Yuan Hao asked: Asking what is the situation in the world, it only makes people promise life and death.

What the? Too esoteric, you say? Well, to explain it in layman's terms, that is, the first half of the sentence is the question, and the second half of the sentence is the answer. The general meaning is - what should I do if I meet a rival? Damn, cut with a kitchen knife.

At least, that's how Yan Murong understands this sentence.

"This guy is not small." Yan Murong looked at Dong Wuyan with a smile on his face. "Hong Kong has been getting more and more lively lately."

"What are you going to do?" Dong Wuyan asked.

"What to do? I'm not going to do anything. Yan Murong smiled, looked at Yang Sirong and said. Didn't the little birthday star say, this guy is very big, I can't afford to mess with him. ”

"Cut—"

Dong Wuyan snorted and threw Yan Murong a big white eye. She would rather believe that the national football team will enter the World Cup than Yan Murong's words. It's not a matter of trust or distrust, it's that she knows Yan Murong too well. This guy never likes to play cards according to common sense, and it's hard for the average person to guess what he's going to do next - in short, in this kind of thing, he just listens to the opposite.

Yang Sirong is tonight's birthday star, naturally she will not keep chatting with Dong Wuyan, and after chatting for a while, she went upstairs on her back, ready to welcome her eighteenth birthday.

At eight o'clock, when the bell rang in the corner, the chandelier above the hall suddenly went out, and then the music sounded. A small symphony orchestra played the birthday song, and at the same time, the staircase leading to the second floor was illuminated by firelight, and an eighteen-story cake symbolizing Yang Silong's age appeared in front of everyone's eyes, causing pieces of exclamation.

How tall is an eighteen-tier cake? According to the calculation of four layers of one meter, they are more than four meters high, and such a big cake almost makes everyone envious.

"Hey, how do you think she's going to blow out the candles later?" Yan Murong stabbed Dong Wuyan, who was looking at the cake in a daze, and asked in a low voice.

"Huh? What did you say? Dong Wuyan was stunned, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"I mean, how is she going to blow out the candles later?" Yan Murong pointed to a candle inserted on the top of the cake and said. "I'm curious, do you want to step on a ladder to go up?"

Dong Wuyan shook his head, did not speak, his eyes turned to the direction of the cake again, and the two watery eyes flashed a little bit of light under the reflection of the firelight, which made Yan Murong look a little stunned.

Soon, there was an answer to how Yang Sirong blew out candles.

At this time, two lights came down from the ceiling, which happened to be reflected on the stairs, and two people appeared under the lights, one was Yang Zhenxing, and the other was the protagonist of the banquet, Yang Sirong.

The protagonist appeared, and the hall suddenly erupted in a burst of blessed applause, these guys were very enthusiastic, and the applause almost overshadowed the music of the orchestra, until Yang Zhenxing stretched out his hand and pressed down, and everyone withdrew their hands cooperatively.

"Thank you very much for taking the time out of your busy schedule to attend the little girl's eighteen-year-old coming-of-age ceremony, Yang is very honored." As he spoke, Yang Zhenxing bowed slightly to express his gratitude to everyone. "Eighteen years old, hehe, time flies quickly, in the blink of an eye, the child has grown up, and I am also old, but I am very happy to see the healthy growth of my children."

As he spoke, Yang Zhenxing turned his head to look at Yang Sirong, who was dressed like a noble princess, and said. "Eighteen years old, is the most important turning point in life, the first eighteen years, I have been educating you, now you are an adult, you have your due rights, but, I still have to say - no matter how old you are, you will always be your father's daughter, and your father will always be your strong backing, come, make a wish."

Looking at Yang Zhenxing's loving eyes, Yang Sirong's eyes were also slightly red, and tears kept rolling in her eyes. Nodding slightly, he clasped his hands into fists, closed his eyes and began to make a wish.

"Ahh

As soon as she made a wish, before Yang Sirong's eyes opened, she felt that her body suddenly became lighter, and after screaming in fright, she found herself sitting on her father's shoulder just like when she was a child.

"When you're done making a wish, blow out the candles." Yang Zhenxing said in a gentle voice.

Yang Zhenxing is about 1.8 meters tall, Yang Sirong sits on his shoulder, and the total is more than three meters tall, plus the steps under his feet, which is just the same as the top layer of the cake. It's just that everyone, including herself, didn't expect her to blow out the candle in such a way.

"A father's love is like a mountain." Yan Murong sighed softly.

"You're not without a father, what's the point of sighing." Dong Wuyan said softly.

"Hehe, I have a father, but I have never blown a candle so high." Yan Murong said with a smile.

"Neither do I." Dong Wuyan said, changed his words, looked at Yan Murong and asked. "How did you spend your eighteenth birthday?"

"My eighteenth birthday?" Yan Murong was stunned for a long time before speaking. "If you don't say that I really forgot, except for a birthday when I was eighteen years old, I really haven't had a birthday again."

"How are you doing?" Dong Wuyan asked.

"You don't believe it." Yan Murong thought of that birthday and felt funny. "You've seen that old man, he's a big slammer, when I was eighteen years old, the old man threw me two dollars for the first time, and then asked me to run down the mountain and buy whatever I wanted."

"Two bucks? What can I buy? Dong Wuyan grew his mouth in surprise and said with a surprised expression. So far away, you ran down? ”

"Run a fart." Yan Murong said with a smile. "It's afternoon when I give me money, and I have to run to the town in the middle of the night, what am I going to buy in the middle of the night?"

"Doesn't that mean you haven't had this birthday?"

"It's over." Yan Murong said. "I didn't go down the mountain, but I ran into the mountain and shot two rabbits, roasted them and ate them."

"Your life at that time could have been a history of suffering." Dong Wuyan said with a sympathetic face.

"What is this?" Yan Murong said with a depressed face. "What's even more bitter is that the old man who slammed the door asked for the two dollars to go back the next day on the grounds that they were expired and invalid."

While Yan Murong and Dong Wuyan were chatting about his tragic experience, the lights in the hall suddenly turned on, and Yang Sirong had already finished blowing out the candles and was lying in Yang Zhenxing's arms with tears on her face.

After another round of applause, I heard Yang Zhenxing say. "As is customary, when the candles are blown out, the cake should be divided—but to whom should the first piece be shared?"

Divide the cake?

Everyone was stunned, the meaning of these three words is worth speculating, especially the last sentence Yang Zhenxing said, who should the first piece be given to.

"Looks like you can't make up your mind." Yang Zhenxing said with a smile. "Then it's better to do this, I propose, let's make a game, who can get the first, then, who will share the first cake, how about it?"