The besties traveled through the book together, and the prince and general became abandoned husbands

The room is filled with brilliant light and shadow, dispelling all darkness.

On the large rosewood round table in the room, there is a huge round pastry with a painting of a vast landscape. Thin candles are burning on the pastry, like a beautiful dream that will wake you up with a single poke.

The little emperor stood by the window, looking at Xu Junjun's bright eyes through the cakes. His eyes suddenly became moist, and he spoke in a hoarse voice:

"Sister Xu, is this the cake you mentioned before?"

Xu Junjun smiled and nodded, raising her hand to beckon him closer:

"Yes, this is the snack I told you about before, a must-have for birthdays.

It’s just that the ingredients here are not complete, and due to the rush of time, the cream on the top of the cake doesn’t taste very good.

But it doesn't matter, eating cake is the most important thing to celebrate. After you make a wish and blow out the candles, we can eat something else."

Xu Junjun said, pulling the approaching little emperor and urging him:

"The candles on this cake are almost burning out, so hurry up and make a wish.

In our present time, ahem, Monkey King, with our Monkey King, birthday wishes are very effective.

Be pious and wish for something good for yourself. When the gods hear it, they will surely grant your wish."

Xu Junjun swore so confidently that she didn't notice that Jun Xiaochen looked carefully at the shape of the cake on the table, then turned his gaze to her, his eyes gradually darkening.

Tears welled up in the little emperor's eyes. At Xu Junjun's urging, he hurriedly stood in front of the cake and prepared to close his eyes.

But as soon as he closed his eyes, he felt a pair of warm hands holding his hands and helping him to cross his hands.

"Where we are, when we make a wish, we should put our hands together and place them close to the tip of our noses. This way, the gods in heaven can hear our wishes more easily."

Xu Junjun was talking nonsense in a serious tone, but the little emperor believed it and made a pious wish in front of the cake according to the posture Xu Junjun said.

One breath, two breaths, ten breaths passed, and the little emperor still had his eyes closed, his palms pressed together. Seeing that he had so many unfulfilled wishes, Xu Junjun's heart felt like it was soaked in lemonade, so sour.

Twenty breaths passed and the little emperor slowly opened his eyes.

When he opened his eyes, he saw the candles on the cake had burned out, and looked at Xu Junjun in a panic:

"Sister Xu, the candle has burned out. Did the gods hear my wish just now?"

"Of course I heard it."

Xu Junjun smiled and patted his shoulder, then started talking nonsense again:

“Just stand in front of the cake and say the first word of your wish while the candles are burning, and the gods will stop and listen to you finish your wish.

Don't worry, the gods have heard your wish, and it will come true soon."

The little emperor smiled brightly. Regardless of whether what Xu Junjun said was true or false, he was happy about it.

As long as a person has spiritual sustenance, he will be like a towering tree that cannot be destroyed by wind and rain.

"Okay, the wishing session is over.

Let’s start dividing the cake.

Little Emperor, you are the birthday boy today, you have to cut the cake yourself."

Putting the homemade cake cutter into the little emperor's hand, Xu Junjun scraped off the cream on top that was stained by the candle and gave the little emperor an encouraging look.

The little emperor nodded with red eyes, glanced at Jun Xiaochen on the side, then raised his hand and stabbed.

The little emperor had never cut a cake before. Although the painting of a thousand miles of rivers and mountains by Xu Junjun on the cream was simple, he was reluctant to destroy it.

Cutting along the rightmost part of the cake, where there were the least pictures, a piece of cake scrap that was neither too big nor too small lay on the small blue and white porcelain plate that had been prepared in advance.

Xu Junjun did not correct the little emperor for cutting in the wrong place. Today the birthday boy was the biggest, so he could cut however he wanted. It was no problem at all.

The little emperor handed the first piece of cake to Jun Xiaochen. Jun Xiaochen was silent for a moment and raised his hand to take it.

Xu Junjun immediately handed over the spoon and did not forget to introduce it to Jun Xiaochen:

"Try my debut cake and see how it tastes. If you like it, I'll make it for you every year on your birthday."

This promise was so beautiful that Jun Xiaochen took the spoon, took a spoonful of cream from the cake and put it into his mouth.

Even though the cream was too sweet for him, Jun Xiaochen still gave it his full approval:

“It tastes great.

I like. "

It seems that the debut work was not a failure. Xu Junjun smiled and became happy.

The little emperor quickly cut two more pieces of cake, one for Xu Junjun and one for himself.

When the little emperor took a bite of the cream cake with a picture of long green pine branches on it, his eyes widened instantly and he looked at the cake in his hand with curiosity and surprise.

This taste is so special.

He will never forget it.

Halfway through eating the cake, the little emperor was wondering about the structure of the cream when Xu Junjun suddenly reached out and patted him on the shoulder.

"Happy birthday, little emperor!"

Xu Junjun's voice was full of joy and blessings. The little emperor raised his head, revealing the corners of his lips stained with cream, like a kitten that had been coaxed into being docile.

The little emperor was holding the cake, stunned for a moment, and was about to say thank you when a bunch of fireworks exploded outside the window.

Colorful flames shot up into the sky, breaking through the darkness and blooming into one gorgeous silver flower after another.

The little emperor's profile reflected the change of light and shadow. He turned around in shock and met the smiling faces of Xu Junjun and Jun Xiaochen.

He heard Xu Junjun's joyful voice:

"These are birthday fireworks blooming just for you.

Little Emperor, the imperial capital tonight is lit up just for you."

Trembling slightly, the little emperor looked at the fireworks blooming one after another outside the window, and could hardly hold the blue and white porcelain plate in his hand. Xu Junjun's voice continued, like a celestial music blessing a new life:

"I hope you will be happy, healthy and successful every day.

Whether in this life or the next, I can be my carefree self."

The little emperor was speechless.

He put the cake on the table, turned around and walked towards the window step by step. When he stopped in front of the window, he blinked and raised his hand to hold the window frame.

Under his feet were the common people of Tianqi, their laughter and voices carrying lights for miles. Alongside him were the circular fireworks surrounding the restaurant, which was a night in the imperial capital that Xu Junjun and Jun Xiaochen had given him.

Above the sky, the full moon pours out moonlight, coating the sky where the fireworks are blooming with a layer of cold and noble moonlight.

This was the favor and cherishment that the little emperor had never received.

Listening to the sound of fireworks, looking at the sparks blooming rapidly in the darkness, and feeling this wholehearted love, two lines of tears silently slid down the little emperor's chin, drop by drop falling on the soft and thick carpet and disappearing invisibly.

The fireworks lasted for half an hour, which was the total number of fireworks Jun Xiaochen could collect in one day.

The amount of fireworks consumed was enormous and the display was so spectacular that it attracted all the people in the imperial capital and melted the little emperor's broken heart.

From the start to the end of the fireworks, the little emperor stood by the window. Even when the restaurant delivered wine and food and Xu Junjun asked him to eat first, he refused to move.

It was not until the fireworks ended, the sky returned to darkness, and the people who crowded the imperial capital's avenues gradually dispersed that the little emperor moved his stiff and painful legs and sat back at the table.