"Come, eat cake. Your dad and I got it back in the pouring rain," Mom said after washing her hands. She carefully opened the cake packaging and inserted eighteen candles on top.,"Eighteen..." Gao Ming was twenty-six this year, the number of candles was wrong.,His parents always come back every night, but they don't seem to be his real parents. Even if you tie them up, there will still be new parents coming back at night!。