Did you get rid of the scumbag Bai Yueguang today [Rebirth]

"Then what, can you hear it? I'm Xiang Lin." Xiang Lin's voice came through the earphones.

I don't know if the recording is a little distorted, but his voice is cold and sharp, without the usual laziness.

"When you hear this recording, I might..." Xiang Lin paused slightly.

Jiang Mingyu touched the earphone, the slight squeak of the current was still there, but Xiang Lin's words did not ring.Inexplicably, Xiang Lin's appearance appeared in front of his eyes, with a few drops of bright red on the corners of his eyes and brows, like a red plum in bud.

Jiang Mingyu pressed his temples with his fingertips.

Xiang Lin's fleeting face was Jiang Mingyu's last memory of his previous life.What happened after this picture?Jiang Mingyu couldn't remember anything.These days, he has also tried to recall, but every time he ended up with a headache - just like now.

The electric current squeaked again for a few seconds, and Xiang Lin's crisp voice came again: "I may have passed my birthday. But it's okay, it's normal if you don't remember my birthday, just in case, I mean just in case , in case you hear this before my birthday, can you, say happy birthday to me?"

Maybe because he had a premonition that he would be rejected, Xiang Lin paused for a moment, and added: "It's my 18th birthday anyway, it's a big day, for the sake of summer vacation, I want to say happy birthday, isn't it too much?"

Jiang Mingyu frowned, and took off the earphones with a snap.

The three at the table were still hard at work.

Zhao Ziqiang may not be feeling well, so he memorized a few more pages of the book. He stood up first and turned off the small charging lamp.

Jiang Mingyu watched him put away the table, clutching his stomach and moving under him.A few seconds later, there was a rustling sound from the lower bunk. It should be that Zhao Ziqiang rolled out the quilt and got on the bed.

This bed belonged to Xiang Lin before.

Before, there were cat head cushions on that bed.Every time after going to bed, Xiang Lin hugged the cat head cushion in his arms, and played with his mobile phone while curled up.

Talking about playing with mobile phones, there is actually nothing to play. At this time, smart phones are not yet popular, and non-smart phones only have a few basic functions of making calls and sending text messages.I don't know where Xiang Lin talked so much, he hangs out with Wei Nan and the others during the day, and even texts and chats before going to bed at night.

Jiang Mingyu clenched his fist and let it go quickly.

Because he pinched it too hard, the earphone pressed a reddish mark in his palm.Gently twitching the tip of his eyebrows, Jiang Mingyu balled up the earphones and mp3 and threw them beside the pillow.

The sound of mp3 is still going on.

After Xiang Lin's recording ended, there was an English listening audio.

Because the earphones were far away, Jiang Mingyu could only vaguely hear a male voice pinching his throat: "What''swrong with you?"

Another female voice said: "Iamindebt."

Jiang Mingyu picked up the earphones and listened for a while. This was a question about debt.The woman owed the debt, and the other party had forgotten it, so she was struggling whether to repay it.

The man expressed a few thoughts, and then gave questions and alternatives.

The four options all focus on whether to repay the debt: pay immediately, do not need to pay, pay slowly, and pay only part of it.

The correct answer is to pay immediately, even if the debtor forgets about the debt.

Jiang Mingyu was silent for a moment, grabbed the mp3 and got out of bed.

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The birthday will be more grand than Xiang Lin expected.

Speaking of his previous life, Xiang Lin was indeed full of expectations for his 18th birthday, but this expectation was focused on celebrating his birthday with a specific person.

In this life, he has decided to let go, and there are more than [-] people in the shell. If you want to say that you are looking forward to celebrating your birthday, or looking forward to having a lively time with everyone, Xiang Lin doesn't even have it. Get together, that's true.

Of course Xiang Hongbo and Zhuang Ying understood what their son meant.

But no matter what, it's my son's birthday, and it's the day when he turns 18. Even if Xiang Lin doesn't want to drink, Xiang Hongbo and Zhuang Ying will definitely spare no effort to arrange it. They even got stuck in the candle-blowing and wish-making sessions. .

"Is it too late to blow out the candles after eleven o'clock?" Xiang Lin protested softly, "If we don't go to bed, people have to go back to sleep, right?"

Zhuang Ying smiled, and signaled Xiang Lin to look into the living room with her eyes.

It was already past eleven o'clock, but Xiang Hongbo and three other fathers were sitting in a corner of the living room, holding up glasses of red wine and talking about sex.Next to the long dining table, the three mothers rarely get together and are researching which jewelry store has new styles and which clothing store has the best customized styles.

Even his three buddies, who were almost sworn brothers, fiddled with his newly acquired game console in front of the TV—these three people were not worried about Xiang Lin, and they wished they could go home early.

While Xiang Lin was staring at the game, the three mothers had already researched from the pattern to the bag. Zhuang Ying asked Aunt Zhang a few words and joined the ranks of bag research.

In the relaxed and pleasant atmosphere of the conversation, the clock finally hit ten past eleven, Aunt Zhang lit the candles on time, and Zhuang Ying and Xiang Hongbo also stopped talking.

"Today is my son's birthday." Xiang Hongbo stood up holding a glass of red wine, "18 years ago today, my wife suffered. So this glass of wine is to my wife, Ms. Zhuang Ying, and thank her for being with me at such a young age. Boss, you have suffered so much for having children for me."

After speaking, Xiang Hongbo raised his head and drank the red wine.

The rest of the parents applauded.Li Feng's mother even glared at Li Feng's father, that look obviously said to look at her husband, and then look at yourself.

Wei Nan and the others held the game controller and looked at Xiang Lin with confusion.

Xiang Lin: ...Although I don't really want to celebrate my birthday, is this process not right?

"Who told you to say this?" Zhuang Ying gave him a reproachful look, and then took a sip of the red wine.

Wiping her lips with a napkin, Zhuang Ying started the topic: "Today is Xiaolin's 18th birthday. Thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to attend. Actually, I'm sorry to keep everyone so late, but Xiaolin is 23 : Born at 20, his father and I thought it would be more meaningful to blow out the candles at 23:20."

Looking at the time, Zhuang Ying pushed Xiang Lin to the cake: "The time is coming, hurry up and make a wish."

Jiang Mingyu arrived at Xiang Lin's house at this time.

He rang the doorbell and waited for a while before Aunt Zhang opened the door.Seeing him, Aunt Zhang was startled: "Xiao Jiang?"

Through the gap by the door, Jiang Mingyu saw that the lights in the villa were turned off.In the original location of the living room, there was a huge three-layer cake, and there was a person standing next to the cake.

Because of the light, Jiang Mingyu couldn't see what the man was wearing, but the dancing candlelight was reflected in the man's eyes, like twinkling stars.The stars flickered a few times, then went out abruptly, and the room was completely plunged into darkness.

"Happy birthday!" Someone shouted first.Other blessings also sounded. In the happy birthday one after another, someone pressed the sound switch, and cheerful birthday songs mixed with blessings poured into Jiang Mingyu's ears.

Someone pressed the light switch again, and the crystal chandelier instantly lit up.

Under the bright and warm light, Xiang Lin was wearing a clean white suit and standing quietly in front of the cake.There are metal tassels hanging on the shoulders of his suit, and gold decorations of the same color are embroidered on the cuffs. There is even a rose pinned in the pocket of the suit. The pale pink rose petals echo his slightly pink face, as if walking out of a cartoon. out of the prince.

Exquisite...

But unfamiliar.

Jiang Mingyu was slightly stunned.

"Aunt Zhang, who is it?" The prince turned his head to look at the door.Seeing Jiang Mingyu, he frowned slightly, then turned his head quickly, and said something to Wei Nan who leaned over to ask for a share of the cake.

Wei Nan also glanced at the door, and trotted over: "Aunt Zhao, leave this to me."

When Aunt Zhang was gone, Wei Nan said, "Linzi asked me to see off the guests."

Jiang Mingyu didn't speak.

"Seriously, what's the matter with you coming so late?" Wei Nan asked.Seeing that Jiang Mingyu's lips were tense and he didn't speak, he thought for a while, "Why don't you talk about it at school tomorrow? It's Linzi's birthday today, so I really don't have time."

Jiang Mingyu frowned, and looked past Wei Nan to Xiang Lin.

"Who is it?" Zhuang Ying asked.

"It doesn't matter who it is, dividing the cake is the real business." Xiang Lin held a table knife in his hand and was gesturing at the cake.As he moves, the metal tassels reflect a little bit of light.

The three-layer cake was cut from the top layer, and Xiang Lin made every cut carefully, trying to keep each cream flower intact.I don't know why, the whole cake is white, only the cream flowers are bright red, and because of the distance, those bright red cream flowers are more like red plum blossoms in Jiang Mingyu's eyes, some are budding and some are blooming.

Jiang Mingyu's face gradually darkened.

After cutting the cake, Xiang Lin put it on the plate seriously, and handed it to everyone with his eyes bent.Everyone who took the cake said happy birthday to Xiang Lin.

Xiang Lin repeated his thanks with a smile, without looking at the door again.

Jiang Mingyu looked away.After a while, he took out the MP3 from his trouser pocket: "Call Xiang Lin out, I'll pay the debt."