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Jiang Bai heard his sister chuckle on the phone. It was a very clear laugh, as if she was laughing at his innocence.

Jiang Bai had this innocence in both of his lives. He didn’t like dealing with people, but liked to tinker with various mechanical engines and make aerospace models. Whenever he finished, he would proudly send them to her and Tong Jingang, explaining the production principles and how cool the changes and settings were. What

he didn’t know was that every time Tong Jingang and she heard him talk to them about these things they didn’t understand, they felt very confused. If he wasn’t a good friend or a real brother, they would have hung up the video long ago. Why would they listen to him talking endlessly about the models he made?

Tong Jingang was better. He was always the most supportive one, exclaiming: "Fuck! Awesome!"

"Brother, you are awesome!"

Jiang Bai always had the video on, busy with her own things, listening to him talk. Sometimes she didn't know when he finished talking or the video was hung up.

Why did Jiang Bai always like to talk to her? Because she was slightly better than Tong Jingang who always said "Fuck" to everyone. Sometimes, when she didn't understand something, he explained it to her carefully, and she could understand it a little. She would support him and encourage him to continue his research. She would never discourage him, but always affirm him.

He was a world of his own. His world was clean and simple, simple to death.

Jiang Bai didn't know why, but his heart seemed to be blocked by a lump of dry soil, pressing down on it, making him feel suffocated and uncomfortable.

In fact, he had always understood, always known that he and his sister were in different situations. At least he had never worried about not being able to go to school, but his sister almost failed to go to high school.

Even though they were both beaten, his sister was beaten much more than him.

When they were both in deep trouble, his sister was still in the quagmire, but she was already trying to pull him out.

He always felt that as a brother, he should take better care of his sister, but in fact, he had always been the one who was taken care of.

His eyes were inexplicably sour. He was probably the only one in the family who inherited Grandpa Jiang's love of crying the most.

When he was a child, his grandfather was plowing the field. The ox pulling the plow suddenly went crazy, and the sharp plow suddenly embedded into his calf. His eldest brother was still playing and laughing as usual, while his sister squatted quietly by the side, watching the doctor treating his grandfather's wound with heartache. Only he cried out of fear when he saw the bright red blood all over the ground.

He still remembered that when he was a child, he and his sister went all over the mountains to pick chestnuts, wild hawthorns, and wild persimmons. He climbed up the tree to pick them, while his sister stayed under the tree to pick them. The two of them were hungry and turned over the stones in the cracks of the rocks in the mountain stream to find crabs to roast and eat. Those carefree childhood days, as they grew up, seemed to be gone forever.

He even had a premonition that maybe, his sister was far away in Beijing, and she would never come back, neither to her hometown nor to Shanghai.

She was like a great phoenix spreading its wings and soaring high into the sky. When the great phoenix rises with the wind, it soars straight up to ninety thousand miles, moving forward without hesitation, and never looking back!

He hung up the phone and sat on the small bench in silence.

He suddenly felt fortunate that his sister had bought a house in Shanghai, a big villa. Such a big villa, decorated so well, warm in winter and cool in summer, his sister would always come back to live there.

His mind was in a mess, and he was thinking about how to build the yard of his sister's villa so that once his sister came back to live there, she would never want to leave again. He had to make his sister's house always clean and comfortable, so that she would be willing to come back, right?

At this time, he no longer wanted his sister to return to their hometown village, but wanted her to come back to Shanghai more often.

He also bought a house in Shanghai, not far from his sister's villa!

Until then, he suddenly realized that he had been chased by debtors for many years and dared not go home. The creditors asked him, "Are you Jiang Guoping's son?" He was too scared to say "yes". The days of hunger and cold seemed endless, and they were far away from him. He had not continued to live in such a hungry, cold and embarrassing life for nearly three years.

Life has been getting better.

By the time Jiang Xi finished the script, it was already December. Jiang Xi returned to the rental house and saw two red candles lit in the house. There were two grilled steaks and a bunch of sunflowers on the dining table. Next to her was Song Peifeng, who was dressed handsomely and seemed to be trying to seduce her.

Song Peifeng took the bag from her hand. She untied her scarf and changed her shoes, and asked him with a smile, "Why did you think of eating Western food today?"

Western food and pizza were indeed very popular in this era, but Jiang Xi was good at Chinese food, and the two of them rarely ate Western food.

Song Peifeng naturally took the scarf she handed over, hung the scarf and bag on the bag rack, and said, "I can't do anything too complicated, so I can only start with the simple ones."

For Song Peifeng, grilling steak is really the simplest cooking skill.

She had already taken off her down jacket and hung it on the wooden rack. She looked at the candlelight dinner on the dining table and looked at him curiously: "What day is today? Why is there a candlelight dinner?"

Jiang Xi thought about it. It was not Christmas, nor was it an important holiday.

Song Peifeng supported her shoulders and asked her to sit down first, and then turned on the music on the phonograph.

This phonograph was an old item left by the landlord. Jiang Xi had never seen such an old item in his previous life, let alone used it. It had always been a display and decoration there and had never been used. Unexpectedly, he used it today.

In addition to steak and mushroom soup, Song Peifeng also prepared a bottle of red wine that he didn't know where he got it from.

Seeing this, Jiang Xi looked at the boy opposite her meaningfully, thinking that he had finally come up with something she had wanted to try for a long time, and wanted to use this method to create some atmosphere and reach a state of being slightly tipsy, and then what?

Secretary Song looked serious, but she didn't expect that there were times when "beauty is not enough to seduce people, but people seduce themselves".

Jiang Xi smiled and watched his performance to see what he was up to.

The two of them finished eating steak and drinking red wine. Jiang Xi's eyes were clear and not affected at all. Song Peifeng, on the other hand, had a slight blush on his face. Under the candlelight, he was indeed very attractive, a handsome young man with a beautiful face.

Unexpectedly, he handed over a box.

"Are you still accepting gifts?" Jiang Wu was a little surprised when she took the box and opened it. Inside was a bracelet inlaid with bright green jadeite. Even though the jadeite egg-shaped face on the bracelet was not very big, it should be expensive with such quality and color, not to mention that it was inlaid with real gold.

She picked up the bracelet and carefully examined it in her hand: "You didn't take it out of your house, did you? Can I just give this thing to someone?"

It's strange to say, from what she has seen, girls who are brought up in a patriarchal family are generally in two states. One is that they think it's right to spend a man's money. The more you spend, the higher the cost of your silence, and the lower the probability of your cheating. This kind of girl usually spends a man's money without hesitation. Even if she is cheated on one day in the future, she is at least financially guaranteed and not at a loss.

The other is that if someone does you a little favor, you will be flattered and return it double, never taking advantage of others.

This is why many people on the Internet say that you should raise your daughter in wealth, because girls who are raised in poverty can easily be fooled by someone if they take advantage of you a little.

Jiang Xi probably belongs to the latter.

She got married in her previous life for this reason.

Because she has never been loved and treated well, she is easily moved by the little kindness others give her.

She smiled, took the bracelet out of the box, and put it on her wrist.

Her wrist is slender and white, and the bright green egg-shaped diamonds dot her wrist, making her wrist as beautiful and moving as porcelain. Because it is not as expensive as the pigeon egg-shaped diamonds, it does not look too expensive for her at her age.

"Does it look good?" She stretched out her wrist and shook it in front of him, and he held her hand.

"It looks good."

Jiang Xi took back her hand, put her hands on her fair chin, and blinked at him, "Tell me, what's the good news today? A candlelight dinner and gifts."

"It seems you really don't remember." Song Peifeng was even more surprised than her, and smiled, "Today is your birthday."

Jiang Xi was stunned for a moment.

It's not that no one remembered her birthday.

I don’t know when it started in my previous life, probably because Jiang Dad was getting older, he missed his children especially. Every year, on everyone’s birthday, he was the first to send blessings, and in the family group, he kept shouting: “Today is my eldest son Jiang Song’s birthday, I wish him a happy birthday, prosperous business, abundant wealth, and peace and prosperity!”

It’s the same on Jiang Wu’s birthday: “Today is my baby daughter Jiang Wu’s birthday, I wish my baby daughter this day every year, a bright future, and a long journey!”

It’s the same on the birthdays of grandchildren.

Oh, it seems that I can’t remember Jiang Bo’s birthday.

He is a little transparent person who is always ignored.

In the previous life, Jiang Bo was really completely transparent, hahahahahaha.

Thinking of this, Jiang Wu was happy.

She herself never remembered her birthday. It was only on her birthday that Jiang's father called to send her blessings and asked her when she would be free to go back. Then she suddenly remembered from work that today was her birthday.

But it was no different from other days. She still worked, ate, and was still alone.

She held her cheek, her eyes were bright and seemed to contain deep affection as she looked at Song Peifeng: "Thank you."

Maybe she drank some wine, her eyes seemed to be filled with spring water, and in the flickering candlelight, it was filled with his figure.

In Song Peifeng's eyes, it was extremely beautiful, just like what was sung in the song at this moment, as if in the dark night, a beautiful and fragrant flower that belonged to her quietly bloomed.

She even stood up, walked around the wooden table, and like a gentleman, she bowed slightly to him and invited him: "Comrade Xiao Song, can I invite you to dance with me?"

Song Peifeng was amused by her always trying to take the initiative to gain the upper hand. She seemed to never know what elegance was, and always wanted to take the path of a domineering president who pampers you and leaves you with no way out.

He naturally agreed.

The two faced each other and posed in standard postures.

Jiang Xi was very serious, saying what teacher Zhao Lirong said: "Tango is just walking, three steps, one inch, two turns!"

It was still standard Tangshan dialect.

It was obviously a romantic atmosphere, but it made Song Peifeng laugh. Under the dim light, Comrade Xiao Song looked at her with a smile in his eyes, like a sky full of tiny stars.

Perhaps the young Comrade Xiao Song was drunk. Only half a bottle of red wine made him drunk, from the slightly red earlobes to the cheeks, and then to the sparkling eyes that lost their calmness and clarity.

Jiang Xi seemed to be in a good mood and led him to dance one song after another. In the end, the two of them started to have fun while dancing. Jiang Xi seemed to think that the music in the phonograph was too mild and not passionate enough, so he asked him to change to more unrestrained dance music.

Since she joined the drama club of Kyoto University, she has been letting herself go more and more, as if there is no one in the world she cares about. She acts all kinds of funny and funny, and treats Song Peifeng as a tool.

Song Peifeng cooperates with all her movements and manipulations, letting her have fun.

After the excitement, it is still necessary to wash the dishes and clear the table.

Jiang Xi propped up her head with the hand wearing the bracelet, watching the handsome young man put on an apron, clean the table, go to the kitchen to clear the dishes, and come out with a small but delicate cake in his hand.

There are eighteen small candles on the cake.

Jiang Xi suddenly realized that this is her eighteenth birthday. In a trance, she has been reborn for more than three years.

This was the first time someone had celebrated her birthday so seriously.

She was a little dazed.

Their family didn't have the habit of celebrating birthdays.

Uncle Guotai, who owned the old shop next door at the entrance of the village, would celebrate the birthdays of Grandpa Zhonghua and his wife every ninth day of the lunar year, because according to the custom in their hometown, they would celebrate the ninth day but not the tenth day.

But in the Jiang family, including Grandpa Jiang and Grandma Jiang, it seemed that no one had ever celebrated their birthdays. Everyone was just living in vain.

When she was a child, in order to please her mother, she picked a lot of raspberries from the mountains. Country children are not so delicate. They ran on the mountains in shorts and short-sleeved shirts. The thorns on the raspberries scratched her legs and arms, leaving bloody marks, just like the marks of being scratched by chicken claws. At that time, she didn’t feel any pain. She just arranged the golden-red raspberries into a cake shape with full expectation, held it in front of her mother, and imitated the children on TV, saying: "Mom, you have worked hard, happy birthday."

She imagined that it should be like the one on TV, with her mother’s eyes softened and she would give her a gentle smile?

In fact, she rolled her eyes at her, her tone full of impatience, "Don't you know how to sweep the floor? Don't you know how to wash clothes? The grass in the field has grown so deep, don't you know how to pull it out? What's the point of doing these useless things? If you have the time, you can just scrape back two bundles of pine needles for me!"

Since then, she never thought about celebrating her mother's birthday again.

It was also from that time that she realized that her mother didn't like to celebrate her birthday.

It was strange to say that since she was a child, she only thought about pleasing Jiang's mother, but never thought about pleasing Jiang's father. Perhaps she knew subconsciously that Jiang's father was gentler and would not beat or scold her, so she didn't need to please him.

She also didn't remember her grandfather's birthday, but only the anniversary of his death in his previous life. She didn't know why, but she remembered that day very clearly. Many years had passed, but she still remembered it clearly. She even remembered what she did that day and what she was thinking when she was walking on the road.

Only the eldest brother Jiang Song had a birthday in the family, but it was not Jiang's father and mother who held a birthday party for him. Before his birthday came, he had already called many friends and invited many good friends. When he came back, he said to Jiang's mother: "Mom, I'm going to invite many people back on my birthday. Please cook a table of dishes for me!"

Even though the family was in financial difficulties, Jiang's mother always responded to her eldest son's requests. She knew it would cost money, but she did not refuse. She even killed a chicken to entertain his friends.

So from that year on, Jiang's father and mother would attach great importance to his birthday every year, calling a bunch of friends to come home, and cooking a table of delicious dishes, just like a banquet. So

much so that Jiang Song could not remember anyone's birthday, but Jiang Song's birthday was firmly in her mind, because he had chicken on his birthday.

Thinking of this, Jiang Qing was not thinking about his parents' partiality, but the advantages of E-type personality like Jiang Song in social interaction.

For example, the birthday party was not initiated by Jiang's parents. He wanted to celebrate his birthday, so he took the initiative to invite friends and asked Jiang's parents to prepare for him. But in fact, if he didn't care about himself and didn't make such a request, Jiang's parents wouldn't celebrate his birthday at first.

A person must first value himself and treat himself as a human being, and then others will value you and treat you as a human being.

Jiang Song is obviously a very active and proactive striving personality. Perhaps it is because he has never been rejected by anyone since he was a child, and there is no fear and rejection in his dictionary. His world is unstoppable, as if as long as he wants, he can succeed.

Jiang Xi used this incident to reflect on herself, wondering if she was too conservative and cautious when facing many things.

She blinked her eyes. People who grew up in love and those who grew up without love, the former are aggressive in facing the world, while the latter are cautious, unconfident and afraid of being rejected.

"What are you thinking about?"

Jiang Xi did not hide it, and said frankly: "This is the first time someone celebrated my birthday, I am very happy."

She took his hand and put it on her chest. Although her mind was clear, her heart could not help but be filled with a strange and joyful...unspeakable emotion.

It was like soaking in a hot spring with just the right temperature, very comfortable.

She tilted her head back and smiled again, her smile deepened: "Very happy!"

She teased him, grabbed his hand, put it in front of her eyes, kissed his fingers, and asked him seriously: "It smells good?" Then she pecked the back of his hand twice.

Comrade Xiao Song's face was originally red, and being teased by her made it even redder. It was obvious that he was not as thick-skinned as Mr. Jiang, and Mr. Jiang laughed out loud with joy.

He just smiled quietly and watched her hearty laughter, wanton and unrestrained.

That night, Comrade Xiao Song did not go back to his rental house to sleep, but was domineeringly kept by her to be her pillow.

In the past, she always considered other people's feelings too much, and always wanted to consider more thoroughly, in order to achieve a win-win effect and make everyone comfortable.

In this life, there is a kind of beauty that doesn't care about other people's lives. It's just for her own comfort. She wants to hug Comrade Xiao Song, so she insists on keeping him to sleep with her. She doesn't care whether Comrade Xiao Song, who came out shyly in pajamas after taking a bath, is holding the girl she likes in her arms at this age of blood and vigor, and she sleeps soundly until dawn. When

she woke up the next day, she looked like she had been injected with makeup. She was radiant and energetic. Even when she went to the classroom to teach, people couldn't help but look at her frequently.

She was the same as in the past. Whoever looked at her, she smiled back.

But before, her smile seemed to be embedded in her face, but now her smile is indescribably radiant. You can feel Jiang's good mood from a distance.

Especially when the copyright fees for the two works she collaborated with Yang Ma again finally arrived, she couldn't help but feel better.

With the cooperation between "White Snake" and Yang Ma, many more physical books of "White Snake" were printed. She invested the extra royalties from the reprints and the two sums of money in the stock market.

Perhaps it was reminded by Comrade Xiao Song that Jiang Xi, who never remembered anyone's birthday in the past, remembered that Jiang Bai's birthday was not many days after her own birthday.

What day was Jiang Bai's birthday? Was it the 16th, 17th, 26th or 27th?

Jiang Xi didn't remember, but it didn't matter. She called Tong Jingang back to ask.

Tong Jingang didn't know. Although he and Jiang Bo had a good relationship during the three years of high school, everyone was thinking about studying, what university to enter, what to eat for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Who would remember their brother's birthday?

Besides, Jiang Bo never said that no one had ever celebrated his birthday, so naturally he didn't remember to celebrate Jiang Bo's birthday.

When he heard Jiang Xi's question, he realized that his brother's birthday was coming soon.

He quickly looked up the ID number on the contract signed by Jiang Bo and the crew, and found out that Jiang Bo's birthday was not many days away. He

asked Jiang Xi in surprise: "Girl, do you want to celebrate Baizi's birthday?"

What kind of birthday party is popular now? Tong Jingang imagined a birthday party, which is to gather a bunch of good friends, men and women, to eat, drink and play together all day.

Thinking of that lively scene, Tong Jingang, who loved to eat, drink and play with a bunch of friends, said excitedly: "Sister, it is not convenient for you to arrange it in Beijing, so let me, Tong, arrange it! I guarantee to give Baizi a surprise!"

After Jiang Xi asked about Jiang Bai's birthday, she thought about it, circled the day of Jiang Bai's birthday on the calendar on the desk, marked the four words [Jiang Bai's] birthday, thought about it, and called Jiang Yeye again to ask about Jiang Yeye's birthday.

She only remembered that Jiang Yeye was born in April, but she didn't remember his specific birthday.

Unexpectedly, Grandpa Jiang was still very shy, and deliberately said with a fierce face: "I don't remember! Who still remembers that day!"

Jiang Xia pestered him and said coquettishly: "Just say it, Grandpa, just tell me, if you don't remember, just look at your ID card, it's all on the ID card!"

Grandpa Jiang was really pestered and had no choice but to say loudly in dialect: "April 9th!"