Qian Yue's words made the adults laugh.
But the little guy seemed to remember something, "Hey, second cousin, when is your birthday? Are you twenty years old this year?"
Ling Ju nodded, "Yes, to be honest, I'm already twenty and a half, almost twenty-one."
When Qian Yue said this, everyone realized that they had overlooked an important thing and asked, "Juzi, you didn't have a birthday!"
Ling Ju nodded, "Mom, it's like this, I don't celebrate my birthday." As far as Ling Ju could remember, the original owner had never celebrated his birthday.
It’s not that her family didn’t give it to her, but that she didn’t want to.
Think birthday is an unnecessary and meaningless day.
The original owner was very tired of living in this world. Every birthday felt like another year of suffering, so he told Ling Dawei and Tian Mei not to celebrate his birthday in the future and just treat that day as an ordinary day.
She had once privately told Song Qi that she would celebrate his birthday on his own, and that she didn't need to celebrate her own birthday. She wanted to keep this habit of the original owner.
"Second cousin, why don't you like celebrating your birthday? Do you think it's too noisy with too many people, or do you not want to eat longevity noodles? Or a small cake?"
Ling Ju smiled and said, "I don't know either, but I just don't want to live it. I always feel it's meaningless."
"Alas, everyone has their own habits. Qian Yue, you should learn to seek common ground while reserving differences."
Qian Yue nodded, half-knowingly, "But second cousin, the cake is really delicious. Next time it's my birthday, come to my house and eat cake!"
"OK!"
"I'm not kidding. Come to Shanghai and let's have cake together. And bring my little nephew too. I miss him so much!"
"good!"
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