Quick Wear: Don't come over here, you are looking for trouble

Birthday.

cake.

The man placed his hands on the boy's thin shoulders, pressed down slightly, and waited for his response.

"...That's great." The boy raised his head and raised his lips slightly. He said, "I like cake."

Xu Bai once again felt very complicated emotions, and amidst fear and panic, there was also anticipation.

The boy was sitting on the stairs that day.

The stairs that now creak and crumble were once smooth and beautiful, and were wiped clean everywhere.

He held his cheek, squeezing it slightly concave, and stared at one place in a daze with his eyes unfocused.

Dad loves to see him waiting.

His time was stretched out, he had no electronic products and had not developed any hobbies to kill time, so he could only wait with his eyes open.

He couldn't remember what the cake tasted like, but he imagined it should be sweet and soft, with big and beautiful strawberries on top, and perhaps shiny jam and snow-like powdered sugar.

Time passed little by little.

The boy stretched out his legs, his slippers hanging on his toes, swaying and about to fall off.

It was getting dark, and dim light enveloped the boy's surroundings.

Xu Bai suddenly became nervous. He felt as if his heart was being clenched by a big hand, and tightened again. When it was about to burst, there was a "click" sound.

The man is back.

He was wearing a suit and there was a faint smell of alcohol wafting over him.

The boy raised his eyes and subconsciously looked at his hands.

My right hand is empty, there is nothing.

His left hand was behind his back and could not be seen clearly.

"Are you waiting for your dad?" The man smiled and walked towards the person sitting on the top step of the stairs. "Look, what did I bring you?"

The left hand behind his back stretched out, holding a cake that was exactly the same as the boy had imagined.

There were strawberries, powdered sugar, jam, and the aroma of cream made him sniff up his nose, and he reached out his hand impatiently to take the cake.

"Don't worry."

The man was already standing next to the boy, his eyes looking at the beautiful bird unscrupulously, the hands overlapped and then separated. He was already eighteen years old and had waited for so long, and finally he could open this perfect gift.

"Come here." The reaction was even bigger after drinking. The man stretched out his right hand and pulled the person in front of him. With the collar pulled down, his straight collarbone was exposed.

"That's great." The man kept laughing, his eyes revealing, "You don't know..." He murmured, "You don't know how long I have been waiting for this day."

"...Cake!" The boy struggled backwards, his fingers trembling, almost begging, "Dad, can we eat the cake first?"

The drunken middle-aged man was surprisingly strong, and he didn't have to worry about anything today, so he grabbed the boy without giving him any chance to refuse, "Why are you running?"

The ugliness and greed were exposed. The man no longer pretended, baring his fangs. "I have paid so much for you, isn't this what I should do?"

"I have taken good care of you until now, and I have been waiting for this day!"

The clothes made a sound of falling and breaking. The boy struggled and the only slipper he had left fell down the stairs. He began to scream and vaguely understood what "Dad" meant.

"No! No! Let me go, let me go," he said. "I just want to have a birthday, not a cake!"

They were both at the edge of the stairs. The man slipped and almost fell down. He leaned forward in frustration and used the boy as a cushion to press him down.

With a loud bang, the back of his head hit the ground, and his vision became blurry in an instant.

“Eat cake!”

The alcohol got to his head and the cake in the man's hand fell out, fell down the stairs, and broke into a mess in the box.

A hand was placed on the boy's neck.

"Why did I raise you?"

The white palm slapped the man's body, but it was only strong for two times and then became limp.

The severe dizziness made it impossible for him to open his eyes. The boy vaguely felt that his face was wet, as if something was flowing down his cheeks.

The hand around the neck loosened.

The man was awakened by the bright red color. The smell of blood slowly dissipated. He put a hand tentatively to the boy's nose, "Wake up?"

"Don't you want to eat cake?"

The man began to tremble. He nervously grabbed his hair and stared at the boy who was bleeding from his mouth and nose and whose body was twitching.

"He's not dead yet... What should I do? I can't let anyone know. I can't let anyone know..."

The man's shadow reappeared in the blurry and shaking vision.

The feeling of suffocation came over me.

"You forced me to do this, Xiaobai."

--noob.

Xu Bai was shaking violently. He had a terrible headache and his eyes felt so sore as if something was about to burst out.

[Ding, the additional task has been completed. ]

Is this the memory of an evil spirit?

still--

Xu Bai saw the dilapidated bedroom full of cobwebs again.

It turns out that even a villa needs "popularity". Without living people, the house will quickly age and decay.

The innocent teenager died here.

He died on his eighteenth birthday.

He didn't get to eat the cake he wanted, nor did he live past the age of eighteen.

Even if he forgot everything, even if he became a vicious ghost, he still remembered the cake he didn't eat.

Xu Bai: [Sixth child.]

He said in a low voice, "I'm so sad."

Xu Bai was always very cheerful and could make jokes even in the most difficult times, but now, he said - I feel so sad.

Liu'er didn't know how to respond, nor did he know how to comfort her.

The data told it that Xu Bai just needed an object to vent his emotions. After all... Xu Bai was still in the body of a ghost, and this ghost couldn't even shed tears.

Liu'er felt some "regret", and so did Chen Zui.

When he saw the "evil ghost" bending down, he also saw Xu Bai in great pain but unable to escape.

"Chen Zui."

The evil ghost trembled in his voice, "If you lie to me too, I will definitely kill you."

[Chen's best sensitivity: 90]

Xu Bai took a deep breath and said to Chen Zui, "You get out."

Chen Zui: “…you…”

He wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't open his mouth and turned around and walked out of the room.

Xu Bai put his hands on his face.

His whole body was shaking uncontrollably.