Guilty Records

Lin Xiaoyin on the other end seemed to be flipping through something, and with the sound of paper rattling, he said: "This child comes from a big family that we can't afford to offend. He has a hostile relationship with my boss, the Duke of Norman, regardless of the political power. Or the industry has been competing for many years, and it is very fierce.”

Lin Xiaoyin paused, "Xiao Su, do you understand what I mean?"

Tang Zhibai felt very sad, "So what? He is just an illegitimate son who was unwanted by that family. Did those so-called family members take care of his life?"

"This is not the focus of the nobles. Bastards are a big factor. The upper class has always been very sensitive to blood inheritance. A wild child like Louis will never be put on the table. Now that he is still young, it's okay to be a fool. , if a smart person is older, he will be wiped out immediately if he reveals his age, which is nothing more than a piece of cake for them.”

Tang Zhibai was not worth it for Louis, and was quite aggrieved, "In this way, I am just your nephew, and those people will also think that I am a heretic..."

"Small complaint!" Lin Xiaoyin stopped!

He paused and sighed, "You've also noticed, right now, that kid is getting troubled a lot now, where do you think those people came from? The matter is right in front of you. These principles have always been something that people in the circle can only understand." The rules of the meeting. Xiao Su, my child, I never ask you to have high ambitions, the only wish is for you to be safe."

"If something happens to you again, it will be your uncle's life. How should I explain to my elder sister after my death?" Lin Xiaoyin's voice was a little choked up.

"Uncle..." The words on the phone lingered in Tang Zhibai's mind, lingering, his throat suddenly became very dry, he couldn't say anything, full of sadness.

This is the first time Tang Zhibai has intuitively felt the flames of the British elite class struggle. He has never thought that he is so close to those dangerous sharp knives. Today's comfortable life is just a fantasy under the protection of Lin Xiaoyin's wings. However, as people grow up, this illusion will shatter sooner or later.

He used to think that the only enemy was Mo Yi, but now in the crisis-ridden London, Mo Yi is just an extreme incentive, as the final winner to let himself know in advance.

But they never thought that the real threat to the Lin family is this social system that is surrounded by dangers.

Tang Zhibai raised his glass and poured down a big mouthful of water. Feeling calmer, he said, "Uncle, listen to me, the aristocratic system like this will come to an end sooner or later..."

Before the words were finished, Lin Xiaoyin stopped him, "Shut up!"

He only heard the sound of heavy footsteps and documents being placed on the table from the other end of the phone, and finally stopped after the door rang. Lin Xiaoyin returned to the desk with a serious voice, "Xiao Su, don't talk nonsense in the future , The current situation in London has reached a fever pitch, and any factors of instability are the target of public criticism, and your ideas are very dangerous."

Tang Zhibai couldn’t find a chance to say it all the time, and Tang Zhibai was a little unwilling, “Uncle, you should know that I am not talking nonsense. Now the gangsters are rising in London society, and the military power is faintly showing signs of surpassing the imperial power. The imperial power system has long been in danger. These stupid nobles They're still fighting among themselves."

He really wanted Lin Xiaoyin to get out and not let him be a victim of partisan struggle.

Lin Xiaoyin was taken aback by what he said, and slowly lowered his voice and said in a low voice, "Xiao Su, you never told me that you still care about the political power."

Tang Zhibai froze for a moment, only to realize that he had talked too much when he came back to his senses.

Lin Xiaoyin said: "Your analysis is good. People who are in this vortex of struggle now understand this truth. There are no stubborn people in the world, but you don't understand my child. The military and government are inextricably linked. On the surface, they are doing their own thing, but behind the scenes there are countless transactions. Once you step on this boat, there is no way to turn back except to win the final victory by gambling."

Tang Zhibai was at a loss for words.

He hasn't finished reading "London Wind and Cloud Records". Apart from knowing that Mo Yi is the final winner, he has no idea about the intricate relationship in the regime. However, if he analyzes it according to Mo Yi's line, no matter what happens in the future, it will be unfavorable to Lin Xiaoyin Tang Zhibai was a little annoyed why he didn't read more about the situation.

"Uncle, I..." Tang Zhibai hesitated, showing worry.

"You don't have to worry too much. After so many years in the officialdom, everyone has their own trump card. Xiao Su, don't worry, my uncle will guarantee your safety with his life. If there is such a day, he will let you live in peace. back to China."

Tang Zhibai was moved for a while, and wanted to tell Lin Xiaoyin that I was not worried about my own safety, but about you, uncle.

But I don't know how to say it so that Lin Xiaoyin can be convinced without being suspicious.

At this time, Lin Xiaoyin heard a hasty knock on the door, and he quickly said: "There is something else here, I won't tell you. Remember what I told you, stay away from that child! What is there in the academy?" If it’s difficult, remember to tell me.”

He hung up the phone.

Tang Zhibai put down the phone, raised his hand and looked at his watch. It was already nine o'clock in the evening, thinking that Lin Xiaoyin really had a busy and dangerous job.

Turning around, he realized that Louis had closed the book in his hand at some point and was looking at him silently.

His own face was reflected in his beautiful and clear pupils, and he said coldly, "That man is right, I will bring you endless troubles, you should stay away from me."

Louie's face was expressionless.

Even though he said this, the child's fingers in his sleeves were rubbing the blade dangerously, and his heart was very confused. As long as the person in front of him said something he didn't want to hear, he didn't know what he would do.

Tang Zhibai smiled lightly, poured a glass of milk into the glass in his hand, and handed it to Louis.

"Don't think about it. I promised to take care of you, and I will do it. Don't think about family rights anymore. Forget what happened just now. It's not something you need to worry about now."

Lu Yi silently took the milk, followed Tang Zhibai's lip marks drinking water, and slowly drank the milk together.

"You are too thin. From now on, a glass of milk before going to bed every day is good for your health and promotes sleep." Tang Zhibai likes to manage Lu Yi's life, clothing and food, and arrange everything in an orderly manner, no matter how big or small.

Louis never violated Tang Zhibai's discipline, and all the details of his life obediently obeyed his arrangements.

"Your uncle hates me." Louis said calmly, with milk froth still on the corners of his mouth.

Tang Zhibai took out a handkerchief to wipe it off for him, and said softly, "They don't hate you, they just don't like you."

Louis watched him silently.

"Not liking doesn't mean hating them. They are my family, and you are also my family. I believe you can understand this kind of worry that your loved ones will be hurt. Louis, you will know later that no one will be liked by everyone. , but as long as you are capable, people will respect you." Tang Zhibai taught earnestly.

"I only want what you like." The boy said.

Tang Zhibai smiled. The well-behaved and beautiful boy is so cute, he couldn't help but leaned forward and kissed him, "Of course I like Louis."

Feeling the warmth of the young man, Louis didn't feel any throbbing in his heart, but an unknown emotion surged deep in his soul.

"Why didn't you tell me your real name?" the child asked coldly.

Tang Zhibai was stunned for a moment, "You mean Michelle?"

"I didn't lie to you. Lin Su is my real name. Mitchell is my former name, but it has a bad memory. I don't want to use him anymore."

"Me neither," Louie said, and then asked, "What should I call you?"

Tang Zhibai's heart was moved by Louis's fair face, thinking that since he decided to take care of this child seriously, he should tell him his real name, which was the only consolation for reality in the imaginary world.

"In China, there is a saying of book title and nickname. You can call me by my nickname, Tang Zhibai."

Louis listened carefully, "White? The white one in color?"

Tang Zhibai smiled and nodded, "Yes, the white color."

The child lowered his head and didn't know what to think about. During this time together, Tang Zhibai discovered that although Louis rejected the outside world, he was a child prodigy. He could remember everything he saw, but he was paranoid about certain aspects.

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you what I want to know. But now, what a good boy needs to do is sleep." He interrupted Louis's thinking, put on his pajamas, and carefully tucked them into bed Quilt.

Lying on the bed, Louis turned his head slightly, and gently touched the corner of Tang Zhibai's eyes with his thin lips, "Good night, Bai."

"The kiss was wrong, it should be here." Tang Zhibai lowered his head and kissed Louis on the forehead, "Good night."

After properly arranging Louis, Tang Zhibai walked back to the bed at the other end of the room in his pajamas, lay down and turned off the desk lamp, and the whole room was silent in darkness.

The moonlight outside the window was sultry, and through the window, one could vaguely see the sleeping face of the other party. In the middle of the night, when Tang Zhibai was fast asleep, he breathed a calm and rhythmic breath.

Louis slowly opened his eyes, and there was no sleepiness in his sober eyes. He sat up and slowly got dressed and groomed, and looked up at Tang Zhibai's fair face on the opposite bed.

The boy got out of bed and opened the drawer, took out a bible with a heavy bottom, opened it slowly, and found several sharp blades hidden inside!

He did this by himself. He secretly collected the razor blades discarded by others and polished them bit by bit in the dead of night. As time passed, the blade became sharper and sharper, reaching the point where the hair could be cut off. When it reaches a person's aorta, blood will also splash out.

Those movements that could kill people, Louis has practiced countless times in this dark room.

His footsteps were very light, as if he was walking barefoot on the wooden floor, without making a sound, and his cold expression was like a vampire without breathing. He walked slowly to Tang Zhibai's bed. A six-year-old child is like an emotionless monster.

The blade in his hand reflected white light on Tang Zhibai's beautiful face, and the boy on the bed was still sleeping soundly.