Chapter 61 I regret giving birth to me, why should I celebrate it?
Butler Chen had just learned that the young master was about to go abroad to participate in the "Fia Children's International Violin Competition". Because the news was notified at the last minute, Butler Chen told his subordinates to prepare the necessary items and went upstairs to help the young master pack his luggage personally.
As soon as I walked in, I saw that Young Master He's small suitcase had been neatly packed and he was putting his violin into the violin bag.
Butler Chen walked over to help, but He Zhimo said, "Uncle, I can do it myself." Yan Jing zipped up the gig bag, put it on his back, pulled the handle of the small suitcase himself, his shoulders were straight and strong, and he walked down the stairs with his calves.
Housekeeper Chen was afraid that the little guy would fall again by accident, so he escorted him all the way to the gate of Yanyuan.
When the driver got out and opened the door, he saw Mr. He still sitting in the car. He breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly helped put the things prepared by someone into the trunk.
He Zhimo said goodbye to the housekeeper and got in the car. He sat upright in his seat and waited for the driver to drive out. He said to the man next to him with a cold face: "Dad, just take me to the airport and I can go back. I will be flying with Teacher Xin's band."
He Cong looked through the documents in his hand without looking up: "I have a meeting over there, I'll take you there to participate in the competition."
He Zhimo pursed his lips and looked out the window without saying a word.
After a moment, the little finger hanging from the cuff of his suit moved, then he quietly put it into his pocket, took it out again, and placed it on his calf.
He Cong glanced at it faintly from the corner of his eye, remained silent for a moment, put down the documents, opened the sound-absorbing partition in the back seat, looked at the little guy sitting next to him with a stern face, and asked in a low voice: "Did the feathers fall off again?"
As he spoke, he reached out and touched the little guy's forehead. Fortunately, his temperature was normal.
He Zhimo raised his little hand and pushed his father's hand away. His big dark eyes remained motionless as he stared straight ahead and said, "It's just two feathers that fell off. Don't make a fuss, Dad."
"If you experience frequent feather shedding for more than two days, it means you may be in the secondary molting stage—"
Before his father could finish his words, He Zhimo covered his ears with his two little hands and bit his lips, as if he didn't want to hear words like "feathers" and "shed tail" and refused to communicate.
Half a year has passed, and the little guy is still very resistant and disgusted by the fact that feathers fall from his body from time to time.
Yes, He Zhimo hated his little feather very much.
Whenever he found a feather falling off his body, if it was just at home, He Zhimo would directly throw the small feather into the trash can, but if the feather fell outside, He Zhimo would quietly hide it and wait until no one noticed or saw it before secretly throwing it away.
He was so disgusted with the little feathers that fell from his body, because every time he saw those little feathers, the little guy would think of himself as an unaccepted fledgling with impure blood. For half a year, he refused to even look at his feathers.
He Cong was halfway through his words when he saw the little guy covering his ears and turning his head to look at the car window. He was silent for a moment and finally said nothing. He just closed the partition and asked Yu Zhu, who was sitting in the front seat, to postpone the trip to the headquarters for the next few days.
For He Zhimo's safety, He Cong decided to accompany the little guy to the end of the competition.
The climate in North America is changeable. As soon as He Cong's private plane arrived in the northern city of Wenzhou, a gray and hazy cloud gathered on the horizon.
As soon as he got off the plane, He Cong received an emergency call from the northern project.
Because the situation was urgent, He Cong needed to go there immediately to deal with it. He Cong asked Yu Zhu to take He Zhimo by car to a villa address that had been arranged in advance, while he took the team directly to the Wencheng branch.
On the way to the villa, Yu Zhu saw Young Master He holding his schoolbag and staring out the window in silence. He couldn't help but start a conversation: "I heard from Butler Chen that it's Young Master's birthday in a few days. Young Master, do you have any gifts you want?"
He Zhimo replied without even looking up: "No need, Uncle Yu, I won't celebrate my birthday anymore."
Yu Zhu was stunned. "Uh, not celebrating it? How can that be? An important day like a birthday should always be celebrated properly."
Young Master He stared at the bustling street scene outside the car window with his dark eyes. He said in a childish, yet calm voice, "The people who gave birth to me regretted giving birth to me. Why should I celebrate it?"
"What……"
Yu Zhu quickly noticed that the young master lowered his head silently after he finished speaking. Only then did he realize that he had asked a question that he shouldn't have asked, and the atmosphere in the car suddenly reached freezing point.
Yu Zhu was thinking about what remedy to take when he suddenly saw a famous dessert shop in Wencheng in front of him. He cleared his throat and suggested again -
"Young Master, how about I take you to the dessert shop in front to buy something to eat? I looked up some guides online before coming here on a business trip with Mr. He's team. I heard that this dessert shop in Wencheng has delicious food."
He Zhimo was about to refuse, but when he looked up and saw Yu Zhu's guilty and uneasy expression, he pursed his lips and finally agreed.
So, two minutes later, Yu Zhu asked the driver to stop the car on the side of the road, and he took Young Master He into the dessert shop with dreamy and colorful decorations.
The store was very big, and He Zhimo was not interested in shopping, so he stood by the glass window where beautiful and exquisite cakes were displayed, waiting for Uncle Yu.
Then at this moment, He Zhimo smelled a familiar cool fragrance at the tip of his nose.
She raised her head slightly and ran into Shang Youqing who was walking towards the window on the other side carrying a cake gift box.
Almost at the same time, Shang Youqing also stopped in her tracks. She obviously didn't expect to see He Zhimo here. She almost held her breath and looked over.
The little guy was wearing a white shirt with a black blazer vest, and a string of thin green sandalwood beads made his little wrist look very precious and white.
Just like when we first met, he is a handsome young master who takes care of himself meticulously.
The only difference was that the young master's face at this moment was extremely cold, without any joy on its face.
He Zhimo's eyes were like black jade dipped in ice, staring at the delicate and cute cake in her hand shaped like a cream-colored bird.
With just one glance, He Zhimo seemed to be hurt by something and turned his eyes away coldly.
As if he didn't even know Shang Youqing, the little guy took a step towards Yu Zhu and asked, "Uncle Yu, are you done shopping?"
Yu Zhu, who was checking out, said, "Uh, it's almost done. What's the matter, young master?"
He Zhimo's voice was cold and he deliberately spoke loudly: "I don't want to be here anymore."
Yu Zhu was stunned for a moment, because it had been a long time since he heard the young master speak in such an emotional tone. He thought the young master really hated this place, so he politely urged the clerk.
After a while, Yu Zhu paid the bill and walked out of the dessert shop holding the dessert in one hand and holding the hand of Young Master He in the other.
He Zhimo lowered his other hand and walked very slowly with his calves.
As they got closer to the car parked on the side of the road, He Zhimo clenched his hands tighter and bit his lips angrily, as if he was about to turn around.
Just as Yuzhu was about to open the car door, a familiar and pleasant voice finally came from behind him.
"Young Master He, your bracelet fell off."
He Zhimo seemed to have been waiting for a long time. He broke free from Yu Zhu's hand in a second and turned around.
He used his little hands to straighten the hem of his small suit jacket, raised his chin arrogantly and coldly, stood still on his little legs, and watched Shang Youqing walk towards him.
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