Chapter 64 I forgot, you don’t recognize He Zhimo
Outside the botanical garden gate.
Shang Youqing had just unloaded several rows of temperature-controlled flower boxes from the cold storage room and handed them to Xiao Ni to load onto the shipping car. He specifically reminded him, "Xiao Ni, after you deliver them to the base, remember to ask the dean to return these batches of plant boxes to the greenhouse at normal room temperature."
"Understood. I will remember to tell the dean about Sister You Qing!"
Shang Youqing watched Xiao Ni stack the flower boxes neatly, then waved goodbye to her and drove away, then returned to the butterfly garden deep in the botanical garden.
The butterfly garden breeds several transparent phantom butterflies that are different from ordinary butterflies.
This was also what Mu Jiuhan asked of her after she woke up half a month ago.
Mu Jiuhan found a summary of an ancient book from some mountain range in the country, and combined it with Mu Weiting's genetic modification technology from the Beijing Research Institute, and used genetic recombination to hatch several legendary transparent psionic butterflies.
However, these so-called psionic butterflies would die within three days.
Therefore, Mu Jiuhan placed his hopes on Shang Youqing, the phoenix spirit.
After hearing what Mu Jiuhan said, Shang Youqing directly poured cold water on him, "The so-called Psionic Butterfly test subjects you created using technological gene recombination are not living creatures. Even if you raise them, they will never become real Psionic Butterflies."
But Mu Jiuhan just smiled nonchalantly and said, "So what? It doesn't matter whether they can become real spirit butterflies or not. I just want my junior sister to help me feed them."
Shang Youqing was not interested in the reason why Mu Jiuhan was inexplicably paranoid about this matter. She and Mu Jiuhan just got what they wanted from each other. She helped him raise these so-called spirit butterflies just to take the opportunity to have some peace and quiet during the treatment.
She took out the lab notebook from the pocket of her white lab coat, opened it to the bookmarked page, and as usual, recorded the morphological changes of the growth cycles of several Psylocke test subjects that were marked in the cultivation area.
Afterwards, she re-controlled the temperature and humidity of the cultivation area. After coming out of the butterfly garden, she returned to the building area in the center of the botanical garden, took off her lab coat, changed into a simpler and more low-key casual outfit, and was about to go out with the invitation letter that Yu Zhu handed to her yesterday.
At this moment, Dr. Zhen, who treated her as usual, came half a day early with the medical team.
Because the last few days of the month are the peak period for backlash in her body, in order to prevent the backlash from aggravating the damage to her heart meridians, Shang Youqing has to receive several days of related treatment every time this stage comes.
And during this period, Shang Youqing will fall into a coma due to the backlash.
"Miss You Qing has recovered very well recently. This time—"
Before Doctor Zhen could finish her words, Shang Youqing said calmly, "Doctor Zhen, it's not possible today. Let's postpone the treatment until tomorrow."
Doctor Zhen frowned. "Ms. You Qing, the sooner you start treatment, the better it will be at suppressing the pain caused by the backlash. I still recommend that you start treatment today."
"I really can't today. I have a very important invitation and need to go out."
No matter how Dr. Zhen advised him, Shang Youqing finally postponed the treatment. He just took a quick painkiller injection and took a car to the Phil Theater.
Yu Zhu actually wrote his contact information on the invitation letter, and the seat given to her was also the VIP seat in the first row, but Shang Youqing did not call, nor did she want to make a big fuss. She just wanted to go over and take a sneak peek.
She had never seen He Zhimo play the violin before.
Meanwhile, Phil Theatre.
The competition was already halfway through, and He Zhimo couldn't help but run out of the backstage several times, secretly lifting the curtain to look towards the theater seats.
Dad sat in the middle seat in the first row, and the seat next to him was empty.
He Zhimo looked back at the rows one by one, but still couldn't see the familiar figure.
When Teacher Xin in the backstage urged the children in the orchestra to go on stage, He Zhimo could only walk back with his head down. At Teacher Xin's call, he followed his friends in the orchestra to go on stage in order.
As the curtain opened, Shang Youqing appeared under the pillar in the last row of the theater and applauded with the audience.
Shang Youqing's eyes were only on He Zhimo, who was playing the violin on the stage wearing a beautiful little suit and dress. He saw that the little guy was as dazzling as an elegant and noble little prince.
He Zhimo had a solo piece at the end. The beam of light hit the little guy. He Zhimo's lowered face looked a little cold. He held a violin on his shoulder. His little hands were sensitive and powerful. He held the violin, pulled the bow, changed fingers, and silently and seriously played the melodious and pleasant solo movement.
At the end of the song, when He Zhimo took off his violin and bowed gracefully to the audience with all the children in the orchestra, thunderous applause rang out again.
After He Zhimo finished bowing, he finally looked up at the audience. His eyes once again scanned every row of seats without giving up. When he was about to look away sadly and follow the orchestra off the stage, He Zhimo suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure walking down the stairs from the last pillar of the audience.
Her little mouth opened, and she ran off the stage eagerly, holding her violin, to chase after him.
He Zhimo finally caught up to the theater entrance, but he didn't expect that his father had already gotten there first and noticed Shang Youqing's arrival before him.
At this moment, outside the theater door.
Shang Youqing had just walked out of He Zhimo's competition performance when she suddenly ran into a tall and slender man in a suit and tie, who was standing on the steps with his back to her and talking on the phone.
At just one glance, Shang Youqing recognized that it was He Cong's figure.
Just as she was about to turn away in silence, He Cong hung up the phone and turned around, his eyes passing over her coldly and directly.
He Cong's formal attire today was very austere and noble, which made his deep and sharp features even more handsome. He looked at her without any emotion, as if he was just asking casually.
"Just passing by?"
Shang Youqing remained calm and said, "Yeah."
"What a coincidence! I just happened to pass by here and watched your son's violin competition." After a pause, He Cong's tone was cold, "Oh, I forgot, you don't recognize He Zhimo."
Shang Youqing's expression was calm. "Then why are you asking?"
He Cong's gaze slowly moved down from her cold and beautiful face. Shang Youqing's neck skin was an almost transparent porcelain white. Although she was wearing a neat and simple shirt, when the wind blew, the fabric fit the narrow curve on the side of her waist, making her waist look extremely thin.
It is obvious that he is thinner than he was six months ago.
He Cong suppressed the unknown questions one by one, shifted his body to the right to block the wind, and spoke again in a cold voice: "I think you haven't forgotten that Mo Mo's birthday is in three days."
Shang Youqing hung his hands and said nothing.
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