Chapter 40: God's Love
Zhuo Can couldn't figure out whether it was Mian Li or himself who had been expecting Lu Song's arrival.
But he was sure that he was the one who didn't want to see Lu Song now.
But it was too late.
The guests are standing there, and the host can't just sit there and do nothing.
Zhuo Can's smile froze: "...Boss Jiang is here too."
Jiang Xiao nodded slightly, as if he was not here to attend a child's birthday party, but to inspect the work.
People like Lu Song, who have experienced great ups and downs in life, are better at observing people's words and expressions and are more delicate than anyone else.
However, today, he seemed completely oblivious to the awkward atmosphere. He smiled and explained, "Sorry, before coming here, Mr. Jiang and I met with Mr. Xu from SOT to discuss a collaboration on an amusement park project next month. Mr. Xu was so enthusiastic, we were delayed a bit. Afterward, Mr. Jiang heard it was my godson's birthday, so he came over specially."
When did I become your godson?
Zhuo Can secretly complained.
But that's obviously not the point.
Zhuo Can wondered since when did the relationship between these two people become so good that they could even share a friend's child's birthday party?
They go together to discuss business, chat with others, and even have time to chat about all sorts of things.
All this is based on the fact that Lu Song has been so busy recently that he has no time to date himself.
…although it couldn't strictly be called a date.
Zhuo Can still felt something heavy in his stomach.
Zhuo Can no longer cared what gifts Lu Song brought. He simply piled them on the top of the mountain of gifts, along with other important and unimportant people, without exception.
Jiang Xiao, who had not been specially invited, took out a small box and said expressionlessly, "Happy birthday."
"Thank you, Mr. Jiang." Zhuo Can took it, his expression gloomy, but secretly surprised in his heart.
On ordinary days, Jiang Xiao always looks down on others.
Not to mention subordinates and peers, even the board of directors on the next level up does not take these stupid mortals seriously.
Today, she rarely looked up at him, and her dark eyes, which he had mistaken for ice blue, were calm.
"I heard that today is the child's birthday?"
Jiang Xiao asked.
Zhuo Can glanced at Lu Song. He didn't expect that even such details were shared.
He hesitated, "Well, as a kid, I just want an excuse to play..."
He didn't say much, fearing that Jiang Xiao would ask questions like "When is your real birthday?"
That’s a hard question to answer.
Mianli's blond hair and brown eyes made her very different from other children, and Zhuo Can was not very good at making up stories, so if outsiders asked a few more questions about her life story, things would easily go wrong.
After so many times, he simply changed the subject.
However, it doesn’t seem to be very effective in front of President Jiang.
To be honest, apart from the subtle concern, he was actually a little afraid of Jiang Xiao.
It's not just a subordinate's pressure on his superior, but more of a completely irresistible pressure in the face of absolute power.
It is obvious that Jiang Xiao is neither the biggest leader of the company nor does he do anything by relying on his power.
But Zhuo Can still couldn't get rid of the suffocating feeling of being pinched in the palm of his hand.
Vice President Jiang whispered something to Lu Song, who nodded and asked Zhuo Can, "Where's Xiaoli?"
They both looked over.
They are all taller than Zhuo Can, with slim waists and long legs, and each has their own advantages in appearance.
A smile as gentle and pure as the autumn light.
A pair of eyes are cold and silent like winter snow.
They are a good match, Zhuo Can thought.
Perhaps it was Xiaohui's teasing that day that gave him a completely different perspective on the relationship between people, and made him realize that two men standing together can also be pleasing to the eye.
"Where are you playing? I'll go call Him over."
Zhuo Can subconsciously took a step back, feeling a strange urge to escape from the bottom of his heart.
He was the only discordant note in this beautiful picture—he had to leave here immediately.
*
Zhuo Can turned around and staggered a step. Lu Song subconsciously wanted to go forward to help him, but it was too late and he slipped away.
Shouldn’t a child’s important birthday be a happy occasion?
How can a person look so distraught?
Zhuo Can's unusual depression made Lu Song's heart tremble.
He rubbed his fingertips and asked the young couple standing over there, "Is he... not feeling well?"
Qi Rui is Zhuo Can's mentor and staunch supporter on his career path, providing him with countless opinions and suggestions starting from the latter's job interview.
After hearing all about Jiang Xiao, he simply and crudely concluded that this was a conflict between an airborne senior executive and a rising star favored by the boss.
Although he had never met Jiang Xiao in person, his cold and aloof demeanor, which kept people at a distance and never treated anyone kindly, was too conspicuous among the adults wearing smiling masks, and was enough to determine the identity of the visitor.
However, even if I could tell Zhuo Can a million times about the bad company system and comfort him, I would never speak carelessly in front of my friend's boss.
Qi Rui scratched his head and said, "Hey, no, no, I'm just a little tired from being busy. You can ask Him when Xiaoli comes later."
What could a child know? He was just being blatantly perfunctory.
As for Xiaohui, the girl's understanding is several levels deeper - very likely even more thorough than the person involved.
She couldn't say anything more, so she improvised, "Mr. Lu, Mr. Jiang, please take a seat. I'll go get the cake. Xiao Zhuo specially ordered the ice cream flavor, sweet orange. It's going to melt if you don't eat it now."
He casually grabbed the stupid straight guy and quickly fled the Shura field.
Lu Song was still a little confused, but since everyone had slipped away, he had no way to ask.
He walked to the sofa and was about to sit down, but saw Jiang Xiao still standing there motionless.
He asked tentatively, "Mr. Jiang?"
The person being called still did not answer, immersed in his own world, as if in a daze, or as if thinking about something.
Lu Song has known Jiang Xiao for only a short time.
What he said in the meeting that day was the truth. He had indeed received an urgent notice from the board of directors the night before to parachute this person into the finance department.
If you have to count, he only learned the news half a day earlier than most employees.
With Lu Song's personality, he would not be willing to let the board of directors interfere in his company.
After all, he did not go to Xinyue, but took over such an unknown small company, just to prove that he was capable of doing it independently.
But when he saw Jiang Xiao, it was as if he was under a spell. He was completely controlled by everything he said and did, without any room for resistance.
There was a gate deep in his mind that was blocked, and Lu Song couldn't knock it open no matter what he did, and he couldn't figure it out.
Fortunately, Jiang Xiao was fully capable of being a CFO, so he didn't think about it anymore.
Apart from verbal communication, Jiang Xiao rarely makes eye contact with others.
A company is a small microcosm of society, and its employees have diverse personalities. Lu Song has seen many people who dare not look up when talking to him.
Whether it's social phobia or shyness, those who are dissatisfied with this young president have their own reasons.
However, Jiang Xiao is different from others. He is not shy, but... disdainful.
Yes, I disdain to look at others.
It was as if ordinary people in the world were not worthy of his attention, and he was condescending when speaking to anyone.
Powerful people are more or less a little eccentric. Lu Song has worked his way up from the slums to the throne room, and he has seen many weirdos, including Jiang Xiao.
In addition to his overly cold personality, another abnormality that Lu Song noticed about Jiang Xiao was his eyes.
Generally speaking, most Asians' eyes are not pure black, but dark brown, like amber.
As for the light brown color like Mianli, it is a Western style that is more suitable for His identity.
But Jiang Xiao was not like that. His eyes were a deep black, very beautiful, reminiscent of treasures like obsidian and tourmaline.
The pupils are so dark that they appear blue - especially in the sun, there is a fleeting illusion of a diamond-blue color.
Lu Song thought he was seeing things several times, but then he thought, how could it be possible? If he really had blue eyes, he would be a foreigner.
What's more, how could someone's eyes be black at one moment and blue at another moment at will? This is not a cartoon.
He called out to Jiang Xiao again, and the latter suddenly came to his senses and looked at him.
The moment he raised his eyes, he saw Lan again.
Boundless, silent and desolate blue.
...Lu Song felt that he should go check his eyesight.
*
The two children lay on the attic floor, studying intently.
There were a few small glass balls in front of them. They might be toys left behind by the children who rented here before. These two little guys regarded them as treasures they had dug up.
Mianli first used his fingertips to guide several small balls towards the center point. Although he didn't touch them, the small balls seemed to be sucked together by gravity.
Snap, they merge into one big one.
There is no trace of splicing, as if it were natural.
Then, He wiped the glass ball with His hand through the air, and the thick dust disappeared. Not only was it immediately as clean as new, it also sparkled.
Ordinary children play with glass balls, either as magnifying glasses or playing marbles.
The little god’s glass ball was different. It was snowing inside.
No matter which direction it is moved, it is not affected by gravity and turns into a magical crystal ball.
That’s not all.
The little hands pointed and pinched the air, and several little snowmen appeared, and they were very lifelike.
Tao Yingjia pointed at the youngest one and said, "Is this you?"
Mianli nodded.
"Who is this?"
"Cancan."
"What about this?"
"Teacher Min."
The crystal ball rotated rhythmically before their eyes.
Tao Yingjia noticed something different: "This one?"
The other snowmen stood together closely, all grinning and looking very happy.
Only the snowman stood far away and did not look like smiling.
Look carefully, it's still floating in the sky.
Mianli’s little hand paused.
"F."
"Who is F?"
Mian Li lowered his eyes: "...F is F."
No matter how much I asked, He would not answer.
After a moment of stalemate, Tao Yingjia admitted defeat.
"Okay then. How about this?"
"Rarity."
"this?"
"Zhizhi."
"Who is Zhizhi?"
"Ray's cat."
In short, Mian Li talked about everyone one by one, but Tao Yingjia was not one of them.
Tao Yingjia endured it, and endured it as hard as she could.
I couldn't help it: "Can you... add me in?"
Mian Li pouted and complained, "What a hassle."
Little Tao Yingjia also attacks with cute shockwaves: "Please?"
Kami-chan had never been attacked like this before and was defeated.
He held his chin in his hand, crossed his legs, and thought for a while.
A moment later, a little snowman Jia Jia appeared in the crystal ball.
Tao Yingjia pressed the issue further: "I want to stand next to you."
"Hmph." The little immortal knocked Tao Yingjia's forehead with his own head, "Stupid Jiajia!"
But I did it anyway.
The finished crystal ball floated in front of the children, snow was falling, and there were a lot of people gathered.
The five people in the back row are Qi Rui and Xiao Hui on the left, Teacher Min on the right, and Zhuo Can and Lu Song in the middle. The girls all have longer hair.
There are two little balls under Qi Rui Xiaohui's feet, the ragdoll cat Zhizhi and the tabby cat Taotao.
In the front row, of course, are Lili and Jiajia.
And, furthest away, the mysterious "F".
The small crystal ball contains the whole world of God.
*
Zhuo Can turned the villa upside down before finding Mian Li in the attic.
I also discovered Tao Yingjia by the way.
The two little heads leaned close together, whispering to each other.
Zhuo Can walked in and looked around the attic.
I had the impression that this place was dirty and shabby, and I had never considered including it in the scope of today's party. How come it suddenly became even cleaner than the newly renovated one?
It must be the little fairy using magic again.
The old father said he was not surprised that Mianli had included Tao Yingjia into his circle.
Mianli saw him come in and waved: "Cancan, look!"
Zhuo Can patted his cheeks to save himself from the strange mood just now, and leaned over to look at the unconscious child: "What are you doing?"
Mian Li floated the crystal ball in front of him like presenting a treasure and explained everything one by one.
Zhuo Can smiled and praised his craftsmanship, then said, "Little Sugar Bean, the person you wanted to see is here, why don't you go over and take a look?"
Mianli blinked: "Is it Lulu?"
His expression changed from surprise, to joy, and then to a subtle, almost sympathetic expression in just a second.
Zhuo Chan suspected that He could read his mind, but he had no evidence.
Mianli jumped up, picked up the glass ball, left his playmate behind, and ran away like a gust of wind.
Recently, the little fairy is not only willing to walk on the ground, but also seems to like the feeling of exploring the world with his feet.
No more shocking remarks like wanting to eat people or cats.
Even when it is not necessary, he rarely uses his divine power.
Wear human clothes, eat human food, live a human life, and experience human emotions.
In short, he's becoming more and more like an ordinary human child.
He began to fall in love with this ordinary world without divine power, ghosts, or out-of-control laws, and he loved every stupid human being around him who could not control the wind and rain and had no magical powers at all.
It is no longer the unreachable mercy of God who loves the world, but real integration and dependence.
Unfortunately, God’s love cannot always be all-encompassing.
Tao Yingjia, who was left behind without hesitation, got up and looked at the direction where Mianli left, looking quite helpless.
Zhuo Can touched his hair: "I'm so sorry."
Tao Yingjia retracted his gaze and sighed like a little adult: "Friends always have better friends, right?"
This is a very philosophical question.
At the age of three or four, thirteen or fourteen, or twenty-three or twenty-four, many people are pursuing the "only" thing, friendship, and also encounter setbacks in the pursuit.
Zhuo Can couldn't help but think of Lu Song and Jiang Xiao standing together just now.
He then sighed, "Yeah, maybe they'll all have better friends."
Adults naturally have troubles that they cannot express in words. In the temptation and compromise between complex emotions, there are countless inexplicable ties.
There are concerns, grudges, forbearance, and weighing.
The young child had a very simple idea: Tao Yingjia liked Mianli very much and hoped that Mianli would like him too.
How can we get more love?
*
Mianli and Tao Yingjia stayed in the attic for too long, and when they went downstairs many guests had already left.
Anyway, the rest were people he knew well, so he was too lazy to walk up the stairs. He no longer cared and flew down almost without touching the ground.
It was hard to ignore someone flying nearby, so Lu Song looked up and smiled: "Hi."
"Lulu!" The child flew over happily.
"Happy birthday, little one."
The boy opened his arms and spread his wings like a bird, intending to land on the nest in the adult's arms.
But when he saw the person next to Lu Song, he felt as if his wings were broken.
The boy was pinned to the spot.
The glass ball with snow falling in his hand fell to the ground and shattered into countless pieces.
The little snowmen all melted away the moment they came into contact with the air, as if they had never existed.
Zhuo Can followed Tao Yingjia down the stairs and happened to see this scene.
Mian Li was like a young bird with injured wings, falling crookedly and slowly from the sky.
From a human perspective, one can see the little god's eyes wide open in shock and fear.
His pupils are light in color, like caramel or chocolate, and always look sweet.
Those eyes would stare at him intently, act coquettishly and cutely, and call him Cancan in a sweet voice.
Ask, when are we going out to play?
Lili doesn’t want to go to bed now.
Can I have another box of cookies?
Say, Cancan, I love you, I love you.
Those were the pair of eyes he was most familiar with.
Before the sudden appearance of a grand golden light flooded his vision, Zhuo Can belatedly realized why he always felt that Vice President Jiang's eyes looked very familiar, as if he had seen them somewhere.
Because he had indeed seen it.
——Jiang Xiao’s eyes are so similar to Mian Li’s.
The author has something to say:
On the surface: a love triangle between Zhuo Can, Lu Song, and Jiang Xiao.
In fact: adoptive father, stepfather, biological father are the Shura field of Lili
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