restless youth syndrome

Already sprouted from that atrocity. ?

sixth disease

?I really feel that Zhang Zechen's thinking is very different from that of normal people.

Until I grew up, my birthday was spent in a bowl of longevity noodles, and I rarely ate cakes, let alone invited others to celebrate.

I was very curious to go to the banquet hall to see how they were arranged. I thought it was not much different from the arrangement at the graduation party of the third year of high school. It was nothing more than balloons or something?So when I opened the door I was really stunned.

Zhang Zechen is indeed ten years older than me, maybe I am a child in his eyes, but am I eight years old!

Those who didn’t know thought it was a kindergarten for a get-together!

Looking around, the entire banquet hall was filled with a strong Disney atmosphere. I silently looked down at the Donald Duck color scheme of my clothes, and felt that it was necessary to have a good talk with Zhang Zechen about my age.

Ye Yiming saw me and greeted me.I looked over to him, and he was sitting in that pile of limp-ass-style chairs in front of the stage, watching these guys rehearse.

I walked over and sat next to him, and asked, "Why are you still on stage, what kind of performance?"

"clown."

"..."

Those people on the stage were wearing casual clothes at this time, and seeing them baring their teeth and claws, I can roughly imagine what they would look like when they put on their costumes.

"Are there going to be a lot of kids tomorrow?"

"I'm not sure about the invitation list, A Liu Guan." Ye Yiming said, "There should not be many children, this is for you."

"Which one is Ah Liu? The one with the scar on his face?"

"Yes, that's him. Brother Xihuochen usually let him take care of it."

Ah Liu is a gentle person, wearing a pair of big black-rimmed glasses, and looks very fair, like a young literary and artistic youth, but the scar on his face is too conspicuous, the stitching marks after the two corners of his mouth were split, The whole face of a change/state/kill/human/madness.I heard that he was sent by Zhang Zechen as a spy before, and the scars were made at that time.He is equivalent to the existence of Zhang Zechen's secretary, but I think not sending him to be a frontline soldier is too sorry for his scary face.Not to mention that the child saw him, almost a normal person would be scared to death when he saw him for the first time, and he didn't know how Zhang Zechen took him around.

"Then what are you in charge of?" I asked Ye Yiming.

"Me? I'm in charge of being idle."

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It was my birthday—to be precise, on the day of celebrating my birthday. Zhang Zechen didn’t go out, and he got up before lunch. We had lunch together for the first time.

The party started at seven o'clock in the evening, but some people arrived in the afternoon, but the purpose was nothing more than to discuss business with Zhang Zechen.

Pell also arrived in the afternoon, and a man with a handsome oriental face came in with him. He was very young and exuded a strong aura-this is the second young master of the Igarashi family, Igarashi Shaochen.

Pell greeted me as soon as we met, and I gave him a stiff smile back.

At this time, I really didn't like him, it would be more appropriate to say that he was hostile.

I was also there when they were talking. The second young master's Chinese is not as good as Pell's, and he is very awkward when he speaks it. Surprisingly, Pell didn't interrupt once during this period.

Yes, you must not interrupt at this time, it is an act of disrespect to Igarashi.Obviously, both sides can speak English, so it is enough to talk in English, but Zhang Zechen chose to speak Chinese, I didn't care at that time.

The guests arrived one after another, and although most of them I didn't know, it was still possible to find a few familiar faces among them—popular celebrities, politicians, and businessmen. ． ． ． ． ．

At the beginning of the show, I was introduced to them by Zhang Zechen. They all smiled and nodded to me, but none of them dared to shake my hand—because I belonged to Zhang Zechen.

After I cut the cake, the party officially started.

The cartoon style in the huge banquet hall is extremely inconsistent with those people in luxurious costumes holding wine glasses. People stand in groups of threes and twos at the table, drinking a lot of wine, and the staple food and dessert on the table are only The children who came will take it.

Zhang Zechen took me to sit at a certain table for dinner. Many people came to greet him. The greetings were all familiar and seemed very harmonious. Most of Zhang Zechen ignored him and only talked to me.

After eating for a while, Per came over with another person.

That person had a face similar to Igarashi's, but more stable. This time, Zhang Zechen exchanged pleasantries with him.

This person is the eldest son of the Igarashi family - Igarashi Hara Tianchang.

Zhang Zechen told me that this person has great potential. If he succeeds in the future, the Igarashi family will definitely grow stronger.Zhang Zechen didn't have any plans for Igarashi's family, not to mention that his status was already high enough, he himself didn't have much feelings for things like fame and fortune, he only cared about whether he was happy or not.Of course, I think if he wants to and has a decent conscience (although he doesn't have any conscience at all), it will be a matter of time before he annexes the Igarashi family.

In addition to liking to drink milk, Zhang Zechen also has a soft spot for sweets.

I ate a piece of cake, but he ate more than I did after getting a fork.

"Not sweet." He finally came to such a conclusion.

The clown was performing on the other side of the stage, and three or four children sat in the front row of chairs to watch, and I also sat there.

It must have been influenced by Zhang Zechen. When he didn’t come, there were only a few children on the pile of chairs. After he came, there were suddenly more people, and several women deliberately placed their children on the chairs near Zhang Zechen.

"Why did you think of inviting a clown?"

"Isn't birthday like this?"

"My mother used to cook a bowl of noodles for my birthday. When I grow up, I cook a bowl of noodles and two eggs myself."

"I've heard it said."

"What do you say?"

"Two eggs."

We chatted about unnutritious topics. The clown on the stage emptied the ball for a while, then took it out of the children's pockets, and then performed a mime that made people laugh.

Soon I became very familiar with those children, although the people around me still looked at me worriedly.

I bet with the kids that I drank too many drinks, and finally couldn't help but rushed to the toilet.

For the first time, I walked in the manor without anyone around me.

So I met another person who was about to change my life - Fang Luo.

When I first met him, he was a handsome young man full of vigor, right at the sink, and he took the initiative to strike up a conversation with me, without any attempt, just a simple conversation.At that time, he had just returned from studying abroad, his father was a politician, and he also took that path.

"Good evening, you are Master Qi, right?"

"Ah...good evening, may I ask who you are?"

He smiled embarrassedly, "I'm sorry, sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. My surname is Fang, and my name is Fang Luo. My father holds the post of Linchuan □□, and I am honored to be able to accompany my father to attend Master Qi's birthday party today."

Bringing him to this kind of occasion is nothing more than to let people from all over the world get acquainted with his face. Fang Luo has just been employed for a short time and has limited contacts. Attending this kind of occasion is of great benefit to expanding his contacts.I knew it well, and secretly gave him the title of 'the second generation of officials who live by their father'.

After a few polite words with him, I went back.When I accidentally met his eyes when I was playing with the children in the banquet hall, he would wave to me quietly.

This feeling was very strange, as if the two of us had colluded with each other, I glanced at Zhang Zechen, fortunately he didn't notice our movements.

The party ended around ten o'clock, and all the guests left. It was forbidden for outsiders to drive in the manor, and all the guests were sent out by those black suits.I was also a little tired from playing, and Zhang Zechen was still chatting with Igarashi Yuan Tianchang. I struggled to listen to what they said in English, and I was too lazy to listen. I wanted to leave, so I had no choice but to whisper to him in his ear that I would go first, and he nodded.

Crab and Lauren weren't with me today, and neither were the others, and as I shuffled back to my room and around the back yard, I heard someone talking.

I stopped, and the surrounding was very quiet, only the voice of that conversation could be heard.

The tone seemed quite intense, not like someone in the manor. I was a little curious, and approached quietly, with my back in the shadow behind a wall.

I can hear clearly, but they don't seem to be speaking Chinese or English.Is another language of the West?

I wondered how many foreigners were among the people who came today, and then I heard a loud Japanese shout, which seemed very excited.

I was taken aback, and then heard a low voice from another person.Although it was in Japanese, I understood one word—Pell.

I poked my head out to confirm, and saw two figures illuminated by the floor lamp in the garden, one tall and one short, it was Per, and the other was probably Igarashi.

Why are these two people here, shouldn't they have gone?By the way, Zhang Zechen seems to have said that Pell might stay overnight and then return to Connecticut the next day.

But why are they arguing? ． ． ． ．

I was thinking, but my eyes didn't leave, so I witnessed a shocking scene.

The two of them kissed.

Suddenly my head thumped—what the hell happened.

They are brothers, right?Even if they are not related by blood, they are still brothers, right?

I immediately withdrew my body and covered my mouth to keep myself from screaming.

I seem to know something important.

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