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Mu Yaqi lowered her eyes, still puzzled, "Even if he was in the mood for a birthday, how can you be sure that he left for his birthday?"

Lu Chengfeng explained: "Shang Junjie came to see him once before. At that time, Meng Zhe was talking to a camellia in the garden."

The bright sunshine is like a layer of soft golden gauze, pouring down without reservation.

The warm and bright light casts a dreamy glow on the yard.

That was one of the few tender moments in Shang Junjie's memory of Meng Zhe.

He is usually gentle, but it's all fake, so it's scary to watch.

Meng Zhe gave him enough power, so he could usually solve problems on his own.

But that time it was a personnel transfer in District N624, which required Meng Zhe's approval, so Shang Junjie went to find him.

Meng Zhe has never cared about other districts. He seems to only care about district N624.

Mengzhe's castle is slightly quaint, with mostly dark colors, but it is not dull, instead it has an antique charm.

When Shang Junjie went there to find him, he originally planned to go straight to the study on the third floor to find him, but when he was going up the stairs, he inadvertently noticed a slightly thin figure in the backyard out of the corner of his eye.

He looked back. It was summer, so it was normal for people to wear thin clothes, but he felt that the man's figure was very lonely.

There was actually a pitiful feeling.

Shang Junjie frowned.

Everyone in the castle had their own duties, and no one would stand in the yard for a long time. They came and went freely and leisurely.

Excluding the possibility that there were other guests, that person could only be Meng Zhe.

But according to Meng Zhe, that figure was too... pitiful.

The distance was too far, Shang Junjie looked carefully to identify the person, and the possibility that the person was Meng Zhe increased a little more in his mind.

Shang Junjie should have ignored that man. After all, he shouldn't overstep his boundaries on Meng Zhe's territory.

Before he was sixteen, he had seen too much in this castle and had been forced to accept too much.

He was familiar with every place, but he really didn't want to stay here.

So when Meng Zhe suggested that he move out and start his own business, he readily agreed.

And the place Meng Zhe often stays in is this castle.

Now every time he comes, it's just a routine and he doesn't stay for long.

Every time I come here, I will plan the route in my mind in advance, knowing where I need to go and not worrying about anything in the castle.

But today, he really wanted to go and take a look.

After taking a look at the documents in his hand, Shang Junjie had another excuse in his mind.

He retracted his steps on the stairs and went to the backyard instead.

After walking around several corridors, we arrived at the garden gate.

The door was half-open, probably because it was blown open by the wind, and the people in the yard didn't take care of it in time.

Shang Junjie stepped forward lightly, hiding himself in the darkness of the half-open door, and looked through the half-open but not narrow door gap.

That person was indeed Meng Zhe.

It's just that his aura is different from what we usually see.

It is an extreme gentleness, with a hint of sadness.

His expression showed happiness and nostalgia, but sadness dominated.

That's why when he looked at it from afar just now, he felt a sense of loneliness and thinness.

Shang Junjie lowered his eyes and wondered what the hell was going on again.

But he could vaguely hear Meng Zhe's gentle voice: "Wanwan, this is the seed you gave me when I was twenty years old. It has grown this tall now."

Shang Junjie raised his eyes and looked over again.

In the spacious and bright garden, Meng Zhe stood there quietly with a watering can.

On this summer afternoon, he stood under the glass roof, and the sunlight cast a haze on him.

But the camellia in front of him was bathed in the warm yellow afterglow of the sunset, bright, beautiful, gentle and moving.

His expression was full of tenderness, and even his tone was not as perverse as the one Shang Junjie usually heard.

In his impression, Guili is the most pleasant voice among all the voices of Mengzhe.

His voice was usually cold and gloomy, especially when he was giving orders, he was especially harsh on his own people.

He also liked the feeling of being in control. It was very interesting to see his prey struggling to death or begging for mercy in front of him.

At that time, his voice would be tinged with a hint of playfulness, not sounding fierce, but still frightening.

Maybe he was smiling at you in the last second, and in the next second you don’t even know how you died.

When people died in front of him, his expression would not change in the slightest. He maintained his own rhythm from beginning to end and just smiled to himself.

Nothing could really make him angry, and most of the time, he would smile.

But this smile is indeed not flattering.

Shang Junjie always thought that Meng Zhe was fake and paranoid.

He would laugh at anything, whether it was funny or disgusting.

He didn't understand, he felt that this was making himself disgusting.

Even if you don’t want others to know your true emotions, you can choose to remain expressionless instead of just smiling no matter what happens.

When he was happy again, at most he was just a little more cheerful than usual.

He actually noticed that Meng Zhe was still somewhat patient with him, so most of the surly tone was directed at him.

The rest of the time when he heard this accent, it meant that Meng Zhe was in a good mood.

After staying with him for a long time, this was not difficult to discover, or rather, Meng Zhe did not intend to hide it from him.

But he had seen Meng Zhe's other weird and happy moments, so he would not be so self-indulgent as to think that he was special to Meng Zhe.

He was just a toy used by Meng Zhe for entertainment.

Even though Meng Zhe gave him almost all his patience.

But what he saw and heard in the garden was a tenderness he had never heard before.

It's like he's trying to coax people with a certain tune.

This thought suddenly appeared in Shang Junjie's mind.

The description is very apt, but it is difficult to understand when applied to Meng Zhe.

It's hard to imagine such words being used to describe Meng Zhe.

Shang Junjie was confused, but he kept calm and wanted to listen for a while longer.

Meng Zhe had a gentle expression, and his gentle voice was a little deep, with a sense of maturity accumulated over the years: "The camellia has just bloomed, and it is more beautiful than last year. The camellia I brought you last time was from this tree."

"Wanwan, the camellia we raised has grown up."

He chuckled softly, "They've all grown taller than you, but it'll take them a few years to catch up with me."

After finishing a sentence, he would pause for a long time, and then continue speaking incoherently as if sighing.

"Wanwan, my birthday is coming soon. Can you wake up this year?"

"Wanwan, I'll come visit you in a few days, okay? I'll leave the whole day for you."

"It's a pity that I can't stay with you for too long."

"I'll let you wake up soon."

"I just got two rings made. I'll bring them over in a few days and show them to you."

He just stood there, looking at the camellia tree affectionately.

For a long time, no one noticed Shang Junjie's presence.