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After staying behind the curtain for a while, Jian Ze'an and Yu Yue also walked out.

The dessert that the two of them didn't have time to eat was still on the corner of the table.

Jian Ze'an picked up Yu Yue's plate and gave it to him: "Well...thank you."

Yu Yue sneered, and a trace of sarcasm flashed across Junyi's eyebrows: "It's not for you, I don't like him."

"Can't you take thank you seriously?"

Yu Yue lowered his eyes and poked the little cake with a fork: "You think I hate you again."

Jian Ze'an was puzzled, and it took him a while to recall the last time the two met, when he witnessed a girl confessing to the other party, Yu Yue asked if he hated him, and he didn't deny it in a hurry, which was regarded as acquiescing.

"Remember so long?" Jian Ze'an muttered, seeing Yu Yue's expression of forbearance as he pursed his lips, thinking that this person helped him, he felt a little soft-hearted.

"As long as you speak well, I won't hate you. By the way, just now Fang Jing saw that your eyes were wrong. Fang's emaciated camel is bigger than a horse. If he troubles you, remember to tell me."

Yu Yue put down his fork and looked at him:

"Just because I and Fang Jing are scolding each other, you are going to confront Fang Jing? Jian Ze'an, I wonder if you are stupid."

Jian Ze'an frowned, and forced himself to relax.sigh.

He seems to have touched a little bit on this person's character.

"You really don't know how to talk well, do you? It doesn't matter to me, don't talk about quarreling, I don't care if you fight with Fang Jingcai. But just now he came to trouble me, and you attracted fire for me. Now he hates me. I fell in love with you, and I will help you again. It’s not normal to have back and forth. In the end, you insisted on talking like this.——You still asked me if I hate you, so I wanted to know, did you deliberately make me hate you? .”

Otherwise, a person who is well established in the entertainment industry will not be able to say everything he says to make people angry.Originally, Yu Yue took the initiative to help, but it seemed like he was offending someone by doing so.

Yu Yue was silent.

Jian Ze'an waited for a long time without waiting for a word from his mouth, and shook his head helplessly: "Forget it, it's up to you. I'm not your parents, so I have no obligation to know what you think."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and left. He didn't see the boy behind him stretch out his hand subconsciously, making a movement as if he wanted to grab someone.

Jian Ze'an found his brother in the crowd, walked over to chat with Jian Zeping and the heirs of several families for a while.

All the guests had arrived, and it was seven o'clock in the evening.

The lighting in the living room changed slightly, from the bright white light just now to a softer apricot white warm light.The guests who were communicating with each other realized that it was time for the birthday banquet, so they all quieted down and sat down in the chairs placed on both sides of the living room.

After all, the birthday banquet was held at the Cheng family's own house. Although the occasion was grand, there was no need for a master of ceremonies to go through the process.

Father Cheng walked to the front of the living room in person, with a small microphone pinned to the collar of his shirt:

"Everyone, good evening, it's a great honor to invite you to my father Cheng Fengguo's 75th birthday..."

Father Cheng made the opening remarks, and briefly introduced the important events in Mr. Cheng's life, and then thanked each family in succession. He ordered every guest who came to the birthday banquet, and stood in front of him and nodded his head to the guests below.

Afterwards, Mr. Cheng's old squad leader who had been in the army when he was young—he was [-] this year—appeared on the stage and delivered his congratulatory speech in his still sonorous voice.

Next, in the applause of everyone, Dad Cheng and his younger siblings invited the old man to come on stage and say a few words.

Mr. Cheng is a bold man. Although it is such a grand occasion, his words are very down-to-earth.He told anecdotes about being a soldier when he was young, and also about being a worker in a state-owned enterprise later, and cue to Mr. Jane who was not there—by the way, he showed off a clay sculpture that Mr. Jane gave him.

The guests were amused from time to time when Lala spoke miscellaneously—maybe some didn’t think it was funny, but they all laughed along.

After Mr. Cheng finished speaking, the guests applauded, the lights changed again, and uniformly dressed service staff came in from the living room door pushing a huge and festive five-layer cake.

On the top of the cake is a powdery birthday peach, and the lower layers are also decorated with many small birthday peaches. On the bottom layer is a little old man made of fondant.

The lights went out, and the grandchildren of Mr. Cheng inserted candles and asked Grandpa to make a wish.

In the end, Dad Cheng and his brothers and sisters cut the cake together, and the first piece was given to Grandpa Cheng, and the service staff helped to cut the rest.

At this point, the official birthday banquet process is over, and the service staff invites the guests to sit and eat in the nearby restaurant.

The guests took advantage of this opportunity to chat and toast with the old man in twos and threes.Seeing that Cheng Zichen was always by Grandpa Cheng's side, Jian Ze'an also walked over, ready to go with Cheng Zichen.

It was only when I got closer that I heard a flattering voice:

"...You have been absolutely brilliant in these years. When you were young, you were a hero who defended your home and country, and after you retired, you were also called a pillar of national construction. Look at your descendants, one by one. Xie Lingyun said that the world is the only one. A total of one stone, Cao Zijian's talents are outstanding. If you want me to say, this city of Y is lucky and wealthy, and your family is unique. Brother Cheng has made the company so big, and Young Master Cheng's grades are also top-notch. He won the world championship. This is the brain of a scientist..."

Jian Ze'an trembled in his heart.

This tone, these words, are flattering to the point of disgusting.

Surrounded by guests who came to the birthday banquet, Jian Ze'an glanced lightly and saw the contempt concealed by elegant smiles on the faces of several people.

Even though most of the people present were eager to establish a relationship with the Cheng family, they didn't bother to use such a humble gesture to please them purposefully.

Jian Ze'an looked carefully at the speaker, and then his eyes froze:

It was the head of the Yu family, Yu Guangmin.

He didn't seem to notice that there were many people around him at all, and he didn't pay attention to how others looked at him. He just raised his wine glass and talked to Mr. Cheng with a smile on his face.

Jian Ze'an couldn't help but look through the crowd, and soon saw Yu Yue.

Under the light, the boy's face was as white as paper.He fixedly looked at his father with a blank expression on his face.

Suddenly, Jian Ze'an's heart felt slightly sour.

At this time, Mr. Cheng might not be able to listen to it anymore. Taking advantage of Yu Guangmin's praise from Mr. Cheng himself to his children and grandchildren, he quickly took over the conversation and changed the subject:

"Haha, let me borrow a little Yu's auspicious words. I'm old. It's hard to say whether I will be brilliant or not in this life. It can be regarded as living enough. What happens to my children and grandchildren in the future depends on them. It's hard to say what kind of fortune and fortune. If you want me to say , Xiaoyu, you are blessed, and your child is also very promising. Some time ago, my little granddaughter told me that he seemed to be awarded the most popular award..."

Mr. Cheng changed the subject on purpose, trying to avoid Yu Guangmin's flattery just now, turning the conversation into a commercial bragging.

Unexpectedly, when Yu Guangmin heard him talking about his son, his eyes suddenly lit up:

"You know my kid too? He's not as smart as your grandson, but he has some talents."

He suddenly turned around and waved to Yu Yue who was standing not far away: "Yu Yue, there is a piano over there, your grandpa Cheng likes you so much, play the "Birthday Song" for grandpa quickly, wish grandpa Cheng never grow old, Align with the sky!"

Jian Ze'an felt his whole heart sank into his stomach, and felt nauseated intermittently.

He could hardly bear to look at Yu Yue's face.

They are all teenagers in the middle of seventeen or eighteen, who doesn't want to show face?

Yu Guangmin was really able to let go of his body and let it go, but now he even took his own son along with him.

If it hadn't been for the previous one, Zhang Luoyu Yue played a piece of music for Master Cheng. Although he was a little courteous, it wasn't outrageous.But after he flattered and flattered the Cheng family -- or stepped on his own son to flatter Mr. Cheng's children and grandchildren, his tone and posture seemed like sales promotion.

Maybe he has difficulties, maybe he still feels that he can't even care about his own face for the sake of the family business, and his son should pay the same as him...

But Yu Yue is an independent individual, he has his own willpower and judgment.

Has he asked Yu Yue?

Did he ask his son if he would like to help the family in this way?

How can he be sure that after offering his son's face, the Yu family will be able to get help?

It is true that the Yu family's capital chain is on the verge of breaking, and if they cannot borrow money, they may go bankrupt.But Yu Yue is a star, he can earn a lot of money, and so can his mother, the Queen of Shadows.How can Yu Guangmin be sure that his son is also willing to bend his back to keep the wealth?It's not like he doesn't have other means of survival!

Enduring the pain, Jian Ze'an quietly glanced at Yu Yue's expression, and his lips were drawn into a line on the other's snow-white face.He stood there with his back straight—stiff rather than straight, like a statue.

Everyone is looking at him.Some of those gazes were indifference that had nothing to do with them, some were contempt for watching a good show, and some were pity from above.

Jian Ze'an's hands clenched into fists by his side.

He saw the bright figure in a long wine red dress behind Yu Yue, and quietly approached his son, and lightly pressed behind him——

Just like when she urged him to chat with Jian Ze'an before.

Jian Ze'an felt coolness and sadness in his heart.

He silently withdrew from the crowd, walked around behind them, walked up to Cheng Zichen who was standing in the front, and said a few words in a low voice.

Yu Yue felt that everyone's eyes were on him.

Some are malicious, some are compassionate.

But he'd rather be bathed in sarcasm than--to be sympathized with.

His mother's voice was as soft and pleasant as ever, but he found it extremely strange:

"Hurry up, Xiao Yue, everyone is waiting."

Everyone?

Are they waiting for a tune or a joke?

Grief, anger, and shame are mixed together, just like saltpeter mixed with sulfur and charcoal, only a spark of sparks can cause an earth-shattering explosion.

Behind him is his "persuading" mother, and in front of him is his father, who looks at him with a warning look in his eyes.

For a moment, Yu Yue suspected that he was going to lose control, and it seemed that his rationality could no longer block the negative emotions that filled his chest.

One second before he was on the verge of erupting, there was a sudden "bang" sound from outside, accompanied by a slight crackling sound in the air.At the same time, the huge floor-to-ceiling windows with undrawn curtains let in brilliant light.

Everyone turned their heads away.

A cluster of fireworks flew into the sky outside the window, scattering thousands of bright sparks in the air, rushing towards the earth like shooting stars.

After this flower blooms, it disperses, followed by another firework, colorful and extremely beautiful, illuminating the garden brightly.

"Dad, here are the fireworks for you."

Father Cheng responded quickly and told the old man, while calling for people to open the door of the living room facing the garden, he helped the old man go out, so that he could enjoy the fireworks show outside.

The guests also followed out, and the Yu family's farce was forgotten.

Yu Yue stood where he was, listening to his mother's reproach in a low voice, "This child, you look awkward, it's too late to play the piano", but he didn't seem to hear it, and only turned his head to look at the grand fireworks show outside the window.

He watched in silence for a while, and suddenly a shallow arc appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if he was laughing or mocking himself.

——There is no birthday banquet process where fireworks are set off when everyone has not finished eating. It is when most people go to the garden to digest food after eating, and just use fireworks to create a grand scene for people to enjoy.

He thought of the figure that had hurriedly left the crowd just now, looked up at the sparks outside, and couldn't say a word for a moment.

The author has something to say: Well, thank you for the sleepy little angel’s bazooka, so kind~