I'm the ugliest kid on the internet

Extra Story 1/Two Ten-year-olds

Chen Xingge is very happy today.

Why, because he's going to a charity gala.

Of course, it's not because I'm happy to participate in a charity gala, but because, generally, my parents will usually attend such a large-scale event.

This means that he can see his father and mother at the same time.

So happy, this thing is worth a ten-meter jump.

Mom and Dad seem to be very busy, they are not at home eight days a week, the nanny is the one Chen Xingge sees most every day.

Although the nanny treats him very well, it does not conflict with his desire for parents.

Ever since the nanny went to school to pick him up and asked the teacher to ask for leave, Chen Xingge was in a state of ADHD.

"Auntie, are my parents at home now?"

Chen Xingge opened the car window and saw a dessert shop passing by outside. Between being greedy and going home early, Chen Xingge gritted his teeth and chose the latter.

The nanny has worked in the Chen family for many years, so she can understand more or less what happened, but she turned her head and met the expectant eyes of the young master, and couldn't say anything.

"They miss you too, but they are too busy with work, but they will definitely come back as soon as possible."

However, this verbal promise was not fulfilled in the end.

Because Chen Xingge waited from afternoon to night, only waiting for a word from the nanny: "The master and wife have an accident and they can't make it back. Let's go to the venue and meet them directly."

The number of such "unexpected situations" is not rare, but this time Chen Xingge was still a little bit disappointed. He picked out the dress all afternoon, but it was a pity that he couldn't show them the first time.

I also want to talk to my mother. They won No.1 in the school drama yesterday, and they asked the teacher to record a video and wanted to show it to my mother on the way.

But that's good too, my mother is a professional actor, and my acting is not good enough now, I will show my mother when I have better ones in the future.

The nanny escorted Chen Xingge into the car, and when she saw him coming out of the house, she boasted: "Young master is so handsome today, this dress fits so well."

Chen Xingge has a shy personality, and he would be too shy if he was praised a few times, his ears turned red, "I was going to wear the one my mother bought me, but I grew up too fast."

The clothes are too small.

The nanny thought for a while, and what the young master was talking about was probably the dress that his wife sent someone home a month ago. When she sent it back, she took a look at it and knew at a glance that the dress was too small.

"Yes, the young master is at the age of growing up."

Chen Xingge was in a hurry. After stepping into the car, he urged the driver to drive. After lowering the window, he waved at the nanny, "Auntie, come in, it's cold outside."

The nanny felt relieved, smiled and waved to Chen Xingge, "Go, Mrs. and Mrs. must miss you very much."

There were a lot of people in the venue. When Chen Xingge arrived, he saw his mother's assistant. He had met this young lady several times, and every time he went to find his mother, it was this sister who picked him up.

"Sister Jiang, did mother ask you to come?" Chen Xingge got out of the car and ran to the assistant.

Ten-year-old Chen Xingge is not tall, and he usually sits in the front two rows in class, and his assistant can touch Chen Xingge's head with his hand.

Soft and fluffy, it's rua every time.

Xiao Jiang looked at Chen Xingge's hairy head, her voice became soft, and she subconsciously lied, "Yes, your mother is afraid that you will not find your way."

Chen Xingge's eyes sparkled, he grabbed Xiao Jiang's hand and walked inside, "Then let's go find mom quickly."

Xiao Jiang took two steps to catch up with him.

Children can't hide things in their hearts. Every time they hear the word mother, they will be very happy. I don't know if it's because they don't listen too much, and they scream a lot. I don't know. Maybe they shout out when they are dreaming. .

When Chen Xingge ran in, his mother was surrounded by a group of cameras, and there were constant clicking sounds.

Chen Xingge didn't squeeze past, and obediently stood beside Assistant Jiang and waited.

His eyes were stuck there.

Mom is very beautiful today, of course she is beautiful at any time, the golden evening dress fits her very well, she is holding Dad's arm, the two of them stand together, Chen Xingge feels that his knowledge is a little poor, and wants to find a There are no words to describe my mother.

None of the people in this venue stood out from my mother.

I really want to rush over...

Chen Xingge stared, he could only hope that his mother and father would look this way.

It should be the fault of the group of cameramen and reporters, it was too crowded.

After filming for 10 minutes, Chen Xingge watched for 10 minutes. As soon as the reporter left, Chen Xingge jumped down from his seat, even Xiao Jiang was startled.

Chen Xingge controlled himself from shouting, raised his arms and waved vigorously at his mother and father, grinning to the back of his ears.

Xiao Jiang subconsciously looked towards the opposite side.

Wen Kongyu saw this side from the corner of his eye, and frowned slightly when he turned his head, but soon realized where it was, and then relaxed it.

As Wen Kongyu's assistant, Xiao Jiang can tell what the other person is thinking with just one glance after staying for a long time, and reminds Chen Xingge in a low voice: "The action is too big, shhh, many people are taking pictures!"

Chen Xingge put it down as he said, and his mother gently waved at him.

"Mom!" One action seemed to make Chen Xingge forget all the previous reminders.

The child misses his mother so much.

Xiao Jiang made excuses for Chen Xingge in her heart.

Chen Xingge's yelling was not too loud, but it still turned many reporters back. While Chen Xingge was running towards his mother, the flashing lights struck again.

Wen Kongyu didn't say anything when the words came to his lips, and Wen Kongyu cared about the camera, smiled and patted Chen Xingge's head, "Does Xingxing miss her mother?"

"Think!" After finishing speaking, she smiled at her father, "I miss my father too."

The reporter had taken enough pictures just now, and the Chen family had no intention of exposing the young master too much, so they had to let it go.

When the family of three went to the lounge, Xiao Jiang followed behind and whispered to Wen Kongyu, "Xing Xing was so excited to see Miss Wen just now..."

Wen Kongyu stared back at him before he finished the next sentence.

Upstairs is a single-person lounge. Mom and Dad are separated at the door, one goes outside and the other enters the house.

After closing the door, Wen Kongyu continued what he hadn't said just now: "Did I tell you not to go crazy outside? What does it look like?"

It was only then that Chen Xingge remembered that he seemed too excited just now.

It's the best thing to see my mother, Chen Xingge obediently admitted his mistake, "I'm sorry mom, I won't be like this in the future."

My mother is well-bred, no matter what she does, she is gentle and dignified. My impression is that my mother has never lost her temper, but she is rarely seen smiling.

Except under the lens.

The party did not attract Chen Xingge, at this time, except for the delicious cake on the table, everything else was quite difficult.

Chen Xingge was called over by his father at this time.

"Is it boring?"

Chen Xingge shook his head.

If you were bored, you might be sent home.

Dad patted his head, "It's okay, don't force it, if you're bored..." Dad said, turning around on Chen Xingge's shoulder, "Did you see the kid sitting over there? You can play with him."

Chen Xingge looked at his father's hand, and there was indeed a little boy.

What he was holding in his hand didn't know what it was, and he buried his head and looked like he didn't like to talk to people.

Mom had just finished dealing with a celebrity who came to say hello, when she turned around and saw this scene.

Before Chen Xingge could nod his head, his mother pulled him over.

"Xingxing, if you don't want to go, let's not go." Mom brought a plate of small cakes to Chen Xingge.

Chen Xingge looked at the crowd around him, smiled and ate a cake, "I want to go."

The mother had no choice but to let Xiao Jiang follow him, watching Chen Xingge walk out of the house towards the little boy outside.

His face was a little cold, and he said in a voice that only two people could hear: "He is not your tool."

Chen Xiaofeng smiled, and also replied in a low voice, "There are people behind."

Wen Kongyu's expression froze, and then his expression softened. He stretched out his hand to straighten Chen Xiaofeng's collar naturally, and took his arm.

Turning around, I didn't see anyone coming at all.

There were still whispers between the two of them, and Chen Xiaofeng's tone seemed to have been expected, "When did professional actors start mixing personal feelings?"

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Ye Yan was carrying a schoolbag, and sat in the open space under the tree. A few meters away from the door was the scene of today's charity party.

He hates this noisy environment.

But I have to come, because my father said, he must come.

So he came.

I just got out of school, wearing a school uniform, carrying a schoolbag, white sneakers, and some chalk dust on my trousers.

Out of tune with the whole hall.

Dad didn't speak, and turned his head after looking at him, as if he knew he would come over like this.

Leaving the hall without interest, he found a place with few people and sat down.

The tree seemed to have a long history, and it was surrounded by bricks, and Ye Yan sat on it.

This place should be quiet enough that hardly anyone comes over.

As a result, I was slapped in the face as soon as I finished saying this sentence in my heart.

Chen Xingge is very popular, and he is easy to get acquainted with people, and basically talks about what comes to mind.

So when he saw Ye Yan sitting here by himself, he asked without thinking, "Why are you here alone?"

Ye Yan frowned and didn't want to talk about it.

Chen Xingge managed to find someone about his age who could show off his amazing communication skills at the right time.

"Do you want to eat cake?" Chen Xingge stretched out the plate, and there were three left in it.

Ye Yan looked at the cake in front of him, then looked up at the person in front of him.

Chen Xingge thought he was embarrassed, and stretched forward again, "You're welcome, I can tell you like this right away."

Ye Yan: "..." Did he say anything?

"My mother said that generally fat people like to eat sweets." Chen Xingge kept babbling, "You know my mother, right? My mother is an actress, she is very good, this sentence means that she is playing a student When I said it, do you want to see me name you, it is very beautiful, my mother is very good in it, she is a professional..."

Ye Yan zipped the zipper of her schoolbag and said that if she was fat, it would be over.

"I don't want to." Ye Yan couldn't do anything about being forced by him, and squeezed out two words indifferently from between his teeth.

"That's right." Chen Xingge sat down opposite Ye Yan very skillfully, "I read on the Internet that the show was watched by little girls, and I guess you don't like it."

Ye Yan: "..." Then what are you asking?

Chen Xingge put the plate between the two of them, and took another cake to eat.

"Are you unhappy?" Chen Xingge tilted his head.

Ye Yan felt that he might be too bored, so he started chatting with the person in front of him, "Yeah."

"I see!" Chen Xingge slapped his thigh, "Are you angry that those reporters always surround your parents for interviews, and you can't find your parents?"

Ye Yan: "No."

Maybe it was because the way the person on the other side spoke was too defensive, Ye Yan pursed his lips and continued, "I don't want to come here, it's annoying."

"Ah?" Chen Xingge raised his head to look at Ye Yan, this appeal was a bit out of line, "Why?"

"No reason, I just don't want to come."

"Actually, I don't want to come either." Chen Xingge swallowed a piece of cake in two or three bites, reminiscing about the taste just now, "But I can see my parents when I come here, I don't usually see them, they are very busy."

Ye Yan felt that this person was very strange, who would rush to get in front of his parents, "Wouldn't that be better?"

"What's good?" Chen Xingge picked up the last cake, a little hesitant, "You know how hard it is when you don't see your parents for several months."

Ye Yan thought for a while, and finally answered truthfully: "Then I might laugh out loud."

Chen Xingge: "..."

The topic could not continue, Chen Xingge could only hold up the cake in front of him, "Do you want to eat?"

Ye Yan frowned, "No, I hate sweet things the most."

Chen Xingge quickly withdrew his hand and took a bite, "Then why are you still so fat?"

Ye Yan: "..." This person is really annoying.

"Can you handle it?"

Chen Xingge didn't realize that he had made the other party angry at all. After eating the cake, he looked at Ye Yan's face, "Can I pinch your face?"

Ye Yan: "?"

"My mother usually doesn't let me eat sweets. She said I would get fat if I ate them. She didn't let me get fat. She said I would be ugly, so I only let me eat a small portion today." Chen Xingge explained, " But I don't think you're ugly."

After finishing speaking, he stared at Ye Yan's face for a long time, "It looks very soft, I want to pinch it."

Ye Yan couldn't stand being stared at by him, "Whatever."

Chen Xingge's eyes lit up for a moment, he took out a napkin from his pocket, wiped his hands carefully, made sure that there was nothing on his hands, and then cautiously poked over.

It was really soft.

Chen Xingge pinched the two halves of his face lightly, and couldn't help rubbing it again.

It feels so good.

Ye Yan's face was a little itchy, and the place where Chen Xingge's little hand pinched was a little cold, Ye Yan turned his eyes away, and changed the subject abruptly, "Your mother still cares whether you eat cake or not?"

"Of course." Chen Xingge said, "You can't eat sweets, you can't drink drinks, you can't skip breakfast, you can't eat too much at night, you can't play computer for more than one hour a week, you can't walk with your head down, and you can't ignore people casually." ..."

Ye Yan felt irritable when he heard these things, "I'm so annoying, shut up."

Chen Xingge stopped talking, and took his hands away from Ye Yan's face, "You are so rebellious."

Ye Yan: "..."

There is nothing to talk about, and Ye Yan is not a talkative person, so she took out a notebook from her schoolbag and wanted to silently write down the homework left by the teacher today, and wrote today's date on the first line.

"Are you writing a diary?" Chen Xingge watched from the side.

Ye Yan was taken aback by Chen Xingge who spoke suddenly, and made a wrong word with a flick of his hand.

"Are you free?" Ye Yan asked.

"We are almost free." After Chen Xingge finished speaking, he felt that something was wrong, "It should be that you are more free than me. As the saying goes, whoever has free time has nothing to do to write a diary."

Ye Yan: "..." Where is this common saying?

"It's in a drama my mother played, you should be interested in this." Chen Xingge said, "It's a criminal investigation drama, many boys like to watch it, my mother plays a policeman in it, and the prisoner just likes it if he has nothing to do. The one who keeps the diary."

Ye Yan felt that he couldn't write anymore.

"Your mother has acted in so many plays?"

"That's right! My mother is very good." Chen Xingge couldn't stop once he said this, "I went to see my mother filming, she acted very well, and the director often praised her."

After Chen Xingge finished speaking, he smiled embarrassedly, "I want to be an excellent actor like my mother in the future!"

After finishing speaking, he asked Ye Yan again: "What about you? What do you want to do in the future?"

Ye Yan didn't expect this topic to be discussed here, and he didn't know what to answer for a while.

Finally he thought of an answer: "Anything."

Originally, I wanted to fool around and finish the matter, but there was no sound on the other side.

Chen Xingge sat cross-legged, thinking about this casual sentence, and finally came up with an answer after a while.

"How can things be casual in the future?"