"Master, why did you get up so early? You didn't even put on any clothes, be careful of catching a cold." Butler Chen went to Yang Zicong's room early to check, but saw that Yang Zicong had already gotten up and was sitting by the window looking outside, wearing only a pair of clothes.
A pair of pajamas. Butler Chen was surprised and quickly took some clothes to put on him. Looking at that thin figure, Uncle Chen felt heartbroken.
"Thank you, Uncle Chen." Yang Zicong responded softly, lying by the window and looking at the servants outside who were busy preparing for his birthday. His eyes were half-closed, and the long eyelashes covered the look in his eyes.
After putting on some clothes, a faint warmth penetrated into my heart from behind
"The weather is very good today," Yang Zicong suddenly said
Uncle Chen looked at Yang Zicong in astonishment, his open mouth trembled slightly, and tears could be seen faintly in his eyes.
This is the only thing the young master has said proactively since he came back that day.
"It's indeed very good. Today is the young master's birthday. It must be very lively." Uncle Chen raised his head and looked out the window, looking at the sky illuminated red by the morning sun, and he felt very happy in his heart.
"Yes." After listening to Uncle Chen's words, Yang Zicong lowered his head and buried half of his head in his arms, and then responded.
Today is my birthday, my brother should come
Yang Zicong said in his heart
Since I came back that day, I haven't spoken to my brother on the phone. My grandfather took away the phone. I don't know what he did with it. Yesterday, my grandfather said that brother Yizheng called me and he happened to be asleep, so he didn't wake him up.
, I asked myself to call my brother, but I didn’t dare to call him. I was afraid that my brother would blame me for not saying a word to him when I came back.
Today is my birthday. My brother said he would come to celebrate my birthday with me. I don’t know when he will arrive.
I miss my brother so much. I really want to see my brother soon. I miss him calling me Xiao Cong tenderly. I miss his doting smile at me. I miss his warm and safe embrace. I miss everything about my brother so much.
I have only been back for two days, but I have tasted the pain of missing him during these two days. The memories of being with my brother are so beautiful that I don’t want to move forward with time. Every time I think about it, it is like wiping honey on my heart.
Pulling up his clothes, Yang Zicong looked outside expectantly.
Brother, come quickly, Xiao Cong misses you
Time passed quickly, and it was already four o'clock in the afternoon. We started welcoming guests at five thirty, and the party was scheduled to be held at seven o'clock in the evening. The venue was the large garden next to the villa and the hall of the villa.
Yang Zicong followed Mr. Yang and listened to Mr. Yang introducing him to the arrangements for the party. When the servants who were doing things in an orderly manner met the two masters, they all bowed respectfully and said hello, and both of them responded with smiles.
Mr. Yang is wearing a black Tang suit today. The smooth silk is embroidered with exquisite patterns. On the second button is a badge belonging to the head of the Yang family. His slightly white hair is combed meticulously. There is joy on his face.
The expression on his face was unreserved, all because today is the birthday of the precious grandson next to him, and because this precious grandson’s mood has improved.
It's really a good weather today
Mr. Yang looked at Yang Zicong beside him and said happily in his heart
Yang Zicong was still wearing casual clothes at the moment and had not yet changed into formal clothes. He was following his grandfather and looking at the surrounding arrangements that had been prepared. He was listening to Mr. Yang's introduction, but his eyes kept drifting outside.
Although he knew that he was far away from the gate, he still took a sneak peek. After making sure that everything was ready, the grandfather and grandson returned to the villa.
"Grandpa" Yang Zicong, who was still following Mr. Yang obediently, suddenly stopped and called out softly.
Mr. Yang stopped when he heard this, turned to look at him and said with a smile: "What's wrong?"
"Grandpa, did you send an invitation to brother Yizheng?" Yang Zicong asked, looking down at his hands and not daring to raise them.
"Yes, we invited a lot of people today, and naturally Xiao Yizheng also invited us." This is the first time that outsiders were invited to attend Yang Zicong's birthday, so Shang Yizheng naturally didn't miss it.
"Then, did my brother call?" Yang Zicong asked a little uneasily.
"I don't think so. Didn't you reply when I asked you to call Xiao Yi yesterday?" Mr. Yang thought for a moment and said, he turned off Yang Zicong's cell phone. He really didn't know if Shang Yizheng called him.
"No," Yang Zicong said after a moment of silence.
"You, that kid cares about you very much. You should call him and tell him and invite him to attend in person." Mr. Yang touched Yang Zicong's head lovingly and smiled.
"I told him before," Yang Zicong shrank his neck and muttered softly.
"Okay, he should be here today. You have to thank Xiao Yi properly later, you know?" Mr. Yang smiled and patted Yang Zicong's shoulder, then turned to Butler Chen beside him and said, "Xiao Chen, take Xiao Yi with you."
Master, go back to your room to change clothes and get ready."
"Yes" Butler Chen came over with a smile on his face and accompanied Yang Zicong upstairs.
It was soon time to welcome the guests. Yang Zicong stood by the window upstairs and looked down, waiting for Shang Yizheng to arrive, holding on to the curtains uneasily.
How should I say hello to my brother when I see him later? Uh, hello, brother. I welcome you to my birthday party. It’s not right. It’s too intrusive. It’s not what I should say to my brother. Then, uh, just say it.
,Brother, you are here. I have been waiting for you all day. Did you bring me a gift? No, this is not good either.
Ah, really, what should I tell my brother?
Yang Zicong pulled the curtains and turned around again. His mind was in a whirlwind. He didn't know what he would say when he saw Shang Yizheng. Finally, he resigned himself to his fate and lay down by the window, thinking that he might as well wait until then, as long as he saw his brother.
Enough
So, Yang Zicong looked out the window with expectation like a little girl waiting for her lover to knock on the door.
When it was nearly seven o'clock, Yang Zicong couldn't wait any longer. His previous expectations had turned into uneasiness.
Why hasn't my brother come yet? Isn't he coming? Isn't he coming to see me? Brother
As soon as Yang Zicong thought of this possibility, he ran downstairs in panic
No guests had entered the hall downstairs yet. They were all outside. Several servants were making final preparations. Suddenly they saw Yang Zicong running down in a hurry. Before he could ask him what was wrong, Yang Zicong ran towards the door, but was stopped by him.
The father who came in stopped him.
"Xiao Cong, where are you going in such a hurry?" Yang Zicong's father, Yang Shiming, is an elegant man in his early fifties. Although he is over half a century old, the years have not left many traces on his face, and he is still very handsome.
He is handsome. You can imagine what kind of charm he has when he is young.
"Dad, where is brother Yizheng?" As soon as Yang Zicong saw his father, he immediately grabbed his hand and asked anxiously
"Little Yi? It seems he hasn't arrived yet, what's wrong?" Father Yang saw that his precious son, who had finally regained his mood today, was now so panicked. He hugged Yang Zicong distressedly and patted his shoulder.
, asked
"He, is he not coming?" Yang Zicong leaned on his father's shoulder and said in panic. His eyes were sore, as if tears were about to flow out again.
"How could it be? Maybe he's still on the way. You'll know if you call him first," Yang's father comforted him.
"Yes, I, I'll call my brother. Where's the cell phone? The cell phone is at Grandpa's. I'm going to find Grandpa." I impulsively wanted to call Shang Yizheng immediately, but then I remembered that my cell phone was at Mr. Yang's, so I was anxious to go.
Looking for Mr. Yang
"Little fool, dad has a mobile phone here. Here it is for you." Yang's father smiled and handed the mobile phone to Yang Zicong. Yang Zicong took it hurriedly and immediately called Shang Yizheng.
After calling the phone, Yang Zicong anxiously stomped on the spot listening to the slow beeping sound.
Brother, answer the phone. Brother, answer Xiao Cong’s phone.
However, Shang Yizheng did not answer the phone until the mechanical female voice rang, reminding him to call again later, and Yang Zicong's tears also fell.
"Xiao Cong, what's wrong with you? Why are you crying?" Yang's father looked at Yang Zicong from the side. When his tears fell, he immediately noticed it and asked worriedly.
"No, brother won't answer my call." Yang Zicong tried hard to hold back the tears that were rolling in his eyes, and said to Yang's father in a trembling voice.
"Maybe Xiao Yi just happened to be away. Don't worry. Bring me the phone and I'll call him again." Yang's father comforted his son, took the phone and called Shang Yizheng.
The phone was connected, but there was still no answer. Yang's father turned around and saw Yang Zicong still standing there waiting. It seemed that he would not leave if Shang Yizheng didn't answer the phone. Seeing the tears in his eyes that were trying not to fall,
Father Yang felt extremely distressed and urged Shang Yizheng over and over again to answer the phone quickly.
Finally, after Father Yang made the fourth call, he was picked up, but no one spoke.
"Is it Xiao Yi? I'm your Uncle Yang." When Father Yang saw that Shang Yizheng didn't speak, he spoke first. When Yang Zicong next to him heard that the call was connected, he immediately opened his eyes and looked at the mobile phone in Father Yang's hand.
, seems to want to see the person I miss through the phone
"Uncle Yang? Yes, this is Yizheng. Why did you call me?" Although this question was very abrupt, it was indeed what Shang Yizheng was thinking. He never expected this person who persisted in calling five times.
He turned out to be Xiao Ren'er's father. He had just glanced at the caller number before and saw that it was not from Xiao Ren'er, so he didn't answer it and just drank. He didn't expect that the caller would call for so long. He didn't want to be called again.
It was noisy, so I answered the phone, but I didn’t expect it was Yang’s father.
"Today is Xiao Cong's birthday. I saw that you haven't arrived yet, so I called and asked where you are now?" Yang's father knew that Shang Yizheng loved Yang Zicong, so he thought that Shang Yizheng would definitely come back, so he asked
Got it
"I, I can't go today," Shang Yizheng said hesitantly, his brows deeply furrowed because of his unintentional words.
"You're not coming?" Yang's father said unexpectedly, but these words deeply stimulated Yang Zicong next to him.
Yizheng, brother is not coming?!
Suddenly, Yang Zicong's heart twitched violently, and his face suddenly turned pale from the pain.
No, brother, I want to see you, I want to see you
With this thought in his mind, Yang Zicong unconsciously reached out and snatched the cell phone from Father Yang's hand, and quickly ran upstairs.
Shang Yizheng hadn't thought about how to tell Yang's father why he couldn't go, but he heard the other side of the phone suddenly calling "Xiao Cong" loudly. The nervous tone in his voice made Shang Yizheng feel fierce.
He trembled and stood up suddenly. He thought something had happened to the little man, so he hurriedly asked: "Uncle Yang, what's wrong with Xiao Cong?" The wine in hand was knocked down and spilled on his hand, but
He didn't realize it
But there was no reply on the other side of the phone, only the call that gradually faded away.
"Uncle Yang, Uncle Yang, can you hear me? What's wrong with Xiao Cong? Why are you talking?" Shang Yizheng shouted in panic
Damn it, what happened? What happened to my little man? What happened to my little man?
Shang Yizheng anxiously called the phone and asked what happened over and over again, but he never got an answer.
As for Yang Zicong, he grabbed the phone and put it to his ear while running. When he heard the familiar and anxious voice coming from the phone, Yang Zicong quickly reached out and covered his mouth.
The crying on the side is blocked
After running to the end of the corridor on the third floor, Yang Zicong stopped and pressed the phone hard against his ear, wanting to hear Shang Yizheng's voice more clearly. After hearing Shang Yizheng's uneasy inquiries,
Yang Zicong finally put down the hand covering his mouth, moved his mouth, and called out: "Brother Yizheng"