He is cold and distant

Chapter 54 Gifts

Three days later, the Bian family.

This day is Bian Zimo's birthday, so he should have entered college at this age.

However, because the original character lacked interest in studies before, and had always been in a state of half learning and half not learning, so over the years, in the learning stage, the progress was relatively slow.

Because Bian Zimo doesn't like to be too lively, so today is a special day, except for the people of Bian's family and Lang Mingfeng, no one else knows about it.

After breakfast in the morning, Mrs. Bian went to the kitchen to make a birthday cake for her own child.

The master of the Bian family went out as usual, and he didn't seem to do anything special.

Mu Yuanzhu and Bian Fanxu were at school at this time, listening to the teacher's lecture together, but they had explained to the class teacher in advance that they planned to go back early today.

Bian Zimo stayed alone in the room for several hours, communicating with Yu Yihe on the computer about company matters.

The old clock hanging on the wall, the minute and second hands in it, are moving round and round in a leisurely manner, like a traversing traveler, from dawn in the morning to darkness in the night.

In the evening, the sun in the west has disappeared, and some halos and heat remaining on the clouds have gradually become darker and cooler.

The wife of the Bian family put the cake she had carefully prepared on the center of the dining table, waiting for the return of the master of the Bian family, and celebrated together.

In the afternoon, Lang Mingfeng skipped class, came out of school, returned home, took the gift he had chosen in advance, and went to Bian's house.

Bian Zimo came out of the room, walked to the living room, saw Mrs. Bian's family, and chatted with her without saying a word.

Although Mrs. Bian's family is not very kind to outsiders, but she has done all kinds of behaviors to her family and children.

From her standpoint, there is no problem.

This situation is like a wife who hopes to have a happy family. After a long time of marriage, she finds that her husband can't forget other women in his heart.

This wife is not a heartless machine. No one knows how deep her feelings for her husband are.

For her, her resentment, her resentment, her dissatisfaction, and all the bad emotions she had caused, all came down to the fact that she was an ordinary woman.

A child who is so ignorant of the world will get angry and cry when his beloved toy is robbed, let alone an adult.

It is normal for her to resent and hate a little bit when others have violated her existing interests. Of course, you can say that she is selfish, jealous, cold, or even vicious.

But this is the inherent inferiority of people. If you are kind and pure, then she can only admit that she is unlucky and say that her inferiority has already been deeply rooted.

"Auntie, are you home?" Lang Mingfeng walked into the living room of Bian's house, saw the two people who were talking, and said with a smile.

"Is it Xiaofeng?" Mrs. Bian's and Mrs. Lang's friendship has always been pretty good. "I haven't seen you for a while, and it looks like I've grown a lot taller."

"Auntie, you always say things like this every time you see me." Lang Mingfeng's tone seemed relaxed, "I see you, your skin is getting more and more moisturized."

Mrs. Bian's family couldn't help smiling when she heard Lang Mingfeng's pleasing words, "Xiaofeng, she also said that my aunt always said the same thing."

"I see that your praise has not changed much?"

"Auntie, I don't agree with what you said." Lang Mingfeng looked cautious, "When I praise people, I only praise you, Auntie."

Mrs. Bian's family listened, and Lang Mingfeng's funny words brought even more smiles on her face, "Auntie can't beat you."

Bian Zimo sat aside, looking at the somewhat happy scene of the two, "What gift did you bring?"

"This..." Lang Mingfeng put the thing in his hand on the guest table, but there was some mystery in his words, "Take it back later and look at it later, I have a surprise for you."

Bian Zimo glanced at the gift box casually, and said lightly, "If I don't feel surprised, you have to be prepared to give it again."

"Mo, don't you think that you are too unfeeling to me?" Lang Mingfeng's words seemed to be pretending to be wronged.

"It's the surprise you said... It's not a surprise, shouldn't you be responsible?" Bian Zimo felt that what he said was well-founded.

"Okay, Mo you have the final say." Lang Mingfeng said no more, and agreed with a smile.

Mrs. Bian didn't participate either. After all, she also knew that Lang Mingfeng and Bian Zimo were good friends.

After a while, the master of the Bian family, Bian Fanxu, and Mu Yuanzhu also came back from the outside.

All the people have arrived, and the master of the Bian family asked the housekeeper Kun to bring the dinner.

Six people sat around the dining table. During the meal, Mrs. Bian cut the cake and distributed it to several other people.

Bian Zimo sat aside, listening to the words of blessing, and seeing some sad smiles, he couldn't help feeling a little emotional in his heart.

It's always like this, the days are lively, the faces are full of smiles, and the words are sweet. When everything is gone, it is not as quiet as it was at the beginning.

Perhaps it was due to the large number of people, or because there were more topics to talk about. This dinner lasted for nearly two hours before it ended slowly.

When the people left and finished eating, Butler Kun asked someone to clear the table.

"Master, the new housekeeper, I have told him in advance to come tomorrow." Butler Kun was in the yard, talking to Bian Zimo: "If you are not satisfied with him, you can choose another one yourself .”

"I see." Bian Zimo nodded, "Butler Kun, I still believe in the way you look at people."

"Master, if you have anything to do in the future, please remember to contact me." Butler Kun said a little worriedly.

Although he left his contact information on the young master's cell phone, he always felt that the young master would not contact him.

"You don't have to worry too much." Bian Zimo knew what Housekeeper Kun was thinking, "It's getting late now, you'll be busy tomorrow, so go to bed earlier."

"Okay..." Although Butler Kun wanted to say something more, but he looked at it, Bian Zimo didn't want to say more, so he had to give up.

At this time, the flowering period in May is coming to an end, and the leaves of the tulips in the yard are somewhat fragile, and they are spreading along the trend of withering.

The original green and lustrous, now quietly turned yellow and withered, leaving only white petals, still clinging to each other.

It seems that in these days when the glory is about to end, there is still a glimmer of hope in my heart.

Bian Zimo stretched out his hand and lightly touched a petal that was about to be separated, but the petal was unbearable to touch, and fell down in an instant without leaving any sound.

"Master." There was a deep voice that seemed to come from not far away.

Bian Zimo looked back at the source of the sound, as if he had expected who it would be, without any surprise expression on his face, "Little Zhuzi, are you here to give gifts?"

The only one who hasn't given him a gift today is the person in front of him.

"Yes." Mu Yuanzhu handed the things in his hand to Bian Zimo, with a serious look on his face, "I made this with my own hands."

Bian Zimo took it, opened the outer box, and took out the contents, but there was no obvious emotion in his voice, "It turned out to be a branch of wood carving."

"It is very similar to the flowers in this yard." Bian Zimo looked carefully, and the shape and context of the wood carving flowers were almost the same as the real ones.

"Have you given it to someone else?" Bian Zimo only took a few glances, then put the things back in again.

For some reason, he seemed to have a feeling of déjà vu, which made him feel a little strange.

"No." Mu Yuanzhu remembered clearly that he only sent the young master away.

Bian Zimo was silent for a moment, then asked casually, "What definite meaning do you give this thing?"

"Flowers always bloom." Mu Yuanzhu said, he had said this answer once.

The picture at this time seems to overlap with the picture in memory.

"Little Zhuzi, what wish do you wish for this year?" The young master asked him this way when he was with him.

"Flowers always bloom." At that time, Mu Yuanzhu thought for a long time, but only said this sentence, "You have been here for a long time."

The young master just smiled when he heard this, "Flowers will always bloom and fail one day, you should understand."

"They will fail because there is nothing to keep them." Mu Yuanzhu stubbornly wanted a result, "Master, I don't care for those flowers!"

"Why are you still losing your temper?" The young master raised his eyebrows, reached out and picked a flower, and handed it to Mu Yuanzhu, "You really don't want it?"

"I want to!" Mu Yuanzhu quickly took the flower in his hand, "I want it!"

"So..." The young master's eyes seemed to be rare, and there was a slight smile, "Who is the person who said it was not rare just now?"

"Master, I will take whatever you give me." Mu Yuanzhu said with a smile.

The young master just smiled lightly, shook his head, and didn't say anything more.

Mu Yuanzhu often recalls that scene, with both laughter and pain in it.

"You..." Bian Zimo looked at Mu Yuanzhu running away alone, with signs of red eye circles, "Are you ready to cry again?"

After the first two times, Bian Zimo is now almost able to perceive Mu Yuanzhu's emotions.

"No." Although Mu Yuanzhu's eyes were red, he still refused to admit it.

"What other things did I do to you before?" Bian Zimo didn't ask why Mu Yuanzhu became like this, but asked him this sentence instead.

"Nothing." Mu Yuanzhu still didn't know what he knew, and told Bian Zimo.

If he said so, wouldn't he just let the young master run away from him now?He will never make an obvious mistake like before.

"Since you don't want to say it, I won't force you." Bian Zimo approached Mu Yuanzhu, his expression unclear, and his tone seemed extremely cold, "If I remember it later, you have to explain it clearly to me. .”