Chapter 47 Chapter 47 Every year there is this day, years old...

Someone pushed her gently from behind, and Zhao Manzhi stumbled forward.

She turned around and saw Chen Hang waving his flag and shouting, "What are you standing there for? Go!"

Mr. Zhuang also stopped.

He handed her an umbrella at a distance of one person, and said nothing.

Zhao Manzhi looked at Chen Hang deeply, and took the thing as if he had made a great determination.

Zhuang Youkai watched her open the umbrella, her clumsy movements like a chubby penguin, and her scarf was wrapped randomly, as if it was not warm enough, and her face kept burrowing into it.

He took off his own, held Zhao Manzhi's shoulders, and wrapped it around her.

The high-grade cashmere hand-woven by European craftsmen was indeed warm enough. As soon as she wrapped it, her face became uncontrollably hot.

After taking care of it, he spoke, "Let's go."

Zhao Manzhi was still in the aftermath of shock.

She thought that even if Zhuang Youkai came to pick her up, he should bring a car. Since she met him, she felt that Mr. Zhuang and his luxury car seats were semi-permanent. It was a waste for him to have such long legs but not walk much.

But today he came alone, with a calm demeanor as if he was used to it. In this rare snowstorm, he left behind everything that Zhuang Youkai had been given by the world and just became her companion.

The ice and snow were still too unfamiliar to Zhao Manzhi. She grew up in the south of the Yangtze River and studied in Hong Kong Island. She was just a little bit fond of the northern winter. She said every day that she liked snow and wanted to see it, but when it really snowed, she couldn't even walk steadily.

Just like Jeffrey said, flowers growing in a greenhouse can't stand the slightest cold or heat.

Zhuang Youkai had big steps to begin with, and when he met Zhao Manzhi, who was afraid of falling and moved at a snail's pace, he had to stop and wait after walking a few steps.

Finally, when Zhao Manzhi was staggering and seemed to be about to fall forward for the umpteenth time, he subconsciously reached out to help her, but it was only a flash of lightning when the two palms touched, and she took her hand back.

I only remember that her hands were very cold.

Zhao Manzhi was a little at a loss, and slowly retracted his fingers into his sleeves. He glanced at the small dessert shop with lights on in the pedestrian street market, and suddenly suggested, "I want to eat candied haws."

He looked up and saw the words "fruit candied haws" on the sign. It was less than fifty meters away, so it would be good for her to go into the store to warm up.

In the bright window were various small desserts, French, Japanese, and new Chinese-developed... a variety of them, a posture of great unity of the nations of the world.

Zhuang Youkai frowned lightly. Not to mention anything else, the level here is not even comparable to that of Liuyuan.

Zhao Manzhi's eyes were almost grown on it, and she bent over and looked at them carefully one by one, as if she was really choosing carefully.

"Aren't you going to buy candied haws?" he reminded.

"Oh, yes." Zhao Manzhi withdrew her eyes from the small cake and pointed casually, "Give me a box."

"Do you want to eat it now or take it away?"

She looked back at the heavy snow flying behind her.

"I'll pick two and pack the rest."

Zhuang Youkai had already taken out his credit card, but Zhao Manzhi insisted on doing it herself. She stuffed a string of candied haws into his hand and told him to go play with it. "Won't you be suspected of fraud if such a small amount of money appears on your credit card bill?"

The difference between people is like heaven and earth. Ordinary people will be alarmed when they see a large amount of expenses on the bill, but it is abnormal for him to spend a little interest.

After waiting for about five minutes, Zhao Manzhi took the things and left with satisfaction.

"Why don't you eat it?" She saw Zhuang Youkai still holding the candied haws. "I tried it. It's not bad. The strawberries are very fresh."

"I don't have much appetite." He really looked uninterested. "Do you like this very much?"

"Not really. I haven't eaten it for a long time. I miss the taste of candied haws."

Zhuang Youkai saw her asking the store owner for a business card so enthusiastically. He thought she liked it very much. As a result, he got such a lukewarm answer. His expression was a little gloomy. "Next time, you can ask the pastry chef of Huanye to make it for you."

"No, no need to bother."

They continued to walk in the snow. Zhuang Youkai lowered his eyes and looked at the candied haws in his hand. He turned it around casually. The crystal sugar coating was like the shell of a crystal ball. The world was miniaturized inside. He had a quick look.

Zhao Manzhi saw his disappointment and asked carefully, "Don't you like it?"

"What?"

"The dessert shop just now." She saw that the cake was in good condition and planned to go back and order one.

Zhuang Youkai's birthday is in two days.

"Not really."

Zhuang Youkai was thinking, Zhao Manzhi is not new to the world, French desserts from Liuyuan, Hong Kong-style and English desserts from Huanye, so many good things were brought to her, but she had never been as happy as today.

But he couldn't blame Zhao Manzhi.

He just suddenly felt that he was so helpless in the face of her feelings, and didn't know what to do.

"Ah..." Zhao Manzhi felt a little regretful and muttered softly, "Then I can't order it here."

But the next schedule is so full, where can she order a cake?

The photos of the online store are beautiful, but there are many that are very different from the real thing. She also looked at it herself, and felt that the products of this store could be more reliable.

In the end, it was rejected by the eldest young master, and she felt discouraged.

But he still heard these words.

"What did you say just now, what to order?" Zhuang Youkai asked.

"Cake." Zhao Manzhi was desperate, how could someone be so difficult to serve? There was no time for any surprises, and he probably wouldn't be interested. "It's your birthday, isn't it? I want to celebrate it for you. If you don't like it, forget it. The hotel will definitely prepare it later. Why should I worry about it?"

She said this, and Zhuang Youkai's choking breath was relieved. He couldn't get up or down, and could only watch the joke with the candied haws in his hand.

He bit one in anger.

Zhao Manzhi saw it and thought it was a little funny, "What are you doing? Are you angrier than me?"

"Why are you angry?" Zhuang Youkai chewed the candy coating and spoke unclearly, with clouds of white mist escaping, which made him seem less unattainable. "You said it was a birthday, but you don't even know the birthday of the birthday person."

She was surprised, "Isn't it the day after Christmas? That's what I read in the information."

"Stupid, if it's so easy to find out, it can't be true."

Hong Kong people talk about the eight characters, and the birth date must be carefully kept, especially in a family like theirs, where there is no guarantee that someone will use the birth date to do something behind the scenes. It's not clear whether it works or not, but it's a bit unlucky to think about it.

"So, when is it?"

"Today."

"Ah!"

Zhao Manzhi pretended to turn around, but Zhuang Youkai grabbed her first.

She said with some regret, "You should still buy a cake for your birthday, right? If you don't like it, just buy a small one, it will be more of a ritual."

Zhuang Youkai raised the candied haws in his hand, "Don't we have this?"

"How can you just make do with that..."

"It's just a day, why not celebrate it?"

"It's different. You coming to this world is very important to some people." Zhao Manzhi said, "It's okay not to celebrate your birthday, but you have to make a wish."

He lowered his eyes and took in her subtle changes in expression. The girl's fair face was almost childishly serious. The tip of her nose was frozen red, and her eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she could be crushed by a little ice hail, making her look even more spotless, like a camellia covered with snow.

Zhuang Youkai heard his heart beating fast.

In fact, he was not interested in participating in such idealistic activities. Zhuo Wen and Jiang Yu would celebrate his birthday in the past, but he never made a wish.

For him, if he wanted to get something that was just a word, there was really no need to go through such a meaningless ceremony.

However, at this moment, he was happy to waste time with her.

When they were about to reach the door of the hotel, Zhao Manzhi heard him say, "I don't have any wishes. I'll give you the opportunity to make a wish. You decide."

She stopped.

Behind Zhuang Youkai was the majestic Beijing Huanye Hotel, with thousands of lights like fire in the twilight.

That is the label that people would most easily think of when they mention him: the president of Huanye Group, the son of a wealthy Hong Kong banker, who was able to rank among the top on the Forbes rich list at a young age.

They made him what he is, and also became a curse that followed him everywhere. It took Zhao Manzhi a long time to figure out whether she liked him or the magnificent buildings behind him.

She was glad that the snow kept Mr. Zhuang here, unadorned and returning to nature, allowing her to finally recognize her true heart.

If only the world were a glass ball now, with only her and Mr. Zhuang, and endless snow.

Her, Mr. Zhuang.

Zhao Manzhi's eyes were a little red, as if she was frozen, or as if she had cried. She held her two equally frozen red hands and blew on them, then reached out to pull over Zhuang Youkai's hand holding the candied haws, and placed it piously, "Don't move."

Zhuang Youkai did as she was told.

She put the umbrella on her shoulder, clasped her hands together, closed her eyes, and made a wish seriously. Half a minute later, she opened her eyes contentedly and gave a new instruction, "Okay, eat the remaining half of the candied haws, just as if you were blowing out the candles."

The two steps of making a wish must involve him.

"What did you wish for? Can you tell me?"

"I wish you this day every year, every year..."

"Okay, okay, I'll start singing later." I really thought she would say it, but I didn't expect her to recite the lyrics of "Birthday Song" to him.

They finally returned to the warm hall. Jeffery, who was waiting with his heart almost broken, immediately came up to ask about his well-being, "Why did you walk so long?"

Zhuang Youkai shook the snow water off the umbrella, "Southerners have never seen snow, it's rare, and they have to play with it enough."

It's as if you are not from the south. Zhao Manzhi thought, wrinkled her nose, and said nothing.

After all, this trip to the snow has consumed too much of her energy, and she felt exhausted if she said one more word.

The human body will secrete adrenaline in extreme environments to prevent the brain from feeling too much pain. Once it returns to normal, the aftereffects will slowly surge up and become exhausted.

Jeffery handed over a cup of hot ginger tea, "That won't work either. At least wear more clothes. You won't take what I said today seriously, will you? I'm just joking! It's not something you can learn casually. Drink this quickly and go back to take a hot bath."

Then he said to Zhuang Youkai, "You too."

The person being scolded pinched his nose and drank the ginger tea, and put the cup back on the tray, "Jeffery, you are so generous when you talk now."

I'm used to hearing him speak Mandarin, and occasionally speaking Cantonese, which makes me feel like a family member.

Zhao Manzhi smiled silently, drank the ginger tea, returned the umbrella, and was then let back upstairs to rest.

She didn't tell Zhuang Youkai that the second half of the sentence "Year after year, like today, year after year, like today" is actually "Every morning and evening, people remain the same."

This wish sounds too greedy.

Let's settle for the next best thing and hope to celebrate next year's birthday together.