Raised by A Considerate Fighter Chapter 6

It takes five and a half hours to get from Simon's village to the city center, even if the second half is on the highway.

It was almost one in the afternoon when they set out. Before getting on the highway, they had a simple meal at the restaurant in the service area.

During these two days and one night, Samuel had a very troubled time. Especially when he saw Owen holding up the restaurant's disposable soup bowl with a proper posture and bringing it to his mouth, he felt that he was unworthy of the golden signboard of "Director Shen's Special Assistant" above his head.

Xiao Simon sat on the dining chair, eating quietly with his head down. He was not tall among children of the same age, so his feet could just touch the ground. While eating, he put Simon's photo on the dining table.

He was actually hungry, but he had no appetite at all. He just felt nauseous from time to time. But thinking of what Simon had told him not to waste food, he silently swallowed the food on the plate mouthful by mouthful.

When there was only one-third of the meal left, the person sitting next to me suddenly said, "If you can't eat more, forget it. Don't force yourself."

Simon held the chopsticks in his hand and turned to look at Owen when he heard the words.

Owen pointed to the plate in front of him and repeated, "You can leave some if you can't finish it."

Simon thought about it, and finally put down his chopsticks. He held the photo at hand in his arms again, and looked towards the direction of the restaurant exit, his expression calm without any change.

This child is too quiet, Owen thought, too quiet.

After a perfunctory lunch, the two Ghosts drove out of the service area and drove forward along the highway again.

Simon was still curled up in the triangular area between the car door and the window. However, after about twenty minutes, his fingers holding the photo became tighter and tighter, sweat beads appeared on his forehead, and his little face turned pale.

Owen was originally leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed to rest. When he opened his eyes, he inadvertently glanced and noticed something was wrong with Xiao Simon.

"What's wrong?" Owen asked.

Simon closed his mouth tightly and shook his head.

Samuel turned around and was also surprised to see Simon's face: "This child...what's wrong with him? Are you feeling unwell?"

The feeling of nausea became stronger and stronger. Simon began to feel dizzy. Just before he could no longer hold back and was about to vomit, he whispered, "...I want to vomit."

This is indeed a tricky problem, Simon is carsick.

If the first half of the journey was bearable, it was now a little difficult to continue because I had already eaten lunch.

What’s even more troublesome is that the Shen family has no history of motion sickness, so there is no motion sickness medicine in the car.

Owen raised his hand and waved it towards the roof of the car. The LCD screen of the car TV slowly sank down. Turning on the display, Owen asked: "What kind of cartoons do you like to watch?"

Unexpectedly, Simon just stared at the screen that "fell from the sky", was stunned for a moment, and then shook his head.

I don’t know if this means that there is nothing you like to watch, or if you don’t usually watch cartoons.

Owen did not ask any more questions. He found the top-ranked movie in the video software's recommendation list and started playing it from the first episode. He then took out a bottle of purified water from the refrigerator in the back seat, unscrewed the lid a little, and handed it to Simon. He said in a warm voice, "Don't look out the window. It will make you more dizzy. Drink some water, distract yourself, and hold on for a while. I'll buy you some motion sickness medicine when we get to the next service area."

After thinking for a while, he took out a gift box from the back storage box, opened it and took out the contents, which looked like a mug, and then placed the empty box at Simon's feet and said, "If you really can't help it, it's okay, just spit it out here."

Simon didn't recognize the Hermes brand logo, so he nodded.

Maybe it was because of the iced purified water, or maybe it was because the cartoon he had never seen before played a magical and powerful role at this time. During the second half of the journey, Simon still felt uncomfortable, but the feeling of nausea seemed to have eased a little. Until the car left the highway toll station and entered the bustling urban area, Simon did not actually vomit in the car.

Taking advantage of the break when the first-level animation ended, I glanced out of the car window inadvertently, only to find that the autumn wind was blowing again, and the world had changed.

This was a world of traffic and people that Simon had never seen before. There was a world of soft red and fragrant soil everywhere. Tall buildings lined up on both sides of the road, and the flashing neon lights on the tall buildings complemented the evening clouds. The colorful colors and the surging flow of people intertwined into a vivid but unfamiliar prosperous world.

Simon stared out the window with his big eyes without blinking, and even his mouth was slightly open.

But just when Owen thought that the child just liked such a lively and magnificent scene, the child turned his head back silently and stopped watching the next episode of the cartoon that had already started on the car TV. He returned to his usual state a few hours ago, with his head drooped quietly, his mouth straightened, and even the slight curve of his lips just now disappeared.

Human babies are the strangest creatures in the world.

And the human cub plus is no less impressive.

At the outer ring road intersection, the two Ghost cars went their separate ways, one went back to Shen's, and the other drove directly to the Shen family mansion built in the suburbs.

The car drove into a very quiet corridor. On both sides of the road, there were endless green vegetable fields. Not far away, there was also an artificially planted green forest. At the end of the corridor was a Chinese-style courtyard.

The open space in the courtyard was incredibly large, and the gate was wide open. Gust drove straight in and turned left onto the parking lot.

Samuel opened the back door and Owen got out first, with no movement behind him.

He turned around, leaned forward slightly, and said to Xiao Simon who was sitting quietly in the car: "Kid, get out of the car, we're here."

Whenever talking to the child these past two days, Owen tried his best to maintain a gentle tone. This tone and gesture rarely came out of Owen's mouth, and Samuel, who took Simon's small package and schoolbag from the trunk, couldn't help but be secretly surprised.

Everyone in the Shen family knows that the only son of the Shen family is arrogant and cold. Although he has heard the funeral rites, he is not arrogant because of his talent, but he is definitely not a gentle person.

Simon continued to sit in the car for nearly a minute before finally getting out holding Simon's photo.

They walked out of the parking lot area. The courtyard was full of white walls and black tiles. On the left was a small bridge with flowing water, a quaint pavilion, a clear stone bridge, a pool of clear water, a short bamboo forest planted deep in the water, and a few winding corridors around it as a backdrop. After passing the waterside pavilion and singing stage, they arrived at the entrance of the main building.

Owen pushed the door open and walked into the room, with Simon following behind him.

The decoration style of the central hall is fresh, elegant and simple, and every detail reveals the poetic and picturesque interest, but there is no one there.

The housekeeper received the news and trotted over from the backyard. Seeing that it was Owen who had returned, he hurriedly said, "Mr. Shen and his wife are in the small building in the backyard. They said they will stay there for the time being."

Owen called out "Uncle Fang" first, and the housekeeper responded with a smile. Seeing that he didn't look well, he asked if he was tired and if he needed to rest first.

Owen shook his head and said, "Let's go see my dad first."

The butler's gaze naturally fell on Xiao Simon behind him, but he didn't say a word extra, just smiled at him gently.

The scene in the small building in the backyard is much more lively than that in the main building.

Although the doctor suggested that Shen Changqian be hospitalized for recuperation, the old man could not stand the smell of disinfectant in the hospital. After staying in the ordinary ward for a few days, he decided to go home to recuperate. Anyway, there would be a private medical team visiting him, and if necessary, he could even set up a sterile ward at home, so it was not so important where he lived.

Moreover, it is convenient for relatives to come and go, and the old man likes the lively atmosphere at home.

The small building in the backyard has only two floors, which is convenient for recuperation. Shen Changqian and his wife live in the south master bedroom on the first floor. In order to make Shen Changqian feel better during his injury, Clara's sister specially brought her little daughter to live at home for a long time, and she also accompanied her sister.

After entering the door, the decoration of the main building was still full of ancient charm. My little cousin, who was sitting cross-legged on the floor of the middle hall, saw the person coming and exclaimed. She put down the Lego she was building and ran over to call sweetly: "Brother!"

Owen raised his hand and rubbed her head, saying a few words. The door of the master bedroom on the first floor was open, and the situation outside the house could be seen at a glance. Owen looked up and saw the gaze of Shen Changqian leaning on the bed, so he took Simon into the house.

Shen Changqian and Clara were both in the room. Owen first greeted the elders respectively, and then asked a few questions about Shen Changqian's recent situation in the past two days. When the not-so-long conversation stopped, the room became quiet again.

Shen Changqian tilted his head slightly and looked at Simon, who had been standing behind Owen's right and had kept his head slightly lowered since he entered the door. His eyes gradually became filled with emotions.

Owen understood the deep meaning in his father's eyes. He raised his hand and gently supported Simon's right shoulder. He gently moved him forward a little, and stood aside.

Simon was still holding Simon's portrait in his arms. When Owen helped him up, he subconsciously dodged it but failed to dodge.

At this time, he raised his head and met Shen Changqian's eyes.

Shen Changqian sighed deeply, and his voice was a little hoarse when he spoke: "Your name is... Simon, right?" He tried to soften his tone because the child looked very timid. "How old are you?"

Kobayashi Jian's dark eyes did not blink for a moment, and his gaze was fixed on the man on the bed who looked seriously injured.

Soon, he noticed that the man's eyes were red, as if he was about to cry at the next moment.

Simon remained silent, and Shen Changqian was also silent for a while before asking, "What's your zodiac sign?"

This is the man his father saved.

After a while, Simon answered both questions at once, his childish voice not too high: "Eight years old, born in the year of the horse."

From the moment the child walked in, Clara couldn't control her tears. When she heard him say this, she paused for a moment, then gave Simon a gentle smile: "Is he also born in the year of the horse? That means he is exactly the same as Xiao Ke, one generation apart."

But Xiao Simon did not respond, and the room became eerily quiet again.

After a while, Shen Changqian waved to Simon, motioning him to walk to the bed and get closer to him. Simon's eyes moved with his hand, but he did not move forward.

So Clara suppressed her tears, walked from the bedside to Simon, gently took his thin wrist, and brought the child over herself.

No one noticed that when his wrist was grabbed, Simon's arm shook silently.

Shen Changqian stared at the photo in his arms for a long while. When he spoke again, his voice seemed even hoarser than before: "Child... I have to say thank you and sorry to you and your father..."

Owen's aunt held Clara's arm, and the two sisters turned their backs to her, not wanting the child to see their uncontrollable tears.

Shen Changqian said: "The rest of my life was snatched from God by your father, so our Shen family should take care of you for the rest of your life."

Shen Changqian whispered a lot more. Both his demeanor and conversation style were completely different from the "Mr. Shen" who was a big shot in the business world at that time. The content was a bit trivial and a bit messy, but it was nothing more than sincere comfort and reassurance. He let Simon feel at ease to live here and treat it as his own home.

Finally, Shen Changqian said: "I am fifty-five years old this year. According to seniority, you have to call me grandpa."

Simon kept his eyelids down the whole time, saying nothing and not expressing his opinion, as if he was in a silent and stubborn confrontation.

The atmosphere in the room was subtly awkward. Faced with such a child and with the loss of a life between them, the group of adults seemed a little at a loss, not knowing what to say or what else to say.

Owen walked to the bedside and whispered a few words to Shen Changqian. Shen Changqian seemed a little surprised, but soon, the expression on his face became deep again.

"Then stay here first." He smiled at Simon again, "There's a little sister at home, only one year older than you, so it's just right for you to have a companion." He paused, and added cautiously, "Child, be at ease."

But in fact, it was impossible for Simon to calm down.

Everything around him was unfamiliar, this family of wealth and luxury, this family of calligraphy and poetry, this beautiful and luxurious house, and the faint and elegant fragrance in the room that he had never smelled before.

He was in the midst of it, yet felt out of place, like a small animal that had suddenly burst out from a dark forest into the bright world, alert and frightened. The world before him was bizarre and strange, but it had nothing to do with him.

It was not until Owen's little cousin Ai Jia, who had been waiting in the central hall for a long time, leaned against the door and asked softly: "Uncle, cousin, have you finished your talk? There is a piece of the pattern that I just can't put together, can you help me?" that everyone woke up from their dream.

Cong Lin smiled and said to her little daughter: "Let mom help you. Let your cousin rest first." After that, she walked out of the room and accompanied her daughter to play Lego.

Clara also reacted, looking at the red bloodshot in Owen's eyes, she couldn't help but said distressedly: "Go and take a rest, you've had a hard time these past two days."

But Owen shook his head and said, "I'll go back to where I am."

Clara was stunned: "Don't you live at home?"

"No." Owen answered, but his eyes turned to Shen Changqian, "My place is closer to the company, so it's more convenient."

Shen Changqian opened his mouth, but the words to persuade him to stay were stuck in his throat.

How could he not understand his son's thoughts?

At the age of five, he started elementary school, skipped two grades, and went to junior high school at the age of ten. He only studied in junior high school for one year. After graduating from high school at the age of fourteen, he was admitted to the top university in China with the strongest landscape art design major. At the age of eighteen, he graduated from university. With many letters of recommendation and several papers with an SCI impact factor of more than 10, he was successfully admitted to the Graduate School of the University of Pennsylvania to continue his master's degree in landscape architecture design...

From childhood to adulthood, he has always been called a "little genius" by others and the pride of the Shen family.

Everyone knows that Owen has a clear and firm goal. He dreams of becoming a world-class garden master and he has remained consistent all the way.

And now, because Shen Changqian was accidentally seriously injured, Owen's life trajectory, which should have been proceeding smoothly and perfectly as planned, was suddenly disrupted. He is the only son of the Shen family, and the more glorious he appears on the surface, the heavier the responsibilities on his shoulders.

Shen Changqian can't stand up anymore, but the Shen family still has Owen, who has to take the responsibility and has no choice but to do so.

In a very short period of time, Shen Changqian seemed to recall a lot of past events, but he seemed unable to find a solution that would satisfy both parties. In the end, he just sighed and said, "Okay."

Owen briefly spoke a few words to his parents, said goodbye and was about to leave. After all, he was really tired.

Clara also calmed down, took Xiao Simon's wrist affectionately, and said that she would take him to choose a room he liked.

But the first time, there was no pull.

Clara was a little surprised. She shook his hand again and said softly, "Xiao Simon? Let's go."

At this moment, a scene that no one expected happened.

Simon suddenly broke away from Clara's hand on his wrist, ran behind Owen who was about to go out, and reached out to grab the hem of his coat.