Chapter 24 Jinjiang first release Humans are disgusting, except for my children...

At the beginning, it might have just been a joke that Li Huachuan said casually, and he forgot it after he said it, but only Li Zhuo kept it firmly in his heart.

And in the long wait and anticipation, he looked forward to it more and more every day, and regarded that casual remark as an important moment.

Naively believe that everything will develop like in the TV series:

Whenever an important moment for the protagonist comes, passionate or melodious background music will be played on the scene, and even time will flow slowly as if it were under a spell.

He has plenty of time to enjoy his happy moments. His demands are not high; he just wants to have a good birthday.

However, when the "important moment" he had been waiting for for a long time came, he suddenly realized that the so-called "importance" was only for himself, and the so-called "meaning" was also a lie to deceive himself.

From beginning to end, he was just talking to himself.

In fact, no one ever said that they were celebrating his birthday. It was just a name. He was a little self-righteous.

Standing on the stage, he looked at the faces of the unfamiliar male and female guests below, and felt a little nervous, thinking that this was Li Xuan's usual perspective.

He thought about it seriously, and after dividing the cake, he took out the speech he had prepared the night before. He actually had a lot more things he wanted to say to his parents.

Before he could take it out, his father urged him to go downstairs. When he realized that he was unwilling to do so, he lowered his voice and said that he was too ignorant.

Then his head was blank and he shouted out.

Mo Liang came down from upstairs.

Mo Liang took him away.

And so, the long-awaited coming-of-age party ended in a farce. That night, Li Zhuo had a low-grade fever that lasted intermittently.

In fact, Li Zhuo had no desire to sleep the night before the banquet. Even if he managed to fall asleep, he slept very restlessly and tossed and turned all night long.

No matter how Mo Liang tried to comfort her, it didn't work.

It is possible to forcibly cut off a certain part of the emotional perception area and force Li Zhuo to fall asleep immediately, but this behavior will definitely cause damage to the brain.

Mo Liang couldn't take the risk. How could he bear to hurt his precious child?

Not knowing what he dreamed about, Li Zhuo began to tremble all over, calling for mom and dad. So Mo Liang held him in his arms, responding to his calls and coaxing him softly.

"It's fine…"

"It's fine…"

"I'm here."

The thin, dense, and constantly swaying "black lines" seemed to have life, slowly spreading from Mo Liang's body, tightly wrapping the sleeping Li Zhuo, forming a "black cocoon".

The absolute silence also made the young man in his arms, who had been frowning tightly, relax a little bit.

And so...the night passed.

Among them, System 0255 suffered the most. It was forced to listen to the inhuman creature's excitement all night long, calling his child "Mommy and Daddy" for the first time. He had to record such a great moment.

0255 I kindly gave him some scientific advice: humans are different from them. Human parents are two different identities. Unfortunately, that black, non-human creature didn't listen at all.

He stubbornly believed that he could be both Li Zhuo's father and Li Zhuo's mother, and he was the closest person in Li Zhuo's life, no doubt about it.

Who will he marry in the future?

[…]

No… No… No… No… No… No… No… No… No… No… No… No… No… No… No… No…

Just a guess made Mo Liang extremely disgusted. He even carefully made a temporary "pregnancy nest" as a cradle for his child.

0255 None of the AIs could handle it anymore and went offline.

*

The old man said that every time a child has a fever, he will become more sensible. Li Zhuo didn’t know whether he was sensible or not. He just thought of many past memories.

He thought about the first time he had a fever as a child. He didn't know he was sick at all, he just felt dizzy and uncomfortable.

He was wearing ill-fitting old clothes and was not even as tall as the stove, so he stood on a stool and clumsily washed dishes with cold water in the cold winter.

He didn't think he had a hard life. Even when he heard others say that the child was not his own and he didn't feel sorry for it, he would still smile foolishly at them.

He thought of the small hill where he used to play. Standing there, he could see the mountain opposite and the village below. He always liked to sit there after mowing the grass.

He was already grown up, gradually understanding things. From some gossip, he vaguely guessed that he was not Yang Duyan's biological son. Every day, he wondered what his biological parents were like. They must love him very much, right?

Just like the little girl at the entrance of the village, can she have her own new clothes, watch TV as long as she wants, and be held high above her head?

Just like the youngest son of the village chief, he will have his own birthday present every year and a big cake?

He had never eaten cake. In such a poor village, cake was a rare commodity. He heard that the cakes bought from the cake shops in the city were very beautiful and expensive.

During birthdays, colorful candles will be placed on the cake. After lighting them, the birthday child will close their eyes and make a wish. After blowing out the candles, they can then share the cake.

Li Zhuo saw with his own eyes that the child was wearing a crown on his head and was surrounded by his family members singing birthday songs. He stood on tiptoe and watched from the window for a long time.

But at that time, the family was so poor that it was impossible to buy him something like a cake.

So Li Zhuo did something very difficult to talk about. He secretly found the flattened cake box from the lost garbage.

Of course, there was not a bit of cake left, only a layer of snow-white cream stuck to the edge of the transparent packaging box. He carefully dipped his finger into a little bit of the spoiled cake and put it in his mouth.

He thought it was so sweet at that time.

After stealing the food, he felt very guilty and ran to a remote hillside alone, condemning himself in his heart as a thief, a very bad thief.

The wind is so cold...

Little Li Zhuo was wearing a set of old clothes that others didn't want, with several patches on the cuffs. When a gust of wind blew, he shivered with cold and could only hug his knees and curl up as much as possible.

After an unknown amount of time, the chill suddenly disappeared. There was no sound of wind around, only an indescribable warmth...

He felt as if his whole body was tightly wrapped in a soft blanket, and as if he had returned to the fetal stage, with his whole body gently surrounded by soft and warm "amniotic fluid".

The hustle and bustle of the outside world are completely isolated, every breath becomes long and slow, the body and mind gradually relax in this extreme warmth, leaving only comfort and satisfaction in the heart.

Slowly, he stopped shaking.

When he opened his eyes again, Li Zhuo met a pair of eyes full of worry.

"My poor child, you slept the whole day..." Mo Liang's frown relaxed when he saw him wake up. "Thank goodness, you finally woke up."

Li Zhuo smiled at Mo Liang subconsciously, but when he regained consciousness, he thought of the previous banquet and the absurd ending, and his smile froze little by little.

In my memory, Li Huachuan's face looked very bad. Even Lu Fei, who was always in the middle, looked very bad. He looked at him as if he was a monster.

I don’t know exactly when it started raining that day, but when the show ended, it was pitch black outside. The drizzle mixed with the cold wind penetrated into the bones.

Li Zhuo was very sure that he was not wet by the rain. He seemed to have just walked mechanically for a long time, and seemed to have said something to Mo Liang?

Nothing really happened. I even went to bed earlier than usual, and then...

Slept all day?!

*

He felt a gentle touch on the top of his head. It was Mo Liang using his fingers as a comb, gently combing his hair, which was growing longer as winter approached.

"Can you tell me what happened?"

His fingertips passed through his hair, gently massaging the acupoints on his head. His voice was a hundred times softer than his movements:

"Perhaps I can help you?"

This sentence is so familiar. Li Zhuo suddenly remembered that when he first met Mo Liang in the corridor, he seemed to have taken the initiative to talk to him in this way.

His words have a magical power. Just listening to them makes people feel as if the restless mood is being gently stroked by a pair of invisible hands.

Combined with the trust they had built up over the past few days, Li Zhuo couldn't help but want to tell him about his troubles: "I'm a little confused now..."

Why is it that even though I've met the requirements, it's still like this? Why is it that it's his birthday party, but he's not even allowed to have a piece of cake...

Facing his child's confused eyes, Mo Liang sighed lovingly: "The people who hurt you are not worthy of being your parents, not to mention that they abandoned you, and now you have no relationship with them..."

He emphasized the words "it doesn't matter".

"You are my child now, so stop thinking about irrelevant people and things, and don't take their opinions and comments as your only guideline..."

Mo Liang rattled off a bunch of information, including but not limited to the fact that he was already preparing to help Li Zhuo move out of his household registration and establish an independent household...

At the end he suddenly mentioned something else.

"Think about something else, like that little green vegetable you planted on the balcony? It's growing very well now, and it'll be ready for harvest in a while..."

Following Mo Liang's words, Li Zhuo quickly figured out what the small green vegetables he was talking about were.

It should be that one time when he saw Mo Liang finished cooking a dish and there was just a little bit of cabbage heart left. He buried it in the soil and unexpectedly, it sprouted.

Later, he would water the green vegetables from time to time. Sometimes, if he forgot, he would remind Mo Liang to help water them. The first crop had been eaten, and now it was the second crop.

"Don't think about them."

"I'd rather you think about that dish."

"It's not worth it at all."

"Think about something else. It's okay if you want to play or study. Even if you tell me right now that you want to go to the other side of the earth to see the aurora, I will take you there..."

The system provided the following lines. Mo Liang paused and added a few words of his own:

"I don't think they really love you at all. There's no such thing as love that requires certain conditions to be met. True love has no limits..."

He adjusted the threshold of his voice and fine-tuned the changes in his expression to make it more contagious and persuasive.

"For example, I..."

"I love you, so you don't need to do anything. Just by living, just standing there and breathing, I will feel that I love you more and more..."

"So you can think about me too."

"I really want you to miss me, just like the first time you called me..."

“I was very happy then…”

"I thought you finally understood that if a call doesn't go through, don't make it. If one path doesn't work, try another."

Upon hearing this, Li Zhuo's eyes were completely red. He sniffed, turned around and wiped his tears, with a tense face.

The black part in Mo Liang's eyeballs expanded a little unconsciously, and the dark bottom of his eyes reflected Li Zhuo's expression. He was trying hard to... suppress his emotions.

So he spoke softly again: "It's okay, cry if you want to, it's not your fault at all..."

As if he had been waiting for these words, the boy, who heard that he was not wrong, suddenly burst into tears and cried loudly like a child. The tears could no longer be stopped, and the air was filled with overwhelming sadness and grievance.

When I was little, I saw other children having new clothes and being able to play everywhere, while I could only wear tattered old clothes. How could I not feel sad? How could I not want to play?

Because my family was poor, I never had a birthday and could only secretly pick up other people's trash.

When he was carrying water, he was threatened and bullied by the village adults, who wouldn't let him use the nearest water source or take the shortest route. He had no choice but to expend more energy and walk the longest route...

He set up a stall to sell some vegetables he grew himself, but was not only fined maliciously by the urban management, but was also cheated by customers who came to buy vegetables with counterfeit money. He couldn't find anyone and had to bear the loss himself.

After finally meeting his biological parents, he found that they were closer to the other son, had no recollection of what they had said to him, and always praised the other son in public.

They disliked his accent. He was just a country bumpkin with little experience. How could he not feel wronged? How could he not feel sad?

They always thought he was arguing over trivial matters, but in fact it was because he had been suppressing it for too long.

The emotions of the past decade or so rushed out of his eyes, and he choked up as he talked about how much he had hoped, how sad he was, and how he had always believed that he wasn't loved because he wasn't good enough...

Even just now, he was still wondering if it was his fault, if he was making a big deal out of nothing...

"I...I just want him to cut me a piece of cake. Is my request really too much?"

Mo Liang hugged him lovingly and stroked his back gently as if he was coaxing a child.

"Of course not. How can such a small request be considered excessive? I will prepare a bigger and more beautiful cake tonight. You can cut it any way you want..."

"I will spend every birthday with you..."

*

Perhaps it was because the grievances, resentment and sadness that were suppressed in his chest flowed away with his tears, Li Zhuo felt more refreshed than ever after crying, like a river that had been blocked for years finally flowing freely.

But at this point, he felt embarrassed again. He thought that he was such a grown man, and it was really shameful that he was still crying like that.

He coughed twice and licked his lips.

The next second, a cup of warm water appeared at his lips. Mo Liang didn't even intend to hand it to him, but instead fed it to Li Zhuo's lips with his hand.

After drinking the water, Li Zhuo's throat felt much better.

He looked at Mo Liang's profile again. The man's facial features were very peaceful. He was the type that one would think had a good temper and was very gentle just by looking at his face.

But this superficial "gentleness" is just a mask on his face. Li Zhuo has been with him for so long, it is impossible that he is completely unaware of it.

Before summer camp, he had been aware of the anomalies but pretended not to know.

After that night at the summer camp, Li Zhuo chose to make the call, and Mo Liang also chose to reveal some of his "abnormalities" in front of him.

A man and an unknown creature began to live under the same roof tacitly.

The water you want to drink is always warm, you can whisper what you want and it will automatically roll in front of you, you won't get wet even if you don't hold an umbrella on a rainy day, and you will never be hit by a basketball when walking across the court, and you will never fall...

While his classmates were complaining about the poor water quality at school and their constant hair loss, his hair was actually growing thicker and his skin was looking better day by day...

Only after going through all of this could Li Zhuo say calmly after drinking the water: "Teacher Mo, I actually saw it when I just woke up."

He tried his best to describe it: "I don't know how to describe it, it's black, feels very soft, and seems to be able to change shape at will..."

"Is this your true form?"

Completely ignoring the system reminder, Mo Liang nodded:

"Actually, I don't have any particular shape. If you want, I can become anything you like."

After a pause, he added.

"But I can't show you the whole thing right now. I can only show you a very small part..."

Of course, Mo Liang couldn't enter a virtual three-dimensional world in his complete state, just like an elephant couldn't force itself into a drop of dew.

His child didn't know whether he understood or not, so he nodded and said, "I know this. You told me that night, and I still remember it."

Mo Liang praised familiarly, "Our little Zhuo has a really good memory. He still remembers things that happened so long ago. It's amazing..."

——He used the same tone of praising a child again.

Having heard it countless times in the past year, Li Zhuo, who had long been accustomed to it, lowered his eyelids, and his long eyelashes cast tiny shadows on his eyelids.

My mood has improved.

The system suddenly reminded.

[Sure enough, the previous foreshadowing and companionship were all useful. After the original ending, the target was in a daze and had a mental breakdown, refusing to eat or drink, but now he can still communicate, which is much better than expected!]

Mo Liang ignored this and continued to praise him with a normal expression, and keenly noticed the rising temperature of the human's ear skin in front of him.

The child was in a good mood at the moment. He tentatively released some thin tentacles, which, like magic, crookedly spelled out a string of love in his mother tongue in front of him.

Li Zhuo pinched a tentacle that was about the same thickness as his finger. It was cold when it first touched his skin, but it automatically adjusted to a temperature similar to body temperature after a while.

He pinched it and asked very seriously, "Teacher Mo, how do you feel?"

Mo Liang smiled with his eyebrows curved: "Well, I feel very comfortable, you can touch me more."

Li Zhuo increased his strength a bit, kneading it casually like playing with clay: "How about this, will it hurt?"

“Not at all.”

Mo Liang narrowed his eyes slightly. The immense pleasure brought by his beloved child touching his body made his facial features a little shaky, like a half-melted ice cream. Fortunately, he still had some rationality.

You should try your best to keep yourself from melting so as not to scare the child; but at the same time, you should answer the child's questions in a timely manner so as not to affect the child's mood.

The result was that Mo Liang's voice, which had gone from gentle to flat, became intermittent for the first time, like an old TV with poor contact:

"I... like it very much."

[It's truly miraculous! The chaotic mental state in my body has suddenly dropped many times...]

Mo Liang was a source of pollution, and there was no way he could survive in a pristine world. Even though he'd managed to find a human body, his mental disorder index was rising day by day.

It actually went down just now!

I was just touched by the target!

The system flew around Li Zhuo, scanning him inside and out: [That's not right. He's clearly an ordinary human. How could he have...]

Ignoring the system's questions, Mo Liang saw that Li Zhuo liked it, so he released a few more tentacles to play with him, watching him tie his tentacles into knots, and then try to untie them bit by bit.

During the touch, his emotions soared, his body could no longer hold on, and he didn't forget to warn the system in his mind:

Don't point that at my child!

The system flashed twice and finally fell silent.

0255 wanted to explain that its scanner would not have any impact on the mission objectives, but it also thought, okay, I won’t argue with this madman who is protecting his cubs.

After all, this madman even thought about killing Li Huachuan, Lu Fei and Li Xuanquan before activating the system, and then taking on the role himself.

This inhuman creature's train of thought was simple: Don't children need their love? So, if he killed all the humans who didn't love Li Zhuo and then played the role of them himself, he would naturally love Li Zhuo very much and would want to hold him in his hands and hold him in his mouth.

Will the child be happy like this?

Isn’t this salvation?

After listening to his plan, the system told him a lot, including but not limited to the fact that the protagonist's death would have a certain impact on the small world!

After much persuasion, Mo Liang, who came from the polluted civilization, finally changed his mind.

You're right. Keeping them here will provide some contrast. When the child feels wronged and sad, he'll know that I'm his only support...

The system wants to say that it doesn’t mean that at all…

But no matter if it was the initial intention to replace him later, or the later intention to pull him down and compare him early, the thought processes behind many of Mo Liang's actions were difficult for the system to understand.

What kind of abnormality could have happened to a non-human creature, a source of pollution that should have no emotions, to develop such twisted feelings for another human being who has nothing to do with him?

Unbelievable.

Ai can predict all orderly things, from the trajectory of celestial bodies to the precise operation of machinery, but it cannot predict the development of emotions. After all, emotions are the most disordered existence in the entire universe.

It is inherently highly subjective and uncertain, with no rules or logic to follow.

*

The man and the non-human creature played like this for about twenty minutes. During this time, Li Zhuo once again seriously rejected Mo Liang's request to feed him breakfast.

Mo Liang sighed slightly in disappointment.

"Teacher Mo..." Li Zhuo looked outside, "Why don't you... go out for a while? Those uncles outside have been waiting for you for a long time..."

After waking up, Li Zhuo learned from Mo Liang that he was still in Hai City, living in a villa under Mo Liang's name.

Although he hadn't been out to see it yet, just from the layout of the bedroom and the glimpse of the tip of the iceberg outside the window, he felt that this place must be very beautiful.

He didn't recognize the uncles waiting outside, but he remembered the one at the back. He had seen him in the newspaper and heard about him from Li Huachuan. He seemed to be a very powerful boss. What products issued under his name had a reforming impact on the industry?

Those people were indeed very distant in the eyes of a high school student who had not yet entered society, but to Mo Liang, they were just "ants" whose appearances he could not remember at all.

"My good child..."

"Why are you thinking about others again?"

"You're always like this, it makes me worried..."

After losing Li Zhuo's touch, Mo Liang's voice once again returned to its usual calmness.

"They handled things just fine without me before, didn't they? Now they have to come to me for everything. What's the point of them?"

"The people here are stupid and self-righteous, vicious and hypocritical. I really hate them." Without pausing, he added quickly, "Except you, of course. You are the best baby in the universe. I love you the most."

Li Zhuo, who witnessed all these changes:

“………”

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