Chapter 3 (revised)

Since the birth was successful, it at least means that the fathers in this time and space must be together.

Could it be that some kind of positive god heard his dying wish and gave him a chance to start over - a chance to atone for his fathers' sins?

Zhu Fu was very upset. He had many questions he wanted to ask Zhu Xiyuan, but it was as if there was a barrier and he couldn't say anything.

It seems that whoever is behind this doesn't want him to reveal the secret of his rebirth.

Zhu Xiyuan tidied up the kitchen and carried Fu Fu to her little chair.

The child stared at the milk and didn't react.

You know, this little guy likes to drink milk the most on weekdays. No matter what he is doing, as long as he shakes the bottle, it will be like a kitten hearing the ring of a bell. He will appear next to him as fast as possible, hug his legs and act coquettishly.

When I was younger, I would even knock over the bottle, getting my face and body all wet, and choking and sneezing, becoming a real "milk" baby.

Why did you suddenly change your mind and stop liking milk and start drinking coconut milk instead?

Zhu Xiyuan dipped his index finger in milk and smeared it on Fu Fu's lips, hoping to awaken his sense of smell and taste memory.

The evil god Zhu Fu actually didn't drink milk much, and it smelled a bit strange; she was still thinking about the spilled coconut milk.

After his mother dipped him in it, he couldn't help but lick it with the tip of his tongue. It was completely a conditioned reflex.

The little guy's pupils shrank excitedly like a cat's.

It seems delicious!

Zhu Xiyuan looked at his son's adorable appearance as he dove into the bowl again and devoured it, touched his hair and smiled slightly.

The sensor light strip behind him suddenly lit up, and at the same time, a gentle AI female voice sounded: "Mr. Si, welcome home."

The little one who was drinking milk over there heard an unfamiliar female voice and the iconic surname "Si". He suddenly raised his head, with a white beard on his mouth marked by milk.

Zhu Fu moved her pointed cat ears vigilantly and turned her head to look at the source of the sound.

A man wearing a black windbreaker, Martin boots, sunglasses, with broad shoulders and long legs, almost nine heads tall, walked in carrying large and small bags.

It's his father.

A not surprising answer.

All the fathers have gathered together, and it seems that the world line has officially begun.

In other words, this is not a dream, not a prelude to hell, but a real rebirth.

He really became a three-year-old cub.

A little cub that can do nothing but eat and sleep all day long!

If Zhu Fu looks like Zhu Xiyuan, then her personality is more inherited from Si Yin.

Simply put, it means being the center of attention wherever you go.

The kitchen is open and visible as soon as you walk in. Si Yin put the bag on the ground. He walked so fast from the entrance that if you didn't know better, you would think he was a supermodel walking on the catwalk.

As soon as Si Yin came back, he saw that the expressions of the two, one big and one small, were not very good, especially the small one, whose eyes were as big as copper bells, looking at him in shock.

Although still a child, his face was deep and thoughtful, as if the person being stared at was an extremely difficult mystery.

He took off his sunglasses and casually stuck them on his collar, then bent down to poke the child's head: "What's wrong with our Fuzai?"

Besides "Zi Zai", there was another name that Zhu Fu hadn't heard for a long time.

His father always calls him Fuzai in the tone of ○zai milk gg.

He was very close to Fu Fu, and of course very close to Zhu Xiyuan next to him, so close that the latter could smell the faint scent of vetiver cologne on him, and so close that she could touch his warm skin with her hand.

There was some milk powder on Zhu Xiyuan's elbow. Si Yin patted it off naturally, then turned around and placed a kiss on his cheek: "Why are you looking so sad too?"

"The lid of the milk pot is broken." Zhu Xiyuan's voice was full of regret.

"Is this the souvenir we bought when we traveled to Liuli Star?"

"right."

Zhu Xiyuan was pregnant during that trip. She bought a small milk pan at the baby store. The process of picking and choosing was filled with endless fantasies about her future baby. It was quite memorable.

Si Yin smiled and took the child out of the chair, and kissed his son: "It's okay, as long as Fuzi is fine. If the pot breaks, you can buy another one."

He held the boy in one hand, as easily as if he were holding a toy.

Zhu Xiyuan sighed and ended the topic: "Are you all ready?"

"Well, we'll leave when the driver arrives in a while."

Si Yin ruffled the child's hair, turned around and took out the things in the bag, and put them one by one into the suitcase next to him.

It was only then that Zhu Fu noticed that the living room was filled with suitcases, large and small, all full.

It looks like you're planning a trip or a move.

Zhu Fu finally said her first words after meeting her fathers: "Where... are you going?"

"Go back to the mother planet." Zhu Xiyuan said.

"Back...to the home planet?" The child's tail drooped as he repeated his words blankly.

Zhu Xiyuan once again felt his son was a little strange, but he simply assumed he was just dazed from sleep and didn't think much of it. "Did you forget I was going to take you back to your grandparents' house today?"

Before recalling who his grandparents were, Zhu Fu suddenly realized that they had been speaking a language that he was not familiar with from the beginning until now.

It is a completely different language with different rhythm, pronunciation and arrangement.

But the strange thing is that he actually understood it all and could speak it out naturally.

His mother just said, go back to the home planet.

In other words, they are now on an alien planet.

(Isn’t this a foreign country but an alien planet? What the hell is this place?!)

He lives here and understands the language.

Is this also part of the world setting?

There were two beeps from a car horn downstairs. Si Yin put down the things he was holding. The window opened automatically as he approached. He stuck his head out and said, "Why are you here so early? Didn't you say there was still half an hour left?"

There was some mumbling below, but Zhu Fu couldn't hear clearly because she was too far away.

"Okay, okay, I'll be there right away." Si Yin turned and left, and the window closed again behind him.

He turned around and saw his son had walked up to him at some point, looking at the things in the suitcase.

Inside were Zhu Fu's favorite snacks, toys, and other things. A cross-quadrant interstellar journey would be too long and boring for young children, so they had to be fully prepared.

He ruffled his hair: "Are you ready, little guy?"

The little boy raised his face and looked at him, with a hint of emotion in his eyes that Si Yin found unfamiliar.

It was gone in a flash, like a snowflake, so fast that he thought it was an illusion.

The child hugged his legs and rubbed against them, whispering, "Daddy."

Si Yin bent down: "Hmm?"

Little Zhu Fu reached out and touched the man's cheek. There was a light stubble on his chin.

His eyes are very similar to Zhu Xiyuan's, but because he is young, the lines are softer and his gaze is clearer.

Si Yin will always be softened by these eyes.

The child hesitated for a moment and opened his arms: "Hug me."

Si Yin squatted down and readily embraced the soft little body in his arms. He stroked the back of his round head with his big hand and said with a smile, "What's wrong? Are you suddenly acting like a spoiled child with Daddy?"

Zhu Fu obediently hugged his neck, closed her eyes and said nothing.

This is indeed the smell of my father. Temperature.

These were things that were both familiar to him and yet out of his reach.

One father was holding him and playing with him, while the other father was packing up.

This scene once existed, but it has been so long that the memory has faded and only fragments remain.

He thought, no matter whether this scene was true or false, being able to see his fathers again was precious.

There are so many people who regret, how many of them can start over?

He decided to take a gamble and give it a try.

I was going to die anyway, so it couldn't hurt any more.

*

Following the central control AI that actively welcomed them home and the windows that opened and closed automatically, there was a third thing that told Zhu Fu that they were on an "alien planet" rather than a "foreign country."

Flying car.

It was not much different from the cars in his original world, except that it had no wheels, and instead had some kind of aerodynamics that he couldn't understand anyway.

Beautiful lines, completely silent, retractable, and 100% clean energy...

It's really high-tech.

Zhu Fu—the real one—was born in the Dark Ages. Even if she lived for hundreds of years as an evil god, she would only see humanity enter a primitive technological civilization.

Now, he is in the high-level world.

He could no longer look down on the world, but instead became an ant.

However, no matter how high-end a flying car is, it's still a car, not a large cargo hold. It's a miracle that the one that came to pick them up could fit so much luggage.

The fourth proof that the driver with two heads is an alien.

He... or maybe it was her, one head shook his head as he looked at the trunk that was barely closed, while the other muttered, "You'll have to compensate if it breaks."

Si Yin patted their shoulders: "Don't worry, when have I ever treated you unfairly, huh?"

Si Yin sat in the passenger seat, Zhu Xiyuan and Zhu Fu sat in the back seat, not forgetting to install the child seat.

Accustomed to stirring up trouble as an evil god, Zhu Fu had long forgotten what it felt like to see the world from the perspective of a weak cub.

The car was huge, the trees were tall, the people didn't look like good people, and everything was threatening.

This is why he needs to be protected by his fathers when he grows up.

His father was the same as he remembered, very talkative. He talked the originally unhappy driver into a daze, and he grinned and promised to pick them up at the dock for free next time they came back.

Even Zhu Fu, who was not very clear about the setting of the world here, couldn't help but wonder, when she thought of the huge amount of luggage they packed and the empty home that looked like a newly renovated house when they left, will they really come back?

Why did they leave?

As for his mother, she was as quiet as ever. She placed a computer on her lap, which was thinner and more advanced than Zhu Fu remembered. She stared at the screen with a frown, as if she was working.

Zhu Fu took a glance and saw some complicated drawings.

In this fucking world, he’s a designer?

But why would there be so many things in design that look like chemical formulas?

Since he is only two or three years old, there are many things that cannot be answered directly. Zhu Fu can only try her best to dig out the background of the story through various details and understand the whole picture as quickly as possible.

Si Yin saw from the rearview mirror that his son had a thoughtful look on his face, which looked really cute on such an innocent little face.

He turned around and teased him: "Fuzi doesn't want to leave?"

For Zhu Fu, who had just arrived, everywhere was unfamiliar and she had no desire to leave.

It's a pity that he has to follow the plot setting.

The boy's cat's tail twitched nervously—apparently, not all humans have tails. He wanted to find out more about the origins of this tail—and its face looked dejected. "I want to go home."

Si Yin pinched the tips of his furry ears: "Don't be afraid, home is where the dads are."

He doesn't know, and Zhu Xiyuan in this world won't know either.

Only Zhu Fu knew how much he wanted to cry when he heard these words.

Yes, it doesn’t matter where you go, which planet you are on, or whether you are a human or a cat.

As long as I can be with my dads and grow up again.

He had exchanged and fulfilled the deep, secret and dark wishes for countless people.

This time, it’s my turn to realize it.