Chapter 241 Chapter 241 Xixi held back, and her uncle cried for her...

Yes.

All as expected.

Weicheng holds the little cub.

I was still thinking this in my heart.

He is still different from his younger brother who has completely become a slave to the cubs.

He always had his own plans.

He felt that he was better than Wei Fu in this respect, and his position in the cub's heart was higher than that of the big, big, big bad guy.

All in all, it is true, otherwise he would be the boss.

Weicheng felt that he had found a perfect balance in getting along with the cubs.

Neither will be led by the nose by the cubs.

It's not like they're completely disconnected from the cubs.

Look, how well the degree is controlled.

So Weicheng held the brown furry ball in his arms, turned the photo album over, and prepared to take the cub to look at the contents of the album again.

This little soft thing in my arms.

Normally, this little guy rarely lets him hold him like this.

The main thing is that there is Wei Fu to watch over the cubs on a daily basis, and there is also Wei Cui during inspections.

Even though the cub thinks Weicui is a very bad guy, he can't be vague when it comes to checking him out.

On the contrary, he was busy before and did not provide much help to the little guy's physical and mental health. He usually just watched from the side.

But it doesn't matter.

The three brothers are actually quite different in age.

Weicheng is also used to being the eldest brother and taking care of his two younger brothers.

Now I just have a little nephew to protect.

“This photo was taken a long time ago.”

Weicheng said.

Turn the pages for the little one.

The first page looked very old, a photo with slightly faded colors.

There was only one person on it, who looked to be only six or seven years old.

His amber pupils stared at the camera, and even at such a young age he naturally had a cold and distant demeanor.

Like a small moving iceberg.

Because the people in the photos are too young and their facial features are relatively soft, they just look familiar.

Feng Xi looked down at the photo, then looked up at the dangerous city, then looked down at the photo again, then looked up at the dangerous city again.

The little look of disbelief made Wei Cheng laugh.

"Is this a photo from a long time ago?"

Boss Wei, who was usually very indifferent, held the cub in his arms gently, with a smile on his face, and asked the cub to hold the photo and compare it with him.

Feng Xi was stunned.

"Little uncle."

He spoke softly, looking at the photo again.

"What about Dad?"

"Your father? That kid isn't even born yet."

Weicheng said.

The little phoenix was dressed up as a little golden eagle by his selfish old father. At this moment, the little guy was still uneasy sitting on his lap. Perhaps it was because the golden eagle's tail feathers supported by cotton on his butt made him uncomfortable. He struggled for a while. The little guy, who had a bad temper to begin with, turned back angrily, stared at the plush tail feathers, stretched out his hands, and tried to grab the few clusters of tail feathers that were in the way and hold them in his arms.

The advantages of this kind of pajamas are obvious: cute and warm.

The disadvantages are also very obvious. Because it is very thick, it is a bit clumsy. In addition, the decorations on the body will be very inconvenient during certain actions, such as when sitting down.

Wei Cheng watched as the little guy angrily hugged his "tail" in his arms, and the ball of tail hair successfully filled the little guy's arms.

Then look up at him again.

Damn it.

Weicheng looked at it for a long time without being able to take his eyes off it.

Staring at the golden eagle hair on the little guy's head and the little tail he was holding in his arms.

Weicheng looked away with difficulty.

He held the cub a little tighter.

Ah——that guy is still live streaming, right?

It doesn’t matter, just live broadcast for a while longer, he will help him take care of the children anyway.

"Okay, let's look at the next one—this one was when uncle was in school."

"go to school?"

The cub tilted its little head, seeming to understand something.

He was too young and no one had ever told him anything about this.

"Go to school. When Xixi is twelve years old, her mental strength will be almost developed. Then she will have to learn how to control her mental strength."

Weicheng turned the pages and spoke to the cub.

"Will they also learn how to breathe fire from Xixi?"

Xiao Fengxi became interested and asked while leaning over the table.

Dangerous City: ...

Wei Cheng didn't know how to explain for a moment. In fact, the Feather Clan cannot breathe fire. It is you who has to be able to breathe fire.

It's like a small lighter.

But you can't tell this to the little one.

Who knows if I will cry after I finish speaking.

He is different from his two younger brothers.

He wouldn't make the little one cry and then comfort him.

He continued turning the pages.

"By this time, I, your uncle, had already finished my studies and graduated. Your second uncle was born not long ago. Look, he's so ugly."

In the photo, a little boy of two or three years old is sitting in the mud with a confused look on his face. Next to him, Wei Cheng, who looks very similar to the present, can't help laughing and is no longer as serious as before.

In the background, another pair of man and woman, who were both strange and familiar to the little guy, stood aside. The man was smiling gently, and the woman looked a little exasperated, wanting to pull Wei Cui out of the mud.

These are countless days of peace and harmony.

It is also the most desirable ordinary daily life.

"And then—your father was born. You really are a bit like him when he was a child. He also has a bad temper."

Weicheng spoke bit by bit, flipping through the photo album.

The album is almost finished.

In the photos, grandparents rarely appear. When they appear, although they are smiling, there is always some worry in their eyes.

That was when the Zerg began to show their aggressive nature.

All combat forces were urgently trained to fight against the invasion of this race of unknown origin.

The planets in the interstellar space were being constantly devoured. At that time, Weicheng had just reached adulthood, Weicui was still a half-grown child, and Weifu had the least impression of his parents because they had "died" from parasitic insect eggs when he was still very young.

Weicheng's voice was neither hurried nor slow.

Like telling a story—

He talked about the small building with a white picket fence during his childhood, with sparse orange sunflowers leaning against the railings. His parents were arguing, and his mother was complaining to his father that he had not planted the flowers well, so the promised sea of ​​flowers ended up in this dog-eaten state.

Talking about the uncles and aunts who lived around before everything happened.

At that time, there was a family that was very good at studying food.

"One day, after the grade assessment, we gathered until midnight. The night shops were closing up, and white smoke was already coming out of the neighbor's uncle's house. Occasionally, there was the sound of chopping vegetables. We seemed to be going to sleep, but everything seemed to have just woken up."

That kind of beauty is hard to feel now.

Everything that happened decades ago seemed to cast a shadow over everyone. The harmonious Feathered Clan fell apart and scattered across the stars.

"Is it tasty?"

The cub asked, clinging to his arm.

Weicheng smiled.

"tasty."

He looked out the window. Although he couldn't see the seventh planet yet, he was getting closer and closer to the cemetery star orbiting the seventh planet.

Having been independent for a long time, and even raising two younger brothers, Wei Cheng couldn't explain how he felt now.

His fingers gently stroked the faces of the couple in the photo, who looked very young.

It seems like he is reminiscing about his carefree childhood days.

Although he was the eldest son at that time, he was also the little eagle that his parents cared about.

Including him, the half-grown children were well protected by their parents.

His parents are the best.

All the kids were secretly arguing with each other behind the scenes.

Later on——

Calls came to their home one after another.

The parasitism of the insect eggs came too suddenly.

Too many members of the tribe fell into eternal sleep without even leaving behind their 'last words'.

Everything started to become more silent.

The half-grown child followed his parents' example and raised his two younger brothers, but the smile on his face never returned.

Although he is called a little iceberg, he actually seemed to be better when he was a child.

He can't cry.

He is the eldest son, and he has to hold up the sky after his parents fall.

That's how it happened.

"This is grandpa, this is grandma. Don't be afraid when the time comes. Grandpa and grandma are just asleep."

Xiao Fengxi tilted her little head and kept looking at her uncle, her big golden eyes blinking again and again.

He watched Weicheng's movements and suddenly tried to get up.

"Uncle."

"Um?"

I saw the little guy rummaging in the big pocket of his pajamas.

Suddenly he took out two small handles.

He seemed to have made a decision, and this decision was very difficult for the cub, but he still said it.

"Let's play a game together!"

"Um??"

Weicheng didn't react.

But the little guy urged him to pick up the handle.

I also opened the anti-Zerg game that the little guy was unwilling to play again after being frustrated.

The little guy seems to dislike bugs very much. After his aircraft was bitten by the Zerg last time, he kept muttering "bad bugs, bad bugs". It is rare that he is willing to take the initiative to play this game and even take him to play together.

But what is the connection—?

Weicheng couldn't understand the cause and effect relationship in the cub's mind.

Why do you want to play this game all of a sudden?

And if the little one loses, he will definitely cry.

Weicheng is very vigilant.

"Otherwise, let's not play anymore, shall we? Let's play something else."

But the little guy looked at his uncle who stopped playing games as soon as he saw him, then looked at the screen. His little body trembled, and the brown furry ball said seriously: "No, I want to play, and uncle wants to play with me too!"

Obviously, I don't really want to play.

Could it be that the little guy noticed that something was wrong with his mood?

Weicheng spends the most time with his parents.

So every time he returned to the vicinity of the seventh planet, his mood was always the lowest.

But as he said, he also has to take care of his two younger brothers and doesn't have much time to be sentimental.

And it has been so long, time is the best medicine to dilute everything.

He didn't feel like he was still the little boy who hid in his quilt and cried at night decades ago.

But looking at the cub's persistence.

Wei Cheng's eyes softened, and he agreed to the little guy's wishes.

Okay.

Spend some time with the little guy, and by the time the fight is over, we should be there.

The photo album was put aside carefully.

The half-cup of cold coffee was also pushed away.

The cub tried very hard to pull his little hands out of his brown plush pajamas.

"bring it on!"

The other side.

On the seventh planet.

The Yu Clan who still lived here also received the news that the Wei family was returning.

Similarly, they also received relevant information on the Internet, as well as the information that Chen Qing had specifically shown them before.

Although Jing Yun is considered a very paranoid person in the Feather Clan, generally speaking, most of the Feather Clan have some post-traumatic stress disorder due to the four words "unknown origin".

Elder Gu did not return with them. News came that he was going to visit the elders who had left the Seventh Planet early.

The Feathered Clan, who are still living in the seventh week of the solar system, have sent representatives.

People haven't arrived yet, so they don't know the actual situation of the cubs at this moment.

Elder Gu did not explain it to them in detail, but just said that the cub must be registered under the name of the Wei family and must come back to recognize him.

"This is a joke."

"I also thought it was just a joke on Starnet. Those people from the Wei family don't seem to be the type to be so tactless."

"This is too strange. And what about Jing Yun? Did the elders persuade Jing Yun to stop? What happened? Why has he been so secretive lately? As members of the Feather Clan, we have to rely on others to tell us the news."

"That's true. If that little anchor hadn't caused such a stir, we probably wouldn't have known what the Wei brothers were up to. Elder Gu is really indulgent."

A group of people gathered together, all feeling a little anxious about this matter.

"no."

Someone stood up.

"They're going to Cemetery Planet first. I have to go and take a look."

"Meet them in advance?"

Someone raised an eyebrow.

"I still have relatives on Cemetery Star. They are not from the Wei family. This is simply nonsense. How can we let them do this? I have to go and keep an eye on them. I have to watch them and feel at ease."

"Okay, I'll go too. It just so happens that Jing Yun is here too. I've been looking for him for a long time. Back then, Kong Fan from Kong Jiao's family bit my cub and seriously injured it. There's still a scar on his face. When he was little, he cried and asked me why the scar wouldn't go away. It makes me angry every time I think about it. It's a good thing Kong Jiao and the others ran away quickly, otherwise I would have dealt with them. But Jing Yun is so good."

Someone also slammed the table and stood up.

"He's even letting Kong Jiao and Kong Fan continue to enjoy his influence and the power of the Feather Clan. I'd like to ask, is this guy relying on his age and crazy personality to think that no one dares to mess with him? I won't tolerate his bad habits."

"I want to go check it out too. I heard that my two little ones were almost attacked by Kong Fan, and it was Jing Yun who brought them there. I have to go check it out. My wife and kids are still there."

"Okay, then I'll go check it out too. Coincidentally, our Yuan Songquan is back too, and he said that the data cub is really cute. I'll go check it out."

It’s not really cute, what’s going on.

All the Feathered Tribe members thought so in their hearts.

Soon, the Feather Clan who were preparing to go to the Cemetery Star boarded the airship and prepared to set off.

On the airship.

Feng Xi's game with his uncle continues.

Wei Fu continued to work in the live broadcast room, occasionally checking on the cubs.

Su Que's training is not over yet.

Wei Cui is arranging for Fina to undergo further prenatal checkups.

"Aunt Fina, don't worry. Your cub is indeed in good condition."

Wei Cui said, telling Fina not to be nervous.

"According to the Feather Tribe's gestation period, he will be born in two or three months. However, just like Xixi, he may be weak when he comes out and will need to stay in the soaking pool for a while."

"good."

Fina was wearing loose clothes at the moment and stroking her lower abdomen.

When she decided to undergo parasite egg removal, she never imagined that this day would come.

She looked towards the lounge in the distance again.

Jingyun was sitting over there.

The cub in the belly seems to dislike its father very much.

Every time Jing Yun approached, she protested with her mental strength and tried to take her mother to find Xiao Fengxi.

The little guy's mental power is sometimes very active, and you can feel the emotions he expresses.

He liked Feng Xi very much, probably because he had been asking for help for too long and only Feng Xi responded to his request.

As a result, Xiao Fengxi simply avoided Jing Yun and was unwilling to pay any attention to him, which led to the little cub in her belly also adopting the same attitude towards Jing Yun.

Fina was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

Sometimes I can't help but feel guilty, but I don't know how to resolve the situation.

But it doesn't matter.

Take your time.

Fina turned and walked into the examination room.

The other side.

In the lounge.

Jing Yun sat on the sofa, looking hesitantly at the two little peacocks in front of him.

The two little ones arrived just now.

They are only five or six years old, very mischievous and lively.

Moreover, the twins seemed to have a special understanding with each other, talking to each other.

"grandfather."

"What’s wrong with you?"

"Don't you like coffee?"

"I found out from my grandma."

“Grandpa drinks coffee every day.”

Same cup of coffee.

It was placed steaming hot in front of Jingyun.

Jing Yun was silent, as if he wanted to say something.

But the two little ones, one in front and one behind, continued to speak.

“This is us.”

"Specially studying."

“Handmade.”

"Grandpa Jing doesn't like it?"

"It's going to be very sad."

“It’s very sad.”

The two little peacocks are mean at heart, but actually they have two innocent angelic faces.

In addition, following Su Que all day long, he sometimes seems dull and brainless.

But when it comes to bad ideas, they act quickly.

And because they have some peacock characteristics, they are simply two flamboyant little actors.

Not to mention what this sudden attentive attitude represents in the coffee.

Just say——

Jing Yun picked up the coffee cup with difficulty.

He took a spoon and stirred it a bit.

Well, it's hard to stir.

There's something in there—

If you scoop up a spoonful and take a look, you can see that there is a lot of unmelted stuff at the bottom of the coffee cup.

In short, it doesn't look like sugar. The whole cup of coffee seems to emit an ominous smell that makes people afraid to touch it, and the spoon seems to be about to melt.

Jing Yun: ...

"Is this what you prepared?"

Jing Yun tried to remain calm and smiled at the cub.

He knew he was in the wrong.

Sometimes it’s okay to be bothered by these little troubles.

But what is this?!

ah? !

Does he look that foolish?!

"Yes."

"Grandpa Jing."

“It’s sugar.”

“It’s not medicine.”

Hehehe…hehe…

Jing Yun's hand holding the cup trembled, and he put it aside silently.

"Do I look that foolish?"

"yes!"

"If not."

"Why did Grandpa Jing go looking for trouble with Xixi?"

"Xixi called me brother!"

Brother wants to vent Xixi's anger, brother wants to protect Xixi! Who made Xixi call me brother! The two little peacocks are so happy that they want to spread their tails.

Kong Li had just finished saying this.

Kong Fen, who had just been walking in front of and behind him, looked over.

"Xixi is calling me brother."

"Call me."

“Call me!!”

The two little ones who had just been in sync started quarreling again very naturally.

Jing Yun looked at the cup of coffee with added ingredients and stirred the unknown medicine that had not melted at all. Even though he was mentally prepared, he still couldn't drink it in the end.

If it really doesn't work -

Jing Yun thought in a daze.

Otherwise I'll go kowtow to that kid.

What kind of grandfather am I?

Can I recognize him as my ancestor?

The two little peacocks continued to quarrel, and Jing Yun looked at the cup of coffee in silence.

And this side.

Feng Xi was almost done playing the game with Wei Cheng.

The little guy is a little better than the first time he played this game.

Also, he had watched Wei Fu play before, so he had some understanding of the process. In addition, his instinctive dislike for the Zerg made him more flexible in dodging.

But after all, he is still young, has short fingers, and doesn't have much experience. He is also a clumsy guy who has just been exposed to these things for a short time.

Not long after, the little guy's aircraft was bitten to pieces by the Zerg.

Weicheng only heard the bad-tempered little guy whimpering, as if he was about to roll over in anger.

"Bad bug, bad bug—"

I was about to cry with anger.

However, things are progressing smoothly in Weicheng.

Yes, by the way.

Although Wei Fu was the one who played the most games among the three brothers of the Wei family, Wei Cheng, as the eldest son who raised two younger brothers, had paid special attention to his younger brothers' preferences when they were young.

It can be said that Wei Fu is good at playing this type of mini-game, and Wei Cheng is not much behind.

The cub turned around and watched his uncle, who he thought was as weak as himself, overcome all obstacles and defeat all enemies.

Kill those Zergs one by one.

The plush ball was stunned, staring blankly at the handle, as if his plan was disrupted. The plush hair on his pajamas drooped limply, and the snacks next to him no longer attracted his attention.

Weicheng saw that the little cub was about to shed tears.

He has become accustomed to this bad-tempered little crybaby who cries at the drop of a hat.

When I feel a little emotional, I want to cry and even cry and complain in a baby voice.

So why do you have to play?

Weicheng was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

He quickly finished the game in his hand and reached out to pinch the little cub's cheek.

He also saw on the cub's screen that the little fellow's aircraft had been gnawed to pieces, and the bug appeared face-to-face on the screen, with a kind of mocking malice.

For little ones, this kind of thing is really scary.

Weicheng prepared to coax people according to his own steps.

But he heard the cub's muffled voice, choked with tears, pointing at his screen, looking pitiful.

"Uncle is lying."

Liar?

"Why did uncle lie?"

"Uncle said he can't play games."

Feng Xi seemed to be extremely aggrieved. He tilted his little head back, and his big golden eyes were like two clear springs.

"Uncle is obviously having a great time."

Uncle is lying!

Those eyes seemed to tell Weicheng that he had deceived Xixi's sincere feelings.

"Uncle just doesn't know how to play the games in the virtual warehouse now."

Weicheng has a headache.

"Those battlefield games still have to be played by your father. Uncle can only watch, but he can still reluctantly play this kind of game."

Did this little guy get humiliated by his father and come here to attack him?

This thought flashed through my mind.

How can it be so bad?

So cute when bad.

Do you still think you can get back at him? Do you plan to comfort him after you win?

Like this little guy's style.

Maybe he should just give the little guy some slack and let him have his way?

But even if it's just a game, Weicheng really doesn't want the Zerg to be proud.

"Or let's play something else."

Wei Fu called up the game database, ready to find something relaxing to give the little guy some time and make him feel better.

Anyway, it's just to coax the children.

He had expected this.

It's okay, he can.

He is fully capable of doing the job.

Wei Cheng said this and took a tissue to wipe the little guy's tears.

But the poor little guy, feeling cheated, held back his tears.

He also refused his uncle's attempt to wipe his tears, and just tilted his head back, holding back his tears.

Wei Cheng looked curiously.

What is this for?

And it’s really strange, this little crybaby actually managed to hold back his tears?

Or are you still not allowed to be coaxed?

Dangerous City is funny.

It's really hard to guess what the little cub is thinking.

"Okay, okay—let's play something else—"

"That can't be helped."

The cub held his mouth and spoke in a muffled voice.

Um?

Weicheng failed to react.

"Uncle didn't lose the game, but Xixi did. Xixi tried not to cry, but uncle cried for Xixi."

What's the meaning?

Weicheng stared blankly at the furry ball who was holding back his tears.

The plush ball took the photo album and turned it to the side with his grandparents.

"Didn't uncle say he couldn't cry? It doesn't matter. Xixi can cry, uncle can cry for Xixi. This is because we lost the game, not because of grandpa and grandma. Uncle is still a strong uncle."

Cry.

Who helped my uncle pass the level?

Xixi, please be patient.

This time I'll let my uncle do the crying.

The moment you figure out what this little guy is thinking.

Wei Cheng's heart was in turmoil, and he felt it was a bit absurd.

Is that what he understood?

Decades later, the little guy noticed his emotions and tried to help him release them.

Or was it just his imagination? Did he misunderstand?

Does this little thing really know what it's talking about?

Cry for him?

He said that he was the eldest son and he couldn't cry, and the little guy remembered it.

What? Do you think his gaming skills are weak? If they lose, will the uncle and nephew hug each other and cry together?

Xixi lost, and this time uncle cried for Xixi. Uncle is still a strong uncle.

What a childish assumption.

Weicheng looked at the smiles of the parents in the photo, as well as the serious expression of the baby holding the photo. Little Fengxi seemed to be trying very hard not to cry.

He's obviously a kid who cries so easily.

Weicheng certainly couldn't cry, he just smiled and touched the little guy's head.

"What the hell are you?"

"Uncle is fine, there's no need to cry. I can't always rely on a little kid like you, right? I've always been a strong uncle."

Weicheng was still laughing. He touched the little guy's head, and as he touched it, his voice gradually became lower.

After his parents passed away, many people comforted him, and his younger brothers were also very easy to take care of and obedient.

Life is not that difficult.

He has always been regarded by others as a leader who can hold up the sky of this generation.

He has been calm, composed and serious since he was a child, and he has always been strong.

He didn't think that way either... Mom and Dad.

He didn't spend the night thinking about the fact that he no longer had a father or a mother.

The little cub, holding back his tears, followed his example, holding a handkerchief, a small fluffy ball, propped up on his knees, and tried to wipe the corners of his eyes.

ah……

Wei Cheng was thinking, and his vision unexpectedly began to blur. He closed his eyes and waited - he was a little weak.

Maybe it won’t work. Weicheng held this bad-tempered, stupid little crybaby in his arms as if he were holding a treasure.

He said he had his own arrangements, but it seemed as if he really had no arrangements.