Chapter 44 Can I

Zhuo Can was so excited that he took out his cell phone to find a photo of employees in the album and pointed out to Mian Li which one was Vice President Jiang.

After saying that, he also looked at the photo. There were so many people standing together, and the good-looking people were more conspicuous than others.

Not to mention the magnified details of his facial features, Jiang's skin is more than one shade whiter than others, and he is always envied by the girls in the office.

He looked at Lu Song, who was sitting next to Jiang Xiao and was also a handsome man.

And then find yourself among the crowd... well, that's not bad, right?

Beauty is indeed a scarce treasure.

Zhuo Can sighed, not noticing the change in the little boy's expression.

Mian Li's heart was in turmoil.

...This is different from what we agreed.

The secret to children staying happier than adults is that they can easily control themselves from thinking about troubles and focus on happiness.

To put it in a more profound way, it is called living in the present moment. To put it bluntly, it means that your attention is easily distracted.

After several days of worrying about the farewell that Mianli had planned for Father God, he felt that just being upset was not a solution.

The god cubs who were forced to separate made the same choice as all the human cubs who were punished by their parents to put away their toys: drag them away.

Since Father God hasn’t given a deadline, let’s just continue to be happy.

Mianli thought that the Father God would return to the temple after his appearance, but he never expected that the latter would continue to stay in the human world.

Not only did they remain among men, but they also lay in ambush beside Him.

Not only is he by her side, but he is also so close to Cancan.

The most important thing:

——I also ate the little cake I made myself!

When he was younger, Mianli also made small gifts with the help of Oliel.

Whether it’s food, toys, or anything else, it all has to be given to God the Father.

At that time, He was ignorant and did not know the difference between God the Father and an ordinary father. He was full of joy and took his first steps through the holy pillars and the ladder to heaven.

He was far below the throne, so he stood on tiptoe as high as he could beside it, wanting the Father, whom he rarely saw, to see his loving gift and his young thoughts.

God the Father looked at Him, His blue eyes like an icy sea.

What happened after that could not be described as "good" in any way.

The little god doesn't want to remember.

Zhuo Can was still praising how popular the cakes he made were in the office when Mian Li interrupted him.

"Cancan," Mianli said, "Can I take a look?"

When He spoke these words, His clear brown eyes were still, not like those of a child.

Zhuo Can was confused by the irrelevant question, and then he realized that the little fairy wanted to read his mind.

Zhuo Can had witnessed Mian Li's ability when they first met, which was another powerful proof that the young child was truly a god.

At that time, they had neither understanding nor trust in each other. The young God was a complete stranger to him, but as long as God pointed at him casually, he would be completely transparent to Him.

It is offensive enough to have your privacy pried into by ordinary people, let alone putting yourself under a natural detector.

Now, everything is different.

Zhuo Can hesitated for a while, considering whether to show such profound adult emotions to children.

But the expression on the little god's face concerned him even more.

It's as if I need to find a lifeline from his memories.

Zhuo Can parked the car on the side of the road, opened his arms, suppressed the inexplicable tension in his heart, closed his eyes and said righteously: "——Come on!"

Mian Li lost many of his abilities, not including the ability to read minds.

He stretched out his little hand and covered Zhuo Can's face. The light golden light carried memories like flowing water, flowing gently, washing away the two hearts, each with different depressions.

*

In Mianli's impression, God the Father is always cold.

God the Father is very busy. He is busy controlling the world, busy saving all living beings, and busy creating the world.

His schedule was always packed and he was so busy that he had no time to be a father.

What Mianli remembers most is the back of his Father.

God looked at Him calmly and said, “Not now.”

He waved his hand to ask Oriel or other messengers to take Him back, and then returned to the throne.

At first, the child always cried and made a fuss. Although he had no strength to break free from the arms of an adult, he kicked and bit to escape from the arms of the messenger and wanted to return to the Father.

God the Father would not even raise His head in response to His heart-wrenching cries.

Later, Mianli grew up a little and learned his lesson.

With Father God, neither acting coquettishly nor throwing tantrums will work.

All He could do was to cherish every moment He could spend with God the Father.

Look up at God the Father and remember His appearance.

It is clearly a beauty unparalleled in the world, but it is always inorganic and cold.

The Creator God never has "emotions".

But in Zhuo Can's memory, Jiang Xiao was not like this.

Although he still didn't smile, he wore a suit instead of a robe, was addressed as "Mr. Jiang" instead of "Your Majesty," and signed financial statements instead of approvals for new species.

Whatever I do, or how I talk to others, it's like I'm learning to be a human being and stepping down from the altar.

Or maybe not "seemingly".

God the Father really left the temple and came to the world from the clouds.

Especially at the end of Zhuo Can's memory, Father God took Zhuo Can's mobile phone and looked through countless photos of Mian Li.

There are little children sleeping;

Some people play and roll around with cats;

Some were held high in the sun by Lu Song;

There are those dressed as cute little angels on Qi Rui and Xiao Hui’s wedding day;

Some took photos holding hands with Jia Jia;

…

Every single picture was extremely vivid, and one could see the joy that was beyond words even through the phone, which was completely different from the lonely young god in another world.

God did not speak. From Zhuo Can's perspective, he saw that His long eyelashes covered all emotions.

Zhuo Can didn't notice, so Mian Li wouldn't notice at this moment that after Jiang Xiao looked at all the photos, he returned to one and stayed there for several seconds.

God gently stroked the sleeping face of the child on the screen with the tip of his index finger.

As light as falling snow.

The little god thought he had seen everything and wondered with some confusion, why did Father God do all this?

For yourself?

To take myself away from this world... eh?

Mianli doesn't understand.

Isn't it good here?

It was clear that Father God was feeling differently relaxed here as well.

Why, why do you have to leave?

*

After reading Zhuo Can's mental journey, Mian Li was thinking about the Father God and didn't pay any attention to the problems between Zhuo Can and Lu Song.

Zhuo Can waited anxiously for a while for Kamisama to comment, and then calmly.

Well, what kind of life advice can we expect from such a young child?

Moreover, after he finished playing his memories, he felt as if he had told someone his secrets and felt much more relaxed.

He got back on his bike and asked in the somewhat gloomy summer evening breeze, "What do you want to eat tonight? Banana cheese pancakes or spicy fried kidney noodles?"

In fact, you don’t need to ask to know that Mian Li will definitely choose the former, and the latter is the dinner he ordered for himself.

Unfortunately, Zhuo Can's relief did not last long.

He parked his electric scooter downstairs, picked up the little fairy and put him into the elevator. When he opened the door, he saw the face he had just parted with not long ago.

Lu Song raised her head, her cheeks slightly flushed from the heat in the corridor, but she immediately smiled when she saw him: "You're back."

Zhuo Can was caught off guard: "..."

But Mian Li's eyes lit up when he saw him: "Lulu!"

Of course, Lu Song had no idea why he became as busy as a top after the board of directors parachuted in Vice President Jiang.

But he hadn't seen Mian Xiaoli for a long time, so he picked her up and lifted her up high and spun her around.

The child immediately forgot about the Father's worries.

Zhuo Can wanted to sigh: "Why did you come here so suddenly without telling me?"

He was in a mess now and was not in a good mood to receive Lu Song, the source of the trouble.

Lu Song put Mian Li on the ground: "Xiao Li, can you go home first? Let me borrow your Can Can."

He looked at Zhuo Can again: "I have something to tell you."

Mianli came over as usual to hold Zhuocan's hand. Now, one on the left and one on the right, they connected two adults with different thoughts.

The boy looked up at this and that, then said generously, "Okay. Then hurry up."

Lu Song touched the little curly hair.

Zhuo Can opened the door and let the child go in first.

After confirming that Mian Li had returned to her room, he left the door ajar, took a deep breath, calmed his pounding heart, and pretended to be fine: "How come you're free tonight?"

"Because I feel I need to come to you."

"What are you looking for me for..."

"Are you sure you want to do this here?" Lu Song had a teasing smile in his eyes, "It seems a bit too sloppy."

Zhuo Can's nerves tensed up because of his joking tone, and he avoided looking at her: "My family is pretty good."

"You know that's not what I meant." Lu Song's tone softened. "I just want to go to a quieter place. Even in the car. It's not good here."

He signaled with his eyes to the little guy who was still inside.

When it comes to the sleeping ceremony, Zhuo Can feels more confident.

"You go back first." He shook his head. "It's getting late. Lili will be going to bed soon. He needs milk before bed. I have to go back and make him some."

In fact, it wasn’t even dinner time yet.

Lu Song didn't care about his made-up excuse: "I can wait for you."

"Tonight is not suitable." Zhuo Can finally looked up at him and shook his head gently but firmly. "Do you understand what I mean?"

Lu Song looked deeply into his eyes: "Okay. Then I'll go first."

"……Um."

"But you have to understand," Lu Song said, "even if it's not today or tomorrow, there will be a day."

Zhuo Can nodded randomly.

He must have understood something, Zhuo Can thought.

But Zhuo Can himself didn't know what he should understand.

*

After watching Zhuo Can's elevator reach the first floor, Zhuo Can returned home and slid down exhaustedly against the door panel.

Something is wrong.

Nothing is right.

Something was going against his expectations and running wildly in the direction of derailment.

Does he dare to take a step forward?

What are the consequences of taking this step?

Is there any room for regret?

Who will tell him?

He held his head, regretting that he was not born smarter, otherwise he would not have to be in such a mess here.

Just as he was banging his head in frustration, a small shadow was cast under the living room lamp.

Mianli hid behind the wall and peeked at him. Although she tried her best to bend her body and thought she was hiding well, she was actually exposed long ago.

Is this hide and seek?

Zhuo Can was originally upset, but he couldn't help but smile: "Kamisama, I see you."

After a rustling sound, the small figure slowly walked into the light.

Mianli tilted her head, put her hands behind her back, and looked at him seriously.

Zhuo Can stretched out his hand and called him softly: "Li Li, come here."

Mian Li slowly approached him, like a frame in an old cartoon.

Like a little puppet.

The moment the adult's arm touched Him, He turned into marshmallow again, automatically disintegrating in his arms in a sticky state.

"Look, why are we all unhappy today?" Zhuo Can stroked his little curly hair and said softly.

He talked to himself and did not expect an answer.

Mianli lay quietly in his arms, a small ball, very warm.

Maybe feelings are just such strange and unreasonable things.

Just like he had only met Mianli for a few months and they had no blood relationship, this love had long gone beyond ordinary family affection.

Mianli lay in his arms, listening to the human's heartbeat.

Knock knock.

Knock knock.

That is a heartbeat that gods do not possess, a heartbeat that only living beings in this world possess.

He raised his little face and asked quietly, "Is it bad luck?"

Mianli had heard Zhuocan complain about the word "unlucky" many times.

Many times, if we can attribute the work that is not done well, the problems that cannot be overcome, and the bad things that happen to us to bad luck instead of doubting our own abilities, this mentality will be more conducive to our endurance.

Zhuo Can lowered his head and touched his soft cheek: "Yeah, maybe it's just bad luck."

But there was also luck.

My greatest luck is meeting you.

*

On Saturday, Zhuo Can came as scheduled and brought Mian Li to Qi Rui's place.

After having a big meal outside at noon, Zhuo Can and Qi Rui came back and sat on the sofa playing the newly bought games.

Xiaohui took Mianli and the cats to the park to play in the afternoon. They came back in the evening and started baking snacks for dinner.

After dinner, the family cleaned together.

Although it is called cleaning, it is actually basically physical work for two men.

Qi Rui mops the floor and hangs clothes, Zhuo Can washes dishes and cleans windows, and Xiaohui is only responsible for supervising.

What about the sleeping ceremony?

Mian Li flew around the room on a broom.

Although he himself can no longer fly, he can still make other things float in the air - this is a loophole that was discovered recently.

However, this kind of flying is very tiring. The little fairy is delicate and is too lazy to even walk, let alone fly.

After a while, it could no longer fly and had to find a place to land.

Where is the right place? Mian Li walked around looking for it.

Zhuo Can was kneeling on the sofa picking up cat hair, and he suddenly appeared out of nowhere and almost knocked the people below unconscious.

Xiao Huifu recorded this scene in her heart, and Qi Rui laughed immorally beside her.

Qi Rui is Zhuo Can's best friend since childhood.

He always felt fortunate that no matter whether the other party had a girlfriend or was married, and no matter whether he was single or had a baby, it seemed to make no difference; their friendship had never changed.

Being with friends is the best way for him to relax.

He fell on the sofa to rest, still feeling that the whole room, from the chandelier to the ceiling, was spinning.

He wondered dizzily, why is Lu Song different?

Whenever Qi Rui told him during his school days that he had a girl he liked, or later when he was sincerely together with Xiaohui, Zhuo Can was always happy for him and gave him the most sincere blessings.

Then why couldn't Lu Song treat Jiang Xiao normally when he saw him next to him?

What is the difference between Lu Song and Qi Rui to him?

The villains with different opinions in my mind were fighting, and suddenly I felt a tingling sensation in my waist.

I took it out and saw that it was my cell phone ringing.

...What you fear will come to you.

This is a message from Lu Song:

Are you free tonight? If you have something to do, a later date is fine.

I can wait.

But I don’t want to wait any longer.]

The address is also included.

This passage is like a tongue twister, and outsiders will definitely not understand it.

But as Zhuo Can watched, his heart started beating wildly.

He sat up suddenly, feeling dizzy again.

Xiaohui asked, "Are you okay?"

Zhuo Can shook his head and nodded: "What time is it now?"

Qi Rui said, "It's half past nine. What's up, Can'er?"

Zhuo Can rubbed his eyes to clear his mind: "Where's my baby?"

Qi Rui looked at him doubtfully, but still brought the baby and the cat over: "Your cub is here."

Mianli hugged Zhizhi, shook his short legs, and imitated Qirui's accent: "What's wrong, Can'er?"

Zhuo Can: "...There's no need to learn this."

Zhuo Can squatted in front of Mian Li and squeezed his little face together: "Kamisama, I have a request."

Kamisama, with a pouty face, said with difficulty in the gap: "Ni, Ni."

Zhuo Can said seriously: "You can sleep at Ruirui's house tonight, okay? I'll pick you up tomorrow."

Mianli blinked.

He actually likes staying at Qi Rui's house and sleeping with the cats.

But why the sudden change of itinerary?

Zhuo Can had nowhere to hide from the innocent gaze that knew nothing about the world, and he covered his eyes in fear.

"...Please don't read my mind at a time like this, Lord God."

Because now even I can’t understand my own heart.

The author has something to say:

You can't forget about etiquette when you're in a relationship;_;