Chapter 60 The Battlefield Between the Little Bird and the Little Dragon
The train recently returned to Pinocchio to refuel, and Himeko was entrusted to send Tingyun, whom Ruan Mei had rescued, back to Luofu.
Since the train would be stopping in Pinocchio for a while, Tingyun volunteered to go for a stroll in Pinocchio.
The Trailblazers and March 7th enthusiastically accompanied Tingyun on a stroll around Pinocchio. □□ accompanied them, while you stayed behind on the train due to your special physical condition, and were taken care of by Danheng and Himeko.
This time, the impact of memory loss on you has lessened considerably, and it no longer causes you the same splitting headaches as before.
Danheng has now become your personal bodyguard, following you every step of the way to prevent anything from happening to you.
You and Danheng either stay in the think tank organizing data or sit in the observation car reading books and newspapers.
Having indulged too much recently, Danheng has decided to abstain from sex for a few days. Furthermore, you are weakened by the effects of the memory, so he has simply held you quietly while you slept these past few days, without engaging in any inappropriate behavior.
That day, you and Danheng were in the think tank organizing the Pinocchio Customs Records when Himeko knocked on the door of the think tank.
The elegant navigator smiled and explained the purpose of our visit, saying that a new guest had arrived on the train and invited us to go and see him.
You and Danheng exchanged a glance, then followed behind Himeko, one after the other.
As soon as you enter the observation car, you can hear the Pioneers and March 7th chatting quietly.
Near the platform, there is a man dressed in blue and white clothes. He is facing away from you, so you can't see his face.
"Everyone is here. Let me introduce you. This is Sunday, the former head of the Pinocchio Oak family."
The man introduced himself to you, saying that he wanted to board the train on Sunday and travel with you for a while.
Sunday, dressed in blue and white, gracefully turned around to explain her purpose to you.
"Hello everyone, this is Sunday. I met you all in Pinocchio before, and there was a bit of an unpleasantness. Please forgive me."
Sunday was exceptionally handsome, with a pair of small wings growing behind his ears that fluttered with his movements. He also had a magnetic levitation halo behind his head, making him both handsome and dashing. Even in ordinary traveler's attire, his aristocratic air was undeniable.
Himeko thoughtfully explained to you, who were unaware of the details, what had happened at Pinocchio.
From her words, you learn that Sunday was previously manipulated by the dream master, who sacrificed himself to usurp the power of harmony and create a dream paradise for the general public in order to create an ideal paradise.
Unfortunately, his ideas were too ambitious and unrealistic, and he ultimately failed and became a prisoner.
On Sunday, he claimed that he had thought a lot since being imprisoned and that he did not intend to give up his ideals.
Before letting him go, the company executive told him, "Go to the earth and see what the world is really like."
Coincidentally, he met [name omitted] during his farewell trip to Pinocchio, which sparked his idea to visit Xinghai.
His words were sincere and moving, instantly making you empathize with him.
You were once released from prison and decided to heal your wounds through travel.
You traveled all over the country, enduring wind and rain, and witnessed different customs and cultures.
From then on, your life was no longer a monotonous cycle, no longer trapped between battlefields and paperwork.
During your long journey, you experienced a long-lost sense of freedom, a feeling that captivated you and gradually made you forget your sad past.
Although you don't know much about Sunday's character and conduct, you can sense from other people's words that he is a noble person, just using the wrong methods.
He needs to break free of the Pinocchio prison and see the outside world.
He was an idealist realist, and he needed a spiritual retreat back to the earth.
Therefore, when it came time to vote on whether to approve the Sunday ride request, you didn't hesitate to cast your vote in favor.
The result has been revealed: everyone unanimously approved his request to hitch a ride, and he temporarily became a member of the train crew.
"Thank you for your understanding and patience. Starting today, I will be traveling with the train as a passenger for a period of time." Sunday sincerely expresses my gratitude to you.
"You're too kind. Once we're on the bus, we're all family," said March 7th, trying to liven things up.
"Please don't be shy, the train always welcomes friendly guests." The elegant navigator, on behalf of the train crew, extended a welcome to Sunday.
Thank you everyone.
From then on, Sunday joined the train crew and became a new member of the crew.
Being new to the area, coupled with their past hostile relationship, he approaches you with a cautious and tentative approach, being polite yet distant.
The Trail Blazers and March 7th became Sunday's psychologists, always using various jokes to draw him into your group chats and interactions.
Having weathered many storms, you can see that beneath Sunday's seemingly calm exterior lies a sensitive heart. Therefore, you pay special attention to him and do your best to help him integrate into the train crew.
“Mr. Sunday, I’ve made a new dessert. Would you please try it and give me your feedback?” You approached Sunday, who was standing by the window lost in thought, carrying a tray. He was initially surprised, but then gave a polite smile.
"It's my pleasure, madam."
You thoughtfully placed the plate on the table next to him, giving him enough space to enjoy his meal alone.
On Sunday, I watched you leave with gratitude, then picked up a freshly baked egg tart and gently sniffed it.
The rich aroma of milk quickly filled the air, and he tried taking a small bite, chewing slowly.
Although it doesn't taste as good as his favorite pudding and egg tart, it has its own unique flavor.
On Sunday, I quietly wrote down my feelings on paper and analyzed the advantages and disadvantages of egg tarts with an extremely rigorous and scientific attitude.
Meanwhile, you knocked on the door of the think tank with the remaining egg tarts in your hand.
You skillfully placed the baked egg tarts on the table, then sat down next to Danheng and fed him.
"How was it?" you asked him, turning your head to look at him, your eyes full of anticipation.
"It's delicious, but a bit too sweet," Danheng gave an objective assessment.
"Oh, okay? Then I'll put less sugar next time." Without hesitation, you stuffed the half-eaten egg tart into your mouth and savored the fruits of your labor.
"You seem to be spending a lot of time on Sundays lately..." After thinking it over and over, Danheng finally asked the question that he had been holding back for a long time.
"He's a new passenger, it's only right to look after him," you said with a sly smile. "What, is Teacher Danheng jealous?"
“I don’t… After all, he was our enemy. Although he’s traveling with the train for the time being, it doesn’t mean he poses no threat to the train. I’m just a little worried.”
Danheng, without batting an eye, fabricated a reason to mask his jealousy, subtly reminding you to stay away from Sundays.
"Really?" You clearly don't believe it.
He looked exactly the same as Danfeng used to.
You remembered the nickname you gave Danfeng back then—"Little Vinegar Dragon of Lin Yuan Realm"—and for some reason, you felt that this nickname was also very suitable for Danheng.
“That’s natural…” Dan Heng replied, feigning composure.
"Okay, I understand. I'll be more careful next time." You leaned on his shoulder and promised him with a smile.
Xiaolong was in a great mood after receiving your assurance, and even his movements while flipping through the documents became much lighter.
Although she gets jealous easily, she's an incredibly easy little dragon to coax.
You think like this.
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After dinner, you receive Sunday's egg tart review. It's a lengthy, comprehensive analysis that fills an entire page.
"Thank you, but you don't need to go into so much detail next time. After all, we're just enjoying the taste. As long as it's delicious, it's a good egg tart, isn't it?" You thanked him with a smile.
"You're right, ma'am, I'll be more careful next time."
"Does Mr. Sunday have any particular favorite foods? I'm currently trying out new recipes and hope to get some inspiration from you." You started chatting with Sunday about food.
"Pudding... egg tart." Sunday blurted out his favorite childhood snacks without thinking, then immediately regretted it.
That's so undignified, it's like a child begging for candy.
"What a coincidence! I was just thinking of trying to make caramel pudding tarts. Your suggestion is very helpful." You smiled, your eyes crinkling with delight.
"You flatter me, madam..."
Then you started chatting with Sunday about pudding and egg tarts, asking him for the recipe and how to make them, showing a thirst for knowledge.
On Sunday, your question sparked a conversation, and I relaxed and chatted with you, while also answering your questions.
As soon as Danheng stepped out, he saw you and Sunday standing by the car window, chatting happily. Your conversation quickly turned to your experiences on the road.
To lighten the mood, you even made some witty remarks, which made the usually serious patriarch smile. He was clearly infected by your mood and relaxed a lot.
Even though he knew that your visit on Sunday was just out of politeness and concern for the new passenger, he couldn't help but feel a surge of jealousy.
Calm down, Danheng...
He silently brainwashed himself.
He cannot easily break the trust that has been built between you and Sunday. As a member of the train crew, he respects Sunday's ideals, does not resent him boarding the train, and sincerely hopes that he can find a path that suits him.
But……
I can't watch anymore...
He forced himself to look away, silently turned back to the think tank, and tried to suppress the surging jealousy and resentment.
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You were completely unaware of Danheng's appearance and departure, as you were engrossed in your conversation with Sunday.
It wasn't until the night outside the window grew darker that I realized how late it was.
You say goodnight to Sunday and then go your separate ways.
After saying goodbye to Sunday, you knocked on the think tank's door as usual.
As soon as you stepped inside, Danheng pulled you into his arms. He greedily inhaled your scent, only to discover that it was tainted with the scent of a strange man.
Your hand on your waist tightened involuntarily. You keenly sensed Danheng's emotional change, reached out and gently patted his back to soothe him.
"Danheng," you called his name softly.
“…Hmm…” His voice came from above your head, muffled and emotionless.
You explained in detail what you had talked about with Sunday.
Although you didn't see Dan Heng appear, judging from his demeanor, he definitely saw you and Sunday having a pleasant conversation.
If it were the old Danfeng, he would have come over on the spot to assert his dominance, chased away the potential threat with a few words, and then used the most intimate physical contact to confirm that your heart was still with him.
However, Danheng chose to let you go, silently suppressing his jealousy and giving you enough respect and freedom.
Although this dragon is young, it is much more mature than Danfeng and knows how to respect and let go.
Thinking about it this way, you feel even more sorry for this little dragon who swallows everything.
With your words and actions of comfort, Danheng gradually regained his senses, obediently took his pajamas, and was led to your room by your hand.
After your bath, you'll no longer smell like Sunday.
The dragon held you contentedly, sucking on your breath, and couldn't help but kiss your eyebrows and eyes, exchanging a lingering bedtime kiss with you.
"Goodnight, my love." Before turning off the lights, he gave you a light peck on the lips, then pulled you into the soft bed, and you fell asleep in each other's arms in the quiet night.
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