Chapter 108 The love of stars is always fair
After waking up from their nap, both children put on new, complete pants.
Little Moon tried hard to put on her pants, using all her strength. As she put them on, she promised her parents loudly, "I will not pee in my pants! I can do it! I can even help my brother..."
The chattering little mouth was covered by her mother, and the little girl looked back innocently with wide eyes.
"Be good, little girl, don't talk nonsense." Xie Jiaxiu patted her daughter's head while holding back her laughter.
Turning around, he reminded Xingxing: "Xingxing, pay attention to your sister. If she wets her pants, remember to tell an adult right away, okay?"
Xingxing nodded, got out of bed, put on her shoes, and trotted to find her grandma.
He had promised in the morning to help his grandmother with work.
Xingxing is not a kid who likes to lie, so even though it was a little late, the first thing the kid did after waking up was to fulfill the promise he made.
The old lady is actually not particularly old. Although she has given birth to two sons and a daughter, she is only about sixty years old now.
In the countryside, people of this age are still able to work, and they carry heavier baskets than young people. Even soil and stones used in road construction can fill a bag on their backs.
Grandma He Guizhi is not only strong, but also has a loud voice.
So before he even walked into the kitchen, Xingxing could hear the voices of his grandmother and Aunt Liu Cuifang chatting in the kitchen without using his special powers.
The two people were chatting in what they thought were quiet voices. One said that he felt his daughter had been possessed by evil spirits over the past few days, while the other said that maybe she had not only been possessed by evil spirits, but her brain had also been damaged.
Star:"……"
The child stopped and looked at his third sister who was squatting outside the kitchen and eavesdropping. He met her eyes and blinked innocently.
Zhao Yuanyuan's face was a little pale, and she seemed absent-minded. Even when she was discovered by Xingxing, she didn't react at all. She just stood up silently, then walked around Xingxing and turned back to her own room.
"Baby, human mothers are so scary." Qiuqiu was still frightened and could actually understand Zhao Yuanyuan at this moment.
After all, in the previous world, when Xingxing was discovered to be not her original owner, Qiuqiu was as panicked as Zhao Yuanyuan is now.
Xingxing nodded and then shook her head.
While Qiuqiu was puzzled, he slowly raised his feet and climbed over the high threshold, answering Qiuqiu in his heart: "It is the human mothers who love their cubs who are scary. Those who don't love and don't care are not scary."
"But Zhao Yuanyuan's mother obviously loves Zhao Huayang more, and Zhao Yuanyuan can only get a little bit of love." Qiuqiu was even more confused.
It doubts itself a little. It is equipped with a rich human emotional system, but why does it still find human emotions too difficult to understand?
Why do humans have so many more complex and difficult to understand emotions besides joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, hatred, indifference and resentment?
Does even love have to be divided into so many levels?
So how much love does it take to be considered not love?
I don’t understand…
Qiuqiu also doesn’t think that the stars can understand, even if they can hear the voices of humans.
But what surprised it was that the stars seemed to... really understand a little.
The child tucked himself into his grandmother's arms, looking at the aunt who didn't take a nap but took the time to pick beans in the kitchen with a winnowing basket, and answered Qiuqiu softly: "Maybe she only has as much love as a glass of water. Most of the cup was given to the eldest brother, and the rest was given to the third sister. The third sister got less than the eldest brother, but more than everyone else."
"I don't think this is a good idea." Qiuqiu muttered softly, "Can't you love fairly? If you insist on being partial, you will always hurt a child."
Qiuqiu put himself in Xingxing's shoes and thought that if Xingxing got less love from his parents than Little Moon, then even if Xingxing didn't say anything, Qiuqiu would feel wronged for Xingxing.
So Zhao Yuanyuan would also feel aggrieved, indignant, and resentful.
Human love and hate are always so complicated and easy.
Xingxing hugged her grandmother's rough, calloused hands, and placed her soft and tender little hands against her grandmother's rough palms. The contrast between the old and the young was particularly obvious.
While listening to the two adults' conversation about their third sister, the child discussed human preferences with Qiuqiu.
"Xingxing feels bad too."
He leaned back into his grandmother's arms and said softly, "But the stars cannot control who humans love."
"The stars can only control their own love."
His bright black and white eyes curved slightly, and he said seriously to the light ball floating in front of him: "If mom and dad favor me, then I will favor my sister a little more. If mom and dad favor my sister, then I will hide my love a little more."
This is the fairness of the stars.
Qiuqiu listened and felt that this fairness was even warmer than the fairness that Xingxing had shown to Zhao Yuanyuan before.
"Zhao Huayang would never treat Zhao Yuanyuan like this." Qiuqiu said firmly: "In the plot, after Zhao Huayang dropped out of school, he learned carpentry. After that, he and the protagonist Zhao Yuanyuan drifted further and further apart. When he grew up, he became a new top-notch person. Relying on his blood relationship, he created a lot of trouble for the protagonist. In the end, the two siblings completely severed their relationship. Later, Zhao Huayang's end was also quite miserable."
"Qiuqiu, have you seen me grow up?" Xingxing suddenly changed the subject out of curiosity.
Qiuqiu was slightly stunned and answered blankly: "Of course I have, baby, I have always been with you in every world, and we have been inseparable in every stage of your life!"
Hearing this, Xingxing subconsciously leaned forward a little, and asked with bright eyes: "What will I be like when I grow up?"
This should have been an answer that he could blurt out without hesitation, but when he really wanted to answer, Qiuqiu suddenly froze.
What will the stars look like when they grow up?
The memory of Qiuqiu is different from that of humans. All of its photographic memories rely on its own storage system and the data chip that carries the storage.
So it can immediately retrieve what the stars in each mission world will look like when they grow up.
But when Qiuqiu looked through his memory bank, he suddenly realized that the stars that grew up in these small worlds were actually not the same.
They are obviously the same soul, but apart from appearance, Xingxing's personality in different worlds is also different.
In Sunflower Dad's world, the grown-up Xingxing is tolerant and calm. Surrounded by a lot of love, he is neither arrogant nor impatient. He is the most outstanding heir in the eyes of his biological parents, and the little sun that Sunflower Dad is most proud of and cannot do without.
In the world of entertainment, the growth of stars is always accompanied by the shining starlight under the flash lights and countless praises. He is quiet and introverted but not shy. His every move is watched by countless eyes. Even if he has not walked on the red carpet that his mother has walked, he still won countless applause and cheers with his own abilities.
In the ancient world that he had just experienced, Xingxing, who was still in his twenties, had already become a famous little doctor, a good minister of the country, and a national medical genius for whom the people spontaneously set up longevity tablets one after another and offered incense every day.
Qiuqiu still remembers that in the ancient world, when Xingxing was practicing medicine, he would always hear people questioning his identity as a doctor and doubting his age, but Xingxing never argued with anyone, let alone taking the initiative to suffer the suffering of the people.
He has a lingering bitter medicinal scent and is revered by the people, but his eyes do not focus on the suffering of the people, but only on their difficult and complicated diseases.
Three mission worlds, three times of successful growth of stars, now when compared again, the differences between the three are so huge.
But after careful distinction, Qiuqiu felt vaguely that these stars were still the stars in front of him.
Even though they grow into different looks and personalities in different worlds, the core of a star is always the same.
It was the little zombie that grew up ignorant and gradually came into contact with humans during the doomsday, and was taken good care of by Hu Xingzhe.
The eyes of a little zombie cannot accommodate thousands of humans, but the eyes of a little zombie can see the care and love of humans.
So it always quickly integrates into a new world and a new identity, and it can always easily distinguish between "family" and "humans".
When it comes to "family", the little zombie is always very well-behaved and obedient. He can laugh, daydream, be dependent and protective. He will learn to open his little arms for a hug, and will also awkwardly come close and cling to them.
Even though they don’t regard “humans” as food, they don’t have any feelings towards them, so they are always cold and distant, and just quietly watch those insignificant “humans” from the perspective of a bystander.
Therefore, after a long silence, when Xingxing was about to forget the question and was concentrating on helping her grandmother hold one end of the hemp rope and watching her twirling the hemp, Xingxing suddenly heard Qiuqiu's firm answer.
"Baby, you will be a very good adult when you grow up."
"Just like the morning star hanging in the sky, it is always so bright and shining. Growth will never erase or cover your light."
"The souls of adult humans will become mottled and dirty due to experiences and desires, but you won't. Your soul will always be clean. You protect yourself very well, and no one can hurt you."
"Baby, don't be afraid of growing up. We are all with you all the time. Every world is looking forward to and accompanying you to grow into a good adult."
Qiuqiu said a lot.
This is the second time today that it has spoken so much.
It doesn't know why Star's jumping mind suddenly raises questions about growing up, but it will not be perfunctory to Star. Instead, it will seriously think about and answer every question of the child.
In every world, Xingxing starts out only three years old.
But with the accumulation of so many worlds, the ball is no longer the ignorant novice system that just came out of the factory.
In the previous world, it has been learning and has clarified its identity and responsibilities as a guide. It has not forgotten its original intention and has been implementing it conscientiously.
Maybe it can never become another Hu Xingzhe, but it hopes to become a better Qiuqiu.
They are children who discover the world together, partners who travel together, and contractors who bind our souls together.
Xingxing listened quietly and seriously to everything Qiuqiu said.
"Qiuqiu loves me."
The child easily came to the conclusion and whispered to the light ball in front of him that was emitting a warm glow: "The ball has the love of a cup of water, and he gave all of it, along with the cup, to the stars."
Qiuqiu's love for the stars will never be shared with any other person or creature.
The star reached out and held it.
Put it on your head.
"The stars don't have the love of a glass of water." He retracted his little hand, held up the ball of light on his head, and said slowly: "But three-year-old stars, grown-up stars, and old stars all love the ball very much."
Qiuqiu doesn't like human's biased love.
So what the stars give is the love of the little zombie.
The little zombie will never be partial, because there are only two colors in its world.
A bright red that belongs to the family, and a dull gray that belongs to the food passing by.
Red can turn into many colors, the brilliant golden color of sunflower dad, the thick emerald green of big tree mom, the vibrant green of weed brother, and the bright white of moon sister.
Gray will always be gray, it may be a light and shallow grayish white, or it may be a heavily painted grayish black, it will never turn into any other beautiful and warm color.
The stars won't allow it.
The stars don't care.
The love of the stars is always fair, to Qiuqiu, Uncle Hu, Zhou Weiguo and Wangwang, and to all the humans in the mission world.
The love of the little zombie is also very simple, it is companionship and protection.
Accompanying his grandmother who would add a little more brown sugar to his meals.
Protect the sister who will give the first wild berry he eats.
Squatting on top of Xingxing's head, watching the round beans rolling in the winnowing basket in the human's hand, Qiuqiu suddenly understood the purpose of Xingxing's sudden change of subject.
I want to tell it that the stars will not give Qiuqiu partial love, no matter one point more or one point less.
I also want to tell it that stars that are constantly raised by humans will never become real humans.
Even if he grows up to be a good adult, he will only be a good zombie star, not a good human star.
Therefore, Qiuqiu can trust the "fairness" of the stars.
No matter when.
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