Chapter 32 Jinjiang first release [So that I can feel the pain for him]...
Later, when Li Zhuo thought about this period, he also seriously thought about a question: why did he accept that monster so quickly?
Was it because she was touched by his natural and self-evident manner, or was she persuaded by his self-righteous and self-righteous defence?
Or is it because of the old dreams that come back frequently?
In those fragmented dreams, the environment of that world was extremely terrible. The sky was always turbid and dark, and at first glance, there was no sign of life.
And in the midst of those ruins, underground, there is a brand new city, which has a city hospital, major chain supermarkets, restaurants, bookstores, amusement parks and other facilities.
Everything that the city should have in his memory was there, so real that even the garbage in the trash can and the stray cat looking for food next to it were completely restored.
The only weird thing is that the entire "city" was completely empty one second, and the next second the schools, hospitals, and streets were full of people.
However, those "people" still didn't say much, just silently staring at his every move, as if they had given him a gift and were waiting for his reaction.
Li Zhuo in the dream was naturally extremely panicked and even terrified, but from the third-person perspective of the dreamer, the creature should have wanted to do good to him?
There are also many fragmented scenes that cannot be pieced together to form a plot. Sometimes this creature is not your teacher, sometimes it is a strange classmate, sometimes it is a kind uncle you meet on the roadside, and sometimes it is a tree.
That’s right, when Li Zhuo in the dream felt that a tree on the roadside particularly liked him, his first reaction was that there was really something wrong with his brain.
No matter how Mo Liang's identity changes, the only thing that remains the same is that he looks like a normal person, but he is completely different and weird in every way, and he is inexplicably nice to Li Zhuo.
Li Zhuo used to think it was a nightmare, but later, through piecing together some fragments of Mo Liang's information, he was able to guess that it was very likely something that really happened?
In addition to external factors, Li Zhuo also thought that maybe he himself was not an honest child at heart?
After all, he had clearly noticed something unusual about Mo Liang and should have run away from the very beginning, but he didn't, and even pretended not to see it.
Does this mean he doesn't really care whether Mo Liang is human or not? As long as the love and care are genuine, why would he keep testing him?
Based on all of the above, Li Zhuo, who had a foundation of getting along with Mo Liang before, had no fear or rejection of this "unknown creature". He didn't hesitate for long and quickly accepted the new chapter in his relationship with Mo Liangxin.
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The progress of the relationship did not bring about any earth-shaking changes in the lives of Li Zhuo and Mo Liang. The living conditions of one person and one non-human remained the same as before.
This often gave Li Zhuo the illusion that they had entered into the most intimate and comfortable relationship from the moment they met.
Confession is just a way to break the window paper.
The midsummer in Changyang is very hot and humid, and it is as hot as a furnace outside. Li Zhuo especially likes to sleep on the monster's chest, and also likes to nestle in the monster's arms to play with his mobile phone, watch TV, etc.
It's summer vacation anyway, so he doesn't have to get up early to attend classes like before, so he has plenty of time to waste.
In order to make his child more comfortable, Mo Liang, who would raise his body temperature in winter, would quietly lower it at this time so that he could lie more comfortably.
Even though he knew every room had air conditioning.
Under such close contact, Li Zhuo soon discovered that even with just a light touch, Mo Liang's breathing would noticeably stop, his muscles tensed, and it felt as if something dark was swimming excitedly beneath his smooth skin...
At first he didn't know what emotion this was, but later, as he gained experience, he realized that he would have different subtle changes when he was angry, afraid, or excited.
This sounds hard to believe, right?
A living extraterrestrial life, a pollution source that has been alive for who knows how long, an inhuman creature that can crush humans to death as easily as stepping on ants. When it was in front of Li Zhuo, it did not look ferocious like in supernatural stories, but was so docile that it had no temper at all.
The strength with which he hugged him was so light that it would not cause any discomfort to the human, but at the same time he could feel that he was being hugged from all sides.
No matter where he was or what the situation was, he always gave Li Zhuo, the child in his eyes, whatever he asked of him, cherished him as if he were his own life, and had infinite patience with him.
Every morning when Li Zhuo woke up, he would see Mo Liang in human form preparing a sumptuous breakfast for him in the kitchen.
When Li Zhuo was having breakfast, he not only accompanied him, but also unconsciously stretched out a few tentacles to gently tidy up his somewhat messy hair and slightly curled collar.
He would not be idle at night. Even though he knew that this small world was very safe and no accidents would happen, the monster would gently wrap its dense tentacles around Li Zhuo's bed to build a protective wall.
If Li Zhuo makes any uneasy movements in his sleep, the tentacles will immediately gently stroke Li Zhuo's forehead, humming a strange yet soothing tune until Li Zhuo falls asleep again.
Of course, Li Zhuo didn’t know anything about what happened at night at first, until he woke up in the middle of the night one day and went to the bathroom, and found a clue.
It was purely a joke at the time, and he casually asked Mo Liang if he did the same thing every night when he was living in the Experimental High School dormitory.
Mo Liang said without hesitation: "Yes."
He frowned and said unhappily that the bed boards in the school dormitory were particularly hard, but fortunately he had done some minor modifications himself; another time when changing beds, Li Zhuo's position was next to the door, and there was often night wind blowing through, so he deliberately shifted the wind vent.
"Otherwise you'll catch a cold, which is so uncomfortable."
Li Zhuo's expression was very interesting at that time. He wanted to say something, but in the end he swallowed it all.
Never mind, he's not human.
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In fact, it is far more than that.
Mo Liang always kept in mind the contents of the parenting guide: an introverted and injured child is very fragile, so he needs much more encouragement and love than a normal child.
[The caregiver needs to praise him tirelessly and say a million words of praise!]
So not only in daily life, but even in those unspeakable things, Mo Liang still firmly abides by such rules.
When faced with the energetic little kitten pressing on him, he would gently wipe the kitten's sweat and very familiarly praise the kitten for being a good kid and for being amazing...
Every time this happened, the fair-skinned boy's ears would turn red, a very cute reaction. Afterwards, he would quietly curl up in Mo Liang's arms, the warm air of his breath evenly spraying Mo Liang's neck and the area below his collarbone.
In order to give the child a better experience, Mo Liang learned a lot. Sometimes, he would adjust his weight to be extra light for fear that he would crush the child. It just so happened that he was taller than Li Zhuo, which was just enough for the child to lean on his chest, rubbing against his chest affectionately like a tired bird returning to its nest.
The child also discovered that he was adjusting his hormones, and unlike before when he was confused and could only rely on instinct, he was awake this time.
The child was a little stiff at first, but after slowly getting used to it, he would comment on the taste as if he had gotten a new toy, and Mo Liang would immediately make corresponding adjustments based on the child's taste.
The child likes to sleep leaning there, and Mo Liang's chest has almost become Li Zhuo's exclusive pillow.
Especially after the first bath, Mo Liang found that his child's eyes always stayed on his chest intentionally or unintentionally, so he specially adjusted the data of his chest muscles, and the child looked at him more frequently.
Sometimes when he deliberately asked, the little guy would say he didn't see anything while taking another look, muttering softly, "Why is it so big? When did he train it?"
When Mo Liang asked him what he said.
He's fine.
Mo Liang is not a human being, he is just a source of pollution. He does not need to rely on exercise to increase his muscles. As long as he wants, he can replace his skin at any time.
"Do you like it?" He lifted the fabric and smiled, "It's okay, you can do it now."
His good boy had a very fair complexion. He looked away, then away again. The temperature of the skin on his ears and cheeks rose noticeably. Finally, he said, "Don't do this in broad daylight."
That looks so cute.
How can such a lovely thing exist?
Recalling the first time he felt such a surging and unfamiliar emotion sweeping through his body, Mo Liang's first reaction was actually confusion, his brain was blank, but soon his nerves conveyed the answer of pleasure, a pleasure in another sense, the emotion given to him by his most beloved child, and this alone was enough to fascinate him.
Whenever the child fell asleep quietly, Mo Liang would be immersed in a sense of happiness and satisfaction.
He would caress his face lovingly over and over again, stroke his soft hair, put his lips on the child's fair face, lick his skin gently, and deeply smell the unique scent that emanated from the subcutaneous glands.
It was a pure, warm scent.
Of course, Mo Liang had tried it before.
He discovered that even without any contact, just feeling his child's breathing and heartbeat would instantly calm his disordered spirit, which was countless times more effective than replenishing any high-purity energy.
His child was truly a huge treasure, one that belonged to him alone, and he would never allow himself to be lost again.
no way! !
After having a deeper relationship with the child, the last few gray pieces of Mo Liang's memory puzzle finally lit up, and he remembered everything.
He also understood how many "protective preparations" he had made in the past to prevent himself from harming his children after losing his memory, one of which was actually a self-destruct program.
It is not acceptable to have no memory at all, but if he has all the memories from the beginning, he will uncontrollably want to protect his child the moment he sees him.
Only this time...
——He must remember his child and cannot forget him, but he cannot remember too many memories. It would be best to have an external tool to remind him at all times, restrain his behavior, and prevent him from doing too much to hurt the child.
He succeeded!!
The rice in the pot was emitting a fragrant aroma. The child was still reading the books that Mo Liang had prepared last time. He could now read those documents without any obstacles.
In his spare time during his senior year of high school and an entire summer vacation, the child independently researched a new material based on information from literature, the funds provided, and through continuous experimentation and trial and error:
A film that appears soft but actually has extraordinary mechanical strength, high stability and a single ion channel.
It's cheating to some extent.
After all, the technical difficulties faced by their small world are just child's play in the eyes of other civilizations with more advanced technology, which had been solved eight hundred years earlier.
The difficulty lies not in the manufacturing method, which is clearly recorded in the materials. The difficulty lies in how to reconstruct and restore it using existing simple materials!
Regarding this problem, the professional teams of the Mo family would have to spend several years, but Li Zhuo, his child, succeeded in just one year.
As soon as the new material came out, the company name that Li Zhuo had casually registered, along with himself and Mo Liang, once again became the focus of heated discussion.
His children are really smart.
Just like a small stone on the roadside, it looks ordinary from a distance, but only when you pick it up and wipe off the dust on the surface, you will see how beautiful it is.
Mo Liang sent out a few tentacles and quietly slipped in through the gap in the study door to check on his child, without stopping the stir-frying in his hands.
[Looking at the map again, huh?]
[That river location again...]
Ever since he learned that he had died once before and had gone to another world after death, Li Zhuo has been looking for the reason in the literature.
From those obscure books, he learned that there was something called a boundary wall in each small world. Only when it developed to a certain level could it touch this barrier, and by breaking the boundary wall, it could touch other worlds.
Sometimes the civilizations of some small worlds have not yet developed, but there are occasionally some emergencies and loopholes.
For example, a major collision or collision may cause some cracks to appear.
Li Zhuo had proposed to go there before, but Mo Liang did not agree at that time. After all, he had designated the area around the river as a restricted area long ago. How could he let him go?
Later, the child told him very seriously that he was not going there to commit suicide, but just wanted to go there to see if there was a special material that he needed.
"Anyway, with you by my side, I'm sure nothing will happen to me..." The human boy winked cunningly, "Even if something does happen to me, you won't just ignore it, right?"
Mo Liang smiled and said, "Of course not."
I forgot when it started, but Mo Liang seemed to have gradually learned the muscle changes that express emotions. Before laughing, he no longer considered whether the movement trajectory of each muscle and the upward arc of the corners of the mouth met the standards.
I just smiled naturally when I was in a good mood.
In addition to this change, Mo Liang also found that his rejection reaction became weaker as the number of times he ate increased.
Perhaps it really triggered some kind of antibodies, or perhaps it was due to some other unknown evolution, but in any case, he could gradually taste the food.
These changes must be due to Li Zhuo. He must have gained from Li Zhuo the magical energy that keeps him from feeling lonely even as time passes...
While I was thinking, the meal was ready.
As promised yesterday, we will set off after breakfast today...
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The crack in the boundary wall had already closed up, and nothing else had happened. Li Zhuo successfully saw the drowning river, which looked pleasant in broad daylight.
Although he didn't find the materials he wanted, Li Zhuo didn't show any disappointment. He looked at the long river in front of him inch by inch, which was both strange and familiar.
"So this is it..."
He walked along the rocks on the shore and followed the flow of the river upstream. Mo Liang followed him closely, as cautiously as if protecting his own eyes.
A gentle breeze blew, and ripples appeared on the river. The water at the edge was so clear that you could see the round stones and swaying water plants at the bottom of the water.
The fragmented sunlight passed through the clouds and fell evenly on the boy's face, and his fair face was coated with a layer of hazy warm light.
Mo Liang looked at his beloved child. Everything around him became a completely blurred background, with only one person's figure being clear.
He was a being warmer than the spring sun, and he made the creatures who looked at him feel equally warm.
"Teacher Mo..."
"Um?"
Li Zhuo squinted his eyes slightly to feel the cool breeze blowing from the river, and stared at the surging river water as if staring at death.
"I've dreamed of this river before. It's exactly the same as in my dream, but it feels completely different. It looks very warm now..."
He paused and proposed a hypothesis: "Is it because I am no longer afraid of death?"
"Yes," Mo Liang praised, "Facing death bravely is something many creatures cannot do."
Li Zhuo felt a little embarrassed again: "You're praising me too much. I just wanted to say that I haven't had nightmares for a long time. Since you appeared, I've been sleeping very well every night."
"That's a good thing." Mo Liang said softly, "Every organ in your body needs adequate sleep to rest better and develop better. You need healthy sleep."
The sun was high in the sky, and the weeping willows by the river drooped listlessly. The weeping willows by the river drooped lazily in the heat wave, and their slender willow branches swayed gently in the breeze.
Not far away, a gray-white bridge spanned the two banks, and cars sped past.
The boy under the bridge was wearing a loose white T-shirt and light blue jeans. The corners of his clothes and trouser legs fluttered in the wind, making a rustling sound.
He was standing in the sun, and even the plants beside him were listless, but his forehead was dry.
Other outsiders could not see how Mo Liang built a transparent protective shield for his child and how he blocked all ultraviolet rays for him.
Nor do I know what kind of thoughts are churning in the man's heart beneath his peaceful face.
[This small world still has many dangerous places, so we can't let our guard down yet...]
[His pain sensor is still too easily damaged. I need to find a time to transplant the signal receiver...]
【This way I can feel his pain.】
"Hey, let's take a photo together? I suddenly remembered that we haven't taken a photo yet..."
Li Zhuo suddenly turned around, and his lively and energetic face, with clear outlines in the sunlight, suddenly entered Mo Liang's sight.
His eyes were bright and deep, and the golden sunlight danced between Li Zhuo's hair and eyebrows.
Mo Liang, who had already taken countless photos of his child, had forgotten everything at that moment. All that remained in his mind was a sentence that kept repeating over and over again: [I like it so much, so much, so much, so much, so much...]
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