Chapter 131
In the fifth year since Jiaojiao went abroad for treatment, Cao Yuhao and his family's longing for her was almost overwhelming. They had to make two video calls every day to soothe their longing.
This resulted in Jiaojiao spending a lot of time every day just answering their video calls.
In Beijing, Jiang Xu, who hadn't been able to get through to Jiaojiao's video call several times, was gritting his teeth. Who was calling Jiaojiao? He hadn't finished the call for so long. Was he a chatterbox? He wasn't afraid of disturbing Jiaojiao.
He secretly complained in his heart while sending a message in the group chat: "Who is calling Jiaojiao? Stop it, I wonder if there are people waiting in line behind you?"
Cao Yuhao, who saw the message, replied: "You are already in your forties. Can you be more mature and steady? Don't meddle in the affairs of us young people. Besides, do you and Jiaojiao have anything in common? The generation gap is almost as big as the Maria Trench."
Jiang Xu immediately retorted in disbelief: "Bullshit, there is no generation gap between Jiaojiao and me. As a 6G surfer, you and Jiaojiao have a generation gap, but Jiaojiao and I don't."
"Alright, alright, it's no big deal." Su Yi couldn't help but speak out, "Don't call Jiaojiao privately. Let's just start a group video. It's more convenient and saves time."
Wu Hao: “I agree!”
Wang Xingyi: “OK!”
Fu Xiangheng: "Sure!"
Tong Siyan: "Good idea."
Shen Muci: "Finally, I see you come up with an idea that is truly human!"
When the group video was connected, Jiaojiao was sitting on a chair outside the hospital, waiting for her father to get the results.
The autumn wind whistled by, and Jiaojiao, wearing a scarf, hid half of his face in the scarf. When he saw the small faces of people on the phone, he opened his mouth in a little surprise.
“Bright…”
"Is Jiaojiao okay?"
"Jiaojiao, what are you doing..."
"Jiaojiao you..."
A slightly noisy voice came from the phone, and in the late autumn wind, there was an inexplicable sense of liveliness. Jiaojiao couldn't help but curl her eyes and responded to them seriously: "I'm waiting for Dad."
"I am fine."
"It's not cold."
"There's a fiery red maple leaf outside. I wanted to take a look, so I didn't go in."
"Yes, I picked up three maple leaves, they are all very unique."
While Jiaojiao and Cao Yuhao were chatting, Li Yubai, who had received the results in the hospital, looked quietly at the diagnosis results.
No abnormalities.
No abnormalities were found.
In recent years, no matter which hospital I go to, the results of the examination are the same. If there is no abnormality, I don’t know how to treat it.
Li Yubai lowered his eyes and thought for a long time. He thought of the scene where Jiaojiao buried her head in his arms after the bone marrow biopsy, and her little hands clenched his clothes in pain. He thought of the dense needle holes on Jiaojiao's arms and thighs.
He hesitated for a long time, and finally made up his mind to throw the report in his hand into the trash can, then strode out.
Li Yubai, who had just emerged from the hospital, picked up Jiaojiao, who was sitting on a chair, and held him like he had held Jiaojiao when she was little. His low, cold voice was filled with relief, "Let's go home."
After understanding what her father meant by going home, Jiaojiao looked up at him in surprise: "Dad, aren't we going to continue seeing the doctor?"
"I won't watch it anymore." Li Yubai pinched his little face, a faint smile on his face: "Isn't it just that you can't grow up? It's not like I can't support you. If you can't grow up, then we won't grow up."
"Let's go back home first, rest for two years, and then go travel. We can learn whatever we want to learn and do whatever we want to do..."
The late autumn wind blew past, and the fiery red maple leaves danced in the wind. The golden sunlight fell through the treetops. Jiaojiao, who still had baby fat on his face, smiled widely. He rubbed his face against his father's face with it as he did when he was a child: "Hello, Daddy, Daddy is the best..."
Li Yu rolled his eyes and raised his hand with a smile, wanting to pat the back of his head, but when his hand fell, he changed it to a gentle caress.
On their way back to pack their bags, they saw an elderly street singer in a square. He beat his tambourine rhythmically, his aged voice singing a passionate and unrestrained song. His voice showed he was as youthful as ever, his soul undimmed by the passage of time.
Jiaojiao, holding the pink marshmallow, looked up at her father who was holding the blue marshmallow. Li Yubai, who met his gaze, instantly understood what he meant.
Li Yubai handed the marshmallow he had taken two bites of to Jiaojiao, walked up to the old man and talked to him for a while, then sat down in front of the hand drum.
After a while, the rhythmic sound of drums began to sound. For Li Yubai, who had once been in the entertainment industry, the hand drum was an instrument he could play.
Along with the sound of drums, there was also an ancient melody. This melody that had never been heard before was filled with a strong sense of desolation and ancient mystery.
However, the boy's clear voice dispelled the desolate confusion, and in its place were flowers blooming in the desert, brilliant colors reflected in the sunlight, and the whispers of an ancient mysterious language...
The people around were attracted by this ancient melody that they had never heard before, and were drawn into an ancient and mysterious world by the boy's voice.
The sound of car horns was heard in the distance, startling the white pigeons foraging in the square. They flapped their wings and flew over the crisscrossing streets, scattered houses, platforms and the majestic clock tower.
Jiaojiao reached out to catch the white feather falling from the sky, then turned her head to look at her father happily.
Li Yubai met his gaze and reached out to take his marshmallow from Jiaojiao's hand, then stretched out his other hand and placed it in front of Jiaojiao as a matter of course.
Jiaojiao placed the feather in her hand on her father's hand, took a bite of the sweet marshmallow in her hand, and couldn't help but smile with her eyes curved.
Those dark pupils are mixed with starlight, and whenever they look at people, they always make people feel incomparable quietness and clarity, and there is always a kind of softness that can reach people's hearts.
Li Yubai reached out and rubbed Jiaojiao's hair, and his heart softened.
It turns out that the world really has such a pair of eyes. No matter how hard time tries to carve and polish them, they still look the same as they did originally, as clear as the first ray of light in the world.
In China, everyone was extremely excited to learn that Jiaojiao was coming back. Although they had been flying abroad to see Jiaojiao whenever they could, and their connection with her had never been severed, they still couldn't resist their joy at the news that Jiaojiao was coming back.
On the day Jiaojiao and her father returned to China, various brightly colored banners were hung outside the Capital Airport. All of the banners read "Welcome the most handsome and lovely Jiaojiao back to China." Of course, there were also a few banners welcoming Li Yubai back to China.
Jiaojiao, who was pushing her luggage and walking out with her father, saw this scene and smiled with her lips pursed. She did not feel embarrassed at all as Lou Yaoyao and the others had imagined.
He trotted forward, pushing his luggage, and bumped into Shang Que's arms, who was standing in the front. He looked up and asked with a smile, "Dad Shang, did you miss me?"
Shang Que looked down at Jiaojiao in his arms. Time had added a few majestic wrinkles to his face. He rubbed Jiaojiao's head and said, "I thought about it."
Jiaojiao greeted Lu Jie, Jun Xiangze, and Jiang Xu one by one, and as expected, they were all pulled into their arms and rubbed.
As Lou Yaoyao hugged Jiaojiao, holding a camera in her hand, she said with a hint of disappointment, "Why aren't you embarrassed? I was planning to record a dark history for you."
Jiaojiao thought for a moment and said, "Sister Yaoyao, next time, tell me in advance and I'll cooperate."
Lou Yaoyao couldn't help laughing out loud: "How come you're so cooperative even when recording your own dark history?"
Before Jiaojiao could say anything, Cao Yuhao reached out and pushed down Jiaojiao's hair, which had been rubbed up and turned upside down. He then took the suitcases from Jiaojiao and Li Yubai, and said with a bright smile on his handsome face, "Let's go! Mu Yicheng and the others have prepared a welcoming banquet for Jiaojiao and Uncle Li. They're waiting for you."
Jiaojiao reached out and pushed Jiang Yi's wheelchair, and the group walked forward talking and laughing.
This group of people who were very dignified in front of the group or their families now seemed to have returned to the days when they were unreliable and conspicuous, with relaxed and carefree smiles on their faces.
When they arrived at the parking lot, looking at the ostentatious cars lined up in front of them, Jiaojiao recognized at a glance that these were the cars they used to drive when they went to the kindergarten to support him.
It had been a while since Jiang Xu had driven such a flashy car, and he felt a little nostalgic for a moment. He got in the car, leaned out his head and said to Jiaojiao, "Jiaojiao, get in quickly."
There was a hint of urgency in his tone, as if he was afraid that Jiaojiao would be snatched away by someone else, but the next second, an argument broke out in the parking garage about whose car Jiaojiao should get in.
There was a hint of helplessness on Jiaojiao's face, but a nostalgic smile was revealed in her eyes.
Jiang Yi had already prepared and took out a lottery bucket, indicating that they would use a lottery to decide whose car Jiaojiao would get on.
Finally, Jiaojiao and her father got into Jiang Yi's car. Of course, because of her leg, the driver was the one driving.
Regarding this result, Jiang Xu and others gritted their teeth and suspected that Jiang Yi had cheated, but they had no evidence and could only swallow the bitter pill.
When Jiaojiao returned home after dinner, the first thing he saw was the tassel tree in the yard, with its gnarled trunk and lush green branches. He walked over and touched the trunk, as if he had met an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time.
The night wind blew, causing the branches to rustle, as if responding to Jiaojiao's greeting.
Entering the house from the yard, everything in the house seemed as if they had never left. It was obvious that Jiang Xu and his team came to clean it frequently.
There were a few more paintings on the wall in the living room, which was covered with Jiaojiao's awards, little red flowers, and the first time he wrote his own name and his father's name. The paintings were self-portraits of Jiang Xu and others, and Jiaojiao appeared in all of their self-portraits.
Jiaojiao couldn't help laughing when she saw these paintings.
Ever since she came back, Jiaojiao felt that time was like a wound-up spring, and it suddenly jumped forward when no one noticed.
Over the years, he has been doing what he likes. He especially loves reading. He likes to read books from all walks of life and all kinds of categories, and he will try all of them.
One year, Jiaojiao suddenly became interested in traditional Chinese medicine and began to study under a famous old Chinese doctor. Li Yubai, Shang Que and Jiang Xu were the subjects of Jiaojiao's experiments.
Since learning Chinese medicine, Jiaojiao often takes the pulse of her father and others, and then prescribes medicine for them according to their conditions.
The medicine for their physical conditioning was prepared by Jiaojiao herself after she followed an old Chinese doctor to the mountains to pick the herbs.
Jiang Xu and his friends didn't like taking Chinese medicine and often poured the medicine out secretly. This led to Jiaojiao bringing the medicine jar to their house every day for a period of time to supervise them taking the medicine.
Jiang Xu and the others would also compete with Jiaojiao in wits and courage to get her to not take the medicine. Usually at this time, Jiaojiao would lower her head in disappointment and say in a low voice that she hoped they would be healthy and live long and stay with her for a few more years.
At this point, Jiang Xu and the others had no choice but to surrender. They took the medicine and drank it with a bitter smile. After Jiaojiao stuffed a candy in her mouth, they reluctantly pulled Jiaojiao into their arms and rubbed her head.
Although Jiaojiao is no longer a child according to his age, he still looks like a twelve-year-old, and even has some baby fat on his face, so Jiang Xu and others subconsciously treat Jiaojiao as a child.
Jiaojiao's protests were all ignored by them. Jiaojiao, whose strength had been stuck at the level of a teenager, struggled futilely and could only accept it helplessly.
In a blink of an eye, many years have passed.
When Jiaojiao saw that her father's hand holding hers had many wrinkles on it, she suddenly realized the ruthlessness of time.
The sun was shining brightly that day, and it was the time when April snow flowers were in full bloom.
Jiaojiao, sitting on a rattan chair under a tree, held an ear pick and patiently cleaned the earwax from the ears of her father who was lying on her lap.
The snow-white petals swirled and fell on Jiaojiao's head. Jiaojiao, who was digging her father's ears, hummed a tune softly.
Li Yubai, lying on Jiaojiao's legs, felt extremely tired. He listened to the tune Jiaojiao hummed and tried his best to keep his eyelids open, wanting to take another look at the child who grew up in his arms.
Jiaojiao still looks the same as she did when she was twelve years old, with no signs of aging on the outside and no signs of weakness on the inside.
Many times, Li Yubai would feel that Jiaojiao seemed to be forgotten in the long river of time, neither growing nor aging. This might sound like a favor at first glance, but if you think about it carefully, it is actually a punishment.
Everything in this world, visible and invisible, will be free from the constraints of time, except Jiaojiao, who is still stuck in the long river of time and cannot escape the constraints of time. So he can only watch his old friends walk out of time one after another and disappear from his sight.
Li Yubai's consciousness became increasingly blurred, and his heart ached more and more.
In a trance, he seemed to have returned to the beginning. He was walking in the alley with an umbrella, and stopped at a corner. He turned his head to meet the clean and innocent eyes of a child sitting in the corner, who was wet by the rain.
Time flew by, and the child called him "Dad" for the first time.
When I handed him the bottle for the first time, I said, "Daddy~"
The first time I walked, the first time I threw myself into his arms, the first time I gave him all the candies...
"Dad is not dead, Dad will always be with Jiaojiao!"
'good! '
But in the end he broke his promise!
The wind suddenly died down, and the petals of the tassel tree were still rustling down. Jiaojiao stopped humming and sat quietly for a long time. Then she lowered her head and rubbed her face against her father's cool face, calling softly, "Dad!"
The wind suddenly picked up again, rolling up the petals all over the sky, blocking the view in front of his eyes, like a sudden heavy snowfall, wanting to hug the boy sitting under the tree.
In a certain world, in a high-tech and cold building, densely packed consciousness extraction cabins are neatly arranged.
One of the consciousness extraction cabins began to flash green light. When the light reached its peak, the naked Li Yubai walked out of it.
Li Yubai, with a cold look in his eyes, sat aside to calm down for a while before merging the two different memories together.
As the memories merged, his eyes fluctuated violently.
"General Li." A nearby researcher handed over the bracelet. "Your controller."
Li Yubai turned his head to look at them, then looked at the consciousness extraction device: "I need to go back."
Hearing this familiar request, Yalun's eyes showed no surprise, and he said skillfully: "You can go back, but you have to wait two years."
"And you may not be able to see the people you want to see when you go back."
As for why I say this, of course there are cases.
Marshal Yin and Admiral Zera both returned to their original world through the consciousness extraction device ten years ago, but unfortunately, after they died in that world and returned, they did not meet the people they wanted to meet again.
The flow rate of each world is different. At first, they thought that the people Marshal Yin and Zella wanted to see had long disappeared in the passage of time, but Zella refuted it because the existence he wanted to see was a small god from a certain world.
Later, they discovered through the narration of Admiral Zela and Marshal Yin that the person Marshal Yin and Admiral Zela wanted to see was actually the same person, or the same little god.
This was a very surprising and unexpected discovery!
However, Yalun did not tell Marshal Yin and Admiral Zela about this discovery. He only told Marshal Yin that the child named Jiaojiao whom he wanted to see did not disappear with the passage of time.
If he wanted to find the child named Jiaojiao, he could only keep going to other worlds and hope that he would be lucky enough to meet her.
So Marshal Yin began to travel to other worlds, while Admiral Zela stayed in the same world. He believed that Jiaojiao would return to the Kana continent.
The two of them didn't know that they were looking for and waiting for the same person.
At this time, Yalun was also very curious. Would the source that General Li wanted to return to be the same as Marshal Yin and the others? If so, it would prove that this little god named Jiaojiao was very good at helping people restore their emotions. Then they would have to consider whether to invite the little god to visit their world.
Of course Li Yubai chose to go back.
In response, Yalun made a request: "You can go back, but you need to provide some basic information about the people who urged you to go back."
Li Yubai's eyes instantly turned cold: "Why do you want this?"
"Please rest assured. According to the laws set by the world consciousness, we cannot intentionally harm people from other worlds. And anyone who enters another world will have their memory erased, so you don't have to worry about us hurting him."
Will the memory be erased if you go to another world?
Li Yubai felt a pang of pain in his heart as he thought about this. It was hard for him to imagine how sad Jiaojiao would be when he really returned to that world and looked at her with unfamiliar eyes.
"Actually, we don't recommend that you go back. The flow of time won't change for you, and your identities are declared dead. Even if you return with the same face, those who left behind won't recognize you as the same person."
Li Yubai was silent for a while, and finally said, "I want to go back."
"Okay, then please provide us with the information we need."
It rained heavily on the day of Li Yubai's funeral. Jiaojiao, who was holding an umbrella, vaguely remembered his father who had held an umbrella, strode up to him and squatted down to shield him from the rain.
Time flies, and now he can hold an umbrella by himself.
Reminiscing about the past, Jiaojiao tilted her umbrella to cover her father's tombstone.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and was blown diagonally into the umbrella by the wind. Jiaojiao squatted down and covered her little self and her father's tombstone in the umbrella.
Birth, aging, sickness and death are the laws of nature, and aging is the most gentle farewell.
But parting is parting, there is no difference between warm and cold.
Half a month passed in a blink of an eye, and it was the beginning of summer.
The sunlight shines through the clouds onto the grass and the dewdrops on the tips of the grass look like crystal clear pearls under the sunlight.
A sparrow flew down from the tree, landed on the shoulder of the boy who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, and chirped happily.
Jiaojiao came back to his senses, turned his head to look at it, and met its bright eyes. He pursed his lips, did not drive it away, and let it stand on his shoulder.
A gentle breeze blew by, gently lifting the loose hair in front of his forehead, revealing his full and smooth forehead. Jiaojiao held the large bottle of milk in her arms, leaned back gently against her father's tombstone, her eyes cast unfocused into the air.
This scene was so unfamiliar, yet he had the illusion that he had experienced it many times.
The sunlight in early summer was so warm that it made people drowsy. Feeling a little sleepy, Jiaojiao leaned against the tombstone and fell asleep.
In another space, he took the time to look at the bright Su Cang and frowned slightly. Why hasn't he grown up again?
Could it be that there was something wrong with his plan again?
No wonder it’s said that raising a child is not easy!
Thinking of this, Su Cang waved his hand and brought Jiaojiao back. After examining his body, he began to formulate a new plan.
When Jiaojiao woke up with the bottle in his arms, he saw Su Cang squatting beside him, concentrating on recording something.
Su Cang, who looked fifteen years old, glanced at him, and before Jiaojiao could say anything, he reached out and touched Jiaojiao's forehead, pulled out the flashing memories, and placed them in a bottle made of stars beside him.
As the memory was taken away, Jiaojiao, who was originally twelve years old, instantly shrank back to her original appearance of being only two years old.
Or will it shrink if it loses its memory? What is the reason for this?
Su Cang frowned, lifted Jiaojiao onto his lap and began to study her.
Jiaojiao, lying on Su Cang's legs, tilted her head in confusion, stretched out her little hand and waved it around to grab one of Su Cang's fingers. When she saw Su Cang looking at her, she squinted her eyes and spoke in unclear baby language with "wuah ah" and "umm".
Su Cang poked his face and said seriously, "Be good and stop making trouble!"
His words reached the sea of consciousness. Jiaojiao, who inexplicably understood what he meant, let go of his hand and obediently tucked her little hands in front of her chest. Her dark, bright eyes glanced up at him: "Jiaojiao~"
Jiaojiao is so good~
Pre-collected article "The Sickly Male Insect Breaks the Steel Armor with Bare Hands" also known as "Today I Also Play the Male Insect Well"
What is a male insect?
After going through a calamity, he turned into a demon in the blink of an eye... Oh no, the sword cultivator Li Qing who turned into a male insect was now sitting at the table with a small notebook, concentrating on studying what a male insect is?
The so-called male insects are weak, arrogant, and have female insects around them. For the time being, the new male insect here, Ernes Li Yuanqing, carries a small notebook with him and does everything recorded in it in a rigid manner, trying his best to play the role of a male insect and wait for the owner of this body to come back.
First of all, he must be weak, especially since the owner of this body was born with a disease in his bones, and is much weaker than other male insects.
The second thing is arrogance. Li Yuanqing, who has always been low-key, feels that this is more difficult than pretending to be sick, but he still suppresses the discomfort in his heart and pretends to be extremely arrogant.
Finally, you have to find a female insect to follow you and take care of you at all times.
But who should I look for?
I heard that male insects have certain standards when selecting female insects. Li Yuanqing, who didn't quite understand these standards, was confused for a while. Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind, and he turned his attention to the female servants who had been squeezed dry by the male insects and thrown out.
These female insects have been chosen by other male insects, which means they must meet the male insects' criteria for selecting female insects.
Li Yuanqing, fearing that he would reveal his flaws and be noticed by other Zergs, buried his head in searching among these abandoned female Zergs.
Double cleanliness - don't ask me how I clean it, it's double cleanliness anyway.
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