Chapter 64
The rain lasted for a long time. When Jiaojiao woke up, it was already afternoon and the sky was still gray because of the heavy rain.
After waking up, Jiaojiao buried her head in her father's arms, then fiddled with her little hands and feet and stretched lazily.
After stretching, Jiaojiao, who was still a little dazed, looked up at her father in the dim room. When she found that her father had not woken up yet and did not make a fuss, she stayed quietly in her father's arms, lowered her head and played with her hands.
The rain was still falling outside. Jiaojiao's furry ears moved and he tilted his head back to look out the window. After looking for a while and seeing nothing, he looked away, grabbed a strand of his father's golden hair and played with it in his hand, while waiting obediently for his father to wake up.
Outside the yard, on the street, and in the deserted city, the orcs brought out all the clay pots and jars that could be used to collect water from their homes, washed them with rainwater, and then stored the rainwater on the spot.
They took out everything that could be washed in the house, such as clothes, tables, chairs and bedding.
Some orcs took off their clothes and stood in their own yards to take a bath, while the little orcs who saw rain for the first time gathered on the streets in the heavy rain with curiosity, and had water fights in the potholes.
All the orcs had smiles on their faces, celebrating the rare heavy rain in the deserted city.
The heavy rain brought the entire deserted city back to life from its dead silence.
The orcs welcomed the rain in various ways, and their excitement and joy could not be concealed in their hearts.
They, the beastmen, also have gods!
The gods bestowed their blessings, not only restoring water to the abandoned wells, but also sending down such a heavy rain!
May God live forever!
In the room, Jiaojiao, who had been playing in his father's arms for a while, felt hungry. He lowered his head to pat his rumbling stomach, looked up at his father, and tilted his head when he found that his father was still asleep.
Hungry Jiaojiao crawled out of his father's arms and climbed down the small steps beside the bed.
Ever since Jiaojiao fell on his butt the last time he got out of bed, Hesniemen built two small steps made of vines beside the bed to make it easier for Jiaojiao to get in and out of bed.
When Jiaojiao got out of bed, she saw a pile of things on the carpet by the window.
He came and sat down on the carpet, turning over the things in front of him with his little hands, and as he turned, he whispered the things he knew: "Clothes, shoes, hats, huh? Don't know?"
Jiaojiao tilted his head when he saw something he didn't recognize, then skipped over the unfamiliar things and continued to search. When he found a box full of shiny things, he couldn't help but take one out and looked at it for a long time.
As he watched, he couldn't help but try to lick it with his tongue. The sweet taste was transmitted to his brain through the taste buds on his tongue, and Jiaojiao's eyes suddenly lit up.
"Sweet, candy." Jiaojiao put the candy in his hand into his mouth and continued to rummage with his eyes curved. Finally, he found several bags of dried meat of different ferocious beasts in cloth bags.
Having learned from the lesson that Jiaojiao couldn't chew overly old meat, Hesnemen made the jerky this time using the tenderest meat from the ferocious beasts, and it wasn't too dry, making it very suitable for Jiaojiao to grind her teeth while still being able to chew it.
Outside the house, Arela, who had received instructions from Hesnemen in advance, calculated the time and prepared the meal in the kitchen. Then, together with his brother Ares, they ran into the house along the eaves in the heavy rain, holding the food in their hands.
They placed the food on the dining table and waited for a long time but Jiaojiao did not come out from the inner room.
The two beasts looked at each other, and finally Arela mustered up the courage to push open the door to the inner room. She carefully poked her head in and saw Jiaojiao sitting on the carpet, chewing the dried meat with some difficulty.
Arela secretly glanced at the unresponsive god on the bed, and quickly waved to Jiaojiao.
Seeing Arela, Jiaojiao reluctantly put the half-eaten dried meat into the pocket in front of her belly, then climbed up with her hands supporting the ground and her butt sticking out.
"Sister Arela, why are you calling Jiaojiao?" Jiaojiao looked up at her as she walked to the door. There was a little doubt in her big eyes, and the furry ears on her head shook with his movements.
Arela smiled and lowered his voice, "I'm calling you to eat."
Jiaojiao looked back at her father lying on the bed and said, "But Dad hasn't woken up yet."
Arela: "The Lord God won't wake up yet. He told me before he went to sleep that he wanted me to make sure Jiaojiao eats on time."
"But if daddy doesn't see Jiaojiao when he wakes up, she'll get lost." Jiaojiao frowned in distress.
"No, he won't get lost at home. You see, there is only one door in our yard. If the Lord God wants to get lost, he must go through that door. We are eating in the outer room. As soon as the Lord God comes out, we will be able to see him, right?" Arela said patiently.
Jiaojiao scratched her cheek, thought for a while and found that Sister Arei was right, so she followed Sister Arei out.
Because of the excessive pampering of the gods, Jiaojiao still can't use chopsticks and spoons. Every time he eats, he is only responsible for holding the bowl and drinking porridge. The gods will pick up the vegetables and meat and feed them to him.
Arela and Ares, who had watched several times, felt that the Lord God was too doting on his cubs.
At the dinner table, Jiaojiao, sitting on a special chair, held the bowl in both hands, buried her head in a sip of white porridge, and then raised her head to eat a bite of the food fed to her by her sister Arela.
The fragrant food fell into her mouth. Jiaojiao, with bulging cheeks, curved her bright eyes. After swallowing the food in her mouth, she looked up at Arela. Her voice sounded soft and a little happy: "It's delicious. Sister Arela's cooking is delicious."
Arela blinked, then raised the corners of his mouth in joy and fed the baby even more vigorously.
Ares, who was standing by, noticed that Arela was becoming more and more cheerful, and couldn't help but look puzzled.
Is it necessary to be so happy about feeding a dish?
Arela, who kept feeding Jiaojiao food, ignored her brother's puzzled look and fixed her eyes on Jiaojiao's bulging cheeks. A sense of satisfaction emerged in her heart. She thought that she might understand the feelings of the gods.
No matter who you are, after feeding these well-behaved, soft, and very supportive white cubs, you will become addicted to this feeling.
Jiaojiao stopped eating halfway through the meal. He held the remaining porridge in the bowl and said seriously, "I'm going to leave it for Dad."
Arela was puzzled: "But the Lord God is sleeping?"
Jiaojiao nodded her little head, and her furry ears swayed back and forth as he moved. She said in a serious voice, "Jiaojiao knows Daddy is sleeping, but he'll be hungry when he wakes up, so we have to save it for him."
"But the Lord God said he would sleep for a long time." Ares said from the side.
"If you sleep for too long, you'll be hungry when you wake up. Save some for daddy to eat when he wakes up." Jiaojiao held the bowl with a serious look on her face. She looked at them with her dark, bright eyes, and spoke in a very organized manner.
After they couldn't communicate with each other, Arela was helpless. Living in a deserted city since she was a child had developed the habit of being frugal with food, so when she cooked, she deliberately cooked according to their respective appetites.
She and Ares ate quickly, and they had already finished their own portion while Jiaojiao was slowly drinking the porridge, so there was no extra food left for the sleeping god.
Seeing that Jiaojiao was determined to leave her meal for her father, she walked over, touched Jiaojiao's stomach and asked, "Are you full?"
Jiaojiao, who wasn't very full, was afraid that sister Arela wouldn't let her leave any food for her father, so she deliberately puffed out her belly and raised her voice, "I'm full."
Arela was helpless, but finally suppressed his heartache about the waste of food and let Jiaojiao successfully bring the porridge back to the inner room and place it on the low table in front of the window.
Anyway, these foods belong to the gods. She and her brother Ares are able to eat and drink for free thanks to this house. It is not impossible for the little god to waste them.
Comforting herself in this way, Arela went to the kitchen to make some new food for Jiaojiao. Of course, having learned her lesson, she made double the portion this time.
As she did so, she looked up at the rain outside and sincerely hoped that the rain would last longer.
There has been no rain in the deserted city for many years. Not only the seven-year-old girl, but even her nine-year-old brother has never seen rain.
When the rain started, they were confused for a long time before they realized it was raining from the faint cheers of their fellow tribesmen.
Arela raised his hand to catch the water falling from the sky, and sighed in his heart, so this is rain!
The rain did indeed last for a long time as the entire beast tribe wished, and it gradually stopped in the afternoon of the third day.
The golden sunlight peeked out from the clouds, water was dripping from under the dilapidated eaves, and on the wet ground, some green sprouts were tremblingly popping out in the corners of the walls.
For thousands of years, apart from the two trees created by Jiaojiao, this was the first time that life blossomed on this barren and desolate land.
The orcs, extremely excited, were squatting in groups of three or five in the corners of the deserted city. Their rough and fierce faces showed expressions that looked like foolish smiles. Their usually fierce eyes looked at the green buds in the corners cautiously and hopefully, and they didn't even dare to breathe too loudly, as if they were afraid of scaring these little green buds.
With the presence of gods, little green sprouts can even grow in their deserted city. It all seems so wonderful, like an extremely beautiful dream!
The rain stopped. Arela popped his head out of the house and knocked on the door to the inner room. "Jiaojiao, the rain has stopped. Do you want to go out for a walk?"
"No." Jiaojiao opened the door and looked up at Arela and said, "Jiaojiao wants to stay with daddy.
During these three days, except for eating, Jiaojiao stayed in the room with her father. She played with toys on the carpet during the day, and when she felt sleepy at night, she would automatically climb onto the bed and roll into her father's arms to sleep.
Arela was afraid that he would feel bored staying in the inner room, so he would often call him out to play, but he usually couldn't play for long, and Jiaojiao would go back to the inner room to accompany his father.
Arela had never seen a cub so clingy to its father in his life.
She squatted down. "There's a bonfire party tonight. Bonfires will be lit everywhere in the deserted city. A bonfire is a fire made by piling up lots of firewood. The red flames will burn high. Everyone will sing and dance around the bonfire, and there will be lots of delicious food. It's going to be beautiful and lively. Don't you want to go, Jiaojiao?"
As she described, Jiaojiao's eyes became brighter and brighter, and she said crisply, "I do."
Seeing that he wanted to go, Arela breathed a sigh of relief: "Then how about we go together later?"
"No." Jiaojiao shook her head with sparkling eyes: "Jiaojiao wants to stay at home with Daddy and can't go."
Ares was extremely surprised and once again tried his best to describe everything that happened at the bonfire party to Jiaojiao.
You can see that as she described, Jiaojiao's black eyes became brighter and brighter, and he would open his mouth slightly and exclaim in anticipation as she described. His whole little face was full of anticipation, but in the end, Jiaojiao still shook his head and refused to go to the bonfire party.
Because in his little heart, dad is more important than anything fun, beautiful or delicious.
Meeting those bright, dark, and sincere eyes, Arela felt discouraged, but at the same time, he understood why the gods doted on him so much.
With a cub like this whose heart and eyes are filled with you, who wouldn’t hold it in their hands and pamper it?
When it came to the bonfire party, only Ares went. Arela, who was worried about Jiaojiao, decided to stay at home with Jiaojiao.
Brother Ares originally planned not to go, but was persuaded by Arela to go. After all, it is rare for the deserted city to hold such a bonfire party, and if you miss it, you don’t know when it will be available again.
The sunset glow slowly covered the ground. Jiaojiao, who had just come out of the house to use the restroom, tilted her head in confusion when she saw Arela in the yard: "Why isn't Sister Arela going to the Fire Party?"
Arela, who was standing under a tree looking into the distance, turned around after hearing the noise and met Jiaojiao's gaze. She tilted her head and thought for a moment: "Hmm, I suddenly don't want to go."
"But the fire party was very lively and beautiful." Jiaojiao began to repeat Sister Arei's previous description. At this moment, a low shout was heard from outside the yard.
That was the voice of Arela's best friend, Li Liuliu. She went to the bonfire party and didn't see her friend, so she bravely came over and whispered to her friend to go to the bonfire party together.
"Sister Arei, you go and play. Jiaojiao will be good." I vaguely felt that Sister Arei was worried about her Jiaojiao, so I tilted my little face up and made the promise seriously.
With the calls of his friends outside and Jiaojiao's assurances inside, Arela, who was only seven years old, was finally moved. After repeatedly instructing Jiaojiao, he followed his friends away with an expectant look on his face.
After Arela left, the yard became quiet. Jiaojiao was stunned for a moment, then turned around, went to the bathroom, and returned to the inner room.
In the quiet room, Hesnemon was still sleeping on the bed surrounded by vines, his long golden hair spread on the ground along the dark green bedside.
Jiaojiao was sitting on the carpet playing with toys. As time passed, faint cheers came from far away outside. Hearing the sound, Jiaojiao blinked, supported herself on the ground and got up. She went to the window and looked out on tiptoe. A faint firelight was coming from the distant sky.
Jiaojiao, who couldn't hear clearly, ran out of the inner room with her short legs, came to the yard and opened the door, hoping to hear more clearly.
When she pushed open the door, what came into view was a small bonfire. Jiaojiao blinked blankly and raised her head to look outside.
What caught the eye along the entire street were one flaming red bonfire after another, stretching all the way into the distance, as if connected to the distant stars. It was extremely beautiful.
These bonfires were specially lit for the little god after the orcs knew that the little god could not come.
Bonfires represent blessings and the dispelling of bad luck. Although the beastmen know that the gods do not need these, when facing the young gods, they still unconsciously care for and love them, and quietly light a bonfire outside the street.
Jiaojiao, who was sitting on the doorstep with her hands on her knees and watching the bonfire obediently, blinked, then pursed her lips and smiled with her eyebrows curved.
As she watched, Jiaojiao stood up curiously and walked forward, stretching out her little hand to touch the flame.
Seeing this, Zela, who was staying in the corner, came out quickly and said in a clear voice with a hint of muttering, "Don't touch it."
Startled, Jiaojiao withdrew her hand, raised her head and looked at him innocently with a pair of bright eyes.
Meeting the innocence in his eyes, Zera reached out his hand expressionlessly to touch the flame, then withdrew his hand and covered it with a look of pain.
Jiaojiao was so frightened that her eyes widened. She quickly stood on tiptoe and raised her hand to grab his hand.
Zela bent down to show him her hands. Jiaojiao stood on tiptoe and held his hands on both sides, puffing out her cheeks and blowing hard: "Blow, it hurts so much."
After she finished blowing, Jiaojiao looked up at Zela and said with a stern face, "Brother is not a good boy and is doing something dangerous."
Zera, who hadn't actually touched the flame, looked down at him, her ocean-blue eyes devoid of emotion.
Feeling a little guilty, Jiaojiao pulled his hand and walked into the house, saying in a vague tone, "Brother, I have some candy. I'll give you some."
Zela let Jiaojiao hold her hand, bent down and cooperated with him to walk into the house.
This little god is quite troublesome to some extent!
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