Chapter 55
Looking at the tiny glimmers of light in those crystal clear light blue eyes, Su Ci's heart moved. He hesitated for a moment, then reached out and pressed his hand on the top of the child's head, rubbing it gently.
Number Three didn't dodge his hand.
He only lowered his head slightly, his little hands nervously holding the flute, his body a little tense, but his performance was much better than when his ears were touched before.
Then he heard the breeder say, "When you don't like something, you have to learn to say no, just like yesterday."
Number Three raised his little head slightly.
From his perspective, the breeder was no longer a mystery, and the information he received was no longer chaotic. The mystery seemed to have been opened up to him, just like that day—
He wanted to grasp the colorful world, but in the end, he just grasped the hand that the keeper extended to him.
Number Three felt unexpectedly calm. He didn't seem to be so resistant to interacting with the breeder, nor did he mind him entering his own world.
"Protect yourself."
Number Three nodded, "Yeah, okay."
The soft and sweet child's voice sounds like a kitten calling softly, which is sweet enough to touch people's hearts.
Then, he was patted on the head by the breeder again.
I don’t know if it’s because he’s used to it, but when No. 3 was touched on the head again, he felt less nervous, because... the hand touching the top of his head was really warm.
Next, No. 3 continued to practice playing the flute.
The child's flute sound is not as lively as that of No. 8, and is intermittent. It is probably because he is too quiet in his daily life and lacks exercise, so his lung capacity is not that strong.
For a beginner like No. 3, playing the flute is a very strenuous job, and he needs to take a break after playing a few notes.
However, he did not complain. He practiced seriously, adjusting his breathing bit by bit, and using not only his ears but also his mental strength to feel the vibration of the sound.
After listening for a while, Su Ci began to feel sleepy again.
He couldn't help but yawn with his hands covering his mouth. He hadn't thought of many ways to help the earth recover, but he had spent a lot of soul power on these cubs.
However, Su Ci was used to being willful, and he didn't care about wasting time. After all, he was mentally prepared to spend millions of years, so there was no need to be so anxious.
The young man looked tired, wondering whether to go back for a nap or to walk around Base 24 as planned.
But at this moment, a sneaky figure of a dog appeared at the door of the activity room.
Number 8, who was supposed to be carried back to the room by 4586 to rest, appeared at the door of the activity room again. The nanny robot followed behind him, and a look of worry appeared in its electronic eyes.
"Huh!"
The little wolf cub sneezed and couldn't help but wrap his warm coat tightly around himself. After discovering that there were only No. 2, No. 3, No. 6, and the keeper in the activity room, he walked in.
As he walked past No. 2, he inadvertently met the red-brown tiger eyes of the red-haired boy.
Number Two was looking at him with a look that the little wolf cub couldn't understand, but which was hard to describe.
The little wolf cub was puzzled, but did not show any fear.
He raised his chin and walked over carelessly without paying attention to No. 2's reaction.
Number Eight was so cold that he was unconscious. Now that he has woken up, he doesn't remember clinging to the little tiger and hugging him tightly to keep warm.
Number Two watched him walk past him, and looking at his expression, he knew that the little wolf cub probably had no memory of what had just happened.
He felt relieved, but at the same time, he couldn't help but feel a little angry.
This wolf cub... is so ungrateful!
The little wolf cub had already forgotten about number two. He looked around the floor of the activity room, as if looking for something. When he didn't find anything, he moved towards number three.
"Su Ci, have you seen my bamboo flute?" He looked around No. 3 and Su Ci, but couldn't find it, so he had to ask.
"I just fainted from the cold. When I woke up in my room, I found that my bamboo flute was missing!"
The little wolf cub was a little anxious. He looked around the activity room but couldn't find any trace of the flute. He ran back again and was about to ask No. 3, but suddenly remembered that he was blind, so he closed his mouth again.
He swung his big furry tail unhappily and speculated, "Did Number Seven pick it up?"
Su Ci recalled and nodded.
"Why didn't you stop him..."
Su Ci originally thought that the little wolf would go directly to No. 7 to ask for it back, but he didn't expect that he would just complain once, then sit down next to him with his ears drooping.
He looked at the little wolf and was about to say something when he heard him say, "So, Number Seven is okay? He was so cold just now, like a popsicle!"
Thinking of the popsicle, the little wolf cub smacked his lips. Actually, the popsicle was quite delicious. Although he was still a little cold, he couldn't help drooling when he thought of the taste of the popsicle.
"Well, he's fine now." Su Ci looked at him, "Aren't you going to ask him to return your flute?"
Although it was essentially just a paper flute, Su Ci could make him another one, but given the little wolf's personality, it was indeed a bit abnormal for him not to ask for it back immediately.
After all, Su Ci could still see how much the little wolf cub treasured the bamboo flute.
The little wolf cub sat cross-legged, his elbows resting on his knees, his chin supported by one hand, looking very distressed. When he heard Su Ci's question, he sighed and said, "You don't understand."
Su Ci's curiosity was immediately aroused.
"Tell me?"
Even Number Three, who was practicing the flute seriously next to him, pricked up his ears.
Number Eight didn't know what to do in the first place, but now there was someone willing to listen to him, and it was the breeder he felt he could trust. Without struggling for a moment, he confided his thoughts to the breeder.
"Didn't I go berserk that day and strangle Number Seven until he fainted?" The young boy pressed his palms against his cheeks, stretching his chubby cheeks out of shape.
Su Ci watched him destroy his face and felt a little itchy.
"Are you listening to me?" asked the little wolf cub.
"Yeah." Su Ci nodded.
In fact, the situation might be more serious than what No. 8 said. If Su Ci had arrived a little later, No. 7 might have died.
"It's not entirely my fault, is it?" The little wolf couldn't help but defend himself. "I was the one who got the flute first. He was the one who didn't speak to me properly. Not only did he steal my flute, he also called me stupid. That's why I was so angry!"
Su Ci nodded again, "Well, you're right."
The little wolf cub was instantly flattered. He subconsciously wanted to speak louder, but suddenly noticed something. He looked back at number two and number six, then at number three next to him. He moved closer to Su Ci and continued to speak in a low voice.
"But... I suddenly discovered today that number seven is really small, almost the same size as number three..." When the little wolf cub said this, his facial features wrinkled into a ball.
"Number seven is very small, so what?" Su Ci asked calmly.
"So..." the little wolf cub hesitated, "Shouldn't I have pinched him like that? I think he almost died from it. The scar on his neck hasn't healed to this day... He looked so pitiful..."
The little wolf cub unknowingly spoke out his true feelings and at the same time expressed his confusion.
He felt sorry for Number Seven, but he also felt that it was not entirely his fault. However, there was a feeling in his heart pushing him, making him feel that he would feel very uncomfortable if he didn't do something.
Moreover, this discomfort may continue.
So even if Number Seven took his bamboo flute, he couldn't ask him for it back with a clear conscience like he did before.
"So, what should I do now?" the little wolf cub said blankly.
Maybe it's because habit becomes nature. He can now naturally ask the keeper for help and even express his secret thoughts to him.
For the little wolf cub, this had never happened before. Even before he was sent to the nursery, there was no one in the environment where he grew up that he could trust.
He actually became a little uneasy after he said it, but the breeder never let him down.
He heard the young man say in a gentle voice: "If that's the case, then you just need to apologize for the part you did wrong."
"Apologize?"
"Yeah." Su Ci nodded, "Go find him and say sorry. If you feel that this is not enough, you can give him some more compensation."
Upon hearing this, the young boy couldn't help but support his cheek with one hand and fell into confusion again.
After a long while, the little wolf cub spoke reluctantly, "Can I just make amends without an apology? Saying sorry to someone else...that's weird."
The little wolf cub has grown up but has never apologized to anyone. In the environment where he grew up, whoever has the bigger fist has the final say. If he does something wrong and is caught, he will be beaten. There has never been any apology.
Of course, after arriving at the nursery, the nanny robot also educated him in this way, but the little wolf cub, who had already formed his own set of ideas, did not agree with the robot's education.
Su Ci glanced at him and said, "Others may be able to do it, but number seven..."
Thinking of the little white deer crying while eating, the young man said seriously, "He should want your apology more."
The little wolf pouts slightly.
After a while, he asked again with a hopeful attitude, "Does an apology really have to happen?"
Su Ci shrugged, "If you want to feel better."
After saying this, Su Ci stopped trying to persuade him. He left the decision to the little wolf cub. He was also curious about what choice this little wolf who always said one thing and meant another would make in the end.
Perhaps this was indeed a very difficult decision for the little wolf cub. He frowned and thought for a while, then suddenly looked up at Number Three who had started practicing again next to him.
He stood up, squeezed in and sat down next to the little boy, then asked, "Number Three, do you also think I should apologize to Number Seven?"
Although the little boy pretended to be nonchalant, the little wolf knew that he must have heard their conversation. However, he didn't seem to mind being known by Number Three, probably because...
They are good friends now!
And with Number Three's personality, he will definitely not tell lies everywhere. Just like the breeder, he is a friend worthy of his trust!
When the little wolf cub squeezed towards him, the little boy stopped playing and quietly moved to the side. As a result, the little wolf cub squeezed towards him again, wanting to stick close to him.
Number Three frowned and reluctantly gave up his little action. Then he tilted his head and thought carefully for a while before giving his suggestion.
He nodded and hummed softly in a baby voice.
"Ah... Even you think I should go and apologize..." The wolf cub's expression fell again, and then he stood up resignedly, "Alright then, I'll go and apologize to him! And then get the flute back."
Strangely, after making this decision, the little wolf cub actually felt that his mood became more relaxed.
He grinned, a smile returning to his face.
"Number Three, I'll come to you to play the flute this afternoon!" He patted the little boy's shoulder gently and said cheerfully, with no worries in his energetic green eyes again.
Number Three listened to his hearty laughter, clenched the flute in his little hands, and finally nodded imperceptibly.
Su Ci looked at the two of them. Although the noise from Number Six was still ringing in his ears, he unexpectedly felt that his mood had improved.
Room 502 of the nursery.
After watching 4586 send No. 8 into the room, Little White Deer also came back.
He didn't know that the little wolf cub had returned to the activity room after waking up. At this moment, he was sitting on the edge of his little bed, with his legs hanging in the air, holding the bamboo flute in both hands, unable to let go.
This flute is really beautiful! It also has a very fresh smell. He can keenly distinguish that it must be made of some kind of plant.
Of course, he didn't recognize the plant.
It would be great if he could see it in the future... Then, he couldn't help but feel sorry.
Hey, how come such a beautiful flute belongs to that big stupid wolf on number eight? And I don't know where the big stupid wolf learned to play the flute...
Although his playing was not pleasant at all, he at least managed to create changes in the sound.
The little white deer was a little depressed. The thing he cared about most was controlled by the person he hated the most. This feeling was really bad!
However, no matter how much he liked it, Little White Deer never thought of owning the flute.
When he meets the big stupid wolf again, he will return the flute to him, and then...
Do you want to say thank you to him?
Thinking of this, the little white deer couldn't help but puff up his cheeks.
He was certainly reluctant, but... the big stupid wolf did help him and was even frozen unconscious. If he didn't express his gratitude, he would always feel like there was a stone pressing on his heart and feel uncomfortable.
However, for the little white deer, thanking his old enemy still requires great determination.
After all, he still remembered that the big stupid wolf almost strangled him to death.
The little white deer sighed deeply and lay back on its little bed. Its silvery-white curls fell on the sheets and spread out gently, revealing two leaf-shaped ears.
He let go of the flute, grabbed his ears, and pulled at them out of boredom.
Speaking of which...
The little white deer pulled the pillow over, buried his face in it, rubbed it hard, and then let go with some boredom.
It is more comfortable to bury a big fluffy tail, but unfortunately, he does not have a tail like the big stupid wolf.
The little white deer turned sideways and reached out to touch its tail.
His tail was small and short, and could be easily covered by the loose cub clothes so that it would not be exposed. He himself could not see clearly what it looked like, but it felt like a small ball.
Although the fur is also soft, it is not like the big and fluffy fur of the big stupid wolf, and you can bury your face in it.
So enviable...
The little white deer loosened his tail and lay on the bed in a daze. Not long after, 4586 brought him lunch.
The power of his bloodline had just erupted, and his body was in a state of fatigue. After replenishing the energy, he was very sleepy and his eyelids kept drooping.
However, the little white deer didn't want to sleep. He lay on the bed and kept his eyelids open.
until……
The snow-white ears of the same color as the fur moved slightly. The little white deer turned his head to look at the door, only to see the tightly closed metal door slowly open. In the backlight, the figure of the young man came into his sight.
It's the breeder!
The little white deer was a little happy, but before it could sit up, it saw a pair of furry ears popping out from behind the young man, followed by the head of the little wolf cub.
The little boy who was still lying in bed was stunned.
Number Eight is awake? Is he... coming to ask him for the flute?
Then, he heard the voices of the wolf cub and the breeder. Unlike his usual loud voice, the wolf cub lowered his voice at this time.
"He seems to be sleeping..."
The little wolf cub covered his mouth and whispered, "How about we do it another day..."
Hearing this, the little boy blinked, and a hint of confusion appeared in his blue-black eyes.
When did Number Eight become so considerate? Knowing the flute was with him, shouldn't he have rushed in and snatched it away? Why would he change his mind just because he was sleeping?
"Are you sure?" the breeder's gentle voice sounded.
Then the little wolf cub stopped answering.
Number Seven lowered his head slightly. He could see the shadow of the wolf cub on the ground. His big, fluffy tail was wagging back and forth, but he knew that it was not a wagging of happiness.
When the little wolf is happy, the frequency of wagging its tail is much higher than it is now. Now it may be thinking or struggling.
How strange...
The little white deer observed for a while and simply sat up - anyway, he had never thought of stealing the wolf cub's flute from the beginning.
He only picked up the flute because he saw it fall to the ground and didn't want it to be broken or lost. He had originally planned to return it to No. 8 when he went to the activity room tomorrow.
Since he has come to ask for it, just give it back to him.
The little boy suddenly sat up, startling the boy who was tentatively taking a foot in.
"Why are you awake?" Number 8 said subconsciously.
The little white deer had a tense face, not wanting to show weakness in front of Number Eight. He reached out and took the bamboo flute that he had just casually placed on the bed, then got off the bed.
Under the blank gaze of Number Eight, he ran over with his short legs and stuffed the bamboo flute back into the boy's hand.
"Give it back to you!"
After doing all this coolly, the little white deer suddenly stopped. He opened his mouth, but he just couldn't say the words of thanks.
Number Eight was holding the bamboo flute that he had lost and found again. He was able to get it back from Number Seven without saying a word, but he was not as happy as he had imagined.
He looked at the little boy's slightly pale face. He didn't know if it was a psychological effect, but he felt that the marks on the little white deer's neck seemed to be darker in color.
Finally, the little wolf cub spoke awkwardly: "Does the wound on your neck still hurt?"
Hearing the boy's words, the little white deer subconsciously raised his hand and touched his neck. He didn't expect the little wolf cub to bring up this matter on his own initiative.
The little boy didn't answer for a moment, and the wolf cub glanced at him, then turned away and looked at the wall, saying to himself, "I didn't mean to do that that day... I'm sorry."
Upon hearing this, the little white deer was completely stunned.
He stared at the boy in front of him, who was a head taller than him, and couldn't help but wonder, could this be someone else pretending to be him? Otherwise, why would Big Stupid Wolf apologize to him!
The little wolf cub said sorry awkwardly, his entire neck turning red. He didn't know why. These three words were obviously very simple, but saying them felt more difficult than asking him to duel with number two.
But after he really said it out loud, he felt much more comfortable.
It doesn’t seem that difficult!
The little wolf cub turned his head and looked at the confused little boy. He felt a little embarrassed again and continued to add.
"But, I was the one who got the flute first that day. I did nothing wrong in taking it back from you. I won't apologize for that!"
The breeder said that he only needed to apologize for the part he did wrong. If he didn't do anything wrong, he didn't need to apologize.
As soon as the little wolf cub said this, the atmosphere became a little stiff again.
Number Eight also vaguely felt that he shouldn't have said the latter sentence, but he really didn't think he was wrong.
Yes, he was not wrong in the first place! He has now apologized for his mistakes!
The little wolf cub thought so and became more confident. Of course, he also felt that just one sentence could offset his mistake, which seemed a bit light-hearted.
Because if it was him, and someone almost killed him, and then apologized to him, asking him to forgive that person would be absolutely impossible!
The vengeful Ye Canglang will never forgive so easily!
So, after putting himself in the other person's shoes, the little wolf cub felt that this way of apologizing was not working.
So he also felt that the current somewhat uncomfortable atmosphere was probably caused by Little White Deer's unwillingness to accept his apology. So, did he have to use something else to compensate Number Seven?
Just when Number 8 was thinking seriously, he heard——
"Well, it was my fault that day. I didn't follow the rules, and I apologize to you."
"sorry."
The little boy spoke in a gentle tone, without the sharpness of the usual mocking tone, nor the sourness and sensitivity after crying. His childish voice sounded unexpectedly soft.
This time, it was the little wolf cub's turn to be stunned.
He lowered his head to look at Number Seven, but the child lowered his head with his fingers awkwardly clenched together. Number Eight could only see his small silver-white curly hair, which was fluffy and soft, and he looked quite well-behaved.
Then, he heard the child say, "Also... thank you for being so active when my blood was raging..."
The little white deer paused, feeling too embarrassed to directly mention that Number Eight had hugged him, so he had to change the words, "Well, you helped me at that time, thank you."
“Ah… um…”
The young boy, who was facing this kind of scene for the first time, scratched his hair helplessly.
Number 7 actually...
Thank him! I've never seen anything like this before! But...
"Huh? Did your bloodline go berserk? When did it happen?" The boy asked with a confused look on his face. "How come I didn't know about this?"
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