Chapter 135 Bad Son.
Shu Lan picked up a blueberry and stuffed it into his mouth: "Okay, I'll make you whatever you want to eat. It's your birthday and you're the biggest, but do you have to kiss me?"
Shu Maomao put his arms around her neck and gave her a loud kiss on the face, then snuggled up to her in this position and watched her arrange the fruits.
"Is this white thing bath bubbles?"
"No, this is called cream. You haven't tasted it before, right? It's sweet and soft. Go brush your teeth and you can eat it after that."
Shu Maomao jumped off the chair and ran to the bathroom. As he stood on tiptoe to get his toothbrush, the system came over: "According strictly to the time rules of Blue Star civilization, the host's sixth birthday is not today."
Shu Maomao punched it, smashing it to pieces. After it pieced itself together, he coldly threatened it, "Shut up! My mom says it's the day."
The system lowered its eyebrow-like eyes in grievance: "Okay, host."
Shu Maomao didn't even have time to wipe the water off his face after washing it. When he entered the kitchen again, the fruit cake was already placed there with a candle on it. He took a spoon and was about to start when he was grabbed by Shu Lan.
"Eat later, Big Mouth, turn off the lights."
The villa suddenly became pitch black. Shu Lan said, "Baby, light this candle, make a wish, and then blow it out."
This strange ritual had been performed before, always with a single burning object, sometimes a stick of wood, sometimes a picked-up candle.
Even if there was no cake, Shu Lan would let him blow it away and then make a wish.
Shu Maomao lit the candles, closed his eyes and thought: I hope all my mommy's wishes will come true.
He blew out the candles and the lights came on. He looked at Shu Lan with obvious desire in his eyes.
Shu Lan suppressed her laughter and took away the candle: "Alright, eat now."
Shu Maomao took a spoonful, scooped out a large piece and stuffed it into his mouth. The cream that melted in his mouth and the soft cake had a unique taste and aroma, which was a delicacy he had never tasted before.
Shu Lan had never tasted her own creations, so she looked at him expectantly: "Is it delicious?"
Shu Maomao's mouth was too full and he couldn't speak, so he scooped a spoonful and handed it to her.
Shu Lan took a bite and raised her brows: "Oh! I really am a genius in the culinary world."
Shu Maomao scooped another spoonful for her. Shu Lan ate the second spoonful and said, "No more. I want to save some space for the cake. You can eat it all."
When grandma was making meat patties, Shu Lan, like Shu Maomao, squeezed into the kitchen and watched eagerly, remembering the entire process by heart.
After the dough is kneaded, it needs to be left to rest. During this time, Shu Lan begins to stir the meat filling.
Shu Maomao's mouth finally opened: "Mommy, why don't you celebrate your birthday?"
Shu Lan said: "Because I have grown up healthily, the next step is to grow older slowly. I don't want to celebrate my aging."
"Then how do you make a wish?"
"A guy called the God of Destruction has already helped me realize my wish. It doesn't matter whether he grants it or not."
Shu Maomao shook his head: "No, tell me some new wishes."
"I hope Shu Maomao can grow up healthy like me."
"What else?"
"No, it's fine like this now."
Shu Maomao stared at the cake in front of him, put the spoon in his hand on it, and reached out to gently put his hand on her arm.
"Mommy..."
His voice was soft, and hesitation was evident.
Shu Lan turned around, a little puzzled: "Huh?"
"I……"
He said a word, pursed his lips again, and frowned tightly.
"You can't eat anymore, but you're too embarrassed to say it, right?"
Shu Maomao shook his head from side to side, then used his supernatural powers to move the stool closer. He rested his forehead on her shoulder, feeling aggrieved and angry. "I'm a bad son."
Shu Lan raised her eyebrows in surprise: "Why do you say that suddenly?"
Shu Maomao said sullenly, "I have a secret I haven't told you."
He looked unhappy. Shu Lan smiled and said, "It's normal. Everyone has little secrets that they don't want to tell others. I have secrets too."
"It's about your secret. I learned it from Number One, Mommy. I will rob you of your vitality as soon as I'm born. At Number One's, all the women who were injected with the drug died except you. You weren't killed by Dr. Zhao. You were also... killed by me..."
Shu Maomao couldn't continue. He put his arms around Shu Lan's neck and his voice got lower and lower: "I'm sorry, Mommy. Please don't hate me. I will never celebrate my birthday again."
Shu Lan was stunned for a moment, blinked, put down her work, turned around, and tightly wrapped her arms around him. "It's okay, baby, it's really okay. I just died at Number One. I'm still alive here. And it was me who decided to give birth to you. I deserve to have my vitality robbed. I can't blame you."
"You get tired easily because of me..."
Shu Lan said seriously, "No, I survived because of you, Shu Maomao. I'm so happy, so happy that you came into this world and became my family. Not to mention vitality, I'm willing to give you all the best things. So this is a day worth celebrating. Don't feel sorry for me. I absolutely, absolutely can't hate you. Mom will always love you."
Shu Maomao hugged her tightly: "I will love you forever too!"
"Uh - son, let go...I'm going to strangle your mother..."
Shu Maomao quickly let go. Shu Lan gasped and patted his butt gently: "You don't even know how strong you are. Tell me, can't you finish the cake?"
"I can finish it. I want to eat more meat pie."
"I know, I know."
After a hearty meal, Shu Maomao, with a round belly, landed at the cafeteria door with Shu Lan.
Shu Lan picked up the intercom and said, "Start playing."
Zhou Dahu's voice immediately rang out from the loudspeakers above the base: "Today is our Master Maomao's birthday. Our District Nine Choir has recorded a song for him, wishing him a healthy and happy growth."
Warm and cheerful music sounded, and some familiar voices sang loudly.
“It’s your birthday today, I send you my best wishes.
Special days have big smiles.
We come together with full of love.
I wish you good luck always.
..."
Shu Maomao didn't feel impatient this time. Instead, she nodded gently to the rhythm of the song, shook Shu Lan's hand, and pointed to the distance: "Mommy, there are guests."
At the same time, the survivors who had traveled thousands of miles and used all kinds of means to make the arduous journey to District 9 dragged their exhausted bodies into the famous Exile City.
We were so tired that we couldn't even speak. The team had no other thoughts except moving forward.
The outskirts of District 9 were still an uncleared ruin. The further in, the more desperate their faces became.
"It's such a big place, where should I go to find the base?"
"It doesn't look like there's anyone here. Are they really here?"
Because they lacked confidence, they temporarily stopped and moved out of the radio station.
Under the gaze of the crowd, the communicator held the microphone and continued to call: "Hello, hello, this is District 32, District 9 received, please answer, received, please answer."
The radio made a crackling sound, and what was clearer than the answer was the background music, a group of people singing cheerfully and enthusiastically. You could clearly hear that every word was sung with great effort.
"Say bye! bye to all the troubles!
Say hi! hi! to all the happiness!
Dear! Dear! Happy! Birthday!
Every day is wonderful! ”
The survivors of District 32 fell silent: ...
What the hell?
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