Chapter 158 makes sense.
Shu Maomao, who had not finished reading, took a step forward and grabbed his hand again.
Anselin began to feel that something was wrong. Why did the child suddenly become clingy and reluctant to leave?
The way she used her superpowers to beat him to death just now doesn't seem like she has such deep feelings for him...
Just as Anselin was about to say something to tease him, Shu Maomao suddenly let go of his hand, took a few steps back, stared at him for a while with his brows wrinkled as if they were about to tie into a knot, and then ran away without saying a word, disappearing on the beach.
Anselin: What's going on? Why are you changing your expression so quickly?
She became suspicious and stood there, staring at the brightly lit villa in the distance, thinking about Shu Maomao's strange behavior just now.
Maybe Shu Lan suspected his fake identity, so she let the child try to remove his disguise through physical contact.
The more Anselin thought about it, the more she felt that she was right. Judging from the child's expression, he was probably unhappy because his attempt had failed.
Well, that makes sense.
Shu Maomao jumped twice and sat on the piano stool. Shu Lan stopped playing the piano and asked him with a smile, "Did you enjoy playing?"
"Enjoyable..." Shu Maomao still frowned, as if he had just read a story with a strong aftertaste and was savoring it, and suddenly wanted to share it: "Mommy, him!"
Shu Lan put her hand to her mouth and signaled him with her eyes not to say anything for now, because Anselin had not gone far.
Shu Maomao grabbed her hand and led her into the space. He didn't bother to pay attention to Dazui and Xiaohei, who came forward with a bunch of chestnuts to fawn over him. He couldn't wait to say, "He's also been reborn."
Shu Lan nodded: "Yeah, yeah, I know he was reborn, he said so."
"no."
Shu Maomao wanted to explain, but didn't know where to begin: "I can't explain it clearly. I'll show you tonight."
Shu Lan's curiosity was piqued: "Is it really that complicated?"
Shu Maomao looked around, pointed to a chestnut tree in front of the villa, and said, "Like it, his memory."
"Then I'll go cook. Let's have a simple meal tonight and go to bed early."
Shu Maomao was still absent-minded while eating. He chewed a mouthful of rice for more than ten times and still hadn't swallowed it. This was very different from his usual state.
He opened his mouth several times to say something, but ended up frowning and saying nothing.
Shu Lan remained silent, observing his reaction and trying to guess what kind of memory was making Shu Maomao so conflicted.
Finally, Shu Maomao finished his meal and said, "Mommy, you'd better stop watching."
Shu Lan asked in surprise: "Why?"
"Because he's a fool, and there's nothing interesting about a fool's story. You shouldn't bother with him anymore."
Shu Lan nodded thoughtfully, then slowly speculated, "So, he really did something very wrong to me without my knowledge, and now he's trying to make it up to me?"
"no."
"Or, is it because you are his biological son that he comes to take care of us mother and son?"
“Not really.”
Shu Lan said, "Then just show it to me. You know, he knows it, but I don't. This will make me very uncomfortable."
Shu Maomao started to lose focus again and said, "Mommy, I'm not the number one idiot, am I?"
"Well, no."
"So the you he knew in the other timeline wasn't you either."
It was a bit confusing, but Shu Lan understood. After a pause, she nodded again: "Yes, I'm here. The ones in other timelines are not me."
Shu Maomao's expression remained serious: "I understand, Mommy, you have to remember this. Don't cry like last time after reading this."
Shu Lan nodded vigorously: "Yes, I promise, no matter what I see, I won't cry!"
This made her look forward to it more and more. Not long after eating, when she felt that she had almost digested the food, she immediately washed up and went to bed. She changed into pajamas and lay on the bed, with her hands resting on her belly obediently, saying, "I'm ready."
Even at this point, Shu Maomao was still a little reluctant.
Shu Lan waited for a while but he didn't put his hand on her forehead. She opened her eyes and looked at his tense little face. Her heart softened instantly. She raised her lips and said casually, "Okay, I won't watch it. The story of an idiot is definitely not interesting."
She gently pushed Shu Maomao's arm and said, "I'm sorry. It's Mommy's fault. I shouldn't have let you read it. You're burdened with worries that don't belong to you. You should forget about it as soon as possible. Whatever story he has, it has nothing to do with us."
Shu Maomao said, "Mommy, I don't care about him at all. I'm just afraid that you care. After you read it last time, you treat him differently."
"Is there...?"
Shu Maomao nodded affirmatively: "Yes, you didn't dare to talk to him before, but later you started chatting with him and always smiling."
Shu Lan touched the corner of her mouth in a daze.
Is there?
She looked at the ceiling and explained, "After I knew he was Li Yanli, I felt there was nothing to be afraid of, so I went to talk to him. I was looking for news about the zombies. Yes, I didn't know what the zombies were doing, and I felt insecure."
Shu Maomao curled her lips and put her hand on her forehead: "You're lying again. Close your eyes and you'll see what I'm thinking..."
Shu Lan closed her eyes, and the feeling of slowly falling asleep once again invaded her consciousness, still the perception of being called back by the voice.
"Li Yanli, the coach is looking for you."
In a large stadium, some people were standing in front of the net with badminton rackets, some were doing stretching, the setting sun's light was pouring through the skylight onto their heads, it was evening.
Shu Lan had learned to change her perspective. She saw the boy whose name was called lift his face from under the towel, revealing a handsome, youthful face. His short hair was soaked with sweat, and his eyebrows and eyes were clean, as if they were not tainted by worries.
This should be Li Yanli, a badminton player before the virus outbreak.
"Here we go, coach."
Li Yanli walked up to a middle-aged man who was also wearing sportswear.
Just as Shu Lan expected, it was the lame coach who had stabbed Li Yanli in the back in the last dream, but he looked more decadent and thinner before.
"You don't have to go home tonight. Come to a dinner party with me."
"What dinner?"
The coach lowered his voice and said, "My old friend from the Sports Bureau, whether you can compete and win a medal depends on tonight."
The smile in Li Yanli's eyes slowly disappeared: "I'm ranked first in my class, but I'm not eligible to participate?"
The coach patted him lightly with the notebook in his hand: "Little brat, you don't know anything, don't ask, just go when you are told to go, and have some sense at the dinner table."
Just like when people recall the past, they only remember the most impressive parts, and the unimportant parts in the middle are blank.
Li Yanli's memory is fragmentary, and Shu Lan's dream is also fragmentary.
As soon as the coach finished speaking, the scene changed to the dinner table, with leftovers, empty bottles on the table and under the table, and a smoke-filled box.
Li Yanli sat at a corner of the table with a forbearing expression.
Next to him was a short and fat man wearing a shirt and trousers, with a silver watch on his wrist that Shu Lan didn't recognize. He looked like he held a high position.
The man put his left hand on Li Yanli's shoulder and patted Li Yanli's arm with his right hand. His voice rose and fell, and he was obviously drunk.
"What a great talent... I know... You're one in a million, a future world champion! If you don't participate in the competition, who will?"
Li Yanli received a look from the coach beside him. The corners of his mouth twitched, and he closed his eyes and opened them again, saying humbly, "Thank you for your appreciation, Minister. I'm just a nobody, I can't boast like that."
"Be humble! Young people should be a little arrogant to be interesting. Hahahaha..."
At this time, the people across the table started to jeer, "Come on, Minister, let's go sing. Jin Baoli's table is reserved."
Shu Lan, who was watching the show, was suddenly shocked and extremely surprised.
Kimball? Singing?
The KTV where she got into trouble while working before was also called Kimberly-Clark!
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