Chapter 163 Three Feathers.
Her vision gradually brightened. Shu Maomao, who was sitting next to her, handed her a tissue helplessly, "Mommy, you don't keep your word."
Shu Lan wiped her face, sat up, and said in a muffled voice, "I'm sorry, I overestimated myself. What time is it? Are you hungry? I'll make you breakfast."
"I've eaten."
Shu Lan was surprised: "You've eaten? What did you eat?"
"I know you'll sleep until noon, so I went to find something to eat. I had steamed sweet potatoes and corn for breakfast, and I just cooked some dumplings from the refrigerator. Hurry up and get up and eat."
Shu Maomao got out of bed, put on his shoes, and walked out of the bedroom. His young back concealed his achievements and fame.
Shu Lan took a deep breath, and the emotional impact of the dream faded away, and her eyes became clear again.
Little Shu Lan is not her. She is alive now, living a good life with her son Shu Maomao.
Shu Lan threw back the quilt, put on her slippers, and ran after him to give him the proper praise: "Wow, you can even cook and feed yourself, my baby! Mommy is so touched! You are some kind of deity who has descended to earth..."
She quickly brushed her teeth, sat at the dining table, and ate dumplings face to face with Shu Maomao. While eating, she began to daydream, just like Shu Maomao last night.
So Li Yanli feels indebted to the little Shu Lan who was infected before her rebirth, so she has been taking care of the Shu Lan in this timeline?
There's no need. She has no memory of meeting and falling in love with him...
Oh, now I have it.
Shu Lan was somewhat unhappy when she found out that she was the one who was favored by everyone.
Favorability dropped by 50%.
But he didn't look for her to recognize her, nor did he force Xiao Shulan onto her, which meant that he knew in his heart that they couldn't be considered the same person, and he was as sensible as ever.
The favorability level has risen back to 50%.
That's not right. Since Li Yanli has such early memories, she must know what it's like to be a plunderer. Why didn't she escape from Dr. Zhao's clutches in advance?
"Mommy."
Shu Maomao waved his palm in front of Shu Lan's unfocused eyes, calling her back from her wandering thoughts. His handsome face fell, "I told you not to look at it. You'll keep thinking about him after you do."
Shu Lan nodded guiltily, "Yes, yes, this is the retribution for stealing other people's privacy. Is this all his memories? What happened next?"
"no."
Shu Maomao dipped his chopsticks in soy sauce and drew a brown horizontal line on the white ceramic table.
"This is the timeline you dreamed about last night. Later, you were killed by him, and he also died."
"How did he die?"
Shu Maomao said: "He refused to plunder the supernatural powers of the living. His strength was too weak. On the way home, he died in the zombie tide while trying to save others."
Shu Lan commented: "He really is an idiot. If it was someone else who was plundering, he wouldn't be polite to him."
But this is Li Yanli, a goody-goody who would meddle in other people’s business if he saw a strange woman wandering around the street late at night.
Shu Maomao dipped the brush in fresh soy sauce and drew another line a little further forward from the starting point of the original line. He said, "This is the second line, and there's a third one..."
After drawing a row of lines from long to short, Shu Maomao stopped the tip of his chopsticks on the shortest line: "This is now."
"He was reborn so many times?"
"It's not that he's reborn mommy, it's that he has memories from so many timelines, just like the dream I had last time I used Death Immunity."
"But Jiang He's ability is in you now. Are there two time-reversal abilities in the world?"
"No, there's only this one. It's because of Jiang He..." Shu Maomao took a moment to organize his words, frowned, and said, "Mommy, if I explain everything, I'll have to talk from today to tomorrow."
Shu Lan looked at the horizontal line that took up half the table, thought for a moment, and said, "Then when you have time, create a dream for the rest of it as well."
"No." Shu Maomao pulled out a piece of paper and erased the lines on the table. "Don't look at it, I'm telling you."
"Don't tell me, I'll see."
Shu Maomao folded his arms, leaned back in his chair, and said with a stern face, "I won't give it to you."
Shu Lan didn't say anything. She quickly finished the remaining dumplings, cleaned up the dishes and put them in the automatic sink.
In the kitchen basket were the fresh chestnuts that Xiao Hei and Da Zui had peeled yesterday. She added water and put them in the pot to cook. She went upstairs to change into her pajamas, combed her hair, and finally sat back at the dining table.
Shu Maomao's expression had relaxed, and his eyes followed her movements, changing from displeasure to curiosity.
"Mommy, why aren't you talking?"
Shu Lan said seriously, "Let me tell you a story."
Although he didn't know why she suddenly told stories, Shu Maomao really liked listening to her stories and nodded obediently.
"Once upon a time, there was a child like you and a mother like me. Whenever a child wanted something, such as a toy, he would ask, 'Mom, can you buy me a toy?'"
Shu Maomao asked, "Why does he call me mom and I call him mommy?"
Shu Lan said, "When you grow up, you can be called whatever you want. Don't interrupt me. Eat your fruit and listen to Mommy finish her story."
Shu Maomao picked up the fork, and Shu Lan continued, "His mother said yes, but he had to find three feathers of different colors for her. So the child went to the forest and picked up three feathers of different colors for his mother. His mother took the feathers and bought him a toy."
"The child grew up and went to school. He saw other children had bicycles and wanted one too. He went home and asked, 'Mom, can I have one?' His mother said, 'Yes, but if you get a perfect score on the test, go to the forest and find me three feathers of different colors.'"
Shu Lan's voice became increasingly rhythmic. "And then this kid actually got a perfect score on the test! He found the feather, and his mother actually bought him a bicycle!"
Shu Maomao nodded in agreement, she is a good mother who keeps her word.
"The child grew up and brought home a girl. He asked, 'Mom, I love her very much. Can I marry her?'"
"Mom said: Yes! But you have to buy a house, move out and live with your wife, and go to the forest to find me three feathers of different colors."
Shu Maomao held the fruit in his mouth, and doubts gradually appeared in his eyes.
"This child, like all the others, fulfilled his mother's wishes and married his beloved wife. Eventually, his mother grew very old and was dying of a serious illness. The heartbroken son knelt by her bedside, held her hand, and asked, 'Mom, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?'"
Shu Lan's voice changed to a weak one: "His mother said: Yes, ahem…you go to the forest…"
Shu Maomao couldn't wait to answer, "Looking for feathers?"
His interest was completely piqued, and Shu Lan was very proud of herself. However, her face was still immersed in the play, and she imitated two voices.
"Yes, my son found it very strange and asked, 'Mom, why do you always ask me to help you find feathers of different colors? Can you tell me why?'"
"His mother said: cough cough cough...because..."
Suddenly, the weak voice of the seriously ill old lady disappeared, and Shu Lan straightened her back. She picked up the fork, calmly put a piece of apple into her mouth, and restored her original voice: "Before I could finish my words, this mother died."
Shu Maomao, who was listening to the story attentively, was stunned. His dark eyes blinked in confusion, and then blinked again. He reached out to touch the back of Shu Lan's hand.
Shu Lan quickly retracted her gaze and hands, moving her chair back. "Hey, hey, hey, Shu Maomao, you can't use your supernatural powers to read your mother's memories."
Shu Maomao was very unhappy and chased after him, asking, "Why does his mother want feathers?"
Shu Lan spread her hands and said in a cheeky tone, "I don't know. I'm not that mother."
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