Chapter 203 He cares about me.
Shu Lan suddenly didn't know what to say, and the air suddenly became quiet.
It was Shu Maomao who broke the silence first: "Mom, your room is ready. I'll go put my bed next door. Call me if you need anything."
Shu Lan smiled at him and said, "Go ahead. Thank you for your hard work, my dear. Mommy loves you."
After saying those sweet words and closing the door, Shu Lan immediately changed her tone to complaining, "Look, you're talking so corny that even my son couldn't stand it and ran away."
Li Yanli: ...
He just said he likes eating fish, how can it be corny like "Mommy loves you"?
Their super hearing doesn't mean they can hear everything. Most sounds are mixed together, like the messy background noise at a construction site. Only the movements they are particularly interested in will be captured and listened to carefully.
Recently, he and Shu Lan have been chatting about random things every day. He thinks Shu Maomao may be too lazy to listen to their nonsense.
Li Yanli asked, "Do you still think of yourself as a substitute, Master Cook?"
Shu Lan leaned back in her chair and sighed deliberately, "I was originally a pure and innocent fish, but with your memories added to it, it became fragrant and spicy. I can't tell whether it was grilled or steamed. This may be the price of overflowing curiosity."
Shu Lan had no doubt that if she had not let Shu Maomao read Li Yanli's memories, Li Yanli would really have treated her as a female friend from beginning to end.
Then she would never know until her death that someone had done so much for her, and then rot away in obscurity.
He was so stupid, so stupid that Shu Lan didn't even want to care about whether he was a substitute or not.
"Look at the numbers on each page; that's Shu Maomao's age. Unfortunately, he was even cuter when he was little, and I even tricked him into wearing little girls' clothes, but I couldn't take a picture of him then. Later, when I made him wear them again, it was hard to trick him. How did that little kid suddenly grow up so tall? It happened so quickly."
When you are in the present, you never feel that time passes quickly. Only when you look back at the past do you realize that such a long period of time has become a memory in the blink of an eye.
Shu Lan reminisced, "He used to call me Mommy, but later he probably thought calling me by one word was smoother and cooler, so he stopped."
"Like you."
Shu Lan immediately retorted, "How is that like me? I call him baby every day."
"You're used to it. When we were together, we had a fake wedding. I asked you to call me husband, and you..."
"Shut up! You absolutely can't scream! I get goosebumps just hearing those two words!"
Li Yanli said helplessly: "Look, you said the same thing as you did then."
"……puff."
The lights in the underground base would be turned off at a fixed time, and after that, it would be pitch black. After saying good night to Li Yanli, Shu Lan took off her headphones, placed them next to her pillow, closed her eyes, and could clearly hear the sounds of the oxygen supply channel and the heating channel operating.
These two things consume a lot of energy. Fortunately, energy supplies were unlocked after the number of people accommodated reached 500,000, and they can be automatically delivered to designated locations. Otherwise, so many people would suffocate or freeze to death underground.
An hour later, Shu Lan opened her eyes, knocked on the wall beside the bed, and said, "Baby."
Less than two seconds after she finished speaking, Shu Maomao, in pajamas, pushed open her door, holding a desk lamp in her hand: "Mom, what's the matter?"
"Can you sleep?"
Shu Maomao answered honestly: "No."
Shu Lan said, "Me too. I knew this day would come eventually, and I was prepared to live underground for a long time. But when it finally came, I inexplicably felt very depressed."
Shu Maomao walked in, put the lamp on the table, sat down on the chair, and said, "I was just using my clairvoyance to look at the ground. Do you want to see it?"
Shu Lan sat up and placed her hand on his outstretched palm.
Shu Maomao uses synaesthesia: "Mom, you will see what I see."
The scene in front of Shu Lan suddenly became pitch black, no different from when the lights were just turned off.
She blinked and said in confusion, "I can't see anything."
Shu Maomao said, "This is the farthest place I can see. There is no light outside, and I really can't see anything. It's like this in many places, except here."
He changed his position, and a ball of fire suddenly appeared in the center of Shu Lan's sight. A group of zombies surrounded the fire, some of them were reading, and some were in a daze. Li Yanli was sitting there, flipping through the photo album she gave him, staring at the front of the photo for a while, turning the photo over and looking at it for a while, and finally writing on the back with a pen.
He seemed to sense something, raised his head and looked directly at the angle they were looking at him, and asked tentatively: "Maomao?"
It is said that sensitive people can vaguely feel other people's gazes on them. When Li Yanli really looked at her, Shu Lan found it magical.
She asked Shu Maomao, "Did he notice you just now?"
"Yeah, he can still hear us."
Being able to see and hear, being together seems to make no difference.
Shu Lan asked, "Li Yanli, I saw you too. What are you writing?"
Li Yanli picked up the photo and showed it in the air: "I'm joining the message board of Shu Lan's home."
Shu Lan zoomed in, and saw the words clearly. She teased him, "Oh, your handwriting is ugly too."
"I haven't written for a long time. I'm not used to it yet."
Liu Tianyang followed Li Yanli and looked up, confused. "Boss, who's in the sky?"
"My son cares about me so much, he's watching me with clairvoyance."
Liu Tianyang: "...You plunderers really know how to have fun."
By this time, there was no need to hide the fact that the Zombie King was once a plunderer from others.
Liu Tianyang also learned from Jiang Jun that the famous human leader Commander Qin Xiaoshuang was the Zombie King's girlfriend and the Plunderer was the Zombie King's son.
The three members of the family are all strong men, and they arrange the people and zombies clearly.
But what he didn't know was that this was a plan that Li Yanli had finally come up with after trial and error using multiple timelines, and that could save more people.
Apart from Shu Lan and Shu Maomao, Li Yanli had no other helpers he could trust.
Shu Maomao retorted coldly: "I'm not concerned about you, I'm just curious about what's happening outside, I'm just taking a look."
Li Yanli nodded: "Yes, you are a hypocritical person."
Shu Maomao immediately pulled his hand back and said, "I don't want to look at it anymore. What's so good about it being so dark? Let's go to sleep, Mom."
Shu Lan couldn't help laughing: "Okay, go to sleep, good night baby."
She also knew that Shu Maomao was concerned about how Li Yanli was doing on the ground.
Shu Maomao, who says one thing and means another.
Life underground is actually very boring. Every day is the same. Apart from eating, drinking, defecating, and daydreaming.
Shu Lan chatted with Li Yanli, "I kind of know what life was like for you zombies before. Without jobs and most forms of entertainment, life was really boring. So I equipped them with chess and card rooms, using production lines to produce mahjong and poker. Now more and more people are playing mahjong."
Li Yanli was very experienced in this area. "You could also make a meditation room, a confession room, and have a bunch of people sit in there and drink tea and chat? Or a creative studio. Pain can inspire people to be creative. I have a zombie who wrote 500 poems in a month."
"Wow, what a poet! I'm a little curious about his masterpiece."
"Don't be curious, it's all just whining. We should just treat it as a joke. I still remember his first poem. It only had three sentences."
"Which three sentences?"
"The title is fuck, the first sentence is fuck, the second sentence is fucked up, the third sentence is fucked up!"
“Hahahahaha… Simple, straightforward, and easy to understand. I like this poem.”
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