The kitten looks like a cat that was forcefully and domineeringly sucked.
If you can't resist, you can only lie down and give up.
However, the cub was actually a little happy inside.
Being praised by family members is different from being praised by others; this was the first time Qianyuan had felt the love his family had for him.
Qianyuan was once like the little match girl, huddled in a corner, envying other people's families. Whenever he saw other parents holding their children affectionately in their arms, he would fantasize that his mother would hug him like that.
But one person's body temperature can never match the warmth of two. Little Qianyuan skipped away, and even asked the bronze statue by the roadside:
"Would you like to be my dad?"
I asked the big white goose that was flapping its wings and showing off:
Would you like to be my mother?
Unfortunately, no one paid any attention to Qianyuan.
Everyone in the world, whether they are a hero, a mediocre person, a kitten or a lion, has a father and a mother.
But why is it certain that Qianyuan is not one?
No one wanted to be Qianyuan's parents; they would always sigh at Qianyuan's appearance and then leave.
But now, his father hugged him tightly and praised him for being adorable.
The cub, seeing its father's exaggeratedly large mouth, tenderly pinched it closed to prevent the flesh inside from showing.
That's too explicit; be careful you don't get banned.
The cub seemed to be using this action to muster its courage to ask its father, "Daddy, do you like me?"
This question stumped Monster Dad.
The father, who is capable of anything, doesn't know how to answer his cub's questions.
His silence led Qianyuan to misunderstand. A fleeting look of disappointment crossed the cub's eyes, but he quickly put on a smile: "It's okay, I can really, really like Daddy. Daddy doesn't need to like me too much."
That way, when he sees that his father is sick, his father won't show too much disappointment.
Qianyuan wouldn't be so heartbroken.
The father didn't understand, but when he got closer to the cub, he could smell a bitter odor emanating from its body.
Monster Dad doesn't know what sadness is, but he knows that such humans don't taste very good, like eating a bitter melon, which is full of bitterness.
It's generally better to release these kinds of humans for a while, so they think they've escaped death and, in their ecstasy, swallow them whole.
But the cubs cannot be released, or they will get lost.
Only half of the cubs can be released.
The monster father's half-truth was that he pulled out a red ribbon from somewhere unknown, held one end in his own hand, and the other end... was attached to the cub's hand at the cub's request.
This red ribbon can be shortened or lengthened according to the father's wishes; it's practically a monstrous version of a child safety rope.
The cub was finally able to leave its father's somewhat suffocating embrace and catch its own breath.
The eldest brother wasn't there; he seemed to have gone out to work early on. The cub automatically walked to the other end of the corridor, which was the second brother's room.
The cubs were still quite unfamiliar with their second brother, who had a weak presence.
But that's the amazing thing about the cubs.
The cubs are very obedient to overly noisy people, but to people with severe social anxiety, the cubs are like burglars breaking into their homes.
With a "snap," the cub pushed open the door and was greeted by a room full of paintings.
He wandered among the easels, but could not find any trace of his second brother.
Finally, they found their second brother in the bathtub in the bathroom.
The second brother looked like he was about to dissolve in the water. Luckily, when the cub came in, it saw a head hiding in the bathtub as if it was frightened, and Qianyuan immediately spotted it.
Looking at the full tank of pure, clear water, where not a single person could be seen, the cub simply used a large red basin to scoop things up and play in the water, and when it got excited, it even started playing in the water.
Second brother: ...
The second brother slowly materialized from the water, during which time he was hit several times by the cub with its gaudy, festive washbasin, making his head buzz.
For the second brother, the greatest harm was not the attacks from his son, but the mental pollution caused by these flashy colors.
This is not art at all!
How can you have something like this in your home?!
This is the cub's memory of his maternal grandparents, whom he only met once when he was young.
Even though it was only a little, the cubs didn't want to forget it.
"Alright, alright." The second brother, exhausted from being bothered, crawled out, his clothes soaking wet, and was immediately pounced on by the cub and hugged without a care.
How long has it been since the second brother felt the warmth of a human? He doesn't need to eat people; he just needs to keep reaching out and pulling drowning humans into the water. And those humans, like him, have long since become damp and cold.
The cub's warm temperature completely stunned the second brother.
And then, the boy kept trying to please his second brother, trying to hold his hand, use his little blanket to wipe his brother's water, and even put his own baby bottle to his brother's mouth.
My second brother is dying.
Finally, when the cub pulled him to his easels, he said, "Go ahead and paint. You can use any of these paints. Paint whatever you like."
He and his cubs were as if they had been granted a pardon.
Even if the cub had this idea from the beginning, and even if the second brother's canvas had never been touched by anyone else, he didn't care at all; he just wanted to get rid of the cub.
The cub was delighted, and he could finally curl up in the corner, almost blending into the shadows.
Seeing the cub and his father being so loving and filial, he had no desire to participate at all.
But just as he was about to recover, a little cat face came close to him.
The child had several streaks of paint on his face, but he didn't even notice. His little shirt was also completely ruined. What's worse, the child thought the canvas was too high and difficult to paint on, so he painted all over the floor.
The second brother let out a mournful cry and almost fainted.
The little boy froze, his paint-covered hands haphazardly smearing his second brother's face, then looked at his father in horror:
"No! He's breathing!"
What could Dad do? Dad didn't know how to perform CPR on his colleagues; they had all managed it themselves.
So he picked up the cub and turned it around: "Over there, it's not finished yet, go draw over there."
The second brother came back to life. He looked at his studio, which was now a complete mess, and didn't know what to say.
The paint had dried, and there was no way to wipe away the children's drawings scattered all over the floor.
The second brother could only follow behind the cubs and try to make the painting look better.
This was his last act of defiance.
Suddenly, Dad's back split open, and a hand grew out, handing blue paint to his second brother.
Because he had two hands, one supporting the cub and the other washing the cub's paintbrushes, he was simply too busy to manage.
"Painted blue. The baby likes it..."
The second brother's pale lips trembled a few times, but before he could speak, the cubs beside him had already begun to cheer him on:
"Daddy has three hands!!!"
Upon hearing this, the father grew several more hands to show Qianyuan.
Qianyuan: !!!
It's confirmed, he must be Daddy's son. Qianyuan (Octopus Version): Daddy has as many hands as he has feet!
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