The baby cried even louder, as if in denial. Jiu Fanggui's hands trembled: "Why is the baby crying like this? Qiqi, is the baby sick?"
The woman named "Qiqi" yawned: "How would I know! All I know is how to kill, I don't know how to take care of children!"
The couple stared at each other, bewildered, while the baby in their arms struggled and cried.
"It's so noisy so early in the morning," came the clear, slightly cold voice of the young man.
A young boy, about seven or eight years old, walked in through the door. He had short black hair, with a few strands of golden hair mixed in.
Her hair was unkempt, with the overly long bangs covering her eyebrows and the upper part of her eyes, casting shadows that made her eyes appear as a dark gold.
Sharp, gloomy eyebrows, an expressionless face, and a world-weary air—these are the features of the young boy before me.
The couple reacted as if they had seen a savior. Jiu Fanggui waved his hand, creating afterimages: "Quick, quick, quick! Sanmei, come quick, come quick! Come quickly, come and comfort the child! Come and see what's going on!"
The name "Samadhi" comes from the idiom "此中三昧" (this is the essence of samadhi), combined with the surname "沈".
—Sinking into Samadhi.
This is the boy's name.
Shen Sanmei habitually lowers his eyebrows and eyes slightly to conceal his expression, so much so that when he looks at people, his eyes roll up close to his upper eyelids, making him appear cold and sinister.
He took a step back, indicating his resistance.
Qiqi rubbed her temples and looked up: "Come here! See if she's hungry or sick. She won't bother you if she stops crying."
Swayed by his words, Shen Sanmei stepped forward and stood by the bed. His gaze swept over the messy couple and the bed that looked like it had been through a battle, before settling on the struggling baby in Jiu Fanggui's arms.
"The wrong baby was given to me," Shen Sanmei said calmly.
"What?!" Jiu Fanggui almost jumped up. "You've got the wrong baby? This is my child!"
Samadhi of Concentration: ...
Seemingly tolerating his foolishness, Shen Sanmei added a few more words: "The way you're holding him is wrong."
Jiu Fanggui and Qi Qi were both completely bewildered.
Samadhi of Concentration: ...
He turned and precisely pulled one book from the stack on the bedside table, opened it, and slammed it onto the bed. The book contained two color illustrations:
"2-3 month old, hold with legs slightly bent (with picture)"
"Group hugs in March and April (with pictures)..."
The doctor in the picture is gently and standardly holding the baby. Then look at Jiu Fanggui, who is holding the baby with his legs at an angle, his hands are casually dragging between the baby's legs, and the diaper is twisted from being rubbed. The hand supporting the baby's back is stiff like a wooden stick, and the baby is almost lying on the taut bones.
I hugged him, but not properly, like I was holding a stolen child.
"Cough cough cough..."
The baby cried until he was hoarse.
Shen Sanmei added insult to injury: "I'm starving."
Jiufang Guiyi was anxious, so he reached out and stuffed the child into Chen Sanmei's arms, then ran barefoot to make formula.
Caught off guard, Chen Sanmei's muscles reacted instinctively, quickly adjusting his posture to hold the baby securely in his arms.
The baby, who had cried until he was exhausted, felt better and nestled in his arms. Although he was still sobbing, he looked extremely peaceful.
The baby was settled, but Chen Sanmei's expression remained stiff.
My gaze, which is usually lowered and fixed on the gray ground, was suddenly filled with a soft, fluffy ball of milk.
If the young boy were in his dragon form, all the scales on his body would burst open.
Seeing Jiu Fanggui bring over the bottle and put it into the baby's mouth, Chen Sanmei subconsciously adjusted his posture to prevent the baby from choking.
As someone who actually buys parenting guide books and helps organize them every day—and also happens to have read a little bit of them—Shen Sanmei is far more professional than this careless new couple!
After feeding the baby a third of the bottle, the baby burped. Shen Sanmei's expression suddenly changed slightly, and he reached out to return the baby to Jiu Fanggui: "She wants..."
A stream of water flowed down the edge of the pants that had been worn out by a certain father.
A suspicious yellow stain appeared on the boy's clothes.
"...I peed..."
Shen Sanmei froze.
"Hey~" the little dumpling smiled contentedly.
"Snap!"
Qiqi's mother didn't pick up the baby in time, but she captured the moment perfectly, leaving behind precious footage of Shen Sanmei being urinated on.
A heartwarming scene is enveloped in colorful clouds. Beyond the clouds, separated by an invisible wall, people rushing into the light gaze at the scene in the colorful world.
The blackness faded slightly from her body, revealing her bright, dark green eyes and pale hands.
She lay on the invisible wall, her back to the pale, desolate world, her only colored eyes fixed on it.
The mother was taking pictures, the father was gloating, the frustrated boy remained silent, and the comfortable baby was grinning foolishly.
The time recorder plays, and fragments of memory begin to gather from the source, carrying speckled colors, gradually filling the paleness of oblivion with color.
...
Qin Xian rubbed his stinging forehead and straightened up from the desk covered with documents.
He looked around somewhat blankly at the huge office, where all the furnishings and decorations seemed both familiar and strange.
"bite--"
The bronze bell ornament on the table emitted a high-pitched ringing sound, and Qin Xian felt a sharp pain in his head, followed by a gradual return of memories.
"Chief Qin, are you alright?" His assistant came in and, seeing his appearance, immediately poured him some hot water. "Is your headache acting up again?"
Qin Xian suddenly remembered.
By the way, I am now the new ruler of Middle-earth.
He is also the head of the Qin family.
He was dealing with the recent unrest in the Si family, a mess left behind by the exiled Gu family, when he somehow fell asleep.
Thinking that perhaps he was just too tired lately, Qin Xian didn't think much of it and instead asked his assistant what was wrong.
The assistant said, "Good news has come from Nuwa Laboratory No. 18: the first successful grafting of life-giving abilities onto a green vine sample has been achieved, confirming that our technology can activate the fusion ability on that green vine sample!"
Qin Xian was overjoyed.
After more than a decade of fusion experiments, a breakthrough has finally been achieved!
He immediately stood up: "Take me to see it quickly!"
The two entered Laboratory No. 18 of the underground Nuwa Base by car.
"Chief, this is the process of the experiment succeeding." The person in charge showed him a video of the experiment.
The experimental process was projected in 3D onto the experimental platform, as if it were being demonstrated in real time.
A little girl with a number drawn on her right arm lay on the lab table, her empty eyes and unresponsive demeanor proving that she was being controlled by drugs.
The researchers took a section of green vine covered in menacing barbs from the container, carefully placed it next to the little girl, and then stepped back.
The yellowish green vines at the tips revived after a few seconds, the yellowish tail sections faded, and they turned dark green again, then transformed into green light that seeped into the little girl's body little by little.
The little girl's body trembled uncontrollably. A few minutes later, the green vines disappeared completely, and the green vine energy was detected in her body on the screen behind her.
After injecting her with a drug to stabilize her energy, the researchers connected a soft tube to an inlet on her chest. The other end of the tube was connected to a machine that extracted and processed the energy from a pronucleus. The energy from that pronucleus was then processed by the machine and delivered into the girl's body.
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