Chapter 40: Cunning old thing, I never stop you from doing anything you want...
Bai Ling collected all the medals and carefully packed them in his bag.
One hundred and thirteen in total.
He curled his fingers in his pocket and clenched his own.
No, including him it should be one hundred and fourteen.
This should be a list of honors, not a list of victims...
Bai Ling stepped hard on Ge Lan's neck and saw his face turn red in pain from suffocation. This kick was for himself, but also for revenge for everyone.
"Ha... cough cough hahahaha..." Gram's face turned from red to blue. He held back his lungs as if they were about to burst, but still wanted to sneer, "You, don't want to send the medal back, do you?"
He grinned distortedly and said incoherently: "Those people... have long been played by me. They are rotten and have become unwanted trash just like you...!"
Gram forced out a smug laugh: "—This bastard doesn't deserve to wear a medal!"
"Bang!" The laughter stopped abruptly, and Gram's head hit the ground like a ball and flattened.
His eyes were still moving in fear, but large streams of black blood were flowing uncontrollably from his lips.
A cold light flashed in Bai Ling's eyes, and he wiped the dirty sole of his shoe on the star on the shoulder of the major general's uniform.
Rubbish...
His heart tightened and he clenched his teeth.
No, these parasites are the rotten stuff!
The unyielding souls of the owners of those medals will not be dimmed by humiliation.
Because a true hero will still shine even if he is covered in scars.
Bai Ling's eyes were cold as he glanced casually to the side.
However, once the dirty bedbug is stripped of its fine clothes, it is nothing.
Just one glance from him and Pavo was so frightened that he fell to his knees, his forehead banging against the ground. He no longer looked like the bully he had been before:
"Don't kill me, don't, don't kill me, I have a lot of money, I can give you money--"
Playing with the magazine between his fingers, Bai Ling snorted and sneered.
The nobles usually measure the value of human life in terms of money. In their eyes, it seems that everything can be bought with money. No matter how many mistakes they make, they can feel relieved as long as they slap money in someone's face.
If you forgive them once, they will definitely do it again a hundred or a thousand times.
It must be eradicated.
His eyes inadvertently swept past the porthole and saw that the ship was flying towards the center of the artificial continent.
Suddenly, Bai Ling had an idea.
A great idea to add some festive fun to Thanksgiving.
He kicked Gram over, and his dead fish eyes rolled up in front of Pavo. Pavo took a closer look and screamed miserably: "Ahhhhhhh!"
Pavo was shaking all over, crawling on the ground, and became delirious due to the great fear.
Bai Ling didn't care whether he was really crazy or not. He pointed the gun at his forehead casually, raised his chin, and dismissed him:
"Go, move these six people to the hatch."
Pavo's eyes rolled rapidly, and he asked urgently, "Are you going to let us go? Are you going to let us go?"
Bai Ling cruelly gave him hope: "Yes, let you go."
Go down to hell.
·
Initially, Thanksgiving did not have such a profound meaning.
It is just a small festival for families to reunite and express gratitude to family members. Originally, there was only one day off, but Isuparaiso waved his hand and extended it to three days.
In response to protests from many business owners, Isupalaiso said:
“No matter how dilapidated a country is, it will not be destroyed just because its people take two more days off.”
The old emperor always made shocking and extreme remarks, leaving no room for retreat.
But everyone knows that Isuparaiso has this confidence.
Looking back at the 400-year history of the Imperial Mermaid Dynasty, it seems that no matter which emperor, while looking down at the earth from a high position, he also had a sense of compassion.
Respect for life and compassion for the weak.
Regardless of the reputation of the rulers, good or bad, if you trace it back to the source, you can always see a trace of humanity.
This is how the flower boat parade was born.
According to tradition, the government holds a parade on the first night of Thanksgiving.
The flower boats are military ships of the airport. Every time this happens, those tough and strong big guys will be covered with lace covers, and the ships are driven by old captains with great military achievements in the army.
They would operate the flower boat with the rigor of a special mission, hovering it over civilian areas, just to use a military loudspeaker to shout at the bottom in a hoarse voice, "Happy Thanksgiving! Everybody stay healthy! My old mother, can you hear me? I'm driving the boat this year--", while kicking the recruits' butts and making them scatter handfuls of marshmallows down from the hatch.
At this time, you would see which old lady came out banging her cane and cursing, and the neighbors would laugh and give marshmallows of gratitude to the hero's mother.
Soldiers will be penalized if they mix personal emotions while performing their duties.
But on Thanksgiving Day, people all over the country, including the government, turned a blind eye. Everyone tacitly condoned this peculiarity.
This tradition continued until the fall of the old empire.
When the new king took office, Cade decisively cancelled the flower boat blessing parade on the grounds that it would "disrupt military discipline and affect the image of the government" and replaced it with a three-hour live speech by the palace secretary.
Long and boring.
The young bird once didn't understand why Cade did this.
When Bai Ling joined the army, he was shocked to find that those brave and careful old captains had already been squeezed out by the nobles.
Since then, no one has been able to skillfully pilot a warship, hover infinitely close to the earth, and shout blessings to the people and their families with passionate and exciting words.
Gratitude, return, loyalty, glory... have all slipped away in the cracks of time.
Today’s Thanksgiving is just a formality. The holiday is still the same, but it is no different from any other holiday, so it is better than nothing.
However, when people come to the window in boredom and look up at the dead silent night sky, they will suddenly realize as if waking up from a dream -
That era seemed to have truly come to an end.
…
Bai Ling stood by the porthole, quietly looking at the earth that had not yet fallen asleep.
He slightly adjusted the course of the luxury ship, allowing it to fly over the square where the statue stood, over the dimly lit slums, and finally to the wealthy Upper East Side.
The northeast corner of the Upper East Side is a garbage dump.
Every morning at three o'clock, garbage trucks would drive out of the heavily guarded wealthy area and dump a large amount of domestic waste here.
The homeless people were watching eagerly, the poor people were picking carefully, and a mountain of garbage turned out to be a well-known "free luxury shopping mall".
Bai Ling has also been digging through garbage mountains for several years.
This seemed to be the first time I looked down at it from above.
Looking down, the garbage mountain had a messy color and shape, just like a scar. But upon closer inspection, I realized that it was not messy garbage, but a crowd of people.
Bai Ling is ready to hover here.
As a veteran, he thought he was a pretty good boat driver. It is not as accurate as the predecessors of flower boats who can control the wind direction to milliseconds, but the boat diving is also stable and accurate.
The downdraft from the ship slightly ruffled the man's hair.
The crowd looked up in confusion and curiosity.
Then, they saw the bottom warehouse opened, and piles of things were thrown down at once -
Expensive tables, chairs, benches, cabinets, watches, and even the expensive imported beef, milk, bread, and sugar that the poor could not afford in the storage room were all thrown away.
The crowd cheered wildly and climbed up the mountain excitedly to grab the items.
Bai Ling gave all the movable things to the poor people, and then tied up the half-dead alphas with ropes and kicked them down one by one.
When he kicked Gram, he deliberately woke him up.
Bai Ling looked down at Ge Lan's stiff eyes and said lightly:
"Welcome to the garbage dump, the grave of bedbugs."
Boom, he kicked it down and smashed it into the garbage mountain, splashing rotten juice two meters high.
The hungry, cold and greedy people did not regard the alphas as human beings at all. They only cared about the boots, clothes and rings on their hands.
"This ring can be sold for 500 coins!"
"The coat is quite nice. Tear it off and give it to my old father."
"That boot is mine, don't fight with me--"
The dying Gram stared with his eyes wide open, and collapsed in pain from wounds all over his body. He could only make "hahe, hahe" sounds under his breath. However, he was conscious and was forced to witness his own humiliation with his own eyes.
He could feel the dirty, rough hands of the untouchables groping about his body, and the dusty soles of their shoes stepping on his face from time to time.
nausea! What a disgusting pariah!
Gram's stomach churned and he wanted to vomit but couldn't. Because someone was kicking him in the neck and pulling at his necklace.
Gram still had a glimmer of hope.
He tried his best to put his face into the light, hoping that someone would recognize him as the noble major-general who appeared beside His Majesty Cade all day, and come to rescue him with fear and trepidation as usual.
However--
"Tsk, this guy is actually still alive. Why is he rubbing his face on my shoes? Hahaha, are you hungry and want to lick the soles of my shoes? I'll satisfy you!"
In their eyes, Gram, this person, this body, is not as useful and valuable as a button on his clothes.
When there was nothing left, someone spat angrily, then came back unwillingly, dragged Gram out by the hair, and said unhappily:
"If we sell this to gangs, we can get some money from the organs and bones, right?"
Denial and insults aplenty.
Gram's whole body froze. Although his brain nerves were still partially active, his body was gradually starting to feel cold.
His bloodline, his glory, what he had established among the aristocracy, were worthless in the face of the mob.
“Ahhhhhhhhh——” Gram’s eyes were red with anger, his dignity as an alpha was completely destroyed, and horrible black blood flowed from the corners of his eyes.
"Why are you shouting?" The old lady who was picking up trash nearby threw a shoe impatiently, hitting Ge Lan in the face.
Gram Lan couldn't catch his breath and his heart stopped beating completely.
Bai Ling saw this scene on the ship, crossed his arms, and pursed his lips coldly.
Being torn into pieces by the lower-class people is the fate these people deserve most.
But before closing the door, he had one more thing he wanted to do——
Bai Ling stood at the cabin door, suddenly grabbed the seat belt, and half of his body leaned out of the cabin door.
Pu Rong's white hair fluttered in the updraft from the propeller. He shouted arrogantly and emotionally to the people below:
"Happy Thanksgiving!! I wish you good health!"
The following cheered in response: "I wish you peace and health, kind people!"
·
In addition to the thrown furniture and supplies, the luxury ship also hid some expensive jewellery.
Bai Ling searched them thoroughly and put them in a plastic bag.
He still has some use for these things.
After confirming the finish line again, Bai Ling used a rope ladder to descend to a nearby uninhabited reef, and looked coldly at the behemoth ship sliding past his head and heading towards the tyrant's space "playground".
According to the plan, about an hour later, brilliant fireworks will explode in the sky, bringing the festival to a perfect end.
However, Bai Ling did not hold out much hope.
He had done this before in his previous life, but his luck was not good. The Tyrant's patrol ship discovered that the ship was heading in the wrong direction and forced it to stop...
Bai Ling collected his thoughts and sent the location to Rattlesnake, and the mecha came to pick him up with exhaust gas.
"Master, where are we going?"
Bai Ling: "Let's go to the Sculpture Square."
Carrying a bag of jewelry of unknown origin, Bai Ling found the gang's underground pawn shop and exchanged it for money.
He placed a thick stack of interstellar coins next to the medal, left a small stack, bought a tent, food and coffee at a private store, and prepared to go find the homeless.
These days, one thing has been circling in Bai Ling's mind. Taking advantage of this trip, he wanted to settle the matter as soon as possible.
However, after asking around the square, other wanderers all said:
"That guy with the accent? I haven't seen him in a few days."
"He's a beta who reads tarot cards for people. I saw him handing out flyers in the square the other day, and he was caught by the secret police."
Bai Ling's voice tightened: "He was taken to prison?"
"Not really. The secret police arrest so many people every day. If they were all put in prison, there would be no room for them. That guy is probably locked up in a basement at the intersection like the others, waiting for a ransom."
With the guidance of other wanderers, Bai Ling quickly found the basement of the secret police.
These "secret police" are not civil servants who have passed the normal judicial examination, but temporary workers recruited from the private sector.
Their personnel composition is complex, and many of them are ruffians who specialize in monitoring the streets and alleys and cracking down on and reporting any activities with the intention of "restoration".
Bai Ling knew that this group of people were often corrupt and that they arrested people at random mostly to demand ransom.
Sure enough, the guard was swinging his legs lazily, and when he saw him coming, he grinned with his yellow teeth and rubbed his fingers at him meaningfully.
Bai Ling gave him a five-hundred-dollar interstellar coin.
The guard pinched it and was not very satisfied, but he still let the homeless man out.
Back under the sculpture in the square, the homeless man wolfed down the bread that Bai Ling had bought. He hadn't eaten much in three days, and he almost choked when he ate too fast. "Cough cough cough——"
Bai Ling handed him a bottle of water.
The homeless man took it, his temples slightly gray, and lowered his head, as if grateful and ashamed: "...Thank you, I don't know how to thank you, my friend."
Bai Ling looked at his sunken cheeks due to malnutrition and said calmly, "I want to ask you for a favor."
The tramp tried hard to swallow the bread stuck in his throat and changed his tone to enthusiastic: "What kind of help can I offer? Just tell me!"
Bai Ling paused, with an imperceptible sincerity in his eyes: "I have a job here, and I think no one is more suitable for it than you."
The tramp suddenly raised his cloudy eyes and opened his mouth slightly.
Bai Ling said solemnly and firmly: "A broadcaster's job."
Uriel had asked him to find a commentator before, and there happened to be a suitable person here.
Besides...
Let the passionate voice calling for "Victory to Iso Paraiso" echo again in this land. There is probably no weapon more terrifying than this!
The tramp blinked in shock and wanted to say something, but before he could say anything, his eyes, which were weathered by wind and frost, were already filled with tears.
"Oh... sorry..."
He smiled awkwardly, lowered his head deeply, raised the dirty back of his hand, quickly wiped his eyes, wiped it again, making the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes wet, then stood up, took off his hat, bowed solemnly, then wiped his hands on the inside of his clothes, bowed humbly, and made a gesture to Bai Ling to invite him to shake hands.
Bai Ling took it without hesitation.
The tramp held his hand tightly and said, "I am glad to serve you, my friend. Please believe me, I am very willing to accept this job. This is the best Thanksgiving gift I have received in my life. Thank you, thank you!"
He couldn't help but say thank you several times.
Bai Ling looked indifferent, but there seemed to be a fire burning in his eyes: "You may not know that I grew up listening to your voice."
"Maybe this time it can't be as formal as a news broadcast."
"But I always hope that the echo of the times can once again be transmitted to the world through electromagnetic waves."
The homeless man couldn't help but cover his face with his hat to hide his crying and laughing expression.
Echoes of the times...
After so many years, there are still people who remember his voice.
"Yes, yes..." The tramp's voice, which was like wet sand, became sonorous and powerful again. He said excitedly:
"If even one person remembers 'it', then... that era has never truly ended!"
They all knew that "it" referred to their homeland.
Afterwards, Bai Ling gave the things he bought to the announcer and gave him some money, asking him to take a good bath, buy a decent suit, and report to Uriel tomorrow.
The tramp felt really guilty and asked anxiously:
"Honestly, is there anything I can do for you? Whatever it is, please tell me!"
Seeing this announcer, Bai Ling couldn't help but think of the radio that couldn't be repaired.
He pondered for a moment, found a picture, and told the other party: "If you see something like this in the junkyard, please contact me. I have a broken radio and want to fix it."
Bai Ling didn't really expect to find parts of the radio through him.
In his opinion, this was just a polite response so that the other party would not feel uneasy about owing him too much favor.
The homeless man agreed immediately: "Don't worry, I will definitely ask for you."
He suddenly lowered his voice and changed to a deep tone: "I have made some friends here recently. You know, they are not the serious ones. The secret police will chase them. They have channels to get these old things."
Bai Ling raised his eyebrows slightly.
He had always known that there were restorationists active near the square.
But those people are very secretive and keep their mouths shut, and will not easily reveal any information to others.
Since the homeless man dared to express his feelings to him, it meant that he really regarded him as a friend.
Bai Ling nodded slightly: "Then I'll trouble you and your friends."
The tramp gave him a gentlemanly smile. Then, he seemed to remember something, searched his body, took out a voucher, and insisted on giving it to Bai Ling.
"I'm so sorry to have you spend money to save me today. This cake coupon was given to me by a mother with a child when I was having my fortune told in the square. She didn't have enough money, so she used this to offset it. I am very happy to accept it, and now I want to give it to you as a small return gift for Thanksgiving."
The homeless man was penniless, and this was the most precious gift he could give.
For the sake of this sincerity, Bai Ling must accept it.
The tramp felt a little comforted and enthusiastically showed him the way:
"This small bakery is near the square. You can see it as you walk down. They close at 11 o'clock, so you still have time to go now. Oh, and by the way, you must buy the special Thanksgiving cupcakes, two buttercreams and four frostings in a box. They are the best with black tea."
It's really hard to refuse such a kind invitation.
Bai Ling smiled softly: "Okay."
·
Square Bakery——
As soon as the clock struck eleven at night, the shop owner was about to hang up the "Closed" sign.
"Ding-ling-ling..."
Someone panted a little and hurriedly pushed the door open, "Excuse me, is the door closed?"
The shop owner looked over in surprise and saw a white-haired young man standing on the mat. He was rubbing his red, frozen fingers with his scarf, and the tip of his nose was pink, obviously having been blown quite hard by the wind when he ran over.
"Come in closer, there's a heater inside." The female owner greeted warmly.
Bai Ling glanced at the empty counter and felt a chill in his heart.
It seems too late...
The older female owner saw him holding the coupon and said kindly, "Would you like some Thanksgiving cake? We are just about to close and we only have one box left."
"It doesn't matter, one box is fine." Bai Ling pulled off her scarf and answered resolutely.
"But the remaining box has a good meaning." The female owner said as she took out a box from the cold shelf, "Our cupcakes are all written with words, usually blessings."
The shop owner opened the light blue box and showed it to him, smiling and saying, "Look, this box says 'Safe Travels'. It's a good blessing for your family to give it to them."
Bai Ling: “…”
How could this be! It was covered in cream and stuff, how could he have the nerve to take it back...
Seeing that he remained silent for a while, the female shop owner asked carefully: "Ah, you don't like it?"
Bai Ling's cheeks suddenly became hot, and he turned his eyes away unnaturally, stuttering a little: "Okay, okay, actually it's okay."
"Would you like to wrap it up?" Without waiting for Bai Ling to answer, the shop owner began to pull the ribbons considerately. "We have pink ribbons, yellow ribbons, green ribbons, cream white -"
Bai Ling quickly agreed: "I want green ones, I want green ones!"
He calmed himself, met the shop owner's kind smile, and forced himself to keep a calm expression: "Can I do it myself?"
·
Bai Ling never thought that the [Twenty Ways to Tie a Bow] she learned in O'De class would really come in handy one day.
After he finished tying the bow, the shop owner praised the beautiful bow:
"It's just... it seems that the binding is too tight?"
Bai Ling remained calm and said, "Yes, it's a professional habit."
Carrying the small cake, I returned to the small door I came from.
Bai Ling crawled through a hole that was half a person's height, and for a moment he had the illusion of walking into a dwarf's house in a fairy tale.
But when he straightened up, his eyes jumped, and his vision was filled with the slender figure and luxuriant blonde hair, as if he was back in the Little Mermaid theater.
Well, it's the Little Mermaid King Max version.
The mermaid heard the noise and turned around with a natural smile, her deep green eyes hidden in the shadow of her brows. The old warm light from above adds a timeless feel to it.
When his eyes moved to the long Greek-style cloth around the mermaid's waist, Bai Ling's heart tightened and he couldn't help but frown and asked:
"Why have you been waiting for me here all this time? You didn't even go back to change your clothes. The weather is so cold..."
Yu Chen said gently, "I was thinking what if you suddenly come back and don't see me? So I stayed by the waterway for a while."
After a while...
It was more than a moment, it was clearly three hours.
It's just like the Little Mermaid statue, it has become a lookout stone.
Bai Ling's face flashed with guilt. He turned his head and bit his lip, saying, "Please give priority to yourself next time."
After saying this, he felt that it was inappropriate, and said firmly: "I will also report the time to you if I go out for a long time in the future."
A barely perceptible hint of joy flashed across his gloomy expression.
Reporting time. Falcons returning to their nests provide landing schedules.
Yu Chen followed the sound and walked towards him. Halfway there, the bird came closer to him, breathing warmly and very close.
"The landing gear hasn't been retracted yet." Yu Chen gently rubbed the small feathers that were blown upright by the wind.
"Landing gear?" Bai Ling raised his eyes in surprise and felt the slightly cool long fingers stroking along the roots of his feathers and then to his scalp, making his whole body tingle with comfort.
Oops...what a good rub.
Bai Ling calmed himself down and introduced it to him seriously:
"Feathers are not landing gear. Structurally, this is the landing gear—"
He boldly lifted his calf and passed it between the mermaid's long, muscular legs, then turned his knee and pushed it upwards.
Yu Chen grabbed the knee and pulled it towards his chest, letting the little bird spread its wings and fly into his arms.
Bai Ling grabbed the cloth around his waist without any hesitation: "If you do this again, I will tear off your fig leaf."
A deep voice fell into his ears: "I never stop you from doing anything you want to do."
As expected, Bai Ling let go and moved away with his cheeks burning.
Damn, cunning old guy, every word he says is a trap!
Bai Ling glanced at the time, ten minutes to an hour.
He pinched his palms and asked in a normal tone, "Can you please leave this room?"
"What's wrong? Is there anything I can do for you?"
"I want to invite you to watch the fireworks—"
Bai Ling changed his tone to a more formal one, looked directly into the gloomy eyes, and resolutely invited: "Let's share the fruits of victory."
Yu Chen didn't have time to ask him how he won.
His little bird had already grasped his hand and was leading this blind man through the iron bars and thorns, through the short side door, and out.
It seemed that with this slender hand, the vast and dark road ahead became much easier to walk on than before.
Yu Chen had thought countless times about the day when he would walk out of the palace tower.
Maybe it was a long robe trailing on the ground, or a dead body lying on the ground. But he never imagined that he would be poked by the tip of a bird's wing and walk out half-naked.
The fine snow seeped through the gaps between my toes, and the air at the bottom was cold and turbid.
Yu Chen couldn't help but take a deep breath. He inexplicably felt down to earth and his soul was back in place.
"The view from the roof should be good."
Bai Ling said, "I'll lead you up."
Three minutes later, the two climbed onto the roof covered with fallen snow and casually swept the snow away.
But there were also rotten tiles on the roof, and Bai Ling accidentally stepped on one and almost fell into it. Yu Chen was quick to hear and do something, and he followed the sound of the wind to pull him back.
Their feet staggered and they both tumbled down into the broken tiles.
Bai Ling blew away the golden hair that stuck to her lips, and raised her upper body while riding on Yu Chen.
He looked down at the graceful and handsome face for a while, then suddenly raised his hand and carefully brushed away the snow on his golden hair, as if he was wiping something old.
Yu Chen laughed softly, held his hand, rubbed the calluses on it from holding the gun, and sat up with him.
Bai Ling buried her nose in the scarf, her eyelashes trembling, but she stared at his blue collarbone.
Your Majesty is naked, and I am wrapped in warmth.
Bai Ling bit a corner of her scarf, silently took off her coat, put it on Yu Chen's shoulders, then opened her warm down jacket, quickly got into his arms, lay on her back and stared at his clear jawline.
That's good.
He knew that mermaids were deep-sea animals and were not afraid of the cold.
But the mermaid said he could do whatever he wanted.
Yu Chen did not refuse, but tightened his arms and held Bai Ling closer.
The bird's body was filled with gunpowder smoke and mixed alpha signals.
However, he could smell that those pheromone molecules were mostly anger and fear, which must be the traces left by the competition.
In addition, there is a hint of sweet and sour.
Yu Chen couldn't help but hold his breath, but suddenly something was stuffed into his arms.
Bai Ling's voice was a little muffled: "The cake is for you."
Yu Chen felt the smooth paper shell and the tightly tied ribbon, and couldn't help but smile: "Is this the fruit the bird brought? Thank you for the gift from nature."
"It's a green ribbon, the one you like."
The cold, mechanical voice spoke sweet and lovely words without any disguise.
Yu Chen just remembered that today seemed to be Thanksgiving.
Thanksgiving…a distant and unfamiliar word. He lowered his eyes, hiding the hint of complexity in them.
Yu Chen rubbed his palms hard to warm them up, then placed them on the bird's slightly cool forehead. Following the texture of its hair, he gently combed the bird's hair that was messed up by the wind.
"Thank you, babe."
After a long time, thousands of words filtered out from his voice and precipitated into this sentence.
Bai Ling grasped the mermaid's nails and guided him to untie the ribbon, untying it circle by circle. "Two cream ones, four frosted ones, you can eat them all."
Yu Chen thought about it for a moment and asked, "Is it one of those Thanksgiving cupcakes with four words written on the frosting? What words did you choose?"
Bai Ling had a blank expression on his face and quickly denied: "There is no word, just eat quickly."
"I bought all the ribbons that I like, and I think the words are the same."
Bai Ling: “…”
Sometimes he even doubted whether this man was really blind or just pretending to be blind.
Why is it that every guess is correct? It’s even more bizarre than electronic fortune-telling.
Bai Ling was forced to admit: "...Yes."
Then he quickly added coldly, "But I didn't buy it on purpose. A friend gave me a coupon, and I went too late, so this is all I had. I really didn't mean to hint at you, so please don't think too much about it."
Yu Chen picked up the cupcake and said calmly, "A hint? I didn't think much of it. But it's a good idea to fill the 'Safe Entry and Exit' with cream and eat it."
Bai Ling ignored his burning neck and answered sternly, "Of course you can, but you have to lick it clean yourself."
"You said it yourself, don't waste food."
To retaliate in kind is to commit an offense against one's superior.
Yu Chen was slightly stunned, then chuckled softly, worthy of being his ferocious little bird.
"I will put your request on the list." He pinched Bai Ling's little earlobe lovingly.
Added to the "Bird Recipe".
To be honest, the taste of the cakes in the street shop was not amazing, but Yu Chen tasted them slowly and carefully. He tasted it on the tip of his lips and tongue, and was surrounded by the taste of icing sugar. The simple satisfaction that the icing sugar gave was better than all the delicacies in the world.
Moreover, he knew where to place this cake box.
Three on top, three on the bottom, four with frosting on the left, and two with pure cream on the right.
So he only ate the top row and then closed the box carefully.
At this moment, a dazzling flame suddenly appeared in the night sky, and the "amusement park" in the distant starry sky was destroyed in a brilliant explosion. It was like the fleeting glory of the setting sun, illuminating the earth briefly and hotly.
It also illuminated the joy in Bai Ling's eyes.
It actually hit the target and was not intercepted midway.
If you think about it carefully, it seems that he has had a smooth journey in his life, as if the god of fate has favored him and someone has secretly prevented disasters for him.
Bai Ling turned his head, wanting to describe the excitement of the "fireworks" to the invisible mermaid, but he saw a brilliant golden wave reflected in the dark green eyes that should have been as silent as dead water.
Bai Ling looked at the box in his hand, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why don't you eat? You probably didn't eat dinner either. You waited for me until now and swam a long way with me on your back. Aren't you hungry?"
The mermaid's voice was low and mellow, ironing Bai Ling's beating heart: "I'll eat the food, and I'll leave peace to you."
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