Chapter 64: The reason why things in life go against your wishes is because of something else...
Things in life don’t go as planned because there are other plans.
Yu Chen thought of the newspaper clipping sandwiched between the chessboards. He lowered his eyes, held the back of Bai Ling's head as if he was holding a fragile velvet flower, and pressed his lips against the young man's forehead with great care.
His treasure is back...
The bird's mouth drooped, and the tiny lights were reflected in its moist eyes. It turned its face to the side in embarrassment, and its nose accidentally touched the cellophane wrapping the flowerpot.
The layers of double-petaled roses are rimmed with a layer of gold by the halo, forming a small sea of flowers in the transparent packaging bag. That rich sweet fragrance, deep yet powerful, gradually spread throughout the station as the body temperature between the two people evaporated.
Bai Ling stared at the flowers in a daze.
If you keep thinking about it, you will eventually get it back.
"I didn't know what kind of flowers you liked, so I brought this pot." The mermaid took his hand.
Bai Ling lowered his head and hid his eyes, "...Who would send flowers with the pot?"
"I thought the birds preferred the flowers that grew in the soil. Don't you want them?"
"Give it to me!" He snatched it away viciously.
Always so sincere, passionate and straightforward.
The image of the scarred wooden bird appeared before Yu Chen’s eyes. Its pale face looked as if it might burst into destruction at any moment.
We lie because we are insecure.
When you feel loved, you can bloom freely.
Yu Chen closed his eyes and sighed, "Luckily it's me."
"What?"
Yu Chen rubbed his cold knuckles, held them in his hands to warm them, and raised his eyes and said, "Luckily I was the one who picked you up, otherwise, with your temper of repaying even a drop of kindness with a spring of water, you would definitely be cheated by someone."
This was originally a sigh, but the bird bit its lower lip, its blood-filled cheeks flushed slightly, and it admitted bitterly:
"Damn it, you tricked me into doing this."
Yu Chen paused for a moment and couldn't help but said, "Ah..."
Bai Ling frowned: "Why are you sighing again? Are you dissatisfied?"
He was just about to emphasize to the mermaid that the store refused to accept returns, but the next second he was hugged.
Yu Chen buried his face. Today the little bird was wearing a light beige down jacket, a soft down jacket. He held it in his arms, and it felt as fluffy as the soft feathers buried in the bird's chest. He apologized proactively:
"I'm sorry, but I really like it."
Bai Ling's face and neck suddenly felt hot, and the sound of his pulse echoed in his ears. The old man admitted his misconduct with a defeated look on his face, which was even more tempting than saying sweet words.
His original questioning momentum melted away in an instant, and the heat made his head confused, and he stammered:
"Ah... this... thank you for your patronage."
I was stunned when I said it. Is he stupid? Why do we have to say thank you for your patronage?
Yu Chen tightened his arms and couldn't help laughing: "You are so cute, just like the electric parrot on the shelf of the convenience store."
His little bird was so angry that it raised its leg and hit him with its prosthetic limb. He smiled and said, "The electric bird bit me."
Bai Ling forced himself to remain calm and muttered loudly, "You're the one being nagged. Just take it."
He thought the mermaid would object to this, but she slightly opened her mouth and looked at him seriously. Bai Ling's pupils trembled, and the beautiful light and shadow billboard spread a large area of brilliant crimson behind the mermaid, making the pair of green eyes look as magnificent as the sea at sunrise.
It is no longer stagnant water.
They were so close, so close that their breath blended and each other's heartbeats were clearly audible, so close that when Bai Ling raised his head slightly to look into those eyes, his heart trembled, as if the vast drowning ocean was about to tilt and pour into his eyes at any moment.
The mermaid's eyelashes drooped slightly, and her warm and strong hands intertwined with his fingers, tightening, "Actually, I should be the one saying thank you."
Bai Ling opened his lips in confusion, his body burning with heat.
He spoke each word with a gloomy tone, as if he was engraving all his life's emotions into it:
"Thank you for your kindness, I am very grateful."
The signal that had been intermittent for twenty years finally broke through the regrets and shackles and sent a loud echo.
This time, Bai Ling and he met in advance and did not pass by each other again.
Thank you very much for your kindness.
This sentence has become the concrete expression of all beautiful dreams. The meaning was so profound that Bai Ling stared at the halo behind the mermaid and felt a strong sense of unreality.
Same scene, similar weather, but completely different words.
Her shoes were dry and warm, her nose was filled with the scent of flowers, and she held his arms tightly, lovingly and protectively. Everything was too idealistic, and he couldn't help but think...
Am I experiencing my last second before death?
Medically speaking, some people's near-death experiences are indefinitely prolonged. Everything now may be the afterimage left in my consciousness by the spark that flashed for a moment at the nerve endings of my brain, which I imagined to make up for the regret of not seeing you.
Just like when the game save has come to an end, it will say END.
Perhaps once I achieve perfection, my consciousness will be disconnected.
Never see you again.
"It's half past six." Yu Chen glanced at the time. The station was about to usher in another evening rush hour. There were too many people coming and going, and all kinds of prying eyes inevitably put psychological pressure on his little bird. He shook the bony hand, led the people out, and said with a low smile:
"Since it's a date, of course we have to have a good meal. What do you want to eat? It's my treat."
However, there was no response from behind.
Yu Chen turned around and saw the bird stagger forward two steps, then turned its head to the side. The light from the billboard illuminated the winding tear marks.
So sad.
But his little bird was still holding on, frantically digging through his pockets to find something to wipe it, while trying to comfort him:
"Wait, just wait a moment. Let me calm down. Otherwise, I'll be embarrassed when I go out. If someone sees me, they might think you bullied me."
Yu Chen was stunned for a moment, and he pulled the corner of his mouth and said what he really meant: "I really want to bully you now."
"Oh..." The bird pursed its lips and stammered.
I'm too lazy to even resist.
Yu Chen took this as consent and strode over to take away the flowerpot that he was holding tightly in his arms like a treasure. Bai Ling let out a low cry and was about to speak, but he felt a strong arm lifting his legs. In a flash, the mermaid had already held him upright.
Her sight suddenly rose more than ten centimeters and a feeling of weightlessness came over her. Bai Ling hurriedly hugged the man's shoulders and back, folded her legs like a koala, and clamped them around the mermaid's waist.
"No, it's too embarrassing... everyone will see it." Bai Ling spoke with a strong nasal tone, but he didn't notice that his hand hooked on the mermaid's neck was quietly moving closer.
Yu Chen's voice was low and gentle: "Don't worry, they don't dare to look at me."
And the bird will feel more comfortable if carried like this. This posture of holding the buttocks and hugging the legs can maximize the physical contact with the omega, temporarily increase the sense of intimacy and security, and reduce the omega's anxiety.
Those little omegas who are differentiated at the age of thirteen or fourteen are all spoiled by their parents.
However, this one in his family is of advanced age and has never tasted anything similar, so it is inevitable that he feels flustered and at a loss.
Yu Chen taught him to get used to it step by step.
A bus passed by outside, and the little bird seemed to be frightened. It immediately shrank its shoulders and hid its face subconsciously.
When birds of prey are exposed to unfamiliar environments, they respond in a stress-like manner.
In order to make the falcon feel secure and calm down as quickly as possible, common practices include tying a hat, an eye mask, or more directly covering it with a soft towel to block the falcon's vision.
Yu Chen didn't have a towel, so he took off his scarf with one hand, slightly bent his back backward, and made some space so that Bai Ling could cover him.
Bai Ling grabbed the scarf on her head and quickly buried her face in it, murmuring softly, "I can do it myself, I can do it myself."
Not willing to make anyone worry at all.
"You've been so good today..." Yu Chen sighed almost imperceptibly, then paused, stroked his muscular back, and lowered his voice, as softly as if coaxing a child:
"If you feel bad, just keep crying on me. I'm holding you."
As soon as the words fell, the billboard flashed at the right moment, and a big smile appeared on the pure and warm crimson background.
【o(〃'▽'〃)oYou are within the monitoring protection range~】
It's the little robots that have invaded the billboards.
There was mist in Bai Ling's gray eyes, and there seemed to be a fire burning in his chest. He turned his head and rubbed the mermaid's neck, accepting her protection.
Perhaps it was fate, but just a few steps out of the platform, the drifting drizzle stopped gently.
The smiling face on the billboard disappeared, and the real-time time and weather were displayed in the upper right corner again.
[Tonight's weather: light rain turning sunny, -2 degrees]
That night, many people stopped on their way home and looked back at the loving couple. There was envy, confusion and displeasure in the inquiring eyes.
But the protagonist in the field of vision doesn't care at all, as if walking in this world, yet independent of the fleeting night.
"Mom, what happened to that brother?" The little girl stopped and tugged at her mother's clothes.
The mother gently explained, "Maybe he's sick. You see, the brother has a prosthetic leg. Maybe he's in pain somewhere and can't walk anymore."
The little girl nodded, not quite understanding.
The woman smiled and looked back at the figure again.
The white-haired young man was being carried astride a man, his upper body resting on a pair of broad shoulders, relying on the other person with all his heart and soul.
The slightly older one was wearing a pure black velvet single-breasted long coat with the cuffs slightly raised and rolled up to his forearms. His left hand was across the young man's buttocks, the veins on his forearm were blue and the muscles were bulging, supporting his body weight with one hand; in his right hand, he held a plastic bag stained with water droplets, and in the bag was a large pot of blooming flowers.
It was like a parent who had to pick up his child and take him home because his child was in a bad mood while shopping for groceries.
The woman hid the child. In fact, she knew clearly that it was the alpha guardian passing by who was collecting and comforting the omega.
However, that kind of strict protective attitude is rarely seen in today's society.
The woman couldn't help but sigh: "I'm so envious..."
As she was talking, she suddenly became angry and decided to go home and beat up her dead husband who was doing nothing.
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There are many century-old shops hidden in the streets and alleys of the civilian area.
Bai Ling used to be short of money, so when he passed by these brightly lit shops, he would only dare to slow down, glance inside casually, and sniff the aroma of baking food coming from inside.
Never dared to go in.
So when Yu Chen took him into one of them, he had a subtle expression, feeling a mixture of curiosity and sighing.
The foreman led them to the backyard, where there was a glass house surrounded by three sides. There was a red-hot stove next to the table. The environment was quiet and there would be no noise to disturb them.
Yu Chen used to be a frequent visitor here.
The lifespan of the immortal mermaids can easily span centuries. From the first time he visited this shop to now, the shop has been passed down for four generations.
Before entering the room, Bai Ling had already begged him to let her go. As I passed by a wooden corridor full of hams, I happened to see an old photo wall. Yu Chen took his hand and pointed to him with a smile:
"Let me show you Xiao Yi."
Bai Ling quickly raised his head to look for it: "Where is it?"
"Here." Yu Chen pointed to an inconspicuous place. Bai Ling leaned over to take a look, expecting to see the young and handsome Isuparaiso, but when he looked closely, he saw only a vague silhouette.
Or it was taken incidentally in the background when others were taking a happy group photo.
It fits in with the usual mystery of mermaids, and if you think about it, it also seems a bit lonely.
Bai Ling turned his eyes and asked, "Do you always come to eat alone?"
Yu Chen said casually: "My taste is very picky, and I can't eat the same food as others."
After saying that, he rubbed Bai Ling's small feathers.
Bai Ling curled her lips, understanding what he meant. After all, she was the "tricky" one that suited his taste.
While Yu Chen went to order drinks, Bai Ling quickly took out his terminal, quietly took the photo, and carefully saved it in his photo album.
The two of them sat down, and the servant came over to ask about their dietary restrictions. Yu Chen lightly snapped his fingers and raised his thin lips:
"Is there a chick meal? My baby might want creamy mushroom pasta."
It is said that when bird children fall down and cry because their wings are hurt, their parents have to prepare creamy mushroom pasta for them to eat so that they can fly high when they grow up. This strange tradition, just like the ancient Earth custom of eating canned yellow peaches when catching a cold, has a warm starting point and comes with family-style care.
Bai Ling placed his hands on the table, his palms supporting his cheeks, his eyes still a little red. Hearing the dishes Yu Chen ordered, she hummed softly, a little annoyed: "Wow, you really understand me."
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