Chapter 55

Looking at the twinkling light in the pair of crystal clear light blue eyes, Su Ci's heart moved. He hesitated for a moment, stretched

out his hand and pressed it on the top of the child's head, rubbing it gently. No. 3 did not avoid his hand.

He just lowered his head slightly, holding the flute tightly with his little hands, his body was a little tense, but compared with the previous time when his ears were touched, his performance was much better.

Then, he heard the keeper say: "When you don't like it, you have to learn to refuse, just like yesterday."

No. 3 raised his little head slightly.

From his perspective, the keeper was no longer a fog, and the information he received was no longer chaotic. It was as if a corner of the fog had been lifted for him, just like that day when

he wanted to grasp the colorful world, but in the end, he grasped the hand that the keeper extended to him.

Number Three felt unexpectedly calm. He didn't seem to be so resistant to contact with the keeper, nor did he mind him approaching his world.

"Take care of yourself."

Number Three nodded, "Yeah, okay."

The soft and small childish voice was as sweet as a kitten calling softly, which could sweeten people's hearts.

Then, he was touched on the head by the keeper again.

I don’t know if it’s because he’s used to it, but when he was patted on the head again, No. 3 felt like he wasn’t that nervous anymore, because… the hand that was touching his head was really warm.

Next, No. 3 continued to practice playing the flute.

The child’s flute sound was not as lively as No. 8’s, and it was intermittent. It was probably because he was usually too quiet and lacked exercise, so his lung capacity was not that sufficient.

Playing the flute is a very strenuous job for the beginner No. 3, and he has to take a break after playing a few notes.

But he didn’t complain, and practiced seriously, adjusting his breath little by little, using not only his ears but also his mental strength to feel the vibration of the sound.

After listening for a while, Su Ci began to feel sleepy again.

He couldn't help but yawn. He didn't think of many ways to help the earth recover, but he spent a lot of soul power on these cubs.

However, Su Ci was willful and didn't care about wasting this little time. After all, he was mentally prepared to spend millions of years, so he didn't need to be so anxious.

The young man looked tired, wondering whether to go back to sleep or walk around the 24th base according to the original plan.

But at this time, a sneaky figure of a dog appeared at the door of the activity room.

No. 8, who was supposed to be taken back to the room by 4586 to rest, appeared at the door of the activity room again. The nanny robot followed behind him, and the electronic eyes showed a worried pattern.

"Huff!"

The little wolf cub sneezed and couldn't help but wrap his warm coat tightly around himself. After realizing that there were only No. 2, No. 3, No. 6, and the keeper in the activity room, he walked in.

When he walked past No. 2, he inadvertently met the red-brown tiger eyes of the red-haired boy.

No. 2 was looking at him with a look that the little wolf cub couldn't understand, but it looked a bit hard to describe.

The little wolf cub was puzzled, but didn't show any fear.

He raised his chin, and without paying attention to No. 2's reaction, he walked past carelessly.

No. 8 was just unconscious due to the cold, and now that he has woken up, he doesn't remember that he had just entangled the little tiger and hugged him tightly to keep warm.

Number Two watched him walk past him, and from his expression, he knew that the little wolf had no memory of what had just happened.

He felt relieved, but at the same time, he couldn't help but get angry.

This wolf cub... is really ungrateful!

The little wolf had already forgotten about Number Two. He looked around the floor of the activity room, as if he was looking for something, but when he didn't find it, he came over to Number Three.

"Su Ci, have you seen my bamboo flute?" He looked around Number Three and Su Ci, but didn't find it, so he had to ask.

"I just fainted from the cold. When I woke up, I was in the room and found that my bamboo flute was missing!"

The little wolf was a little anxious. He looked around the activity room, but couldn't find the flute. He ran back again. He was about to ask No. 3, but suddenly remembered that he was blind, so he shut up again.

He swung his big furry tail unhappily and guessed, "Was it taken away by No. 7?"

Su Ci recalled and nodded.

"Why didn't you stop him..."

Su Ci thought the little wolf would go directly to No. 7 to get it back, but he only complained, then sat down next to him with his ears drooping.

He looked at the little wolf, and just as he was about to say something, he heard him say, "So, No. 7 is okay? He was so cold just now, like a popsicle!"

Thinking of the popsicle, the little wolf smacked his lips. In fact, the popsicle was quite delicious. Although he was still a little cold now, he couldn't help drooling when he thought of the taste of the popsicle.

"Well, he's okay." Su Ci looked at him, "Aren't you going to ask him to return your flute?"

Although it was essentially just a paper flute, Su Ci could make another one for him, but according to the little wolf's personality, it was really abnormal that he didn't ask for it back immediately.

After all, Su Ci could still see how much the little wolf treasured the bamboo flute.

The little wolf cub sat cross-legged, with his elbows on his knees and his cheek supported by one hand, looking very distressed. When he heard Su Ci's question, he sighed and said, "You don't understand."

Su Ci was immediately curious.

"Tell me about it?"

Even No. 3, who was practicing the flute seriously, pricked up his ears.

No. 8 didn't know what to do in the first place, and now someone was willing to listen to him, and it was a keeper he felt he could trust. He didn't struggle for a while before he confided his worries to the keeper.

"Didn't I go berserk that day and pinch No. 7 to death?" The young boy pressed his palm against his cheek, deforming his chubby cheek.

Su Ci watched him destroy his face and felt his hands itching.

"Are you listening to me?" the little wolf cub asked.

"Yeah." Su Ci nodded.

In fact, the situation might be more serious than what No. 8 said. If Su Ci had been a little later, No. 7 might have died.

"It's not entirely my fault, right?" The little wolf couldn't help but defend himself, "I got the flute first, but he didn't speak well. Not only did he snatch my flute, but he also called me stupid. That's why I was so angry!"

Su Ci nodded again, "Yeah, you're right."

The little wolf was instantly appeased. He subconsciously wanted to speak louder, but suddenly noticed something. He looked back at No. 2 and No. 6, and then at No. 3 next to him. He moved closer to Su Ci and continued to speak in a low voice.

"But... I suddenly realized today that No. 7 is really small, and looks similar to No. 3..." At this point, the little wolf's facial features wrinkled into a ball.

"Number Seven is very small, so what?" Su Ci asked calmly.

"So..." The little wolf cub hesitated, "Should I not have pinched him like that? It seems that he was almost strangled to death by me, and the scars on his neck have not disappeared until today... He looks so pitiful..."

The little wolf cub spoke his inner thoughts unconsciously, and at the same time, he also expressed his confusion.

He felt that Number Seven was very pitiful, but he also felt that it was not entirely his fault. However, there was a feeling in his heart pushing him, making him feel that if he didn't do something, he would be very uncomfortable.

Moreover, this discomfort might continue.

So even if Number Seven took his bamboo flute, he couldn't ask him to return it with a righteous attitude like before.

"So, what should I do now?" The little wolf cub said blankly.

Maybe it's really a habit, he can now naturally ask the keeper for help, and even express his secret thoughts to him.

For the little wolf cub, this has never happened before. Even before he was sent to the nursery, there was no one he could trust in the environment he grew up in.

In fact, he became a little uneasy after he said it, but the keeper never let him down.

He heard the young man say in a gentle voice: "If that's the case, then you just need to apologize for the part you did wrong."

"Apologize?"

"Yes." Su Ci nodded, "Go and say sorry to him. If you think this is not enough, you can give him some more compensation."

Hearing this, the young boy couldn't help but change his hand to support his cheek and fell into a dilemma again.

After a long while, the little wolf cub spoke reluctantly, "Can I just compensate without an apology? Saying sorry to others... that's weird."

The little wolf cub has never apologized to anyone in his life. In the environment where he grew up, whoever has the bigger fist has the final say. If you do something wrong and get caught, you will be beaten. There has never been any apology.

Of course, after arriving at the nursery, the nanny robot also educated him in this way, but the little wolf cub, who has formed his own set of ideas, does not recognize the robot's education.

Su Ci glanced at him, "Others may be able to, but number seven..."

Thinking of the little white deer crying while eating, the young man said seriously, "He should want your apology more."

The little wolf cub pouted slightly.

After a while, he asked again with a lucky mentality: "Do I really have to apologize?"

Su Ci shrugged, "If you want to feel better."

After saying this, Su Ci stopped persuading him. He left the decision to the little wolf cub. He was also curious about what choice this little wolf who always said one thing and meant another would make in the end.

Perhaps this was indeed a very difficult decision for the little wolf cub. He frowned and thought for a while, then suddenly raised his head and looked at No. 3 who started practicing again next to him.

He stood up, squeezed in and sat down next to the little boy, then consulted: "Number Three, do you think I should apologize to Number Seven?"

Although the little boy pretended to be nonchalant, the little wolf knew that he must have heard their conversation just now, but he didn't seem to mind being known by Number Three, probably because...

they are good friends now!

And with Number Three's personality, he will definitely not spread rumors everywhere. Like the keeper, he is a little friend worthy of his trust!

When the little wolf squeezed over, the little boy stopped playing, and he quietly moved to the side, but the little wolf squeezed towards him again, just to stick close to him.

Number Three frowned and gave up his little action helplessly, then tilted his head and thought carefully for a while before giving his suggestion.

He nodded and hummed softly in his baby voice.

"Ah... Even you think I should go and apologize..." The expression on the wolf cub's face fell again, and then he stood up resignedly, "Okay, then, I'll go and apologize to him! And then I'll get the flute back."

The strange thing is that after making this decision, the wolf cub actually felt that his mood really became relieved.

He grinned and a smile returned to his face.

"Number Three, I'll come to you to play the flute in the afternoon!" He patted the little boy's shoulder lightly and said cheerfully, and there was no worry in his energetic green eyes again.

Number Three listened to his hearty laughter, held the flute tightly in his little hand, and finally nodded imperceptibly.

Su Ci looked at the two of them. Although the noise of No. 6 was still echoing in his ears, he unexpectedly felt that his mood had improved.

Room 502 of the nursery.

After watching 4586 send No. 8 into the room, the little white deer also came back.

He didn't know that the little wolf cub had returned to the activity room after waking up. At this moment, he was sitting on the edge of his little bed, with his legs hanging in the air, holding the bamboo flute in both hands, and couldn't let it go.

This flute is really beautiful! There is also a very fresh smell. He can keenly distinguish that it should be made of a certain plant.

Of course, he doesn't recognize this plant.

It would be nice if I could see it in the future... Then, he couldn't help but feel sorry.

Hey, such a beautiful flute, how could it belong to the big stupid wolf No. 8? Moreover, the big stupid wolf had learned how to play the flute from nowhere…

Although he didn’t play it well at all, at least he could make the sound change.

The little white deer was a little frustrated. The thing he cared about the most was mastered by the person he hated the most. This feeling was really bad!

However, no matter how much he liked it, the little white deer never thought of taking the flute for himself.

When he meets the big stupid wolf again, he will return the flute to him, and then...

should he say thank you to him?

Thinking of this, the little white deer couldn't help but puff up his cheeks.

He was certainly reluctant, but... the big stupid wolf did help him and was frozen unconscious. If he didn't express his gratitude, he would always feel like there was a stone pressing on his heart and he would feel uncomfortable.

However, thanking the old enemy was still something that required great determination for the little white deer.

After all, he still remembered that the big stupid wolf almost strangled him to death.

The little white deer sighed deeply and lay back on his little bed. The silvery-white curls fell on the sheets and spread out gently, revealing two leaf-shaped ears.

He let go of the flute, grabbed his two ears, and pulled them boredly.

Speaking of which...

the little white deer pulled the pillow over, buried his face in it, rubbed it hard, and then, somewhat bored, let it go.

It was still more comfortable to bury his face in the big fluffy tail, but unfortunately, he didn't have a tail like the big stupid wolf.

The little white deer turned sideways and reached out to touch his tail.

His tail was small and short, and the loose cub clothes could easily hold it up and it would not be exposed. He himself could not see clearly what it looked like, but it felt like a small ball.

Although the hair was also soft, it was not like the big stupid wolf's. It was big and fluffy, and he could bury his face directly in it. It

was really enviable...

The little white deer let go of his tail and lay on the bed in a daze. Not long after, 4586 brought him lunch.

The power of his blood just exploded, and his body was in a state of fatigue. After replenishing his energy, he was so sleepy that his eyelids kept fighting.

However, the little white deer didn't want to sleep. He lay on the bed, holding up his eyelids.

Until...

the snow-white ears of the same color as the hair moved slightly. The little white deer turned his head to look at the door, only to see the tightly closed metal door slowly open. In the backlight, the figure of the young man appeared in his eyes.

It's the keeper!

The little white deer was a little happy, but before he could sit up, he saw a pair of furry ears popping out from behind the young man, followed by the head of the little wolf cub.

The little boy who was still lying in bed was stunned.

Number 8 is awake? Is he... coming to ask him for the flute?

Then, he heard the wolf cub and the keeper talking. Unlike his usual loud voice, the wolf cub lowered his voice at this time.

"He seems to be sleeping..."

The wolf cub covered his mouth and whispered, "Why don't we do it another day..."

Hearing this, the little boy blinked, and a trace of confusion appeared in his blue-black eyes.

When did No. 8 become so considerate? Knowing that the flute was with him, shouldn't he rush in and snatch the flute away immediately? Why did he change his mind just because he was sleeping?

"Are you sure?" The keeper's gentle voice rang out.

Then, the wolf cub didn't answer.

Number Seven lowered his head slightly. He could see the shadow of the wolf cub on the ground. His big fluffy tail was wagging back and forth. He knew that this was not a sign of happiness.

When the wolf cub was happy, the frequency of wagging its tail was much higher than now. Now it might be thinking or struggling.

How strange...

The little white deer observed for a while and simply sat up - anyway, he had never thought of stealing the wolf cub's flute from the beginning.

He just saw the flute fell to the ground and didn't want it to be damaged or lost, so he picked it up. He originally planned to return it to Number Eight when he went to the activity room tomorrow.

Since he came to ask for it, he might as well give it back to him.

The little boy suddenly sat up, scaring the teenager who was tentatively taking a foot forward.

"Why are you awake?" Number Eight said subconsciously.

Little White Deer shrugged his face, not wanting to show weakness in front of No. 8. He reached out and took the bamboo flute that he had just placed on the bed, then got off the bed.

Under No. 8's blank gaze, he ran over with his short legs and stuffed the bamboo flute back into the boy's hand.

"Back to you!"

After doing all this coolly, Little White Deer suddenly stopped. He opened his mouth, but he couldn't say thank you.

And No. 8 was holding the bamboo flute that he had lost and found in his hand. He was able to get it back from No. 7 without saying a word, but he was not as happy as he had imagined.

He looked at the boy's slightly pale face, and he didn't know if it was a psychological effect, but he felt that the color of the mark on Little White Deer's neck seemed to be darker.

Finally, the little wolf cub spoke awkwardly: "Does the wound on your neck still hurt?"

Hearing the boy's words, the little white deer subconsciously raised his hand and touched his neck. He didn't expect the little wolf cub to bring up this matter. The

little boy didn't answer for a while, and after the little wolf cub glanced at him, he turned his face away and looked at the wall, saying to himself: "I didn't mean it that day... I'm sorry."

Hearing this, the little white deer was completely stunned.

He stared at the boy in front of him who was a head taller than him, and couldn't help thinking in his heart, could this be someone else pretending to be him? Otherwise, how could the big stupid wolf apologize to him! After the

little wolf cub said sorry awkwardly, his whole neck turned red. He didn't know why, these three words were obviously quite simple, but it felt harder to say them than asking him to duel with No. 2.

But after he really said it, he felt much more comfortable in his heart.

It doesn't seem that difficult!

The little wolf turned his head and looked at the confused little boy. He felt a little embarrassed again, so he continued to add.

"But, I got the flute first that day. I took the flute back from you, and I did nothing wrong. I will not apologize for this part!"

The keeper said that he only needed to apologize for the part he did wrong. If he did not do anything wrong, he did not need to apologize.

After the little wolf said this, the atmosphere became a little stiff again.

Number 8 also vaguely felt that he should not have said the latter sentence, but he really did not think he was wrong.

Yes, he was not wrong in the beginning! He has now apologized for his mistakes!

Thinking like this, the little wolf cub became righteous again. Of course, he also felt that it seemed a bit frivolous to offset his mistakes with just one sentence.

Because if it was him, and someone almost killed him, and then apologized to him, it would be absolutely impossible for him to forgive that person!

The vengeful Night Wolf would never forgive so easily!

So, thinking from another perspective, the little wolf cub felt that this way of apologizing was not so good.

So he also felt that the current uncomfortable atmosphere was probably caused by the little white deer's unwillingness to accept his apology. Then, did he have to use something else to compensate No. 7?

Just when No. 8 was thinking seriously, he heard -

"Well, I was wrong that day. I didn't follow the rules. I apologize to you."

"I'm sorry."

The little boy spoke in a gentle tone, without the sharpness when he usually laughed at him, nor the sourness and sensitivity after crying. The tender little voice sounded unexpectedly soft.

This time, it was the wolf cub's turn to be stunned.

He lowered his head to look at No. 7, but the child lowered his head and clenched his fingers awkwardly. No. 8 could only see his small silver-white curls, fluffy and soft, looking at him, he actually felt a bit well-behaved.

Then, he heard the child say, "Also... thank you, when my blood was raging..."

Little White Deer paused, too embarrassed to directly mention that No. 8 held him, so he had to change the wording, "Well, you helped me at that time, thank you."

"Ah... well..."

The young boy, who faced this kind of scene for the first time, scratched his hair helplessly.

No. 7 actually...

thanked him! I've never seen anything like this before! But...

"Well? Was your blood raging? When did it happen?" The boy said with a confused look on his face, "Why didn't I know?"