Chapter 35 New Boss
When Lu Song came back, the child fell into an uneasy light sleep.
Lu Song asked softly, "Falling asleep."
Zhuo Can nodded.
They stood and sat, looking at each other's half-bright and half-dark outlines under the candlelight, both of them felt palpitations.
Blame him for being too beautiful.
Zhuo Can was shocked by himself. He felt that there was something wrong with a good-looking man over and over again.
He quickly shifted his attention: "Did the negotiation produce any results?"
"Well, move us to another hotel for free."
"What about the documents?"
"I spent some money and hired someone to go get it." Seeing his surprised expression, Lu Song explained, "It's not just me, some guests also need it. I asked them to take down my briefcase and some of Mian Li's things."
"It's charged by weight, right?"
"right."
The documents naturally don't have much weight, but it's hard to say about the things in the sleeping ceremony.
The 30th floor, it’s the 30th floor.
Zhuo Can didn't intend to ask how much it cost.
Xiao Zhuo, a social animal, sighed that any problem that can be solved with money is not a problem.
An hour later, everything they needed was brought down, and someone even carried a sleeping cart.
Going up and down sixty floors, he surprisingly didn't look very tiring.
The staff's proficiency made it hard to believe that this was the first time a power outage had occurred.
Zhuo Can and Lu Song picked up their things and prepared to leave.
Before leaving, the candle at the front desk went out again.
Those are not their concerns.
There was a quiet moonlight outside the hotel's gate, dispelling the gloomy darkness.
Mian Li, who was lying on Zhuo Can's shoulder, suddenly opened her eyes.
The clarity of his eyes made Lu Song next to him suspect that he had not slept at all and was just pretending.
Zhuo Can didn't notice, and Lu Song didn't remind him. He wanted to see what Mian Li was going to do.
The child stretched out his hand and spread his five fingers towards the hotel lobby.
Lu Song clearly saw a bracelet like water waves appear on His wrist. Faint, firefly-like light drifted out from the bracelet, entwined and swaying like a piece of music, and flew into the hotel.
Lu Song turned around and saw that each ray of light fell on a different candle, and the damp wicks miraculously lit up.
The waiter exclaimed in surprise: "It's on order! It's on order!"
Not only did it reignite, it was also much brighter than before, even surpassing the brightness of a flashlight.
Although it is just a drop in the bucket in the vast darkness, this tiny candlelight can also make the anxiously waiting people feel more at ease.
Zhuo Can turned around and saw Lu Song still there: "What's wrong? Hey, their candles are ready."
Just as Lu Song was about to explain, Mian Li raised his index finger, put it to his lips, and made a "hush" gesture to silence him.
The adult raised an eyebrow and kept his mouth shut.
Mianli gave a small, sly smile and closed her eyes again before Zhuo Can noticed.
Lu Song glanced at the swaying candlelight over there and followed.
It's clearly a good deed, but you don't let anyone know.
What a strange little guy.
Well, God’s thoughts cannot be measured by mortal thinking.
*
After arriving at the new hotel and putting his things away, Mianli didn't want to sleep, or even stay in the room.
Zhuo Can guessed that he was afraid that the power outage would happen again, so he suggested, "Why don't we go out for a walk? It's still early anyway."
Lu Song glanced at the time and said, "Okay. There's a riverside park nearby, let's go for a walk there."
It was already nine o'clock when they arrived at the riverside. There were not many people around and the only sound they could hear was the sound of waves crashing against the rocks.
The three of them walked slowly along the riverbank, Zhuo Can and Lu Song holding Mian Li on the left and right to swing.
The child has never played this before. He giggles every time he swings on it and really likes this way of playing.
If there weren't two men, Zhuo Can thought, the current scene would look too much like a warm family of three.
They sat on the steps beside the grass slope, Zhuo Can propped up his chin and said, "My parents always took me out to play like this when I was a child."
Lu Song remembered that his parents were both very good people, and they were able to raise such a good child like Zhuo Can.
He had some selfish motives when he brought Zhuo Can out this time, but he never found a chance to speak.
There is no more suitable atmosphere than this moment.
He took the opportunity to ask, "How are uncle and auntie doing?"
"Everything's fine. My dad retired early and gets up early every day to go fishing with a bunch of uncles. My mom still works, and when she gets home she grows flowers, paints, and so on. Their lives are pretty fulfilling—to be honest, more fulfilling than mine. The last time I went back to see them was during the Chinese New Year, and then I..." He paused, "I was transported into another world by this little guy."
Mianli was squatting by the grass watching the ants. When he heard the accusation, he raised his head and retorted, "That wasn't Lili's fault."
Zhuo Can pinched his nose: "If it's not you, then who is it?"
Mianli used her tail to pull his overstepping hand down, unable to explain herself: "That's not Lili!"
If it wasn't Him, who else could it be?
Zhuo Can didn't pay much attention to it and continued, "I finally came back from there, and I've been taking care of him all the time, so I don't have time." He glanced at Lu Song and added, "I'm not complaining about the lack of vacation time."
Lu Song was amused: "Then I'll grant you an extra annual leave."
"Oh, please don't." Zhuo Can refused repeatedly.
The big boss doesn't understand the sufferings of the world, and such differential treatment will make it impossible for him to survive in the office.
"Besides..." Zhuo Can's expression fell, "I still don't dare to tell them about Mian Li."
How should I start speaking? How can I start speaking?
My parents are old and have been staunch atheists all their lives. They are not like young people like Qi Rui and Lu Song who are willing to accept things that are beyond common sense.
They absolutely cannot accept the existence of the "Lord God".
If we treat Mianli as a simple human child and cannot explain the origin of his blond hair and blue eyes that clearly show his foreign ancestry, it would be even more difficult to believe.
In the best-case scenario, his parents would accept it calmly and urge him to find a partner, get married, have his own children and settle down - this whole chain doesn't sound too good either.
Fortunately, my parents live far away and we don’t contact each other often, so I tried to hide it if I could.
Lu Song listened to him complain quietly.
At first, Zhuo Can was respectful and cautious towards him due to their superior-subordinate relationship. But now that they were getting to know each other better, he had regained his talkative nature.
No different from when I was a kid,
The way he complains about his parents urging him to get married now is exactly the same as when he was a child secretly complaining that his parents didn't allow him to go out and play.
The evening breeze is gentle, the moonlight is intoxicating, and the memories gradually stretch out.
After listening to him, Lu Song pretended to ask casually: "Uncle, do you still watch agricultural programs every night with your meals like before?"
"Yes, it's been the same for decades—" Zhuo Can answered subconsciously, his eyes widening. "How did you know?"
He never told him that.
Not to mention Lu Song, whom he had just met, even Xiaohui didn't know about it. Only Qi Rui, who often went to his house to play when he was a child, knew about his father's habit.
Lu Song smiled and sighed: "I have been waiting for you to remember it, but it seems that you really have forgotten it."
*
After hearing this, Zhuo Can was stunned for a long time.
Of course he remembered the young teacher who was his tutor back then. He was smart and handsome, and was his first idol when he was a child.
The young teacher came three times a week, and those three days became the days he looked forward to the most.
Next to the little teacher, I can calm down even when doing math problems.
Unfortunately, the good times didn’t last long. They moved away and their contact with the young teacher ended there.
Later I found several new tutors, but was not satisfied with any of them.
His parents have lamented more than once that they will never find someone as responsible as him.
Later on, the memories were thrown into the long river of time, gradually washed away and diluted, leaving only a warm and vague shadow.
Who could have expected that more than ten years later, we would meet again in a completely different place.
When he was a child, Lu Song was his idol, and when he grew up, Lu Song became even more popular.
Zhuo Can felt a little embarrassed - whether it was because of his forgetfulness or this wonderful fate.
But he still had doubts. In his impression, Lu Song was not a rich young master.
Zhuo Can had a thousand things to say, but the final question he asked was very simple: "Why did you become a tutor back then? Was it to experience life?"
Lu Song laughed: "That's a very long story."
Zhuo Can still had a lot of questions in his mind, but the shock of recognizing an old friend temporarily overshadowed his unnecessary doubts.
But this would explain why Lu Song was so nice to him.
It turns out it was because of an old friend.
He felt he should say something, but Mian Li, who was sleeping in the stroller, turned over restlessly.
Mianli is dreaming.
Sometimes he frowned tightly, sometimes he clenched his fists in anger, and sometimes even tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.
More like a nightmare.
His train of thought was interrupted, and Zhuo Can took the child out of the car without waking up the lightly sleeping god.
Zhuo Can poked his soft little face: "How many consecutive dreams have you had?"
The tail exists independently of the main body. Even though Mian Li was still fast asleep, his devilish tail did not rest with him and it caught Lu Song accurately this time.
He wrapped it so tightly that it caused mankind to feel a subtle pain.
Lu Song took the child in his arms, but he didn't expect that after exchanging arms, the sleeping boy choked up.
His eyeballs kept trembling, and he opened his mouth and murmured softly.
It seemed like a cry for help, more like a plea.
Lu Song frowned, lowered his head and listened attentively.
“F…”
Zhuo Can asked nervously, "What did He say?"
Lu Song listened again and repeated hesitantly: "It seems to be F."
"F? The letter F?"
"I'm not sure." Lu Song said, "Hasn't He mentioned it before?"
Zhuo Can shook his head: "Even though she looks like a doll, I'm sure she never spoke English."
What is F?
Is it some kind of code name?
The adults all thought at the same time, might it be related to Mianli’s own world?
Zhuo Can just found out that "the new boss is actually an old acquaintance of mine", which shocked him a lot and made him doubt and have a completely different understanding.
The world of Mianli seemed to have become unfamiliar even though he had stayed there for three months.
Lu Song stood up while holding Mian Li in his arms: "Let's go back first, don't catch a cold."
There is a long way to go. If you have any questions, please ask them later.
At least for him, a big thing has been solved today.
As for where Zhuo Can and he will go in the future, let time take its course.
Zhuo Can agreed.
His mind is in a mess now and he needs time to digest it. Being blown by the wind here is not a good idea.
As they walked back, Zhuo Can felt something was a little strange, perhaps because the evening breeze by the river was getting stronger and stronger. It was completely different from the ease they had felt when they came.
It seemed as if there was something unknown, staring at him in the dark.
It's as if... it's as if I've been being watched since I don't know when.
That almost physical gaze made him feel uneasy and even terrified.
Seeing his strange expression, Lu Song asked, "What's wrong?"
Zhuo Can hesitated to speak, and finally shook his head: "I feel a little dizzy after standing up so suddenly."
That weird feeling didn't disappear until we left Jiangxin Park.
Even though summer is about to arrive, the sight that has no source can be found is like a frozen lake in winter.
It must be an illusion.
He comforted himself.
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