Chapter 38: Lili Becomes a Father
Mianli really likes dressing mirrors.
Or to be more precise, He likes to change clothes in front of the mirror.
In the original world, He needed to maintain the holy image of a god, and His white robe never changed.
In the present world, both Zhuo Can and others love to buy all kinds of clothes for Him, matching them from head to toe.
Mianli has enough capital and looks cute in whatever she wears. When a child star goes out, she shines everywhere.
He seems to understand how cute he is and is quite particular about his attire.
Now, the little fairy took a set of light blue denim overalls and flew to the mirror.
He rubbed his thumb and middle finger together like an adult, as if he was about to snap his fingers.
It didn't work.
However, the golden light obediently flowed around him, and after a moment, the overalls were neatly put on his body.
But the demanding little god was not very satisfied. He frowned, tilted his head, and looked at the unhappy child in the mirror.
He snapped his fingers silently again, and the clothes peeled off automatically.
The child flew to the wardrobe and picked out another shirt, this time a color-blocked shirt.
He flew back to the mirror, tried again, and gave up.
Back to the closet again——
I tried it over and over again, but I still couldn't find the one I liked.
Zhuo Can was bored and leaned on the side playing with his phone.
I used to think that only when you have a girlfriend would you wait so long before going out, but I didn’t expect that raising children would be the same.
Even Kamisama cannot escape the nature of human beings - the fear of making choices.
Seeing that one set of clothes after another was changed and the closet was almost empty, the child still couldn't make a decision. Zhuo Can put down his phone and came out to take charge of the situation.
A smoky gray baseball cap, a grass green T-shirt with a milky white bear on it, canvas shoes with the same grass green laces, and a small crossbody bag decorated with a plush doll.
He picked out the clothes by hand, put them on the child by hand, then pressed Mianli's shoulders and let him look at himself in the mirror.
Playful and bright, a cool guy.
Zhuo Can bent down, his big head pressed against the little head: "Kamisama, what do you think?"
According to his usual character, he would probably snort arrogantly and say something curt like "Not bad."
What Zhuo Can didn't expect was that Mian Li turned around, hugged his neck, and gave him a kiss on the face.
Humanity is flattered.
Although the little god's praise of "being worthy of being Lili's servant, with decent vision" was mainly to praise his own thoughts, his words were almost overflowing.
It seems that I have also mastered the ability to read minds, Zhuo Can thought.
Mianli twisted and turned in front of the mirror, probably thinking that the person in the mirror was very cute.
"Alright, alright, stop being so conceited. You're the most handsome boy in the world." Zhuo Can picked him up and carried him on his shoulder. This was their new travel posture. "Let's go—"
The little guy rode on his neck and raised his hand high as if waving a sword: "Send out the flowers~!"
*
Xiaohui is a designer with a wide range of work to do, from large auditoriums to small living rooms. As long as the money is right, she can be hired.
Sometimes, people around them will also enjoy the benefits.
When she was doing marketing for the opening of a children's theme store she had designed before, she got an internal VIP ticket and gave it to Zhuo Can.
After Zhuo Can got promoted, he became busy with work and had less time to accompany the sleeping ceremony.
He felt guilty and spent his entire weekends with Him.
The experience day schedule runs from morning to night, with various activities, and most of them are for parents to bring their children along.
The families that came here were of different compositions, some were single-parent families, some were grandparents, and some looked about the same age as Zhuo Can but more like older brothers or sisters.
However, the most common composition is still a standard monogamous family of three.
When making clay, parents are responsible for mixing the clay, while the children are responsible for shaping the final shape.
Zhuo Can prepared the raw materials and sat there observing other families.
As luck would have it, except for the two of them, all the other children in the activity room were brought by their parents.
When other children are tired, they act like spoiled brats to their fathers, and when their hands are dirty, their mothers help them.
The scene reminded Zhuo Can of his own home; at the same time, he was a little worried, fearing that it would bring up some sad memories for Xiao Mianli.
Not to mention that he was an imposter who was a single dad, even before he appeared, Mianli didn't look like someone who grew up in a happy family environment with a strict father and a kind mother.
Unexpectedly, the little god was indifferent to such a happy family scene.
His tender little white hands were plunged into the dirty mud without any scruples. Even though he was wearing an apron, his clothes were still stained with mud (this set of clothes was very expensive, and Zhuo Can's heart was bleeding), and even his face was covered with mud.
He grabbed the mud with a serious expression, as if he was making the greatest creation in the world.
But to a certain extent, He is indeed the creator of a certain world.
Then it wouldn't be too much of a stretch to do some of Nuwa's work in creating humans.
Mianli pinched it on the left and poked it again, and it looked pretty good.
Although Zhuo Can has no idea what He is going to do so far.
Mian Li was playing when he suddenly looked up and asked a completely unrelated question: "Where is Lulu?"
Zhuo Can was stunned for a moment, then realized that he was talking about Lu Song.
He thought for a moment and replied, "I'm a little busy lately, but I'll come see you later."
Not only Mian Li, even Zhuo Can himself hadn't seen him outside the president's office for quite a while.
Ever since Vice President Jiang Xiao came, Lu Song has become visibly busier, and many departments have started working overtime.
So internal competition is not a good thing.
Listen to the voices of workers.
"oh."
Upon hearing this, Mianli lowered his head and continued to play his own games.
It didn't sound happy, nor sad.
Zhuo Can sat across from Him, holding his chin as he watched Him play, and asked that question for the thousandth time: "Kami-chan, where are your parents?"
"What are mom and dad?"
"It's like... a loving couple who have a lovely baby." Zhuo Can gave an example, "For example, A Rui and Xiao Hui, when they have a child in the future, they will be the father and mother."
Mian Li didn't even look back: "Lulu is Daddy."
Zhuo Can: “…”
What the hell?
What kind of outrageous secret is this?
Could it be that Lu Song's true identity is——
Fortunately, Mianli added in time: "You are the mother."
Zhuo Can: “…”
It seems even more wrong!
The simple-minded Zhuo Can did not think much about what kind of twisted relationship he and Lu Song had in the eyes of a child. What he noticed was that Mian Li avoided the topic of parents again and again.
After a while, Mianli finally came ashore from the mud, holding a pair of little figures.
Zhuo Can was sure that the little fairy must have used his magical powers, otherwise how could a three-year-old child make the clay figure as detailed as a figurine.
The one on the left is obviously Zhuo Can, and the one on the right looks a bit like Lu Song, but also looks more like someone else.
Zhuo Can pointed to the one on the left: "Me?"
Mianli nodded.
Then he pointed to the one on the right: "Is that... Lu Song?"
Mianli nodded, then shook his head.
"F."
He said softly.
"What's F?"
No matter how much he pressed the issue, He refused to say another word.
*
The topic about mom and dad remained in Mianli's heart in another way.
When he went to daycare the next week, he had a new way of playing.
Mianli, Tao Yingjia and Tao Mian sat on the foam blanket in the fence, with a pile of brand new small tableware in front of them, as well as various plastic ingredients that looked so realistic.
Simply put, it is equipment for playing house.
That's right, starting from a certain moment when all three of them were unsure (one couldn't say it, and two didn't want to say it), the children who originally disliked each other suddenly became friends by leaps and bounds. They stuck together to do everything, and there was no room for others to "interfere".
The Lili faction and the Jiajia faction disbanded and transformed into the Jiali group.
In the past, Tao Yingjia firmly believed that playing house was a game only for girls, but when Mianli wanted to play on a whim, he had no choice but to accompany her.
Mianli, who still wears a little dinosaur bib when eating, now helps Taomian put on hers in a very professional manner, and then assigns roles: "She'll be the baby."
Tao Yingjia felt something was wrong: "She is my younger sister."
Mianli insisted: "Baby."
Tao Yingjia dismissed it: "Sister."
Mianli's voice sounded a little unhappy: "Baby!"
Tao Yingjia: "Sister... forget it."
What can you do? Faced with a bad-tempered and crying doll, what else can you do except pamper her?
Mianli was satisfied that he still held the dominant position as always and continued to assign tasks: "Lili, be the father. Yeah. You are the mother."
Tao Yingjia couldn't accept it: "Why should I be the mother? No, you be the mother and I'll be the father."
"No." The little god stood up, hands on his hips, and spoke condescendingly, "Everyone should obey the etiquette."
Tao Yingjia opened his mouth, not knowing how to refute.
...It's too dictatorial!
Boys are not like little girls who are born with the ability to play house, so their interest in the sleeping ceremony soon faded.
He skipped the day of earning money, working and doing housework as a "dad" and jumped directly to putting his children to sleep before bed.
Mianli lay on the carpet, learning the lullaby that Zhuo Can had sung in her memory, and coaxed little Taomian to sleep.
"Sleep, baby, sleep well..."
It was indeed very hypnotic. Before He could hum two sentences, He was interrupted by yawning (_ _)( - . - )(~O~)…( - . - ).
A long, long time ago, it seemed like someone had sung this to Him.
Different melody, different voice.
Or maybe it was just his imagination.
When Zhuo Can came to pick her up, Mianli had actually coaxed herself to sleep first.
The baby, who should have been coaxed to sleep, sat awake beside Him, patting Him like an adult and mumbling "Oh~Oh!"
Trying hard to speak.
As for Tao Yingjia, he sat leaning on the other side, letting Mianli rest her head on his knees, and holding his sister with his other hand.
The three children cuddled together like a nest of sleepy, fluffy chicks.
Even though Zhuo Can has seen countless cute shots of the little fairy, it is really hard not to find such a scene extremely cute.
When in doubt, take a photo first.
Crack.
The shutter sound woke Tao Yingjia up. The child rubbed his eyes, saw Zhuo Can clearly, and greeted him: "Hello, brother."
"Hello." He asked softly, "Did you put Lili to sleep?"
Tao Yingjia looked down at the smaller boy still lying on her lap and nodded.
Zhuo Can rubbed his hair and said with a smile: "Thank you."
Zhuo Can carefully held Mian Li in his arms. The child turned over comfortably in the familiar scent and muttered, "Stupid Jia Jia..."
Oh my, the rating has changed from big bad guy to stupid guy.
The last person called a fool by the little god... well, Zhuo Can thought, it seemed to be himself.
Oh my, it turns out that in His heart, he is at the same level as a four or five-year-old child.
The old father was heartbroken.
He turned to leave, then stopped when he thought of something.
Tao Yingjia's gaze was still following him.
Zhuo Can winked at the boy and said, "Even though Li Li never says it, He actually likes you very much."
Tao Yingjia blushed when she heard this.
What an interesting kid.
*
Zhuo Can, Qi Rui and Xiao Hui’s birthdays are very close, all concentrated at the turn of spring and summer.
The birthdays of the two cats are also interspersed in between. As a pet cat adopted from a professional breeder, Zhizhi's exact date of birth is naturally recorded; as for Taotao, the day when Qi Rui adopted it is used as a commemoration.
Although everyone celebrates their birthday differently, most birthdays include gifts, cakes, birthday songs and various blessings, and it is lively and everyone gathers together.
Mian Li looked and looked, and also wanted to celebrate his birthday.
As a god, He does not have a birthday in the strict sense.
Now he says he is three years old, but Zhuo Can always feels that perhaps the calculation rules in the other world are different from here. Doesn’t the old saying say that one day in heaven is one year on earth? It is possible that the Lord God is already three hundred or three thousand years old.
(He imagined Mian Li's small body with a long white beard, which was a little funny.)
Mianli herself doesn't know when she was born, and no one else can help her.
Zhuo Can originally planned to give him a good Children's Day for the first time in his life, but the little fairy had his own ideas.
One night before going to bed, Mianli held her bottle and listened to Zhuocan telling her a bedtime story.
To be precise, He did not hold the baby with His hands, but used His divine power to make the bottle follow Him, turning on the accompanying mode.
(This skill is really convenient, Zhuo Can has envied it for a long time)
Whether it is a tired office worker working from nine to seven, or a cub who has been separated from its caregiver for a long time, for them, bedtime stories are the most peaceful time of the day, and both of them enjoy it very much.
As the child was listening, he suddenly turned over and sat up.
Zhuo Can looked at his bottle: "Have you finished drinking?"
Mianli shook his head: "Lili wants to celebrate her birthday too."
Zhuo Can looked down at the picture book suspiciously. It was clearly about the story of the Little Mermaid, and had nothing to do with birthdays.
So where does the word “也” come from?
Mian Li has mentioned this more than once or twice.
Zhuo Can has seen it somewhere, don't avoid the child's demands.
He put down the book: "Well, when do you want to come?"
Mianli released the bottle and let it float freely.
A few drops of milk leaked out, but did not spill onto the bed. Instead, they were rolled into small milky white balls by the miraculous force of gravity that could not be explained by science.
Mian Li looked at him eagerly: "Tomorrow?"
Zhuo Can watched helplessly as the little balls lined up and swirled around Mian Li, like an asteroid belt surrounding a star: "Ah... but I have to go to work tomorrow."
Mianli pursed his lips, looking very disappointed.
Zhuo Can pulled up the corners of his mouth manually, putting on a strange smile: "--How about this, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow is Saturday, let A Rui and Xiao Hui come to celebrate your birthday, okay?"
This tactic of first suppressing and then promoting is well used and has achieved remarkable results.
The little fairy rolled around happily on the bed, and the halo above his head flickered on and off.
The bad thing is that he lost himself in the process and lost control of his divine power, causing the strings of milky white balls to also lose traction.
Then the milk spilled all over the bed.
Zhuo Can: “…”
What a sin!
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