Chapter 52 Is This Really Still
Lu Song has been very conflicted recently.
He is handsome, wealthy, and now has a beautiful woman by his side and a son. No matter how you look at him, he is the standard template of a winner in life.
Even though he is a winner in life, Mr. Lu still has his own troubles.
For example, now, he really couldn't understand why Zhuo Canming didn't understand his feelings.
Not long ago, he confessed his love to this old acquaintance of his, and the other party responded after a brief entanglement. It sounded like a matter of mutual love and nothing happened.
That's the problem.
They said they were in love, but in reality, their relationship was very simple: they had lunch together, walked each other home, chatted on the phone on weekends or made plans to meet up, and at most gave each other a polite hug before parting.
It's almost the same as the previous good friends mode.
If I have to point out a difference, it is that Mr. Lu is trying very hard to say romantic words - most of which are naturally isolated by the radio waves of this 24k pure straight man.
But he clearly kissed him.
...Although it was as light as a feather, it might not be as passionate as when Xiao Mianli kissed them on the cheek.
Mr. Lu has experienced tremendous changes since he was a child. He has been tempered and grown in adversity and has the good quality of not being arrogant when he wins and not being discouraged when he loses.
After much thought, he concluded that his last confession was not formal and rigorous enough, which led Zhuo Can to misunderstand his feelings for him.
He decided to learn from his past, reiterate his feelings, and reveal his plans for their future.
Of course, when doing these things, it is impossible to be as rigid as holding a company meeting, and we need to create some atmosphere.
And it’s better to be traditional this time.
Being too original could easily lead to Zhuo Can's misunderstandings, and double negation would be a waste of effort.
The cabin filled with books that Lu Song prepared for Zhuo Can last time actually had a hidden terrace.
The first step in the second confession: hiring a high-end chef, teaching him step by step, and personally preparing a table of dishes that Zhuo Can likes.
Step 2: Hua Zhuocan decorated the terrace at a price he absolutely didn’t want to know. The quality was so high that it could be used as a backdrop for a romance movie.
Step 3: Go to Qi Rui’s house and pick up Mianli.
Lu Song knows very well that her boyfriend is different from others. For Zhuo Can, a world of two is not necessarily the most romantic; bringing his baby Li Li as a witness would make it perfect.
The last time we weren’t successful was most likely because we lacked the lucky star, Mianli.
By the way, now it’s not just Zhuo Can, Lu Song, Qi Rui and others have joined the ranks of worshipping Mian Li as a lucky star.
To a certain extent, Mianli can be said to have returned to his old ways and become a god to be worshipped and revered once again.
Lu Song prayed to the young god, he must succeed this time.
Let the person I love truly understand how much I love him.
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The little god has long been accustomed to being picked up by these adults. He might be sleeping in one house just now, and the next second he is taken away by another one to eat delicious food.
He enjoys the love of everyone with ease.
So after being taken away by Lu Song, he didn't ask what he was going to do.
Mianli sat in the child seat, swinging her feet and humming along with the nursery rhymes that Lu Song had specially downloaded.
Ta-la-la, ta-la-la, it’s raining.
Little frog, little frog, looking for your mother.
Kitten, kitty, come home quickly.
Da la la, da la la, let’s do it together.
This song was taught by Teacher Min in the nursery class, and Lu Song downloaded it specially.
Playing children's songs on expensive speakers has a unique flavor.
Lu Song looked at the rearview mirror and said with a smile: "Lili, what good thing happened today? You look so happy."
Then he realized something:
No matter how dignified he is in front of his employees, as soon as he speaks to this little guy, his tone becomes softer unconsciously, with some coquettish interjections. If you don't know, you might think he is recording a children's program.
Normally, he would laugh at Zhuo Can, but today, even he himself was like this.
There was a small shark doll in the car, which Lu Song bought specifically to comfort the children.
There are children's songs and toys. Before, when someone rode in his car, they asked Mr. Lu if he had any children.
When Lu Song saw the doll, he thought of the little curly-haired boy who looked like a doll, and replied with a smile: "Well, almost, my godson."
Mianli liked the little shark very much. She lowered her head and rubbed its fins, saying in a light tone, "Because you want to confess your love to Cancan~"
Lu Song: “???”
Mianli continued, "There are so many delicious things~ Pumpkin tarts!"
Lu Song: “…”
The pumpkin tart was the most complicated part of the whole dinner, and Lu Song failed several times before he finally got it right.
He vaguely knew of Mian Li's mind-reading ability, but he didn't expect it to be so detailed that even this tiny part could be seen clearly.
How can I prevent the gods from reading my mind?
Waiting online, urgently needed.
After arriving at the terrace, Mianli happily played on the moon-shaped swing specially built for him.
He doesn't need anyone's help; a little wind can push him around.
The moon swing carried Him on its swing, and a faint golden light shone around the little god. When the wind blew, it seemed as if sparkling fragments were sprinkled down from the crescent moon in the sky.
Lu Song moved the candlesticks, pushed the plates, and adjusted the position of the decorative ribbons.
Even though this was the second time he confessed his feelings, he still felt nervous like a young man in love.
He fell into a sweet and anxious wait.
...Two hours later, this waiting became torture.
In order to give Zhuo Can a surprise, Lu Song did not pick him up. He left him the key to the bookstore the day before and found an excuse to ask him to help find something tonight.
However, the agreed time has long passed, and no matter how long we wait, Zhuo Can still hasn't shown up.
Lu Song stared blankly at the carefully prepared candlelight dinner in front of him.
Not only was the dinner cold, but even the candles were almost burnt out.
According to his understanding of Zhuo Can's character, first of all, he is a person who is almost never late.
Secondly, even if she refuses or avoids, she will make it clear and will never leave him alone.
What's more, they have been in a harmonious relationship recently and have not had any conflicts.
Well, there must be a reason for being so late.
Lu Song's thoughts began to fly in a bad direction.
He glanced at the still unconscious child over there and finally couldn't help but take out his cell phone.
A mechanical electronic sound came from the other end of the phone.
"——Sorry, the number you dialed is turned off."
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Three hours ago.
Zhuo Can packed up his things and it was time to get off work, the happiest time of the day.
Tonight he had to run an errand for Lu Song first, then go to Qi Rui's house to pick up Mian Li, and then he could go home.
When is the best time to have dinner?
After being picked up and dropped off by Lu Songche for a while, I’m a little uncomfortable with the crowded subway.
Zhuo Can was in a daze for a while at the transfer station, looking at the criss-crossing route map, feeling inexplicably dizzy.
The subway was unexpectedly crowded today, with several carriages actually being empty during the rush hour.
It can't be that it has already been rolled up to 007, that's outrageous.
Zhuo Can found a seat by the side and sat down, still feeling dizzy.
There is reason to suspect that she is too tired from work and needs some compensation from Boss Lu on the weekend.
As Zhuo Can was thinking this, he caught a glimpse of a man standing by the opposite car door.
There are empty seats everywhere, why should we stand?
With such a question, Zhuo Can looked up at him.
This sight made me sober.
It was the first time that Zhuo Can had met such a person.
Her long, smooth black hair fell to her waist, and she wore a snow-white robe, looking like a hero in a costume drama.
He was holding a sword (how did such a thing pass the subway security check?), and stood very steadily in the swaying subway car, upright and relaxed.
He is tall and slender, and extremely handsome.
However, Zhuo Can is not bewitched by beauty. Even though he has a boyfriend now, he still considers himself a straight man and will not be attracted to handsome guys other than Lu Song.
He stared blankly at the cinnabar mole between the man's eyebrows.
And eyes that were even redder than the cinnabar, almost blood red.
Zhuo Can has seen eyes of different colors.
For example, most people’s brown and black colors;
For example, the caramel color of Mian Xiaoli;
For example, some overseas customers’ green;
And in his erased memories, Jiang Xiao was a blue that was more distant and indifferent than the sky.
...Are human eyes blood red?
Zhuo Can rubbed his eyes and looked carefully again.
That’s right, it’s still blood red.
Could it be a cosplayer who just left a nearby comic convention?
But even cosmetic contact lenses cannot achieve such realistic and bright colors.
Zhuo Can took out his cell phone and wanted to tell Lu Song about this strange thing and hear his knowledgeable boyfriend's opinion.
Just as he typed the first word, his brain felt dizzy as if it had struck a bell.
His consciousness gradually faded.
The phone slipped from his hand and fell to the floor with a thud.
The blood-red color approached.
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Zhuo Can didn't know how long he had slept. When he opened his eyes again, all he saw was pure white.
There are no lights, no wallpaper, no sunlight from the windows, yet it is pure and bright.
Empty.
He covered his aching head and vaguely recalled what he was doing.
Oh, by the way, I just got off work and am going to the Book House in Binhu Park to help Lu Song get something.
So, I seemed to be on the subway just now.
He massaged his temples and looked around.
Is this some new facility in the subway?
So weird.
Zhuo Can stood up, stretched out his hand and took a few tentative steps forward.
It seemed like there was nothing everywhere, but suddenly I ran into a transparent wall.
Fortunately, I was prepared.
...Something is wrong.
This is not the real world at all.
Faced with the sudden change, Zhuo Can was a little numb.
The last time he opened his eyes and appeared in another world, he was still under the command of the little lord god.
A college student who had just graduated was walking on the road when a sandstorm hit him and swept him into a completely different new life.
Feeling drowsy after entering the station.
The familiar transfer route feels unfamiliar.
An empty subway during rush hour.
A long sword that can pass security checks.
…I should have noticed something was wrong earlier.
But even if you notice it, it's useless.
Ordinary humans are powerless when facing ghosts and gods.
Zhuo Can sat back down—even though there was no furniture like chairs, he could sit still in the void.
He thought to himself that most people don't have such a magical experience.
Just as he was wondering if he had been accidentally caught in Xiao Mianli's alternate time and space again, the void in front of him twisted for a moment.
The black-haired man he had noticed on the subway before suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
Sure enough, every anomaly noticed was premeditated.
The sword that Zhuo Can thought had escaped the subway security check was still worn on his body, with his black hair hanging down, set off by the pure white background, giving him the feeling of being in a photo shoot.
Very handsome, but what does that have to do with the unlucky guy Zhuo Chan who is always being captured.
Unlucky Xiao Zhuo looked at the newcomer calmly, even sighing: "Tell me, what's your last name? What's your name? Where are you from? What do you want from me?"
The man frowned, perhaps because Zhuo Can was unexpectedly "arrogant".
"My name is... Feifei."
He spoke, each word slowly and in a low voice. Although his voice was pleasant, his pronunciation was hesitant.
It seems that he doesn't talk much.
Zhuo Can nodded: "Hello, I'm Zhuo Can. But you should already know."
"I am... the incarnation of Kun... of the North Sea." The man still frowned, looking unhappy. "I am... the god of gods... the right rudder."
What is this saying.
Zhuo Can didn't understand at all.
Perhaps it was because his face was full of doubt that Feifei's unhappiness escalated.
Zhuo Can only saw a flash of white light. The man's speed was so fast that it could not be captured by the human eye. He appeared in front of him in almost the blink of an eye.
She was so close to him that their noses almost touched.
If he had not been afraid before simply because it was a different world, now he felt truly terrified and shrank back.
It’s not that he was afraid that the other person would kill him, but their posture had already exceeded the safe social distance.
But there was a transparent wall behind him, and he had nowhere to retreat.
Feifei moved close to his neck, flared her nostrils, and sniffed carefully.
His breath fanned Zhuo Can's neck, and the latter shuddered.
Zhuo Can is 24 years old this year. In the past 24 years, he has been simple-minded and has never been in a relationship, but he is always a straight man.
Zhuo Can never thought that she would be popular with men.
What I didn't expect was that a week or two ago, he jumped from a single, straight guy to a gay man with a high-quality boyfriend.
Right now, there was another male who was so charming that he didn't look like a human. He was staring at her intently with eyes that looked like he wanted to tear her apart and eat her.
Zhuo Can considers himself an ordinary person and not a breathtakingly handsome man.
How come one, two...
Is this still the world full of heterosexuals?
He was really going to break down.
*
Fortunately, although Feifei was full of curiosity about him, she was not in that kind of curiosity and did not really do anything wrong.
The man stepped back and once again stood straight as a pine tree.
Zhuo Can's wildly beating heart slowly returned to normal rhythm: "Why on earth did you come to me?"
Feifei said, "By...God's command."
"god?"
This time Zhuo Can caught the word clearly.
For the first twenty years of his life, he was a good young man nurtured by a sound scientific outlook, until he was sucked into the escape copy, which overturned his understanding of the world.
Coincidentally, he did know a god who was raised by him at home. Every day, he would hug his legs and call him "Cancan~" in a soft and sweet manner.
The man said what he was doing by God's command.
Could it be that this strange guy is coming for the little god?
Zhuo Can was like a hen protecting her chicks, his previous numbness switching to alertness: "What do you want to do to Mian Li? I'm warning you, don't do anything reckless, otherwise I will be rude to you."
Even though he didn't know what he could do, he couldn't lose the momentum.
When Feifei heard Mianli's name, her blood-red eyes darkened: "Why... is it you?"
Zhuo Can had become accustomed to this brother's answering machine-like way of speaking: "Why?"
"Your Highness... is willing... to stay... by my side."
Your Highness.
Zhuo Can's ears once again did not miss any key information.
Sleeping Ritual has many names:
For example, small sleeping ceremony, small sleeping ceremony;
Another example is the small gift of courtesy;
For example, small gods, small gods, and small main gods;
For example, Kami-sama, Kami-chan.
These are all cute nicknames given to Him by Zhuo Can and his friends (mainly Zhuo Can).
But this was the first time Zhuo Can heard someone call Him "Your Highness".
Since there is a little prince, there must be a big prince.
Or... he recalled the names of different classes in the costume dramas he had watched before.
Or, the one corresponding to the little prince is actually "Your Majesty"?
Zhuo Can felt as if he was on the edge of a huge whirlpool, and at the center of the whirlpool was Mianli, an unconscious child who was dragged into many secrets.
Even if he didn't want to go in, he had to be pulled in because Mian Li was there and he had to protect Him.
Zhuo Can completely turned the tables and demanded, "Tell me right now, who sent you?"
Some fragments flashed through Feifei's mind.
God holds the baby.
God caressed the baby's giggling face.
God waits for the baby learning to walk for the first time.
The baby grew into a toddler and pestered the god for a kiss, but was taken away by the god's messenger. The god looked in the direction they left.
The god monitors the movements of the young god in the independent world from the crystal cube.
The scene changes from heaven to earth.
The god hid his long blond hair and light blue eyes, disguising himself as an ordinary human.
God enters the company and finds humans who are temporarily serving the young god.
God witnessed the "birthday" that the young God set for himself.
The god and the young god parted on bad terms after arguing about whether to go home.
Feifei is the Kun of the North Sea, and his original form was a fish.
It is often said that fish have a memory of only seven seconds.
Although Feifei's memory is not as ridiculous as seven seconds, it is indeed not very good.
However, he cleared all his memories, leaving only things related to God.
In the end, all these fragments of memories are intertwined and reorganized to form the largest picture.
Sitting on the lonely throne in the temple, the god gazed at his only young son who was enjoying himself in the human world.
The God of Gods, who has always been aloof and noble, actually looks a little fragile at this moment.
Because God has human emotions.
God is…grieving.
Feifei had never seen God sad.
If someone hurts God's heart, it cannot be His most beloved child.
Then, it can only be humans who deceived the young god.
Feifei's pupils became increasingly red.
"Hand over the young prince, and I'll spare your life." Hatred buffed Kun's rusty language system, and his speech gradually became smoother. "Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude."
He used what Zhuo Can had said before to turn the tables.
The difference is that Zhuo Can can only make empty threats;
Behind Feifei, the sword that Zhuo Can had admired not long ago suddenly floated up out of thin air and automatically unsheathed!
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The author has something to say:
It's a random mix of all sorts of divine powers from the East and the West XD
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