Extra Episode 06
Dressed in a dark military uniform, a man tiptoed into the bedroom with a bottle of nutrient solution in his left hand and two baby bottles in his right.
He glanced at the still-sleeping Little White Tiger, his blue eyes revealing a mixture of disdain and fondness.
He Ruge used to think that Xi Guican looked down on Baldy, but when he set aside his prejudices, he discovered the deep-seated love within.
Today marked the anniversary of Mao Zhengyong’s death. The Maozi Association has voluntarily exposed the human experiments conducted by Mao Zhengyong and Mao Zhengqi, sparking unprecedented anger among the interstellar community. This unguided rage, like a unleashed beast, has led to some unexpected acts of violence.
For instance, Mao Zhengyong’s grave was dug up and desecrated last month.
Before his death, Mao Zhengyong had voluntarily donated his body, and his grave contained his left arm. After eighteen years, the desiccated arm bore no resemblance to its former self and was shattered after being desecrated.
On this anniversary of Mao Zhengyong’s death, the Maozi Association planned to place his ashes back into the empty grave. They invited Xi Guican and He Ruge not only to restore Mao Zhengyong’s grave but also to erect monuments for the victims of the past experiments in that cemetery.
By the way, that cemetery was located on Star Seventeen, the same site where the Star Sea Orphanage was bombed.
Countless anonymous tombstones surround Mao Zhengyong’s grave. The Maozi Association believed that Grandpa would want to repent to those infants.
Feeling unworthy to offer flowers, they invited Xi Guican to the cemetery. Xi Guican was one of the few surviving victims from those years and possibly the only person in the world who could empathize with those lost souls.
However, this time, it wasn’t just He Ruge and Xi Guican going. They also brought along the orphanage children, each holding a flower, which were lively and chattered in the car.
“Children, today we’re going to a place. Each of you has a flower to give to the little friends in the cemetery. Are you all ready to say something nice to them?”
He Ruge clapped his hands to get their attention.
“This is for you,” he said, handing out the flowers.
“I hope you like it.”
“Wishing you happiness every day!” Xiong Xinhao eagerly raised his hand to speak.
“Um… hap… py…” the Lazy Baby Sloth echoed slowly.
“Can I give a few more flowers? One for the new friend, and the other two I ask him to give to my mom and dad.”
…
The children’s faces were filled with smiles, like a car full of thriving sunflowers. They had experienced separation from life and death, so they had no psychological resistance to visiting the cemetery.
The land they had once walked on was now buried with bodies, but later, they planted flowers on that land.
Human life and death are no different from the blooming and withering of a flower.
Outside the car were the blue sky, white clouds, and green fields, while inside, the children’s laughter filled the air.
One of the peacocks from the Bad Gugu Duo had finally grown its gorgeous feathers. This proud peacock displayed its feathers whenever it saw people, far from being a reserved peacock.
Hedgehog Huahua had recently transformed into human form, but still retained some residual animal features, like a head full of spines. Now, Huahua, with its hedgehog head, unbuckled its seatbelt and silently ran towards He Ruge, squatting in front of Baldy.
A large bag hung over Xi Guican’s shoulder, and the Little Mermaid sat in the bag filled with water, holding lilies in both soft hands, curiously looking at Hedgehog Huahua.
“Chirp, for Baldy,” Huahua hesitated for a moment, lifted the roses hidden behind him high, and handed them to Baldy.
When Baldy reached out to take the rose, Huahua blushed, then ran away.
Lying on Xi Guican’s lap yawning, Baldy rubbed his eyes, looked at the red and white flowers in his brother’s hands, then at Dad Xi’s dark face.
Originally, he wanted roses too, but the idea quickly disappeared under Xi Guican’s low pressure, and he tucked his tail.
——Why is Dad unhappy?
——Because Huahua only gave roses to my brother?
With a puzzled look, Baldy sought help from his other Dad. However, that Dad was too focused on the light brain to receive Baldy’s signal. Baldy could only sadly nibble on a tulip, gazing enviously at the different flowers in Bobo’s hands.
——Why is Dad angry?
——What is Mom looking at?
by A Hundred Thousand Whys of Little Baldy
Author №24
It’s time to eat. I’ll go upstairs to pick up Baldy. Baldy wanted me to hold him, but I refused. Now he’s rubbing against my feet, sticking to my side and following me in small steps…
№25
Wow!!!!!!
№26
Author, please update more!! It’s super cute! Today is also a happy day to pamper Baldy!
№27
Wooooooooooooooow, I’m so envious
№28
So cute, bookmarked!
№29
So adorable, but try not to intentionally avoid holding Baldy, especially when you’ve already held Bobo. He might feel insecure. PS I really like you and Baldy, no argument intended.
№30
Jealous! Don’t let me see this flaunting post again! (Manually bookmarked this thread)
Author №31
My light-brain is filled with photos of my loved one. Every time I play with my light-brain, Baldy sticks to me like a little rice cake, watching me play with the light-brain.
I show Baldy each photo of my loved one one by one, asking if Baldy thinks they’re handsome. Baldy nods enthusiastically and says they’re good-looking.
After showing Baldy many photos, he starts to get impatient, muttering that I shouldn’t just show him photos of my loved one.
On this point, Baldy and I are different. I could look at photos of my loved one for a lifetime without getting tired, but Baldy starts to get aesthetically tired after just a few hundred photos.
I furrow my brows and dig out a photo of Baldy when he was just born, barely any fur on him, and ask Baldy if this bald little one is handsome.
Baldy instantly perked up, wagging his tail wildly, covering his face with both paws.
His eyes peek out from between his paws, embarrassed yet pleased. He nodded vigorously and said, “Mm-hmm.”
Baldy’s aesthetic sense is indeed different from mine.
I ask Baldy what “Mm-hmm” means.
Baldy rubbed against my arm, mumbling incomprehensibly, “Aaah aaah aaah” is “Mm-hmm,” then wriggled around in my arms like a caterpillar.
№32
Accidentally ate a bite of dog food… You have many photos of your loved one stored in your light-brain, and you like to look at them when you have free time. This is the love I envy.
№33
Wouldn’t that be disastrous?! Baldy’s sense of aesthetics is already skewed. What if he finds a bald-headed boyfriend or girlfriend in the future and brings them home?! This will pass down the bald genes for generations!
№34
Hahaha, what do you mean by getting aesthetically tired after just a few hundred photos, Baldy is so pitiful.
№35
OP’s little one is truly a soft and cute little sweetheart.
Upon reading up to here, He Ruge thoughtfully exited the thread and dug out an old photo of Xi Guican’s baldness. He even had a slight urge to show Baldy this photo and ask if the bald tiger in the picture was handsome.
…No, I can’t do this.
I must protect Xi Guican’s image in the hearts of the children.
He Ruge forcefully dispelled the devilish thought in his mind, turning to look at Xi Guican beside him. Xi Guican had a bag with Bobo inside hanging from his shoulder, and Baldy was curled up on his leg.
He set his light-brain to “visible only to myself” and began typing earnestly.
For some reason, He Ruge had an intuition that Xi Guican was serializing a post. He scrolled down to the bottom and saw the freshly updated content.
Author №394
There’s a milk-smelling little one who used to give roses to my loved one but now gives flowers to Bobo. Such a flirtatious little one, giving flowers to good-looking people from a young age.
№395
Hahaha, poor author.
№396
Condemn that flirtatious little big radish! (So author, can you update more about Bobo’s daily life?)
№397
I can feel it! Bobo must be very handsome! He’s been a beautiful little one since childhood!
№398
Roses! Ahhh I’ve grown up so much and never received roses, and Bobo already has roses even at the age when he’s still nursing… I’m crying… A single dog sheds tears in lowliness.
№399
Please give Bobo a house full of roses! Handsome little ones need to be well-raised. After having a house full of roses, they won’t easily be deceived by a single rose! Every little one needs careful nurturing from us parents… Wait, when did I upgrade to being a parent? Today is also a day to cloud-raise little ones, happy~
Upon reaching their destination, He Ruge led the children into the cemetery in a grand procession.
The children lined up to place their flowers, and after Bobo placed his flowers, he whispered softly to He Ruge, “Dad, can I sing a lullaby for them?”
When He Ruge put the children to sleep, he often sang lullabies, and Bobo had an astonishing talent for singing. He Ruge has sung every song to him, and Bobo remembered each one perfectly. Even the lyrics that are difficult for children to remember, Bobo can sing them flawlessly.
He Ruge hesitated for a moment, then gently touched the head of the little mermaid baby and said softly, “Of course you can.”
Bobo closed his eyes and sang the lullaby in a milk-like voice. His long eyelashes fluttered like tiny fans, sunlight gleaming on Bobo’s snow-white face, jet-black hair, and silver fish tail.
The voice of a mermaid is the most melodious in the world, and the little mermaid’s voice is as clear as light, as soft as clouds. When Bobo finished singing the last line and opened his eyes, the members of the Maozi Association hiding in the shadows were already in tears.
Author №416
I didn’t originally intend to mention Bobo too much in this thread, but today I suddenly wanted to talk about him.
I once said that Bobo is somewhat like my loved one. Today, when Bobo sang under the clear sky, I felt like I saw a miniature version of my loved one. Not in the sense that Bobo resembles my loved one’s childhood appearance. My loved one looked calm and quiet on the outside when he was a child, but inside, he was lively.
However, Bobo is tranquil inside and out. Only when he sings does he come alive. Just like a lullaby, the melody is soft and serene, but every note jumps.
When Bobo sings, he looks exactly like my loved one, and in that moment, they both shine…
№417
That’s beautiful.
№418
I want to hear Bobo sing!
№419
Hahaha, is this the legendary beauty-in-the-eye-of-the-beholder and dad-filter?
№420
I understand the feeling the author has. There’s also someone in this world who gives me that feeling, just like He Ruge~ When he sings to me, I feel like my world is sparkling because of his voice~
