Extra Chapter 07
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Author! Since you’ve already mentioned Bobo, why not write a dedicated collection of Bobo’s day! Let me absorb a day of Bobo!!! This person demands a Bobo special!
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Two people now demand a Bobo special!
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Three people demand it!
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Include all these ID numbers! Want to see Bobo the little angel!
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Angrily lining up!
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Then I will record Bobo’s daily life.
Today, my loved one and I took the hatchlings to the cemetery to offer flowers. Bobo specifically chose lilies, showing he has a very high aesthetic sense for a hatchling. For this bouquet of lilies, Bobo asked my loved one for a piece of light green yarn and carefully tied the lily bouquet.
The bow Bobo tied was symmetrical. Holding the bouquet, he took a deep breath near the flower, almost covering two-thirds of his face.
I might not have mentioned it to you all before, but Bobo’s face is particularly small, not even the size of a palm, yet he has thick black hair like seaweed. This description comes from my loved one.
Once, my loved one helped Bobo take a bath, rubbing out a fine foam. Bobo, not to be outdone, blew out a big bubble that was much larger than the bubbles my loved one made.
I almost forgot to tell you the origin of Bobo’s nickname. Bobo started blowing bubbles right after he was born, making a sound like “bub,” so we call him Bobo.
The round bubble hung on Bobo’s little mouth. My loved one reached out and mercilessly burst the large bubble.
Bobo widened his eyes slightly, looking stunned for three seconds. When he saw my loved one’s ecstatic expression, Bobo plunged into the water, refusing to come out, his dense hair floating on the surface like gently swaying seaweed.
My loved one turned to me and said, “You see, Bobo’s hair is as plentiful as seaweed, while Baldy’s fur adds up to just a dog’s tail grass. At that time, Baldy’s fur hadn’t grown much.”
Back to the topic of Bobo sniffing lilies. Baldy saw the light green yarn tied to the bouquet from a distance, ran over with curiosity, and tapped the yarn with one paw, asking eagerly, “Brother, what’s this?”
Bobo told Baldy, “This is a green butterfly.”
Baldy perked up and enthusiastically wanted to catch the butterfly. Bobo calmly held up the bouquet, skillfully evading Baldy’s paws, and swam a short distance deeper into the water—a safe distance seemed like a chasm for Baldy.
Baldy stood on tiptoe, peered into the waterbed, fixed on the bouquet, and rushed forward to touch the butterfly with both paws, leaning to the left and then the right…
Bobo looked down calmly at Baldy. Despite being hatched from the same egg and nearly the same time, I could keenly feel the intelligence gap between them at that moment.
Maybe Baldy’s flapping around looked too foolish. Bobo handed the bouquet to Baldy, who immediately sniffed the fragrance, licking the petals and the green yarn.
Finally achieving his wish, Baldy bounced in place, excitedly leaping up and down like a little rabbit. Sensing my gaze, Bobo and Baldy turned simultaneously to look at me.
Bobo smiled at me, while Baldy rushed towards me like a little ball of flesh. I lifted Baldy, who stuck out his little tongue, howling for yarn.
Baldy said he also wanted a butterfly.
In my loved one’s storage box was a yellow thread. Baldy made his choice, and I set the plump Baldy on my shoulder, opening the storage box to casually ask why he wanted yellow thread.
Baldy seemed to really like yellow; he also chose yellow tulips this time.
Baldy matter-of-factly replied, “Dad, because yellow is happiness.”
I suddenly remembered that when Baldy and Bobo were still in their eggs, we used the egg color change to recognize their emotions.
Yellow symbolizes happiness, and white represents inner peace.
Baldy couldn’t wait to jump out of my arms.
I watched him run to Bobo with the yellow thread in his mouth, eagerly asking Bobo to tie a bow for him.
Bobo tied a small yellow bow on Baldy’s left ear, the bow fluttering. Baldy felt rather pleased with himself, admiring himself in the mirror for a long time.
About the matter of beauty and ugliness, sometimes we discuss it over meals. I said Baldy was the ugliest in the family, and Baldy got angry again, pouting and humming that he wasn’t.
I asked Baldy to rank everyone’s beauty, who was the most beautiful in our family, who was the second most beautiful, and who was the ugliest.
Baldy quickly agreed, carefully examining our whole family before saying thoughtfully, “My beloved daddy (Ruge) is the most beautiful, and Bobo is the second most beautiful.”
So as the third place in terms of beauty required a comparison of our facial features, I looked at Baldy, and Baldy stared dumbly at me.
I think Baldy probably wanted to say he was the third most beautiful, but I deliberately frowned, and Baldy dared not speak. He was afraid of me, although he clung to me most closely, he was also most afraid of me.
Sometimes he really annoyed me. When I ignored him, he trembled and crouched at my feet, timidly looking at me.
I don’t know why Baldy likes to stick to me so much. Obviously, I didn’t like him from the moment he was born, and I was disappointed when I saw him hatch. At that time, I didn’t know it was a double-yolk egg, I thought there was only one hatchling in the egg.
When Baldy stretched out his little paw and revealed his tiny hand, the fleshy paw happened to match my fingertip, and for a moment, I had a thought: I should press this little paw back.
My dislike for Baldy is actually a dislike for myself.
I don’t like my weak self in the past. I don’t want to be too good to Baldy; no one was this good to me when I was young, only my loved one was.
Baldy received my loved one’s favor, then mine, did he receive too much love?
When Baldy was still an egg, he could distinguish our emotions. So when he just hatched, did he notice my dislike for him?
Maybe not.
Baldy is a little fool, Baldy even can’t tell if I’m really angry or fake angry. After seeing my expressionless face, he felt a bit wronged and tried to please, saying, “Dad is the third most beautiful.”
I couldn’t hold back a serious expression and said to him with a smile, “Baldy is the ugliest in the whole family.”
Being called the ugliest again hit Baldy hard, and his expression collapsed as if the sky was falling. My partner quickly said, “Baldy is not ugly, Baldy is handsome, just as handsome as Bobo.”
Since Baldy came along, I finally understood why some bored parents like to tease their children. I can’t bear to tease Bobo, so I often tease Baldy instead.
Take eating candy for example. It’s rare for Baldy to have a chance to eat candy. Once, I divided a bunch of candy into two parts: a smaller one and a larger one.
I placed these two bunches of candy in my left and right hands, clenched them into fists, and let Baldy choose which hand’s candy he wanted.
Baldy tried to pry open my fists with his little claws, wanting to see what was inside. But his strength was so small, even weaker than my partner’s, how could he open my hand?
I looked down as Baldy brought his little head close to my fist. His head was as big as my fist, and if the hair on Baldy’s head were shaved off, his little bald head would be smaller than my fist.
“Dad, your fists are like made of stone”.
Baldy sighed softly, then lifted his head and asked me, “Dad, will I grow as big and tall as you in the future?”
I nodded.
But Baldy was skeptical. He said my partner was shorter than me, so what if Baldy grew as tall as my partner in the future, what would happen then?
This naughty Baldy, actually talking behind my partner’s back like this.
I told Baldy to shut up and choose quickly.
Baldy sniffled, his pink nose sniffing up and down my two hands. Finally, he decisively placed one little paw on my left hand. I asked Baldy if he was sure, and Baldy nodded seriously.
I opened my left hand, revealing a candy in the palm. Baldy was overjoyed and quickly picked up the candy.
I looked at Baldy, then opened my right hand, revealing seven candies in the palm.
Baldy once again showed a dumbstruck expression, mouth gaping, and the candy in his mouth fell to the ground with a crisp “pop” sound. This “pop” woke up the dazed Baldy, and he quickly rushed to grab the candies from my right hand.
No matter how much he rushed over with his short legs, I leisurely closed my right hand, letting Baldy scratch and bite my fist all he wanted, but I didn’t open it.
After all, Baldy’s teeth were so small that they couldn’t even break my skin. After slobbering all over my hand, Baldy finally gave up in frustration, looking gloomily at the candies on the ground.
My partner always told Baldy to pay attention to food hygiene; once something falls on the ground, it can’t be eaten again.
Baldy seemed on the verge of tears.
I told Baldy, “Just peel off the candy wrapper, then you can eat it.”
Usually, Baldy would crunch the candy himself and spit out the wrapper. This time, he needed me to help him peel the wrapper. Baldy eagerly waited for me to peel it off.
I looked somewhat disgusted at the candy covered in Baldy’s saliva and rinsed it in the bathroom. Baldy followed me all the way, and when I finally peeled off the wrapper, Baldy had already hugged my thigh, looking at me with eager eyes.
The more he acted like this, the more I wanted to tease him.
I deliberately said to Baldy, “I peeled the wrapper for you, but I also want to lick a bite of candy.”
Baldy was in a dilemma, but finally made up his mind, “Just one bite.”
I bit the candy, lemon-flavored, not my favorite strawberry flavor.
Baldy completely collapsed. He snatched my cotton slippers placed at the bathroom door and squeezed into them, ignoring me. My slippers were large enough to barely fit one Baldy, but Baldy’s tail definitely couldn’t fit in.
I grabbed Baldy’s tail and lifted the slipper with Baldy inside. Fortunately, I’m a clean dad who washes and changes slippers every day, otherwise I wouldn’t even have had the interest to raise this Baldy.
Baldy’s plump body squeezed the slipper full, and I pinched the toe of the slipper without feeling damp. I guessed Baldy hadn’t cried yet; he didn’t want to face me but also didn’t want me to leave. He was afraid I would ignore him and leave alone.
Children’s thoughts are always simple. Baldy thought that by occupying one of my slippers, I wouldn’t be able to leave. But anyone who wants to leave can’t be stopped no matter what.
I don’t know why, but I could guess what Baldy was thinking. Maybe it was due to the difference in experience, or perhaps it was the legendary father-son bond. Most of the time, Baldy in front of me was like the egg that once displayed all colors on its shell.
I stuffed a candy into the gap between the slipper and Baldy, and the tail that was exposed outside suddenly shook. I glanced at Baldy’s tail and stuffed in a second candy.
That tail shook proudly and happily twice.
I stuffed all the sources of Baldy’s happiness into the slipper. Baldy shook his tail happily as he came out to breathe fresh air, quickly stuffing all the candies into his mouth, his cheeks bulging like a little squirrel’s, as if afraid I would snatch his candies.
This behavior was probably learned from his older brother.
My partner and I also knew that Baldy would sneakily hide candies under the bed. He had already hidden three candies, and I planned to wait until one day, when Baldy had hidden hundreds of candies, to take all his candies away in one go.
The premise was that Baldy did something wrong. If he always remained a good child, I wouldn’t touch his candies.
…As I was talking, I gradually deviated from the main topic. Where did I just say? Oh right, Bobo tied a bow for Baldy, and Baldy felt quite beautiful.
During the ride, the bow was blown away by the wind. Baldy desperately tried to grab the yellow yarn, but missed it. Everything happened in an instant.
This might have been Baldy’s first time realizing what it meant to lose something. The bow blown away by the wind wasn’t a game I played with him, where if a bow was blown away, seven more bows would come as replacements.
Just like that bow, many people and things leave and never return. He would lose many things in the future, many, many things.
As I was thinking like this, Bobo suddenly reached out and touched Baldy’s little head, saying in a sweet voice, “That butterfly flew out to find flowers.”
“But I have flowers here too,” Baldy said with a hint of grievance and confusion, holding his tulip.
“Dad told me, butterflies pollinate. Pollination means putting pollen from one flower onto another flower, so those two flowers will have little babies,” Bobo explained earnestly.
Baldy exclaimed in surprise, looking out the window, and happily said, “That’s really great～”
I never imagined that a child growing up in love would see the world from this perspective.
I never imagined that someone like me, someone lacking in love, would have two adorable offspring.
On this train, Bobo received a rose from the flower-hearted offspring. I thought Bobo would place that rose, along with the lily, on the grave. However, Bobo kept the rose, and I couldn’t help asking why.
Bobo said the rose was given to him by someone else, while the lily was for his new friend. The two flowers were different. He didn’t understand exactly how they were different.
Back home, Bobo placed the rose in his fairy tale book, turning it into a rose bookmark.
My partner called me, and I have to go tuck Baldy and Bobo into bed. Let’s end today’s story here.
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Good night, everyone! Satisfied after spending time with the little ones, now off to sleep～
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Bobo is truly an angel! Such a gentle offspring, so heartwarming.
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OP is biased, you promised it’s Bobo’s spotlight, but Baldy sneaked in for attention. But I also like Baldy, hehehe.
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Other people’s offspring never fail to impress me (manual smile).
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So adorable T^T making me want to have kids!
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Will there be an update tomorrow?
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Waiting for the update, Bobo and Baldy are super cute.
Xi Guican shut down the laptop and now it’s his turn to put Bobo to sleep. Bobo’s bed was a water bed, and Xi Guican brought a chair to sit by the water bed, thinking about what story to tell Bobo today.
He Ruge was in bed coaxing Baldy to sleep. Baldy never stayed quiet for even a minute.
He whispered to He Ruge, “Dad, if I’m the first to fall asleep, will you give me candy?”
“If I count to ten and you’re already asleep, then I’ll give you ten candies,” He Ruge joked.
Unexpectedly, ten seconds later, Baldy let out a soft snore, fast asleep. He Ruge looked helplessly at Baldy, then glanced at Xi Guican.
Xi Guican held a storybook and looked at the sleeping Baldy, knowing that offspring only fall asleep so quickly when they feel completely safe.
When he was young, as No. 20, he was always restless and would wake up at the slightest movement. How could he possibly fall asleep as quickly as Baldy?
His offspring, believing this world to be safe and beautiful, could embrace it without worries.
His gaze fell upon the fairy tale book half-opened, with today’s freshly inserted rose. Fairy tales were stories told to offspring; he was the storyteller of fairy tales and the guardian of the childlike innocence of his offspring.
His partner had encouraged him to start loving himself and this world. His offspring willingly made him a protector of the beauty in this world.
“Shh, telling stories might wake my little brother up. Dad, I can sleep on my own,” Bobo whispered softly, though everyone knew Baldy slept as deeply as a log.
Xi Guican looked at Bobo, and suddenly his gaze softened.
He recalled many things—the bow blown away by the wind, the lullabies in the graveyard, and the rose tucked into the book. He closed his mouth before Bobo’s raised finger, keeping those unspoken words deep in his heart:
“He Ruge allowed me to love myself, but it’s after having you all that I truly began to love this world deeply.
Because this world belongs to you all and He Ruge.”
