Extra Chapter 11
Under the sky, a sunshower began. He Ruge held an umbrella, walking down the street. Eventually, he stopped in front of an apartment building, pointing towards a particular resident. With a slight hook of his finger, he absorbed all the good luck from that place.
After completing this, He Ruge lowered his head and contacted Jiji. They had agreed to meet at a certain location in another city. If he took a bullet train, it would take an hour.
With only one day left on Earth, He Ruge naturally wouldn’t waste an hour riding a train. He stood under a tree with his umbrella, waiting for his large white tiger to fly over and pick him up.
After a while, He Ruge lifted his head and looked ahead.
“Daddy daddy daddy daddy daddy!”
Suddenly, a small cannonball rushed into his arms.
Baldy warmly rubbed against He Ruge’s chin, “Where are we going to play next?”
He Ruge patted Baldy’s little head and said softly, “We’re going to see one of Daddy’s friends.”
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No. 1049
My loved one took Baldy, Bobo, and me to meet his online friend. They agreed to meet at a hotpot restaurant and ordered a split hotpot. Bobo and Baldy had never eaten spicy food since they were little. Bobo took a small lick and couldn’t stand the spiciness, so he drank half a bottle of milk to relieve it.
Unexpectedly, Baldy really liked the spicy taste. He panted heavily from the spice, wolfing down the spicy food. Slices of meat floated in the bright red broth, with a strong aroma assaulting our noses. I helped Baldy with the meat slices.
Baldy, with his big tongue, told me, “Daddy, I’m going to eat a lot.”
My loved one’s friend went from asking, “Can he eat spicy food?” to later saying, “Can I feed him?”
Baldy gained another person to feed him.
Baldy was very satisfied with this meal, his belly round and full, burping with a spicy flavor. When we returned home, he kept clamoring for us to make hotpot for him.
But after we got home, Baldy fell ill and couldn’t speak.
In the middle of the night, he crawled onto me, his little paws stepping on my face, careful not to hurt me, whimpering softly.
At first, I thought he was afraid of me scolding him.
Because before, after I found out he had been sneaking off to smash milk bottles late at night, I told Baldy, “If you’re brave enough to sneak food, then you should have the guts to go to the bathroom alone. Don’t wake me up when you go to the bathroom in the future.”
But Baldy was actually feeling so uncomfortable in his throat that he wanted to cry.
I was afraid of waking up my loved one and Bobo, so I covered Baldy’s mouth, stuffed him in my arms, and took him to the doctor late at night.
Usually, Baldy was always chattering away, as if he had endless words to say. But now, he was silent, curled up in my arms, occasionally scratching me with his claws.
Suddenly, my heart ached.
At that moment, I felt like Baldy might suddenly die. In my memory, cubs were always very easy to die. They couldn’t get sick. Once they got sick, it was equivalent to death.
I remember when I was young, there was also a cub as big as Baldy, who loved to chatter non-stop. One night, he quietly called for his mother for a long time. When his cries abruptly stopped, his life also suddenly disappeared.
Thinking of this, I picked Baldy out of my arms, put him next to my ear, and listened carefully. I heard him faintly calling me “Daddy”.
There was once a cub who had called for his mother for a long time but got no response.
I think Baldy must be very scared now. He hasn’t been sick since birth, so I said to Baldy, “I’m here.”
Baldy gently licked my earlobe, his faint breath spraying on my face.
He’s really small.
I was on edge the whole way, waiting for the doctor to tell me that Baldy had tonsillitis and a fever. The huge rock hanging in my heart finally fell to the ground.
Baldy was taken to get a shot in the butt. He said it hurt and didn’t want to get the shot. I let him bite my finger. Baldy bit my finger aggrievedly. His teeth were tiny, and he didn’t use much force, not even leaving a mark after biting for a long time.
Not only did his butt need a shot, but one of his little paws also had to be chosen. Baldy didn’t want to choose any of them. I comforted him and promised him ice cream after he got better.
The doctor said Baldy couldn’t eat spicy and cold foods until he got better. Baldy bargained with me and asked if he could start counting ice creams from today.
If it takes him three days to recover, then I’ll give him three at once.
The addition and subtraction I learned in kindergarten came in handy here.
I looked at Baldy, who was sickly with his ears drooping, and said to him, “Go to sleep, and you’ll have everything in your dreams.”
Finally, I took a step back and promised Baldy two ice creams on the first day after he recovered.
With the incentive of ice cream, Baldy stretched out his paw like a brave warrior. The nurse praised Baldy for being so brave. She shouldn’t have praised him so soon, because as soon as she took out the needle, Baldy retracted his paw.
I clearly remember that Baldy wasn’t afraid of pain. When he fell down the stairs back then, he calmly left with a limp.
He’s not afraid of pain.
Looking at the curled-up Baldy, suddenly it dawned on me. He was sick, in pain, and needed me to comfort him.
When I was sick before, I would curl up like this alone. I remember how uncomfortable I was back then, but no one would comfort me.
How should I comfort him?
I held Baldy in my arms, reached out to cover his eyes, and Baldy kept blinking. I thought for a moment, then hid Baldy in my coat. This fluffy, curled-up Baldy seemed like a little heater.
He hid in my coat, pitch black inside, without any light. Although Baldy was afraid of the dark, he suddenly rubbed against me. Only when he felt safe and could act coquettish would he rub against me like this.
I took out one of Baldy’s little paws and signaled the nurse to give him the shot. This time, Baldy didn’t retract his paw and obediently let the nurse give him the shot.
When the shot was almost done, he poked his head out of the coat, peeking at his shot paw, then at me. I gently tapped Baldy’s forehead, and Baldy laughed again with a hee-hee-hee.
His laughter was hoarse now, not as clear as before, but I still found it very cute.
After the injection, I carried a small IV bag and Baldy towards the hospital bed. The bed wasn’t as comfortable as sleeping at home; Baldy lay on my chest.
I brewed his medicine, which tasted like strawberry, but smelled nauseatingly weird. Baldy spat it out after just a small sip.
I encouraged Baldy to drink the medicine. Sensing my softened heart tonight, Baldy snuggled in my arms and softly murmured, “It’s really hard to drink.”
In the end, we struck a deal involving ice cream again. Baldy made a bitter melon face and managed to finish the strangely flavored medicine.
After a lot of fuss, Baldy finally fell asleep in my arms. He was sick, his snores intermittent and kept me awake, so I updated the post in the middle of the night.
I wonder when he’ll get better.
№1050
Patting the sick little Baldy, patting the original poster.
№1051
Sickness comes from the mouth; OP, don’t spoil Baldy too much. If he can’t eat something, don’t give it to him. Eating too much ice cream isn’t good for the stomach. What will you do if he gets a stomachache from eating too much? (Will Baldy dislike me for saying this?)
№1052
What a coincidence, Ruge just started his livestream today, not to kill joy, just reflecting on it.
№1053
… There’s a nurse in the next post who said she met Marshal Xi and Marshal’s baby while working night shift.
I… seem to have discovered… something incredible.
№1054
Holy cow, is it true?!
№1055
It’s true, the nurse’s post was an hour earlier than the OP’s post, and there are photos. The next post is exploding, and it’s already trending fourth. It’s estimated to hit first place soon.
№1056
Marshal’s baby also seems to have tonsillitis and a fever. I…
№1057
Too much of a coincidence.
№1058
OP, are you there? Can you come out and explain?
№1059
Everyone, I have a bold idea.
№1060
I have a bold idea too!!!
№1061
Ah ah ah ah sisters, I feel like OP is Marshal Xi! Baldy is the little mermaid, right? Right? Right? I bet he is!!! Oh my god, imagining the little mermaid, I’m so overwhelmed by cuteness! Can I just take a sip?
If the trending post reveals that Marshal Xi and He Ruge have two children, then the truth is self-evident!
№1062
OP, come out and explain, don’t pretend to be dead.
№1063
Thinking about it this way, OP has many suspicions. OP said he was ill for a while, and Marshal Xi once stayed at home due to cyclical Vortex Mental Devouring Syndrome. OP’s loved one sang songs that He Ruge had all sung in his livestream.
Even more coincidentally, once when I was following OP’s post, I saw OP talk about one monk carrying water to eat, two monks carrying water to eat, and three monks without water to eat. The next day, He Ruge also mentioned this story in his livestream.
OP’s loved one mentioned this story one day before He Ruge’s livestream.
It’s really unbelievable. This story isn’t searchable on the internet. Did OP’s loved one happen to also follow this post?
№1064
In the nurse’s sneakily taken photo next door, Marshal’s baby is indeed hiding in Marshal Xi’s coat! Only a small paw is visible! It’s really cute, with pink paw pads! Marshal is gently looking down at the baby! I really want to make a baby for Marshal!
№1065
It’s trending at second place now!
№1066
OP, please come out, even just a squeak
№1067
OMG! I’m following my idol’s post! Every word in the post is typed out by my idol! Ahhhh my idol is telling me a story! Idol, I love you ahhh! Please help me tell Rugee that I love him super much too!!!!!
№1068
Breaking news! It’s trending number one!
№1069
So excited I can’t sleep, marking my attendance
№1070
Came here from the trending post, heard this is Idol’s thread, tourist group from the trending post is here to check in
№1071
Ding~ Checking in
№1072
Wow, over a thousand posts here, ahhh I can start from the first post! I feel so excited! It feels like reading idol’s autobiography.
№1073
In my lifetime, I felt so close to my dol for the first time, crying
№1074
Is my idol here?
№1075
Bold as a tiger yet gentle as a rose, my idol is truly family-oriented. But thinking that if I married Rugee, I’d definitely be family-oriented too… Ah, can’t dare to think, if I married someone like Ruge, I’d treat him like a deity
№1076
My idol is so gentle in this thread, I’m a fan now, indeed a tough man’s tenderness is most deadly
№1077
I want to see the soap opera of Little Mermaid! Ahhhh, I’m crazy for it! I want to see a full-body photo of Baldy! One paw isn’t enough to satisfy me!
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