CH 138

Chapter 138 – 1992-2020

The elevator was running quietly and smoothly. Suddenly it shook slightly.

This is something that happens every time and Lian Qiaowas used to it. But RenDong couldn’t seem to get used to it, because every time the elevator vibrated, he would gasp in shock.

It was the same this time.

Lian Qiao looked at RenDong, meeting his dazed eyes.

Lian Qiao was about to speak when RenDong’s expression suddenly changed. His melancholy and trance temperament disappeared instantly, replaced by a burst of anger.

“Why is it so easy for me to—!” Before he finished speaking, his voice stopped abruptly, as if his throat was choked by an invisible hand.

Lian Qiao was stunned by this unexpected outburst and, before he could react, RenDong changed the subject and yelled at him angrily: “Babies are very fragile! Don’t feed them indiscriminately!”

Lian Qiao: “???”

…

After a lot of tossing, Lian Qiao, in a daze, finally picked up the bitter little purple potato from the entrance of the orphanage.

This time, the little purple sweet potato behaved well, crying wildly all night, constantly attracting Lian Qiao’s attention. He didn’t care how tired or haggard Lian Qiao was, he wanted Lian Qiao to put all his attention on him, take good care of the baby and stop doing any other nonsense.

Lian Qiao was so disturbed that he didn’t sleep a wink all night. Several times he pushed the cradle and was about to pass out but Little RenDong cried out and forcefully pulled him back from sleep.

But every time he picked up little RenDong, fed him, took his temperature and checked his diaper… after this set of procedures, he found that there was nothing wrong with RenDong. He really cried just because he wanted to! He just wants to make trouble! He just won’t let him sleep!

After coming down several times, Lian Qiao almost had a nervous breakdown.

“Ancestor, what’s wrong with you…” Lian Qiao lay on the side of the cradle pitifully with two huge dark circles under his eyes, “What did I do wrong that you want to torment me like this…”

Little RenDong stared at him but didn’t speak.

Lian Qiao and the baby stared at each other for a long time and the lover filter activated on its own. He could only think that although the little purple sweet potato spirit was ugly, it was also cute and ugly.

No matter how noisy it is, it is also his RenDong.

It’s his baby RenDong!

Lian Qiao smiled at the little monster in the cradle with boundless love and tolerance. Then touched his forehead for the 101th time, pinched his little face, and biu biu shot him a gentle gaze for the 101th time.

RenDong: “…” Are you really not angry?

Little RenDong seemed a little embarrassed, thinned his mouth and turned his head away. He thought to myself: Hm! You really have no principles! Don’t you know you’ll spoil a child if you bring them up like this?

Fortunately, everything was safe and sound after all.

Little RenDong managed to live until 1993 and, at the moment when the sun rose, he also grew up.

If RenDong hadn’t kept making noises to keep Lian Qiao from sleeping, Lian Qiao really wouldn’t have seen this scene. Of course, this change was far more shocking than pleasant to Lian Qiao.

Because RenDong doesn’t just grow up all at once but, like a snake shedding its skin, the whole body is split from the middle, and a bigger child emerges from the inside.

The layer of skin that he shed off gradually became translucent as it fell off and soon disappeared.

“…” Lian Qiao slowly closed his mouth in shock and breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately it disappeared. If this layer of skin doesn’t disappear, what should he do?

That’s…the shed skin of RenDong! Can he just throw it in the trash? Is it wet waste or hazardous waste? !

Lian Qiao survived the initial shock and quickly accepted the fact that RenDong grows one year older every day. However, when he tried to grind RenDong’s teeth, RenDong refused to touch the shrimp crackers. Lian Qiao said it was for his own good but RenDong refused to eat it and even slapped the bag of shrimp crackers onto his face.

Lian Qiao began to wonder if his intelligence had also regressed!

Why are you so disobedient!

All in all, out of inexplicable stubbornness, RenDong insisted on drinking only milk powder and not touching anything else. He was already thin and small but now it’s even worse, his teeth can’t even grow out.

He always likes to point fingers and make gestures to Lian Qiao. Lian Qiao couldn’t understand, so he babbled to Lian Qiao. His small mouth opened without a single tooth in it, which made him feel inexplicably happy. Lian Qiao couldn’t help laughing all the time, so Little RenDong gave him a slap in the face.

What kind of attack power can a one-year-old child have? Lian Qiao just thinks that chubby little hand was extremely cute and he can’t help but grab RenDong’s little hand and put it to his mouth to kiss. This made little RenDong even more angry and stretched out his little feet to kick him in the face.

Lian Qiao: Aiyooooooo this little foot foot is so cute too! Give me a kiss!

The crowd silently watching: “You still say you not a pervert?! You beast!”

Little RenDong, who was crying wildly, finally escaped the allergy to shrimp crackers. Soon, night fell.

On this day, everyone explored everywhere, but no one could find any useful clues. And Lian Qiao was obsessed with bringing up the baby and had no intention of helping at all. He could only hope time would go slower, so that he could love Little RenDong more.

At night, Little RenDong, who had been playing around all day, was exhausted. He lay drowsy in Lian Qiao’s arms. Lian Qiao sat in the living room with everyone, discussing what to do next.

In fact, there was nothing to discuss. There are no clues in the orphanage, and the name of the instance was clear enough.

To at least let RenDong live until 2020!

Everyone really had nothing to say and finally turned their attention to Lian Qiao.

Little Apple asked: “Do you have any thoughts?”

Lian Qiao: “…Huh?”

Suddenly being cue-ed, he hadn’t transformed from his ‘father’ identity and subconsciously looked at everyone with a loving gaze.

Everyone inexplicably felt the ridicule of “I am your father” and felt slightly upset. The man with the scar was already grumpy and this subtle discomfort suddenly magnified it infinitely in his heart. He slapped the table and burst out angrily: “Fuck your mother, can you be serious? Do you still want to go out?!”

The clanging sound directly woke up Little RenDong from his sound sleep. Little RenDong opened his eyes in a bewilderment, eyes filled with moisture, and Lian Qiao said coldly: “Speak up if you have something to say but don’t be loud, you scared him.” 

The man with the scar didn’t expect Lian Qiao, this seemingly frail young man, to be not afraid of him at all. He was taken aback for a moment but immediately felt he’d lost face. He kicked off the stool and rushed up to Lian Qiao, pulling Lian Qiao up by his collar: “What are you talking about? Do you dare to say it again—” 

His voice was cut off. 

Boom!

The scarred man’s brain buzzed and he felt his forehead itch. When he touched it, it turned out to be blood.

He opened his eyes wide in shock and looked at his bloody hands in disbelief. Only then did he notice that Lian Qiao had pulled out a crowbar at some point. The crowbar was still stained with blood—his blood!

Fuck!

I was just fucking trying to scare you, and you’re fucking trying to kill me!

“…” The man with the scar didn’t have time to speak, his eyes rolled back and he passed out.

Suddenly there was a sudden change. Everyone was shocked, including baby RenDong. Only Lian Qiao remained calm, flicked the blood off the crowbar and stared at everyone indifferently.

No one expected that Lian Qiao, a warm and sunny boy, would be so ruthless, decisive and merciless in his actions. Although the man with the scar was not very polite, he had done anything deserving of death. Lian Qiao’s operation changed everyone’s opinion of him instantly, and everyone had different expressions and thoughts.

Little Apple seems to be very used to this kind of thing. She bent down to check the scar man’s injury, turned her head and smiled at everyone, “It’s okay, he’s just passed out.”

The long-haired auntie also came to her senses, and hurried to the scarred man’s side: “He’s bleeding so much, is he okay?”

Lian Qiao suddenly took a step forward. Everyone was shocked, subconsciously retreating. Lian Qiao ignored the crowd, went straight to the dining table, picked up a rag from the corner of the table, threw it to Little Apple and said, “Press his wound for a while. A small wound like that will stop bleeding immediately.”

Little Apple was not polite and took it. The rag was pressed against the scarred man’s head. Although Lian Qiao’s attack was ruthless, he did not intend to kill, so there was only a blood bag bulging on the scar man’s head instead of a blood hole.

As soon as Little Apple pressed it, the man with the scar woke up, screaming in pain.

Lian Qiao gave him a cool look and the man with the scar immediately stopped talking.

When the long-haired auntie saw that the man with the scar was indeed fine, she got up and sighed: “Oh, what’s going with us! We haven’t even found a way out and we’re already fighting among ourselves. How will we live in the future?

Lian Qiao put away the crowbar, lowered his eyes and said lightly: “We are grasshoppers on the same rope. But if a grasshopper wants to bite me, I can’t let him mess around.” 

Little Apple also coaxed: “Okay, stop talking. He was beaten to the ground by you, so let’s put it behind us now.”

Hearing this, the man with the scar flashed a trace of displeasure in his eyes and blurted out: “Obviously he attacked me first! And you’re still on his side?”

Everyone: “…” You were the first to strike, have you forgotten?

Little Apple was also very disappointed with the scarred man. She shook her head and sighed: “You really don’t know what to do. Do you think that, in this kind of place, people will still reason with you? No. Everyone will always follow the powerful people.”

After finishing speaking, she immediately lent action to her words and left the man with the scar and stood by Lian Qiao’s side.

The man with the scar opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but everyone has already started discussing tomorrow’s matter.

The man with the scar was lying on the ground alone, suddenly feeling helpless.

Among the people in this circle, only the baby in Lian Qiao’s arms looked straight at him. But this baby was inextricably linked to Lian Qiao and the man with the scar hated it from the bottom of his heart. He snorted coldly and, while Lian Qiao was not paying attention, he secretly glared at him fiercely.

Unexpectedly, not only was Lian Qiao not afraid of him, but even this immature child who had just turned one year old was indifferent to his deterrence.

The baby’s eyes were burning and the jet-black eyes were staring straight at him. There was an expression that could be called solemn on the fleshy little face. The scarred man thought the baby’s seriousness was ridiculous. At the same time he felt an itch on his face, as if something had dripped down.

Could it be that the blood flowed down again?

He scratched his face subconsciously, but he didn’t feel any blood, but a shiny, sticky, unknown liquid slid down. When he smelt it, it actually was a little bit smelly.

As he was surprised, he suddenly saw the baby raise his little hand and gently tug at Lian Qiao’s sleeve.

“Huh?” Lian Qiao lowered his head, his eyes were full of tenderness.

“Ah… there’s…” The baby pointed to the man with the scar and uttered an ambiguous monosyllable.

Lian Qiao leaned close to the baby’s mouth and listened patiently to him jumping out word by word. After listening, his expression sank, and he also turned to look at the man with the scar.

The crowd couldn’t help but follow and look at it together. The man with the scar thought: Hey, you’re so young and already know how to dob people in? He felt a bit guilty but he refused to show timidity, so he said sternly, “What are you doing! You haven’t played enough so you want to play again?!”

Lian Qiao stared at him for half a second: “No.” 

The man with the scar: “Then why are you all staring at me!?”

Lian Qiao: “Because you have a ghost on your head.”