Liang Muqiu played with Edamame for a while before preparing his food.
He wasn’t very good at cooking but fortunately, he didn’t need fancy appliances or skills to prepare dog food. Edamame also wasn’t picky. As long as it was cooked, he would gobble up the food without raising his head.
Seeing Edamame eating heartily, Liang Muqiu felt a sense of accomplishment. At least others appreciated his cooking.
He was relieved to see this and took a video of Edamame and uploaded it to his account on station D.
A few years ago, he opened an account on the platform and every now and then, he would upload some videos. He didn’t market his account nor did he show his face. His account was more of a video diary and he usually uploaded whatever he wanted.
Sometimes he would say a few words in the video and sometimes there was no narration at all, with only background music playing.
But a few years later, because of his well shot landscape videos, his account accumulated ten thousand fans.
The advantage of having fewer followers was that it was easy to get acquainted with them.
His comment section resembled a naturally formed community where people would casually chat under his videos. He had even seen people organizing a blind date in the comments.
He uploaded the video of Edamame and after ten minutes, there were a few scattered comments below.
He glanced at the comment section and sure enough, in the front row was the familiar ID- Nandu.
Nandu could be considered a loyal fan of his. He had been a fan since the beginning of his journey on station D when he only had a few videos. He didn’t say much but he always left a comment on his videos.
Over the two years, the two people could be regarded as online friends.
Liang Muqiu opened his home screen on the platform and saw that Nandu had messaged him privately asking if Edamame was well.
Liang Muqiu: “He’s doing good, he was chewing on the dog bone toy just now. I’m going to take him out for a walk tomorrow.”
Nandu: “That’s good.”
The topic came to an end like that and Nandu didn’t send him any more messages.
Liang Muqiu stared at his profile picture in a daze.
Nandu’s profile picture was of an oak tree with no distinctive features. Silent and low-key, just like him.
They had been in touch for two years.
Because Liang Muqiu was drunk, he started a rare live broadcast. At that time, there were only a few people in the room. He groaned about his stomach ache and also said he dreamed about his ex-boyfriend. He went on about how he had returned to his university and realised that the library had been renovated, but the cherry blossom trees outside remained unchanged and were blooming beautifully.
Only Nandu sent him a private message in the night.
Asking him where he was, whether his stomach hurt or if anyone was taking care of him.
When he saw the message, Liang Muqiu was stunned and even recovered from his hangover slightly. Because from across the screen, the anxiety and impatience from the sender seemed to overflow from the phone.
The last sentence he sent was, “Reply to me, please.”
Liang Muqiu stared at the screen for a while before replying, “I’m fine. My stomach doesn’t hurt much, it was just a hangover.”
Nandu quickly returned his message, “Don’t take it lightly. If you have a bad stomach, go to the hospital. Do you have a friend to help you? Do you need me to call a private doctor?”
He looked at the short two lines.
There was only a pure white background on the screen, but he seemed to see Cen Nan’s anxious face for a moment.
In the end, he didn’t say anything he shouldn’t have and replied, “I’m really fine, it doesn’t hurt anymore.”
After that incident, he occasionally chatted privately with this stranger called “Nandu” like they were friends.
After chatting for a bit, he learned a bit more about Nandu. He was a Chinese PhD student one year younger than him and was also a native of Pingshi City.
He even took the liberty of asking Nandu for a photo of himself.
While he felt like a pervert who was harassing his fans, he stubbornly wanted to see what the person he was chatting with looked like.
Fortunately, Nandu didn’t reject him and the photos came quickly.
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The man in the picture didn’t have an eye-catching face, but he was beautiful and gentle. He was sitting on a school bench with a straight posture, wearing black-framed glasses and a grey striped shirt.
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He first noticed “Nandu” because there was the word “Nan” in the ID. Many times when he was chatting with Nandu, he couldn’t help but wonder if the person on the other side of the screen was Cen Nan.
Now he knew the answer, it was just a stranger who cared for him.
After this incident, he let down his guard and conversed with Nandu more.
At first, he was a bit conceited and thought that Nandu liked him, but later on, he found out that he was overthinking it. Nandu’s conversations with him were always straightforward and there was no ambiguity hidden in his words.
Liang Muqiu lay on the plush carpet and stared at the screen for a long time. It was obvious that Nandu had already verified his identity, but when he thought of Cen Nan who suddenly happened to be his neighbour, he suddenly had a secret suspicion in his heart.
He asked Nandu, “What are you doing now?”
Nandu’s reply was quick.
“Writing my thesis at home.”
Liang Muqiu hesitated and asked, “Really? I always feel like you’re lying to me.”
He felt embarrassed to bring it up because it was offensive to the other.
If it wasn’t because he was trying to confirm that Nandu wasn’t Cen Nan, he wouldn’t have said this to a person on the internet even if he was beaten to death.
Fortunately, Nandu wasn’t upset and instead sent him another photo.
The picture showed a half-written essay about ancient times. Next to it was a slender white hand wearing a black wristwatch.
That wasn’t Cen Nan’s hand.
Liang Muqiu breathed a sigh of relief.
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have been so rude.” He apologized sincerely.
“It’s okay, I’m not angry.” Nandu was still as forthright as before. “Did something happen to you? I think you sound a little upset.”
Liang Muqiu thought, “There are many troubles indeed, such as whether I should beat up Cen Nan or not.”
But he didn’t want to tell anyone about it for the time being.
“There is something, but I don’t know how to say it yet.”
“Then don’t say it, I’ll listen when you want to say it.”
Liang Muqiu smiled.
As long as the opposite person wasn’t Cen Nan, “Nandu” was a rare friend to come across.
Thoughtful, gentle, but restrained and never uncomfortable.
He suddenly had a little whim and asked Nandu, “We’ve known each other for two years and we’ve never met. Why don’t we meet sometime? Pingshi City is just over two hours away from me.”
Nandu seemed to be stuck this time. After a while, he replied, “Sorry, I’m on a business trip recently and can’t meet.”
Liang Muqiu was a little disappointed but didn’t press further.
“That’s fine then, we can meet later sometime.”
He chatted with Nandu for a while and felt a little better. He was also slightly tired after going out and slept earlier than usual.
Before going to bed, he opened his circle of friends and took a look.
Cen Nan didn’t post anything today. He didn’t know why but he was a little unhappy.
Since Edamame returned home, Liang Muqiu took him for a walk in the community garden several days in a row.
His Edamame was a social butterfly. Even though he had short legs, he was very popular with other dogs and everywhere he went, other dogs would rub against him affectionately and play with him.
Edamame liked to ignore them, walking arrogantly with his short legs. It was completely different from the obedient and coquettish behaviour in front of him. He would only condescend and play with the other dogs if they flattered him a lot.
Liang Muqiu was chatting with other owners next to him and felt that his son was simply a scumbag, making him very embarrassed.
He thought to himself that Edamame was following in Cen Nan’s footsteps.
He was such a dedicated and affectionate parent, how could he raise such a scum dog?
Back then in high school, those gentle and lovely girls liked Cen Nan as if they were blind, but Cen Nan was always cold and unwilling to say a single extra word.
Seeing that it was getting late and was time to go home, Liang Muqiu shouted at Edamame, “Edamame, come back, we’re leaving.”
Edamame immediately abandoned his little friends and ran over.
Liang Muqiu grabbed the leash and one person and one dog strolled back home.
Before entering the apartment building, Liang Muqiu was still gently asking his son what he wanted to eat tonight, “Edamame, should we eat fish and chicken tonight?”
But as soon as he looked up, he found that in front of the elevator, his unwelcoming neighbour, Mr Cen, was staring at him blankly.
And at the Edamame in his hand.
He had probably just gotten off work. He was wearing a suit and leather shoes that suited him well and his hair was meticulously combed, giving off the air of an elite scum.
Liang Muqiu didn’t expect to meet him here, so he didn’t know whether he should greet him or not. But before he could open his mouth, the Edamame he was holding in his hand became excited first, shedding his noble and indifferent attitude just now and twisting his little butt while rushing up.
Liang Muqiu couldn’t even hold onto the leash as he watched his family’s Edamame bounce towards Cen Nan with the trailing leash and enthusiastically pull on the other’s trousers.
And Cen Nan also squatted down and called out in disbelief, “Edamame…”
Edamame let out an “Ao” and burrowed into Cen Nan’s arms immediately, spreading dog fur all over his high-class suit.
It licked Cen Nan’s face, its ebony eyes still full of attachment like it had when it was a small puppy.
Seven years later, he still remembered his other “dad”.
The puppy didn’t understand what abandonment meant, nor did it understand why Cen Nan disappeared.
All he knew was that after a long, long time apart, his other “dad” was there again, holding him like he did when he was little.
It even looked back at Liang Muqiu, as if asking him to join them too.
Liang Muqiu’s complexion wasn’t good as he walked over slowly.
He was counting on Edamame to bite Cen Nan but as a result, this guy collaborated with the enemy and betrayed the country.
Cen Nan picked up Edamame and said to Liang Muqiu with a complicated expression, “I didn’t expect Edamame to still remember me.”
Liang Muqiu suddenly became angry.
He unceremoniously said to Cen Nan, “Don’t dream too much, Edamame was only a year old when you went abroad and now it’s been seven years, yet you still expect your son to remember you.”
“It’s just…enthusiastic about everyone.”
As soon as he finished speaking, he was stunned.
When he and Cen Nan raised the corgi, he often called him his son, but after Cen Nan left, he didn’t change it.
Now that he said it out loud, it was like a divorced couple discussing child custody.
Liang Muqiu silently shut up and silence hung in the air for a few seconds.
Cen Nan didn’t know whether to be happy or not, at least Liang Muqiu subconsciously admitted that he was also the “father” of Edamame.
He looked down at Liang Muqiu, “You’re right, it’s my fault I wasn’t involved in our son’s growth. I’ll make up for it in the future.”
Liang Muqiu pulled up the corner of his mouth. He finally knew what it meant to be shameless.
He commented speechlessly, “Cen Nan, you need to have some face ba. This is my dog, my son, what does it have to do with you? You’re only scolding Edamame for being disobedient, I don’t know if you still want him.”
Cen Nan’s expression froze. He looked at Liang Muqiu.
Liang Muqiu was staring at the ground, not looking at him.
He was wearing a royal blue embroidered coat today. His side profile was clear and white and his entire figure was surrounded with a youthful air, just like when he was still in university.
The sentence was talking about Edamame but when it entered Cen Nan’s ears, he felt that Liang Muqiu was talking about himself.
He lowered his eyes and whispered, “I didn’t not want it.”
Liang Muqiu snorted and didn’t answer. He stepped forward and pressed the elevator button.
Until the elevator reached the eleventh floor, Cen Nan was still holding onto Edamame.
Seeing that he was about to enter the door, Liang Muqiu turned around and stretched out his hand to Cen Nan, “Enough, return Edamame to me.”
Cen Nan was startled and looked at Liang Muqiu with complicated eyes for a while, but he still placed Edamame in his hands.
He couldn’t help but ask, “Can I see Edamame in the future?”
Liang Muqiu subconsciously wanted to refuse.
He raised his eyes to look at Cen Nan. Under the dim corridor light, Cen Nan’s face was like a richly coloured oil painting, Each stroke was finely drawn. With dense ebony eyes and gently fanning lashes, it was like a thousand words were hidden in that image.
And Edamame was also moving restlessly in his arms, always wanting to grab onto Cen Nan’s sleeve.
For an instance, Liang Muqiu felt like he was the stepmother breaking up Cinderella and her father.
He sighed.
“Come if you want ba, don’t make me look like a stepfather.”
With that, he deliberately ignored Cen Nan’s eyes that had lit up for a moment, pushed his door and closed it, shutting Cen Nan out in one fell swoop.
Edamame didn’t understand why Cen Nan was shut out and was still pawing the door anxiously. He looked up at Liang Muqiu from time to time and whimpered.
Liang Muqiu squatted down and patted Edamame’s round butt. He cursed, “Eating inside and out.”
But he didn’t use any force and Edamame thought that he was playing with him.
Liang Muqiu was at the end of his rope. He poked Edamame’s nose and said, “It’s just as well that I can’t forget him, but how come you can’t forget him? How old were you then?”
He seemed to be scolding both Edamame and himself.
He knew the reason why.
It was Cen Nan who brought Edamame back home at first. It was also Cen Nan who cooked his food, shovelled his faeces, and accompanied him to the vet when he was sick.
At that time, he was just like a child spoiled by Cen Nan, how could he take care of a small puppy? The first time Edamame fell ill and went to the hospital, he was helpless and pulled on the corner of Cen Nan’s clothes. With reddened eyes, he asked Cen Nan if Edamame would be okay.
Cen Nan had wrapped him in his down jacket, as sturdy as a tree.
“No, I’m here.”
He remembered the woody fragrance on Cen Nan’s body and he buried his head in his shoulder, indulging in it like poison.
He knew from before that he was too dependent on Cen Nan, but who could say that it wasn’t the result of Cen Nan’s deliberate indulgence.
Even though he hadn’t seen him for many years, he still made no progress and was in a mess.
Truly like father like son, pretentious af tsk tsk, Top scum yet adorable doggo award goes to Edamame
Thank you for your translation 🤍🤍🤍
thank you for the chapter.
Thanks for the chapter 🤍
I clicked her for fluff, I received angst. It’s nearing midnight yet I still felt like crying. My heart clench so much. ^_^
Here* I was about to delete it and comment a new one but I don’t know how so nevermind.
Shoo shoo, stay away! I have a feeling that if Nandu isn’t CN himself, it should be someone who is helping him…
Thank You for the new chapter (*＾3＾)/～♡
thanks for the chapter <3
LMQ should’ve said “it’s normal for a dog to remember/recognise another dog” lol
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Because of this I just searched if it’s really true that a dog can remember you even after so many years of not seeing each other. Voila! It’s really true. Now I don’t know whether to laugh or cry.