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This is the 6th out of 10 extra chapters. Thanks to “Pls ignore me”
Believe it or not, the attentive ones concerned about the little ones must have noticed that during this late-night stroll and supper, Third Flora was nowhere to be seen.
Xiao Qing, who also cares about the little ones, noticed it.
However, he first saw off Lin De’an, then contacted some people to handle the giant snake before turning around to ask about Xu Yintang. “Why didn’t Third Flora eat? Doesn’t it suit their taste?”
Xu Yintang shook his head, looking at the night sky, seemingly extending infinitely into another world’s shadow, revealing a peculiar smile. “It has already eaten, and quite heartily.”
There’s a saying: when children are quiet, mischief is afoot.
And when Third Flora doesn’t even make a sound while snuggling into her mother’s arms alongside Second Treasure, it surely indicates something more mischievous.
Xiao Qing didn’t hear the flapping of butterflies or catch the scent of the fragrance that Third Flora naturally exudes. But that doesn’t mean Third Flora’s butterflies haven’t appeared around them. It might also signify that the sound of wings flapping has merged into the background noise of this world, and the fragrant scent has seamlessly blended with the air, undetectable.
In the shadows of this city, under the brightness of this world, butterflies are diligently building their nests more industriously than bees or ants.
Countless cocoons are hidden in the shadows, and even more butterflies emerge from them. The grievances and resentments of millions in this ancient city have turned into sweet nectar. All the ongoing pessimistic emotions behind the bright lights flow into the shadows, where butterflies reside, sipping the sweet liquid and rustling their wings, silently integrating their existence into the world’s prolonged yet noisy breathing frequency.
Tonight, no little one has eaten as heartily as Third Flora.
Some might find this behavior extremely alarming, but it’s innate for Third Flora. Constructing nests and expanding itself is as essential for its survival as breathing and eating. Hence, Xu Yintang didn’t say much, merely allowing it to regulate its expansion and feeding.
Third Flora has always been a cautious little one, knowing how to restrain the urge to inflate and resist the temptations of danger, organizing and planning the safe and sustainable expansion of their community. If Little Darling, who keeps eating endlessly (and is a bit foolish), or Second Treasure, who doesn’t even understand the meaning of restraint, were messing around outside, Xu Yintang would definitely lock the doors immediately.
Yawning, Second Treasure nestled in his mother’s arms, routinely acting cute before bedtime, becoming a soft and considerate little pillow for his mother. Third Flora’s arrogance couldn’t even scratch a hair on his head.
What’s the use if Mom thinks you’re the most obedient and understanding one in the house?
As it’s widely known, the most rambunctious little one at home gets the most attention from Mom.
Moreover, Second Treasure is still fluffy.
Let’s repeat it again — FLUFFY!
Therefore, in Second Treasure’s eyes, there’s no doubt about who Mom’s most beloved baby is.
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The dim light cast an ambiguous warm hue over the entire scene, making Yu Kongyou’s face turn yellow as he peered in, clicking his tongue.
“So sentimental! You’ll get reported if you keep this up!”
Too exhausted to deal with him, Xu Yintang half-opened his eyes and glanced at the clock—three oh five in the morning. This late-night supper was dragging on a bit too long, and he just wanted to sleep peacefully.
Xu Yingtang isn’t a ghost, and he can’t run for 24 hours like Yu Kongyou can.
“Let me finish this, and then you can sleep,” Yu Kongyou tugged at Little Darling’s tentacle, shaking Xu Yintang. “This concerns our hospital’s grand construction plan. Director Xu, aren’t you concerned at all?!”
Dean Xu pulled the blanket over his head to avoid working late into the night. “We can deal with it tomorrow, nobody will die from it.”
“But you’ll definitely sleep in tomorrow and wake up at noon!” Yu Kongyou tugged at his blanket. “I won’t say I feel awful, but it might lead to depression!”
“Depression, my foot.”
Xu Yintang, nearby, grabbed one of Little Darling’s tentacles to use as a listener. He closed his eyes, pretending to be dead. “Go on then.”
The mouthpiece on the tentacle gestured amiably towards Yu Kongyou, creating a smile-like curve.
Yu Kongyou’s attention immediately shifted. “Hey?! Our Little Darling can smile now! So polite, such a lovely smile. Can you smile again? Oh, our Little Darling is so well-behaved, Uncle Yu will give you a pat…”
The tentacle reluctantly complied.
For the sake of his mother’s sleep quality, Little Darling sacrificed too much.
…
Of course, early the next morning, Dean Xu was caught by Yu Kongyou, missing out on sleeping in, and was bombarded with plans for transforming the Happiness Sanatorium into a Happiness Farm. He began by vehemently criticizing a certain lying weasel who exaggerated without any boundaries. Even a little over a thousand souls were blown up to tens of thousands. There was more water in its war tales than in reality.
Yu Kongyou had already planned how to manage these tens of thousands of souls, but upon inspection, the numbers didn’t add up. It barely even reached one thousand five hundred, enough only to plow the back mountain. There wasn’t even enough to dig irrigation channels or feed the chickens and ducks.
Yu Kongyou felt like a farmer whose crops had been stolen.
Xu Yintang didn’t see it as a big deal. “If there’s less, then there’s less. Weren’t you complaining about having too many before?”
“Can the surplus outside and the lack in our own bowl be the same?” Yu Kongyou argued loudly, lambasting the weasel again before adjusting his mood to discuss their joyous progress in transforming the farm.
The broken garden outside Zone Three had been leveled and planted with cabbages, leeks, and other vegetables. The pond, for experimental breeding of loaches, snails, and crayfish, was lively. Even in a new batch of a hundred chicks, almost half had survived. With a bit more effort, they’d soon be eating eggs from their own chickens!
Farming! Raising chickens! Development work!
When talking about this, Yu Kongyou raised his arms and shouted, blood nearly dripping from his seven orifices, revealing a ferocious side. Xu Yintang, infected by his sense of accomplishment, also found the farm development somewhat interesting. The scene of abundant harvests with flocks of chickens and ducks was truly exhilarating to imagine.
So, as I said, there’s no Chinese person who wouldn’t enjoy farming and construction work. It’s way more interesting than any terrifying instance.
—That’s what Yu Kongyou said.
The newly appointed Deputy Dean Yu, after hearing Xu Yintang’s summaries of three instances, lost interest in the entire game. He simply suggested that if Xu Yintang wanted to fight in the future, he could try summoning him at the hospital entrance in the instance. The little ones were just a month old; making them fight monsters made him worry.
Xu Yingtang: …
“Okay, as long as you’re happy.”
…
Another day passed calmly.
Yu Kongyou was directing the newly arrived spirits in watering the vegetable plots. These laborers worked tirelessly, never complaining or tiring out. They did whatever they were asked to do, able to work from dawn till dusk flawlessly, leaving capitalists in tears. However, due to their lack of spirits, their minds weren’t very sharp. They needed repeated instructions to grasp tasks.
Sunlight poured onto the land, and the dew on the tender shoots glistened like tiny jewels. The scent of damp earth from the turned soil diluted the long-standing stench of decay and blood in the hospital. From the makeshift chicken coop nearby came the lively chirping of young chicks, occasionally accompanied by the majestic crowing of a rooster.
It was a scene of thriving pastoral beauty. Yu Kongyou admired his work with a cheerful mood and emotionally addressed Xu ZhongPing, squatting by the field in silent communion with the land, “Look! These are the territories I’ve conquered!”
Xu ZhongPing seemed to hear something, his toes fidgeting inside his slippers.
Coincidentally, Xu Yintang passed by, wordless. “Clearly, it’s me who conquered them.”
“Same, same,” Yu Kongyou waved. “Even if I’m not a king, I should at least be the Grand Internal Supervisor.”
“Of course, I’m still complete, so I should be the Prime Minister, the Chief of the Cabinet.”
Curiously, he glanced at Shi Yuebai, who followed Xu Yintang. “And who might this be?”
“I’m Shi Yuebai.” With a smile, Shi Yuebai stepped forward, saying, then paused, glancing at Xu Yintang’s expression before continuing.
“When I was a kid, I met Tangtang… well, we met at this hospital when we were kids. Later, we became teammates in a game. Although it’s been over a decade since we’ve seen each other, he hasn’t changed much from back then. I recognized him at a glance.”
The part Shi Yuebai left out with ellipses was very soft and ambiguous, but aside from Xu ZhongPing, everyone understood that he referred to “Brother Tangtang.”
Shi Yuebai realized his mistake, touched his nose awkwardly, and took out a box of pastries from the gift bag he was holding, trying to make Yu Kongyou forget his slip of the tongue by offering something delicious.
However, Yu Kongyou also caught the cold hum from Second Treasure, perched on Xu Yintang’s shoulder, and all five of its eyes rolled at Shi Yuebai simultaneously.
Oh?
Yu Kongyou immediately sensed something unusual. While taking the box of pastries, a luxury he couldn’t afford in the past, he inspected Shi Yuebai from head to toe with a different perspective. Simultaneously, he mentally replayed every word Shi Yuebai had said moments ago.
Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my~
This status is quite something.
Yu Kongyou responded with a brilliant smile, introducing himself warmly, “I’m Yu Kongyou, sort of a spirit behind the scenes and a fierce ghost, now working for Dean Xu, building a beautiful and harmonious new home together with everyone in the hospital.”
“Then, this is our PingPing, Xu ZhongPing. Although he doesn’t talk much, he’s very kind. Since Dean Xu took office and introduced new treatments for the patients, PingPing’s condition has improved a lot. A few days ago, I spoke to him, and it seemed like he could hear a little.”
“That’s really great.” Shi Yuebai smiled and leaned down, gesturing towards the squatting Xu ZhongPing. Xu ZhongPing nodded blankly a couple of times, his eyes fixed on the soil beneath his feet as if he could see flowers blooming from it.
Second Treasure licked its nose with a snort from its furry tail, believing that Uncle Yu wouldn’t be swayed by the young man’s pretense.
Yu Kongyou didn’t say much to Shi Yuebai, considering he was not only the Vice Dean but also overseeing the hospital’s development. He was soon busy saving the delicate seedlings that had just grown under the spirits’ care.
Meanwhile, Xu Yintang’s thoughts lingered on Shi Yuebai’s slip of the tongue when he said “Brother Tangtang” earlier.
Through that address, he finally dug out one child from the sea of faceless memories that matched Shi Yuebai—only that child used that term. But thinking about that lively and talkative child, his personality didn’t quite align with Shi Yuebai’s character in every way.
Could someone change so much in over a decade?
Xu Yintang felt like he’d received a puzzle piece that looked similar but didn’t quite fit. After digging through his memories and finding no matching pieces, he decided to ask directly, “Did you just call me… Brother Tangtang?”
Shi Yuebai seemed caught off guard that the topic he had tried to divert had circled back to him. His smile froze for a moment, his gaze shifting awkwardly as he explained, “I’m sorry. Because so many things here haven’t changed much, it reminded me of many childhood memories. I called you that unconsciously. Please don’t mind, I didn’t mean anything by it…”
Xu Yintang didn’t mind at all and generously replied, “It’s okay. I’m older than you anyway, so being called ‘brother’ is normal.”
Only then did Shi Yuebai relax, smiling a bit provocatively and with a hint of tenderness, “Brother Tangtang is really good to me.”
Author’s Note –
No rewards for guessing. Did he really ‘accidentally’ call Xu Yingtang that?
Definitely not an accident! Thank you for the chapters, love them sososo much 🧡❤️
+1 not an accident!
+2 not an accident… I feel like it would be stranger for someone to not change at all in a decade, especially after becoming an adult 🤣
Thank you for the chapter! ❤❤❤
Thank you for the chapter!!
Of course Uncle Yu wouldn’t be swayed by that minx Second Treasure, no worries~
Thanks for the update ❤️❤️❤️
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