when i got pregnant with the last god cub

Song Cheng was stunned for a long time before he could figure out what was going on. The cute and soft cub couldn't wait to flap his little wings, making a series of immature sounds.

"Cuckoo, cuckoo..."

The little guy urged and urged, Song Chengcai carried it into the door.

Obviously someone knocked on the door just now, so it can't be that this cub did it, right?

The more Song Cheng thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. After thinking about it for a while, he went to the property management office and adjusted the surveillance camera in the corridor.

The little owl has snow-white soft hair all over its body. It is not ugly but also fat and cute. Song Cheng brought it there too, so as not to be unconvinced by the property owner.

When the property manager called out the surveillance camera, it was a tall woman with curly hair.

She was wearing a wine-red dress, and she was wearing large sunglasses that covered most of her facial features, but her delicate face could still be seen.

Song Cheng didn't know the woman on the screen, at least he didn't have the slightest impression in his mind.

On the woman's shoulder stood the young bird cub, shaking and crookedly rubbing against the woman's neck to prevent itself from being thrown off.

I saw the man got on the elevator and walked straight to Song Cheng's house. The whole process can be said to have a clear purpose, that is, he came for the youth.

The property security gave Song Cheng a strange look, "Handsome guy, is this girl really not your ex-girlfriend or something?"

"Really not, I don't know her... Wait! Can you amplify your voice?"

Song Cheng said helplessly, he was about to explain when he suddenly saw the woman on the screen evoking an unfriendly smile, her lips moved a few times as if she was talking.

"I'll try." The security guard tuned out the recording, but the effect was not satisfactory when the sound was turned up to the maximum.

"I can't hear it very clearly. The monitor has a radio range. If it's far away, that's it."

Song Cheng had no choice but to nod, frowning and wanted to guess based on the shape of his mouth, but it was too difficult, so he could only choose to give up.

He didn't even notice the cub in his hand, tilting his head and staring at the monitor intently.

Hey, it looks kind of ugly now.

The woman on the monitor turned her head slightly, and said helplessly, "This is not a good idea, son..."

"If you don't want to be discovered by the lord god, you'd better move your consciousness away from this little guy, you must know that he has always disliked you..."

The cub rubbed against the woman's neck and cooed a few times, and the woman said helplessly, "Forget it, I owe you a favor."

Now the little guy was finally satisfied, and he nodded seriously.

Then the woman walked to the door of Song Cheng's house, casually took out her satchel, and took out a small bird's nest that couldn't fit in it at all.

She put the cub squatting on her shoulder in the bird's nest, then knocked on the door and walked away.

Song Cheng looked confused, but couldn't help but said: "Brother, please help me find out whether the owner of this owl is a resident of our community. I don't know how to raise birds, this..."

The security guard nodded, "Yes, I will contact you later."

Song Cheng hurriedly thanked him, and could only go home with the little bird cub.

By the time the door was opened, the man had returned, and he was facing away from him, not knowing what he was doing.

"Old Zheng, are you back?" Song Cheng said, "Let me tell you, I picked up a baby bird today..."

The moment Zheng Yanxu turned around, he was holding a bright red post in his hand, which was completely burned by the flames in an instant.

Song Cheng was slightly taken aback, since the man confessed his identity, this guy has become less and less able to hide his inhuman ability.

"You..." Before he had time to ask, Zheng Yanxu had already explained first:

"It's just a wedding invitation from an annoying guy," the man said calmly, his gaze fell on the young man's palm, and he frowned slightly.

"Baby, what did you bring home?"

Only then did Song Cheng remember, and carefully raised the little guy in front of him with both hands:

"One who didn't know who put it in front of our house, little birdie?"

Ask for identification.Song Cheng looked at him seriously.

The little owl cub shrank back, turned its head and burrowed into the palm of its hand, and pouted its buttocks at the man, looking unhappy.

Zheng Yanxu wasn't too polite, and flicked it with his hand, the little bird let out a series of "cuckoo" sounds in surprise.

Song Cheng: "..."

The man withdrew his hand calmly, "Let's take care of it first, if there's something wrong...it's easy to kill."

Anyway, such a small one.

Song Cheng: "???"

The little bird in his hand trembled all over, his eyes widened, and he cried out anxiously, rubbing against the young man's fingers for comfort.

Song Cheng could only pat it on the head, and suddenly had a feeling of becoming a parent in advance, which was very subtle.

In order to raise this little bird cub, Song Cheng had to look up information on the Internet and bought a lot of bird supplies, thinking that it would be possible to release the little bird directly after it grows up.

What Song Cheng didn't expect was that this little bird cub was a little too clingy to him.

No matter where he goes, it stamps its two thin feet and follows step by step.

Song Cheng was really afraid that if he accidentally stepped on him, his intestines would be squeezed out.

When he was in primary school, there were chicken cubs sold at the gate of the school that cost one or two yuan each. Ning Yan saw that he liked it, so she bought two and brought them back to raise.

A few days after arriving home, the first one died at the feet of Song's father. Song Cheng was so sad when he cried, but the next day he didn't pay attention and stepped on the last one.

The child was so frightened on the spot that he couldn't cry with his mouth curled up.

It was really a childhood shadow. In order to prevent the tragedy from happening again, Song Cheng could only put the baby bird in the cage, and only let it out to play for a while when eating.

Coupled with the fact that men would bully it when nothing happened, the little guy became even more pitiful. He often looked at the two cuddling together in the living room, and his small mung bean-sized eyes showed a trace of sadness.

Song Cheng named it Pangli.

It was because the little guy was squatting there with his head tilted in white and white, like a chubby pear.

As soon as the young man called its name, it cooed excitedly, without the slightest dignity as a wild animal.

Fat pear is so spiritual. On the one hand, Song Cheng was worried that it was transformed by some kind of monster, and on the other hand, he was afraid that it would be difficult to let go if he had feelings after he was raised.

After all, even if he is a big man, it's hard not to fall in love with such a cute little creature.

Seeing that Mother Song's birthday is approaching, Song Cheng has been affected by some other things recently.

She said that she wanted to give Ning Yan an unforgettable 45th birthday, but the plan was slowed down.

I don't know if Yun Xiao's parting words played some other role when getting off the scary bus. Song Cheng began to have some weird dreams frequently in the past few days after he came back.

He often dreamed that he was sitting on a high stone step. The stone step was very close to the sky and seemed to be in the embrace of the earth. It was an indescribable feeling. Song Cheng felt that all his senses were exhausted. Leaving, an empty shell remains.

So he saw the crowd in ragged clothes, kneeling under the stone steps and silently praying to him.

Most of them beseech the gods for their blessings, rain in times of drought, and the fertility of the soil.

While a small number of sentient beings babbled about the sufferings of life and various trivial daily routines.

It was nothing more than a trivial matter of losing money and falling, because they didn't expect that Song Cheng could really hear it, or that the god they prayed to was real.

So Song Cheng endured the endless loneliness, as if he could never see the end.

In the face of the sufferings of all beings, his heart is unwavering, even death is also indifferent.

For no reason, he came up with a bad thought, what does the life and death of these people have to do with him.

It is probably just a blink of an eye. Human beings are always so fragile and short-lived. Maybe there is no need to waste time?

Song Cheng numbly watched the thin girl kneeling in front of him change from a young girl to a mature young woman, and then from a young woman to an old woman. She came here to pray sincerely every year.

She was so pious that Song Cheng deeply remembered her appearance.

But when the little girl turned into a pile of loess, he still couldn't feel the slightest bit of sadness and reluctance, as if those emotions shouldn't exist.

At the same time, Song Cheng's own indifferent voice sounded in his mind, he bestowed the greatest generosity on the world long before all living beings.

That is, the gods bestowed death on human beings.

It is precisely because the gods cannot have it that death becomes precious.

It is the end of suffering and the beginning of all things.

It can belong to flowers, plants, trees, birds, insects, and animals, but it cannot be controlled by the gods.

Song Cheng was thinking numbly and cruelly, he felt that he was about to lose the last part of himself in this weird dream.

When the sun rose far in the east, he knew that their great Lord God had come.

He dies at dusk and is reborn at dawn, so he lives forever and ever.

Song Cheng felt the adoration and respect gushing out of his chest, which was so hot that it was about to burn the earth, and the river was steaming.

This kind of weird emotion dominated him, Song Cheng felt that he was about to be torn in two, and it was obvious that the human part was being devoured quickly.

Nightmare.

An incomparable nightmare.

Song Cheng wanted to wake up, but everything in the dream continued, maybe a year or ten years, time was just sand flowing through his fingertips.

Until one day, a handsome young man came under the stone steps.

Song Cheng ignored all this, he seemed so absent-minded, he just tried his best to tell himself who he was, where he came from and where he was going.

The young man just stared blankly at his face, if he had an exact face.

He neither kneels down like the common people, nor is he sincere like a prayer. He just stands there, even though his face is calm, but under the gaze of the eyes of God, all thoughts will have nowhere to hide.

So Song Cheng's godly half fell into scorching rage uncontrollably.

He felt deeply, sacrilegiously.

The youth's full of love was directly and clearly conveyed to him.

Song Cheng suddenly understood why the god was so angry, even he was shocked in place.

This young man who never said a word from the beginning to the end actually wanted to marry a god as his wife.

His wishful thinking and dirty thoughts made this proud god fall into a monstrous rage.

Killing the heart is only a moment, Song Cheng knew that he had this ability, and with a wave of his hand, this young man would be wiped out on the spot.

For some reason, he couldn't help shouting no, even though it was so weak and insignificant, the god hesitated because of his words.

So Song Cheng saw that young man whom he admired in his heart walked out of the temple safe and sound.

While he was horrified, he also felt chills all over his body. He tried hard to persuade himself that this was just a dream without logic, just a dream.

Song Cheng didn't dare to think about it, and even less dared to think about what the consequences of this move would be.

When he woke up, he forgot all about the absurd dream.

And the next night, the young man appeared in front of him again.Song Cheng knew that he was that lofty, indifferent god again.

He couldn't stop the continuation of the dream, he could only let it develop.

The young man came more and more frequently, and every time he came, he just stood quietly under the stone steps and watched the statue.

The color of his pupils was very light and bright, Song Cheng even felt that there was a sun in that man's eyes.

Later, he learned from others that the new king of the dynasty was about to be born.

On the day when the king came to the throne, the young man came to the stone steps wearing luxurious clothes.

Although he didn't open his mouth, both Song Cheng and the god knew that the person standing under the stone steps at this moment was the center of power of the new dynasty.

He became king, in such a short time.

At least Song Cheng couldn't feel the passage of time, and he didn't know how many years had passed, but the young man's face didn't change.

This time, the god once again heard the voice of the blasphemer.

He's going to be his husband, he's going to be an immortal god.

Song Cheng was truly shocked by his ambition, that man was so rational and organized that in his mouth, eternal life was just a fruit that could be easily obtained.

So he really heard the ridicule of the gods. People who prayed for eternal life in the past dynasties went on and on, but how many people got what they wanted.

No one took this rude king seriously, at least the gods sitting in the temple without exception.

They are arrogant and powerful, and they will never allow humans to want to belong to their throne.

Only Song Cheng felt something was wrong, and the slap in the face is usually the most painful and ruthless at this time.

The dynasty gradually became stronger in the hands of this young man, and he began to become the belief of the world, but the number of believers who went to the temple to worship was decreasing day by day.

Song Cheng sometimes did not see the people who came to pray for a whole day, and sometimes it was common for ten days and a half months.So he was forced to fall into a deep sleep, and his dazed state was worse than before.

And the Great King who became a Faith comes once a year, on his birthday.

His face finally changed, his outline became more mature and deep, and his eyes, which were as bright as the sun, gradually lost their light.

Time is a knife that cuts flesh, except for miracles that can be immortalized, no living thing can remain the same under its ravages.

The god was thinking like this, but when he touched the heart of the man, his muddled thoughts were awakened instantly.

It was a burning, earth-melting love so strong that the gods felt nakedly violated.

Those crazy, undisguised emotions turned into countless large transparent hands, they tried to touch the body, face and lips of the gods, and even more presumptuous movements...

Why did this happen, what happened, how dare a human being pretend to be a god!

Song Cheng blushed and resisted the urge to curse. He and the gods were one, and they felt each other's feelings.

I don't know if the world knows that the great king they admire has such a perverted idea under the well-dressed appearance.

Even if it was such an excessive thing, the gods still did not put this person to death.

Song Cheng was keenly aware of something, the god's attitude was changing, and he was even looking forward to his arrival.

Because only the coming of that person can drag him out of the chaos.

Song Cheng could feel the expectation of the gods, and also feel his compassion.

Because human beings will eventually grow old, death is walking towards him there without haste.

When the king came to the stone steps for the last time, he had changed from a strong youth to a gray-haired man with a bent back.

As usual every time, he raised his light-colored eyes and watched calmly.

But this time the god and his gaze collided in the air, and the man's strong love rushed towards him as always.

Song Cheng couldn't breathe a little, because of the sadness and sadness that flashed by the gods.

What this person has pursued all his life is a wish that can never be fulfilled.

The god was shaken, and he wanted to have a word with the man, which in his opinion was not a big deal.

God has always existed, and will not disappear for a certain person, nor will he suddenly appear for a certain person. He does not realize that his behavior has deviated from the track.

So at the moment when the person was about to turn around and leave, he passed the response to the past.

The god asked his name, although he already knew the name of the visitor, but he showed such arrogance and charity, as if it was a rare gift.

Song Cheng's heart moved. Although the gods knew it, he didn't know it. He just felt the same way.

He waited expectantly for that person's response. If he heard it, would he be able to trace it back, maybe... Maybe the person in his family knew this god?

The truth is about to surface, who is the god, and which country's dynasty in history is where he lives.

Everything around is so strange, Song Cheng has already ruled out China as an option.

He saw the man turn around, without the slightest surprise or even excitement on his face, as if he knew the god was there.

Always been there.

But he couldn't help showing a smile on his face, which can be said to be pampering, the first smile in history.

The god was stunned, and so was Song Cheng.

He was hit on the spot, and the familiar feeling was transmitted so clearly that it made his heart palpitate.

Song Cheng didn't even have time to think about where this feeling came from, when he heard that person's voice.

His voice didn't become sluggish because of his age, it was still calm and powerful.

He said, to you, I am just a little thief.

After a long silence, the god did not respond, nor did he speak again.

Only he himself understood what he had done.

He tried to steal a god's heart, to gain power, and they would meet again eventually, and then they would become husband and wife and even have children.

He called out the god's name, and Song Cheng just forgot all the syllables as soon as the sound sounded in his ear.

Song Cheng's heart sank, and he really couldn't hear it, or someone was interfering with his right to know, just like the time in the compound eye temple.

Says the old king, what you know now is not my real name.

The god felt the familiar offense again, only the god can have a real name, he is just a mere human being.

But the god didn't express his displeasure, and the man didn't speak again, he just took a deep look and turned away.

The moment he stepped out of the temple, Song Cheng knew that this seemingly indifferent god finally moved what he shouldn't, Fanxin.

The dream was so long, Song Cheng almost couldn't distinguish himself.

Later, some stories happened intermittently, still about that god.

After the death of the king, the temple resumed its former bustling activity, with an endless stream of believers who came to worship, and the god was in a sober and chaotic mood.

He began to look for that person's figure, or voice, or appearance in many people, but without exception, they were all different, and he felt an unprecedented disappointment.

When a god has the idea of ​​committing suicide, it is undoubtedly a disaster.

The first thing he felt was the believers who he often looked down upon. The land was dry and the crops died, and the sun was scorching.

They knelt before the gods and begged, sickness and death were two scythes hanging on the head, but the gods they believed in were indifferent to it.

Song Cheng was suffering a lot, he was about to suffocate with the oppressive and hopeless state of mind and the cries and pleadings of all living beings.

The god came to hate death, and death took the man away from him and kept him where he was.

Only then did he realize that God's gift was just a joke.

Song Cheng felt the corners of his eyes slightly wet, and the dream gradually began to become broken and messy.

The god is worshiped by thousands of people and his status gradually becomes lofty, and he also has a designated wife.

It was a tall and beautiful goddess, and she looked at the god with deep love in her eyes, even though the man was indifferent.

Many other characters flashed across the screen, most of them were revered gods, and Song Cheng didn't recognize any of them, all of them were unfamiliar faces.

When the dream gradually subsided intermittently into silence, Song Cheng's consciousness finally came together.

Someone gently kissed his eyelids, the movements were gentle.

"Old Zheng, I had a strange dream..."

Song Cheng rolled over and lay down on the man's body, his voice was exhausted and heartbroken.

He hadn't gotten out of that emotion yet, so that he looked cold and sad.

Zheng Yanxu held his waist firmly, and kept kissing his cool lips,

This slight contact made Song Chengpiao's heart in the cloud finally calm down. He buried his face in the man's chest, looking for a sense of reality.

"Maybe it was an unpleasant dream?" The man asked tentatively.

Song Cheng nodded and shook his head again, "No, this dream is quite beautiful, but...it's a pity."

It is a pity that the young man who promised to the god did not keep his promise, but the god believed it a little bit.

So in the end, all the expectations that had accumulated together disappeared in an instant.

"Hey, you said... can human beings become gods?" Song Cheng asked suddenly.

Zheng Yanxu was taken aback for a moment, and an inexplicable guilt flashed across his face: "Why do you ask like that?"

Song Cheng anxiously poked his chin and urged, "Aren't you a god? It's impossible that you don't know, right?!"

Zheng Yanxu held his hand, looked into the young man's clear eyes, and said softly:

"No."

It was a moat, and only those who crossed it knew how dangerous and unfathomable it was.

The source of the world never gave them a second choice, before and never will.

The man's eyes fell elsewhere, and suddenly dimmed as if he remembered something.