This is definitely not rebirth

The two of them ate the spicy potion, even though the chrysanthemum had been eaten with boiled water, they still had snot and tears, so sad.On the other hand, Yan still had that paralyzed face. If it wasn't for the thin layer of sweat coming out of his nose, he would really suspect that this friend was holding the original nutritional supplement in his hand, rather than this stupid spicy taste... Thinking of the situation in the toilet tomorrow morning, He couldn't help but tighten his chrysanthemum - err, friend, you have been spoiled by your child bride-in-law.

Chrysanthemum was crying while discussing the situation of the lunch box. Since the spiritual power of the lunch box was always weird, she couldn't talk about it in detail, and she heard someone slurring nonsense throughout the process.

In the end, Yan was not as ruthless as the small lunch box. After eating a tube of nutritional supplements, he let him go, and watched his friend rush away as if he had been pardoned. Yan returned to sit beside the treatment cabin.

After a long while, Yan raised his hand and lightly touched the earring, summoned his personal optical brain, quickly wrote a leave note, and sent it to his teacher.This is another time off from his mother's funeral, for the sake of the child.Touching the transparent cover of the treatment cabin with his hand, his knuckles were covered with a light blue halo. Yan secretly prayed for the child's well-being. As for whether the mental power will recover, this is not within the scope of his worries.

But the lunch box in the treatment cabin was a dream of N+ years ago, when he was not alive... yah, he was still in the colony. He knew it was a dream, because these situations were faulty, jumping out randomly without logic screen.He dreamed of his brother, and the scene where his mother Ke Ke beat him hard, and then those comrades who died one after another, one cruel war after another.

Then he saw Wu Xipi, and he thought, probably because he has been going to the city center recently, and he has seen too much of the statue in the God of War Park, so Wu Xipi's image is very clear, and the details are all meticulous and lifelike.Then he discovered that this Wu Xipi had been appearing by his side all the time, it seemed that apart from going to the toilet and sleeping, this Wu Xipi was almost like a ghost behind him.

He was a little skeptical, because of such closeness, people mistakenly believed that it was Wu Xipi who caused the explosion.

Whether it's a noisy celebration banquet, a noisy farewell banquet, or a noisy ordinary dinner, that guy is always by his side, but he doesn't like to make noise, so he just stays quietly. Completely ignore it.

Now that I think about it, it's really torture to have such a quiet person work under my subordinates. The lunch box feels a little sympathetic to Wu Xipi, but considering that the current God of War is Wu Xipi, I think this guy has come to the end of all his hardships, right?Although honors and such are for the blessings of the descendants, and are completely useless to the dead, but at least... hahaha, the descendants can enjoy it.

The dream was long and chaotic, but in the end there was a moment of waking up, so the lunch box opened his eyes and saw Lan Yangyang's nutrient solution—huh? !

After the lunch box wakes up, the treatment cabin senses immediately, and after the diagnosis, it sends out a prompt, automatically discharges the nutrient solution, rinses the patient, and then releases the patient.The lunch box was drenched with water, his nose and mouth were soaked with water, he took a long while before he was carried out of the treatment cabin, he cursed and wiped off the water from his eyelids, and stared into a pair of worried and caring eyes.

"Yan?"

"You were in a bad situation yesterday and then passed out." Yan wiped the child's wet hair and body while explaining, then picked up the fluffy nightgown and put it on the child: "Do you have anything to say to me?"

To put it bluntly, when the lunch box was not grown up N+ years ago, maybe it should be said that it was a naughty child after being born out of its mother's womb.When his mother picked up a stick and beat him with the Shaolin stick method, he never gave in, but now that he had a look at this pair of strange eyes, he didn't know what to do, as if he was hanging on a cliff, trembling in the wind floating in the air.

Am I sick?Absolutely, it must be cured.

While thinking about it, the child forcefully squeezed out a little tear to decorate the eyes, and used the trick of showing cuteness that came from penance, staring innocently and pitifully at the frost-covered inkstone, and said in a trembling voice: "Brother, my friend have no idea."

As soon as this move was made, Yan suddenly felt that the truth didn't matter anymore, as long as people were fine... It was soft and moist, like a mochi, so cute.

After the alarm was lifted, the lunch box heaved a sigh of relief, and began to pay attention to other issues: "Brother, I seem to be... a little out of place."

"Well, your mental strength has weakened. Chrysanthemum said that she doesn't know when it will recover. Do you want to go to a big hospital for an examination?" Considering the child's special genes, Yan decided to ask the child first. At the age of three, there is no need to worry about his thoughts.

Lunch box also thought of this level, he didn't want to be a white mouse or a frog, put it on the dissecting table and take it apart, whoever loves it, he said: "No."

"Well, I've already passed you the leave note, you rest, and I'll make you some porridge."

The lunch box took the boy's knuckle-boned hand, and said deeply: "You might as well just throw me into the pot."

"... Take nutritional supplements."

"I'll do it." The lunch box dismissed Yan's theory of rest, and ran to cook alone. No matter how intense his training was before, wouldn't he have to cook and take care of the baby when he returned home?It's hard to say whether it's luck or misfortune for a woman whose strength is beyond the charts and unfortunately joins the dark culinary world. Under the suppression of powerful force, those dishes that are comparable to poison will be stuffed.

He contributed a lot to those younger brothers of his who were able to grow up. After all, he raised them all. Now that they are a little weak, how difficult is it to make a meal?There are many cases of cooking and bringing children with broken hands and feet.

So the lunch box wearing a nightdress picked up the pedals and ran to cook. After standing still for a while, Yan could only go to help chop vegetables.After all, children can no longer let the kitchen knife cut vegetables automatically, and they have much more time to cook. Although the vegetables he cuts are a bit abstract, they are better than nothing, right?

Of course, the lunch box won't say that Yan is not helping, he really doesn't want to hurt Yan, just like before when his younger brother caught an inedible worm and threw it into the pot, he couldn't bear to scold him...Of course, he forgot At that time, he just beat his younger brother affectionately. When his mother came home that night, she pointed at the baby and asked, "Whose kid is this?"

After a meal is done, the knife skills are a bit abstract, but the overall taste is still normal.

While eating quietly, Yan suddenly broke his usual refrain from eating and sleeping, and said, "I like your cooking."

The lunch box bit the chopsticks and raised its small face, expressing doubts: "Eat more if you like it."

"...you will continue to make it for me in the future." Yan said again, and then continued to eat.

The lunch box nodded, and continued to eat rice, then he paused, thought and thought, thought and thought... Then he understood, this kid is beating around the bush to show he cares about him?Shit, what kind of a nine-turn ileum is this.

The lunch box looks at the sky at 45 degrees brightly and sadly. Let’s just say, it’s nice that someone cares, but can we not guess the riddle?

After eating, put the bowls in the dishwasher, look at the inkstone in the lunch box, don't know what to do, usually he will climb into the game room, but now he can't leave the inkstone.

"Uh, let's go for a walk to digest food." Lunch box said.

Yan thinks about it, usually he is doing high-intensity training, and there is no need to consume this little meal. He is not used to not having training today, and being able to go for a walk is considered a little exercise, so he nodded: "Okay."

The lunch box frantically ran to change clothes, but Yan handed him a bright and bright little mermaid outfit. The veins on the top of the lunch box cost nothing. He picked it up and dropped it neatly: "Your sister's Little Mermaid outfit, What a waste of food to wear him!"

Ten minutes later, a cute kid with blue eyes and brown hair was wearing a little mermaid costume, spit on the ground with a dead face, and slapped the ground with his legs in emerald green fishtails to vent his anger.

Yan thought for a while, then handed over two goldfish ball hairpins, and took the lunch box numbly, and the brown hair automatically squeezed into two balls, which he easily tied up, and was ready to go out.Yan short body hugged him into his arms, the movements were done in one go, how logical it was.

The lasagna in the lunch box burst into tears, wishing to kill this guy with a fish tail, but he couldn't do it, so he could only hug him out and show up.

Yan was holding the child, and a pair of goldfish hair dumplings was in front of him, and he found his liver was shaking... so cute.The bad emotions caused by the child's accident that lasted from yesterday to the present all faded away, and he went out holding the soft and fragrant little mermaid in a good mood, although the expression of the mermaid was a bit close to mourning.

It's class time, and the campus is quiet and empty, which is a good time for a tryst.

Yan hugged the lunch box, and occasionally saw a faculty member drifting by on a walker. Due to their well-designed looks, the two of them had a high rate of turning heads. Along the way, the lunch box wanted to poke their eyes blind, but he No, so I can only continue to exert mental blows by picking my nose and scratching my hips. Occasionally, some people will rush to the street, occasionally some will hit a tree, and occasionally some will drop their jaws.

Yanyou noticed the bad taste of the lunch box, he just thought the child was very cute, and he was very glad that the injury did not reduce the child's aura, look, he was still so clever.

If Chrysanthemum saw this sentence in her head, she would hug her head and roll all over the floor, roaring heart-rendingly: Fellow Daoist!You are a symptom of madness!

Walking and walking, I came to a place inaccessible, where the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and the trees are shady. It is a good place for field battles.

The lunch box wondered if they could find some unspeakable deeds in broad daylight, but they met a beast.

The burly man in front of him lined up, and Long Wen, who looked at people with his hands and legs apart, raised his jaw and pointed his nostrils in the middle, if this was not about to be staged as a play of dandies bullying common people, he didn't believe in love anymore.

Yan stopped in his tracks, immediately protected the child, and quietly thought of a way to get out of the body. His finger touched the earring, but there was no reaction at all. He immediately realized that the other party had set up some interference equipment, which made his portable optical brain useless.

"Hmph, bastard, do you think I'll give you a chance? It's better for you to come out than for me to go into the dormitory. If you cooperate obediently, I'll let that brat go." Long Wen sneered, his sinister eyes flicked back and forth on one big and one small. Sweeping, it looks like the pleasure of overdrafting revenge and revenge in advance.

Let go of the child, this is a very tempting condition, Yan almost agrees until the child jumps up and the tail is lifted up.

"Bitch, you think we are fools, will you let me go? Just ask your swollen half ball and you'll know it's impossible!"

"You!" Long Wen wanted to tear off the child's mouth, yes, he never intended to let the child go, especially after he knew that the child was the child bride of that bastard, and after the other party had offended him so much.For a child of a big family with status, there was really no pressure to kill a half-breed child who had no status background, and could even be said to be inferior to half an ordinary citizen.Originally, he wanted to cheat and save some time, but the child is really hateful, he has never been a person who knows how to tolerate, so he immediately broke his merits: "You are right, little bastard, you know how disgusting you are."

"Hey, I'm not offensive." Lunchbox closed his eyes, innocent and stupid: "I'm loved by everyone, and if I'm not human, it doesn't matter."

"You!" Long Wen was so angry that he almost spat out a mouthful of old blood. He used to think of this child as a mere annoyance, but now it seems that those things before were completely intentional, this hateful brat!The more he thought about it, the more embarrassing he became, Long Wen felt that this inkstone was not pleasing to the eye. He was compared everywhere in school before, but he was still the weaker side. This has already been used as a laughing stock by those lowly elder brothers in the family.His identity as a mixed race was actually compared with a bastard of different races?It's really cheap, he always wanted this bastard to disappear, but he couldn't find a chance. Now it's better to have this child: "Catch it, it doesn't matter if you get killed or injured, especially that child, if you catch it, break your limbs first!"

A few people flashed out from behind, surrounded by one big and one small, as if it was a terrible situation.