His name was Ning Su.
Shi Tianzhu said that this name meant “peaceful sleep”. It was like the dream of many players, and the hope of his parents.
Ning Su: “So, I don’t blame them.”
In the instance “Manman”, when he spoke similar words to Shi Tianzhu, it felt like he had reconciled with himself, his parents, and the world.
He felt particularly happy eating cake, and in his dreams, even zombies turned into sweet food.
For the first time, he thought that his parents might love him.
Just because he didn’t have parents when he was young didn’t mean they didn’t love him; it might have been a different kind of love.
Ning Changfeng couldn’t explain what he felt in his heart. Ning Su didn’t blame them; he should be happy.
However, he contradicted himself and didn’t want his son to accept this situation in this manner.
“If you knew, why didn’t you acknowledge us?”
Ning Su said, “My high school teacher once said that every second, a person changes. Just because you’re willing to have a child later doesn’t mean you want one now.”
Besides, the two of them were in this kind of relationship now.
Ning Su: “I don’t want to hold your feelings hostage, your choice, and even your child. It’s fine the way it is.”
Ning Changfeng was stunned; he had never thought that it was for this reason.
He wanted to smile, but he felt bittersweet in his heart.
Ning Su turned his head slightly. “If we acknowledged each other, I also don’t know how to get along with you.”
He had no successful experience of getting along with parents, let alone parents so young.
Ning Changfeng looked at his profile as he turned. The pale skin, the smooth lines, the high bridge of his nose, the more he looked, the more his liking increased and the more his heart felt soft.
He said to Ning Su, “I don’t know what your mother thinks, but I’m telling you seriously, I’m very happy. I really want you as my son, Ning Su. Your existence makes my life more complete. It seems like I could live longer with you here.”
Ning Su pursed his lips and lowered his eyelashes.
“I do, indeed, not know how to get along with you as father and son. After all, I’m only three or four years older than you.”
He said, “If we don’t know how to get along, we’ll be like before, getting along as brothers. You can still call me brother, and it won’t be any different throughout our lives.”
Blood relations couldn’t be deceived; there’s no need to be bound by societal expectations and demands regarding that title.
Although Ning Changfeng was sure he wanted to hear Ning Su call him ‘dad’ once.
Ning Su remained silent, and the room fell quiet.
After a while, Ning Changfeng opened his mouth and asked, “In the teahouse, when you said to let you cut off my head, was it just an excuse for me to transplant the sacred flower first?”
Through their recent conversation, he had gained a better understanding of Ning Su.
His son, on the surface, seemed lazy and careless, but in reality, he was perceptive and considerate.
Ning Changfeng felt confident, thinking that Ning Su didn’t want to operate on his father, so he claimed that their strengths were nearly equal. He suggested that in a fight, they would both be injured, and he proposed using his head worth one billion points as a trade, with the intention of covering up his consideration.
Ning Su pretended to be confused. “Huh?”
Ning Changfeng laughed and said, “In the teahouse, you mentioned cutting off my head. After transplanting a sacred flower for the first time, you brought up cutting off my head again. You even said it in the great hall and during lunch. Haven’t your high school teachers ever told you that someone repeatedly emphasizing something is a sign of guilt or self-suggestion?”
“Just like the more someone lacks something, the more they show off what they have.”
He looked at Ning Su and said, “If you really wanted to do it, you’d have acted like you did with Dai Dong, strangling his neck and throwing him into the lake, instead of repeating this joke.”
Ning Su: “...”
“When I can’t afford to eat, I will give it a try. For me, food and points are always a top priority.”
Ning Changfeng chuckled softly, looking particularly happy.
He reached out his hand to Ning Su, “Little brother.”
Ning Su stared at his strong and slender hand for a long time, then shook it. Just like when high school boys finished playing basketball, they’d give a slap on the back.
Ning Changfeng said, “Let’s leave this place together.”
Ning Su replied, “Yes.”
Both of them descended the stairs lightly.
Ning Changfeng said, “Little brother, I apologize for kicking your sacred flower cage last time.”
“Yes,” Ning Su said, “You must respect my faith, respect my sacred flower.”
Ning Changfeng noticed the dark veins on Ning Su’s neck and asked, “What happened to your body?”
“Ah,” Ning Su said indifferently, “In the world where I was, there was a zombie outbreak, and I became a somewhat special zombie.”
After saying this, he saw Ning Changfeng had his hand on his chin and asked, “You had three heads chopped off by someone. Do you still have six left?”
Ning Changfeng: “...”
For some reason, Ning Su’s eager look didn’t seem like he had no intention of chopping off his heads.
Could it be that he had miscalculated?
“No, I still have nine,” he said, “I told you, it’s not a matter of chopping one off and having one less. It’s about chopping them all together to kill me. As long as I have one head left, I can’t die, and I can fully recover.”
Ning Su widened his eyes in amazement. “With that many resources, isn’t it alright to chop off your head?”
Ning Changfeng: “...”
Ning Su shook his head. “Isn’t that deceiving President Shi?”
Ning Changfeng felt a bit uncomfortable and said bitterly, “You really care about Shi Tianzhu. Last time in the base’s riverbed, you kicked me to help her. That was a bit biased, don’t you think?”
Ning Su’s zombie-like face slumped. “I’m just afraid you might regret it later. How many cremation grounds will we need?” (T/N: It’s like referencing to the expression wife chasing crematorium, which is like husbands chasing after their wives after they did something bad.)
Ning Changfeng: “What cremation grounds?”
Ning Su’s face showed a faint look of disdain. “Wife-chasing cremation grounds, haven’t you read novels?”
Ning Changfeng: “...”
As the two came down from upstairs, a group of players surrounded them.
Truly the top-ranked player in the game base, he came down on the same day the sacred flower was transplanted into him.
The day was getting darker.
Ning Su sat on the bed, suddenly feeling particularly relaxed. Maybe it was because of his conversation with Ning Changfeng, or maybe it was because of Zhu Shuangshuang’s successful departure from this instance.
He had no more worries.
From now on, all he needed to do was take care of the sacred flower in him.
Su Wangsheng also seemed very relaxed and happy, lying on the bed with his legs crossed.
Ning Su was the same, sitting on the bed, drawing and humming the hymn of the gods.
Ning Su smiled.
In this dark and damp, purgatory-like great hall, it seemed that something bright and tenacious was growing.
As the night grew darker, the great hall echoed with screams.
After a heartbreaking scream, they climbed onto the bed and went to sleep.
So, as the sacred flowers grew, the damage to the human body deepened, and the pain continued to intensify.
But they all persevered stubbornly.
One night, after the sacred flowers had been active, Hua Feng couldn’t get up, and Ning Su reached out to help him but also fell down.
Su Wangsheng tried to pull Ning Su, but his sacred flower had grown in a strange way, all on his left side, making his posture unstable, and he fell down as soon as he tried to lift his foot.
“...”
Fang Qi simply sat down as well.
Su Wangsheng pulled his hand to look at it. “The sacred flower has grown all the way to your fingers.”
Fang Qi poked his arm. “Why is everything growing on the left side? Is there something wrong on the right side?”
Hua Feng touched Ning Su’s forehead. “It feels like there’s something like cinnabar here.”
Ning Su closed his eyes slightly and placed his fingers on his palm. “Is there still blood inside?”
When Ning Changfeng returned with a wet towel, he saw four boys sitting together, supporting each other.
Above their heads was a silver lamp holder, with dim candlelight that couldn’t hide their pale faces, and it accentuated their exhaustion.
They touched each other’s hands and faces, which were covered with various prominent blood vessels, and their pale and sickly faces revealed weak smiles.
Ning Changfeng used props to capture this scene.
The number of attendants in the temple was dwindling.
After this difficult night, the white-robed people came to take another person away in the morning.
It was Dai Dong.
He didn’t fail to support the sacred flower’s growth; rather, the sacred flower withered within him, just like Meng Linjia.
Before this, the white-robed people tried various methods to stimulate him, but he showed no emotional response.
He had long lost the will to live.
Ning Su sat on the bed and watched as the white-robed people carried him out, much like they did with Meng Linjia.
Dai Dong’s face was filled with despair, and his eyes had no focus.
Meng Linjia could at least cast a final glimmer of light in her eyes on his boyfriend’s lifeless body, but Dai Dong couldn’t.
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