Li Shuoxing was a little surprised to hear that request in the morning, but he readily agreed. After washing up and eating breakfast, he sat in front of his computer and began preparing to tell a story.
He asked Su Mingqian, âWhat kind of story do you want to hear?â
Su Mingqian: âA very short story between Cunxing and Su Mingqian that can be told in a few sentences.â
Li Shuoxing understood. âA short segment, right? Let me think. Iâll tell a short story about saving money after Cunxing handed over his treasury to Su Mingqian.â
The short story was really short. It was told in a few words.
But it was very interesting. Su Mingqian listened with great interest, writing rapidly as he listened to him, recording the story.
When Li Shuoxing was done, Su Mingqian continued to make more requests. This time, he went a step further, specifying a theme. âXimu, go on. This time I want a sweet story.â
Li Shuoxing: âThen, letâs tell a story about Su Mingqian and Cunxing taking a bath together.â
Su Mingqian continued to listen.
Li Shuoxingâs voice was very clear, slightly magnetic, and full of heartfelt emotions as he told the story. It easily drew people into the story, so they could experience the main charactersâ happiness, anger, sadness and joy.
Su Mingqian was fascinated. He unconsciously turned on the recording software on the computer and recorded Li Shuoxingâs voice. When Li Shuoxing finished the story, he then suggested, âI want a story thatâs a bit abusive.â
Li Shuoxing then continued, âThen Iâll tell a story about Su Mingqian and Cunxingâs temporary separation.â
He spoke three times.
Su Mingqian also manipulated the computer again.
After using the audio recording function, he again couldnât help but turn on the video camera function. Not only was storyteller Li Shuoxingâs voice intoxicating, but his expressions were also captivating.
Su Mingqian recorded it all, and he even felt a trace of regret while doing so.
If only Iâd thought of video recording him when he told the story of the little boy and the star magician; then, I would have been able to recall that scene from time to time.
Ximu at that timeâŠ
A bittersweet feeling crossed Su Mingqianâs mind.
Was the best.
He made one final request. âXimu, letâs have a bittersweet short story, okay?â
Su Mingqian did all the above behaviour very stealthily. His movements were very small and wouldnât alert anyone, and he took particular care not to alert Li Shuoxing.
Bu, as usual, the gameâs narration exposed everything.
Li Shuoxing spoke for a while, and then saw two lines of narration.
[Su Mingqian turns on the recording device.]
[Su Mingqian records the playerâs voice.]
He spoke for another while, and then saw two more lines of narration.
[Su Mingqian turns on the camera.]
[Su Mingqian takes a video of the player.]
He felt happy.
Isnât this what I used to do to the cub? Is it the cubâs turn to do it to me now?
But Li Shuoxing wasnât a shy cub. He wasnât shy or angry at all about it.
He even quietly adjusted his posture to fully show his more attractive and handsome side to his cub, and thought to himself:
I have the cubâs video and audio, and the cub has my video and audio. We both have each other.
This way, my cub has no position to steal my winter food, and Iâll be able to put these things out in the open and taste them from time to time in front of the cub!
***
In just fifteen minutes in the early morning, Su Mingqian had already gotten four short stories from Li Shuoxing.
There were specialities in the field of art. In terms of storytelling, Ximu was great, telling stories fast and well.
He wasnât satisfied yet, but resisted the urge and thoughtfully asked Li Shuoxing to start writing. He went back to the game and started positioning Xingxing and Qianqian for photos so he could realise his idea from yesterday: matching pictures with story to make a comic strip.
At 9:00am, Su Mingqian uploaded the first funny comic strip.
At 10:00am, Su Mingqian uploaded the second sweet comic strip.
At 11:00am⊠until 12:00pm.
Su Mingqian finished creating the four stories and uploaded them one by one.
The fans who were following the tag were shocked.
âMadam <sup>1</sup> ć€Șć€Ș [tĂ i tai] can be used to refer to someone (presumably female) who has great skill in writing or drawing or other areas. , what a treasure on this earth, my goddess!â
âMadam madam how productive! Tearfully heart.â
âMadamâs style of writing is so original. I felt like I was reading Eunuchâs original article when I was reading it lol. Thumbs up, awesome.â
Su Mingqian went through the comments and popularity and watched them both soar up. After he saw that the weekly list was no longer a problem, he breathed a long sigh of relief and put his mind at ease.
It should be noticed with this kind of popularity.
When Su Mingqian settled down, he looked at the cluster of praises in the comments and was a bit cautious.
After all, he had cheated, getting Ximu involved.
But he felt a little sweetness at the same time, like popping candy jumping in his heart.
After all, Ximu was involved.
Su Mingqian closed the webpage and went back to the app.
He felt a little tired from working all morning, so he decided to take a break before lunch. During this break, he picked up the two dolls he had been playing with all morning and looked at them. He suddenly had a new ideaâŠ
***
One morning passed.
This morning, apart from asking him to tell short stories at an early time, Su Mingqian stayed in the game and didnât come out.
What happened to the cub?
Why wonât the cub come out?
Does the cub no longer love me?
Li Shuoxing felt a little lonely.
That loneliness made him enter the game ten minutes earlier than usual. There, he saw Su Mingqian tenderly cover Qianqian and Xingxing, who were lying side by side, with a small pillowcase.
âŠHuh?
Li Shuoxing had a hunch that something was wrong.
He naturally opened the system narration and studied it.
Todayâs system narration was very long. Li Shuoxing took a brief look at it. The first part was about how Su Mingqian rehearsed the story with the two little people; until twelve oâclock, when the narrationâs writing style suddenly changed and became:
[Su Mingqian takes off Xingxingâs and Qianqianâs clothes.]
[Su Mingqian places the naked dolls side by side.]
[Su Mingqian gazes at them for a long time.]
[Su Mingqian raises his handâŠ]
Li Shuoxing: â?!â
Words were powerful. Li Shuoxing felt something from them.
His mind was highly concentrated, and looking on, he sawâ
[Su Mingqian stops for a long time.]
[Su Mingqian picks up a set of couple pyjamas.]
[Su Mingqian puts the pyjamas on Qianqian and Xingxing.]
Li Shuoxing: ââŠâ
His tense spirit leaked out oil and slowly relaxed.
Sure enough, is there too much yellow waste in my head? The cub canât possibly think about thatâŠ
Li Shuoxing slowly erased the bright colours from his mind. He continued to read.
[Su Mingqian places Xingxing and Qianqian on top of each other.]
[Su Mingqian makes Qianqian kiss Xingxing.]
[Su Mingqian makes Xingxing hug Qianqian and kiss its earlobe.]
[Su Mingqian makes Xingxing get off Qianqian, covers them with a small pillowcase, and makes Qianqian rest safely in Xingxingâs arms.]
His heart that had been thrown into the sink for cleaning fell into the pool of paint again.
Li Shuoxing was wavering again.
They overlapped; they kissed; they hugged; they rested.
Is it the waste in my mind continuing to work, making me have successive illusions?
But, why do they need a series of�
Li Shuoxing couldnât help but become paranoid, and paced back and forth between the pool with paint and the pool with clean water. Finally, he regretfully gave up on the paint pool and chose the clean water pool. He admonished himself:
Li Shuoxing, you should be purer. You canât treat the cub as an old driver <sup>2</sup> èćžæș [lÇo sÄ« jÄ«] may refer to someone who is dirty-minded. just because youâve been exposed to too much old driver stuff.
The cub is a pure cub!
Heâs just playing with dolls⊠right?
Li Shuoxing managed to persuade himself to pretend that he didnât see this and just let it be.
However, there really were quite a lot of things wrong with Su Mingqian these past two days, and Li Shuoxing was still keeping an eye out.
He quietly watched Su Mingqian, and noticed that towards the end of the night, the person who had been in a good mood started frequently looking at a webpage and became depressed for some reason.
He paid attention to the narration in time and found that what the narration recorded for when that happened was:
[Su Mingqian pays attention to Lofter.]
[Su Mingqian uses Lofter.]
[Su Mingqian pays attention to Weibo.]
[Su Mingqian uses Weibo.]
Words like that had popped up quite often in the system narration these two days.
Li Shuoxing observed a couple of times, but didnât see anything, so passed over them without mention.
Time went on.
Su Mingqian seemed to have returned to his normal self, no longer surfing the internet. He only paid attention to Li Shuoxingâs writing progress while reading, accompanied Li Shuoxing after dinner to go out for some exercise, and urged Li Shuoxing to go to bed on time at eleven in the evening.
Everything was fine, and Li Shuoxing slept soundly.
But, a force seemed to wake him up in the darkness as he slept. He blankly blinked, dazedly touched his phone, instinctively entered the game, and took a look.
The sky looked spooky.
A small light at the foot of the wall brightened a spot.
The floor-to-ceiling window at night was a tall and large dark mirror, which had the faint reflection of a small shadow moving back and forth; the gold jacquard red velvet carpet was like a magnificent dance floor, the soft and long fabric on it all going to be ran over by the dancing little personâs feet.
Dancing⊠little⊠person?
Li Shuoxingâs head was a bit slow.
He stared at the screen and saw Qianqian wearing a small suit, against a small video in front of the mirror, seriously dancing to the exercise dance that had recently become very popular on the internet.
âŠ
Has the doll become intelligent?
âŠ
Why is it Qianqian whoâs become intelligent, not Xingxing?
Li Shuoxing thought confusedly.
He slid the screen, looking back and forth for Su Mingqianâs figure, but he had searched all over the place and still couldnât find his cub.
So, the screen returned to Qianqianâs location.
Li Shuoxingâs eyes were on the little person. He saw the doll raising its hands, lifting its legs, and twisting its waist in front of the mirror. Although it stumbled a bit, it was trying very hard to finish a dance song.
After it finished the dance, the doll let out a very real sigh, wearily wiped its face with a towel, turned off the exercise dance video, and walked to a small chair nearby to sit down.
As the screen turned, Li Shuoxing just discovered that not only was Qianqian here, but also Xingxing.
It had also changed into a small suit similar to Qianqianâs, and was sitting comfortably on another small chair, facing the direction where Qianqian had just danced, as if it was enjoying Qianqianâs dance.
At that moment, a small hand extended from the side and turned Xingxingâs face around halfway.
The two little dollsâ faces met.
After they briefly looked at each other, Qianqian, who had just sat down to rest, suddenly stood up again.
It came to Xingxing, gave a slight bow, then picked Xingxing up and went to the centre of the dance floor again.
It encircled around Xingxingâs waist, and also moved Xingxingâs hands so that theyâd encircle its waist.
A melodious piece of music began to play.
In the warm yellow light, it took its first step.
They danced on the dance floor.
Li Shuoxing still felt drowsy.
But instinct drove him.
He calmly got up from the bed, calmly entered the game through the helmet, calmly selected Xingxingâs body in the entry screen, and finally, very calmly leaned on Qianqianâs body, let Qianqian hold him, and finished the waltz.
The dance ended and the music stopped.
Su Mingqian buried his face in Li Shuoxingâs neck.
It was as light as the mountain breeze and clear spring, but the end of that lightness vaguely had a trace of a deep and rich aroma, mingling densely around his body.
Su Mingqian leaned close to him, and whispered as he bit his ear, âI want you toâŠâ
***
In the sweet time, the system automatically recorded and calculated.
[Calculation of the feasibility of telling the truthâŠ]
[Calculation of the probability of recovering consciousnessâŠ]
[âŠ]
[Calculation results.]
[The final recovery plan can be executed.]
1
ć€Șć€Ș [tĂ i tai] can be used to refer to someone (presumably female) who has great skill in writing or drawing or other areas. 2
èćžæș [lÇo sÄ« jÄ«] may refer to someone who is dirty-minded.