Chapter 37 - Those who leave, couldn’t be chased. (1/2)
It look a long time for Lin Mu to wake up from his trance caused by that long, yet short, memory.
He looked around the room and found that Di Xiu had closed the album and placed it back where it was. He was embracing the fruit, pressing his head against it, immersed in the little yellow light.
It seemed like he had no intention of using this fruit to heal himself.
Lin Mu didn’t bother his father. He didn’t know what happened after that peaceful and sweet moment in the memory, but comparing the vibrant and bright beauty in the memory just now with his mother who always spoke gently and peacefully, and also carried some pain, Lin Mu felt that what happened must have been very bad.
He got up and quietly left the room.
Lin Mu closed the door, and Di Xiu, who was lying on the black fruit in his embrace nudged it slightly. The night breeze blew in from the window, bringing with the sound of a cry.
The room he prepared for his father probably wouldn’t work.
Lin Mu really didn’t expect that Dad would come in such a shape. It would be a little too lonely to leave him alone in his mother’s bedroom.
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After all, just the size of the bed alone was enough for the little wooden man to run around in circles and exercise.
As Lin Mu thought, he walked downstairs and wondered what to prepare for his father.
As a result, as soon as he went downstairs, he saw Milky lying in a dog bed, and a white, tender and plump ginseng pressed under his paw.
The Ginseng laid under his paws and pretended to be dead. Even the bunch of red ginseng seeds drooped down, looking extremely pitiful.
Milky laid there, with his head down, and occasionally nudged the drooping Ginseng.
Lin Mu looked closely, and realised that the Ginseng was Lin Ginseng, the little tattletale.
It was probably because he had realised that Lin Mu had arrived, so the Ginseng that was pretending to be dead suddenly struggled, and whined to Lin Mu, “Lin Mu, Lin Mu! Milky’s bad! Milky bullied me.”
Milky raised his head and looked at Lin Mu, and his paws didn’t loosen at all.
Lin Mu looked at the little Ginseng, then looked at the well-behaved Milky Yan Xuanjing. And under their gaze, he lifted his feet and mercilessly stepped over the struggling little Ginseng and turned towards the storeroom to search for something.
Let the little tattletale and Milky harm each other.
When the two of them fight, what did it have to do with him, this innocent little sapling that always unintentionally got involved?
Lin Mu thought so, and rummaging for tools. He took out a lot of tools and some graphite pens, then went to the yard to turn on the lights.
The entire small courtyard turned as bright as day.
Lin Mu picked up some scraps from the pile of building materials in the yard, and prepared to make a small bed for his father.
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He knew woodworking, and the one who had taught him was his mother.
The first work that they had collaborated on was the swing in the yard. Over the years, apart from the paint coming off and the rope breaking twice, it was still going strong.
From the perspective of ordinary people, his mother was indeed an extremely awesome person.
It was as if she could do anything — and if she met something she didn’t know how to, she would go online to learn, and after learning, she would know how to do it.
It’s just that Lin Mu was a precocious little child, and after seeing his mother work hard once or twice, he took the initiative to learn. Afterwards, his mother handed over all the things that had to be done at home to him.
Thinking about it this way, his mother had never shown any unusual reactions when his mind and strength were very different from other children.
She seemed to take all of it for granted, and his mother even always praised him.
In Lin Mu’s memories, his mother always liked to call him ‘Mum’s Little Lucky Star’, and other similar nicknames.
In the past, Lin Mu had never felt that he was his mother’s lucky star. If he was his mother’s lucky star, then his mother wouldn’t have fallen ill after giving birth to him. Not only did her body become weakened, but her light also extinguished and she returned to the land.
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After seeing that memory, he probably understood some parts.
It’s just that Lin Mu couldn’t really understand his mother’s feelings.
— She obviously could have chosen not to give birth to him.
Lin Mu looked down and drew a line on the wood, took a deep breath, then picked up a saw to follow along that line.
Yan Gui listened to what he said and also felt at ease, “as long you as you know what you’re doing.”
Di Wu let out puffs of smoke for quite some time, and asked Yan Gui, “did something happen in the Great Wilderness recently?”
He thought about it from a different direction, and if he was Lin Mu, he would just feel like he had been made a fool of — even if he did protect Lin Mu afterwards, this matter still wasn’t done in a proper manner.
After all, before he knew about Lin Mu’s blood, he didn’t really respect this half-monster.
And only felt that since he wasn’t staying for long, playing two roles wouldn’t have mattered.
Yan Xuanjing reflected for a bit, and felt that from Lin Mu’s perspective, this really wasn’t proper
Yan Xuanjing walked into the yard with a struggling little Ginseng in his mouth, glanced at Lin Mu who was working hard, and realised that he couldn’t help much with this matter. So, he simply laid on the steps, maneuvered the ginseng, and silently accompanied the busy half-demon under the night light.
For non-humans like them, not sleeping for a few days wasn’t a problem.
Lin Mu made a smaller version of the big bed in his mother’s room, covered it with paint, and aired it in a cool and ventilated place.
He put down his tools, took off his gloves and went into the house again to get a new set of items, placed it on the doorstep and sat down beside Milky.
Yan Xuanjing thought that Lin Mu wouldn’t come out after he had entered the house. When he realised that Lin Mu and sat down beside him, he turned his head, a little surprised.
Lin Mu took out a needle, felt Yan Xuanjing’s gaze on him, and turned to look at him.
“What’s the matter?”
Yan Xuanjing pushed away the little Ginseng, watched as he ran away into the ground, and turned to look at the big bag of fur that Lin Mu had brought out.
These were all combed from him before.
The nine-tailed fox pondered for a moment, and asked, “do you still need more fur?”
“No need.” Lin Mu shook his head, took a few lumps of fur out of the bag and combed them. Then, as if he had thought of something, he asked, “when you lose fur like this, do you lose hair in human form?”
Yan Xuanjing replied quite simply, “no loss.”
“Oh, that’s good.” Lin Mu said.
It seemed that most human males would show their bright foreheads when they turned middle age.
But that didn’t matter, he was no longer a human; he’s a half-monster.
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There shouldn’t be anymore worry about balding.
Lin Mu raised his hand to touch his hair, and realised that the little seedling had popped up when he hadn’t noticed.
“What are you doing? Not accompanying Elder Di Xiu?” Yan Xuanjing asked.