He Actually Believed That Nonsense
Wuma Xiu looked at the pile of words, picked up a few at random, and glanced at them.
Now that night has fallen, the room of the four elders is extremely quiet, with only the occasional slight rustling sound.
He sat down in his room and laid the cards out one by one on the table.
Wuma Xiu lowered his eyes, looking at each of the photos one by one, gradually piecing together words, mostly things like "missing you," "regret," "wife," "loss," and "brother."
How do you spell this?
Wuma Xiu tried several different arrangements, but the more he spelled them out, the more something felt off. The words mixed together, no matter how they were arranged, gave off an inexplicable strangeness.
He flipped the cards over and over, and it took him a long time to manage to string together a coherent sentence.
These words caused Wuma Xiu to frown, thinking to himself:
Could it be that Zhangsun Yan means this? Regretting having befriended me back then, causing him to lose his wife? But what does it matter to me if he doesn't have a wife?
I was a victim in that That Matter back then.
Shouldn't we blame him?
Wuma Xiu was pondering this, his fingertips touched another card. He flipped it over and saw that it was a card with a heart drawn on it.
The heart was drawn large and red, making it exceptionally eye-catching.
Wuma Xiu stared at the heart for two seconds.
Could it be that she has someone she likes? But she shouldn't be showing off her love in front of him.
But he also understood that love is always such a mysterious thing.
Wuma Xiu flipped over the last card, and this one didn't have a single character on it.
His name and Zhangsun Yan's name were written on it.
The two names were separated by a short distance, with a picture in between containing only a crookedly drawn smiley face.
The smiley face wasn't very well drawn; the eyes were uneven, and the mouth was stretched too wide, but Wuma Xiu stared at it for a long time.
In the end, he only muttered one sentence, "Idiot."
Wuma Xiu recognized the smiling face at a glance; it was exactly the same as the one Zhangsun Yan had drawn for him years ago.
That was the second time Zhangsun Yan had seen Wuma Xiu.
Wuma Xiu's skirt was torn by a few naughty children, and she squatted in the corner wiping away tears.
The five-year-old Zhangsun Yan, is incredibly clever.
Back then, he already knew that he had to win his wife over from a young age, as this was the best time to cultivate their relationship.
Zhangsun Yan was also very strong, and he beat all those unruly kids until they were bruised and swollen.
The leader even had one of his teeth knocked out by him.
He was speaking in a lisp, and as he ran, he kept saying, "You just wait, I'll get my dad to beat you up when I get back."
However, when he returned, he was rewarded with two meals of stir-fried pork with bamboo shoots.
At that time, Zhangsun Yan had chased the people away and thought he had made a good impression on his future wife. He was about to say something when he saw Wuma Xiu crying.
At this point, it's time to appease your wife.
Zhangsun Yan picked up a twig, drew a crooked smiley face on the ground, then patted his chest and said confidently:
"Pretty little sister, don't cry. When you grow up, marry me and I'll help you beat up all the bad guys who bully you and protect you."
They were still young then.
As Zhangsun Yan had said, anyone who dared to bully Wuma Xiu was beaten and driven away by him.
The two children's relationship quickly blossomed.
One of them followed behind, calling her "wife, wife" every day, while the other called her "brother."
The adults from both families laughed so hard they couldn't stand up straight, but not one of them stepped forward to correct them; instead, they were enjoying the spectacle.
Later, the two were assigned to the same class in junior high school.
One day, Zhangsun Yan opened his biology textbook and was stunned, his eyes wide with shock, his expression no better than before.
On the same day, Wuma Xiu learned for the first time that he had always been a boy.
His mother once told him he was a magical fairy who could transform himself into a girl by putting on dresses, and he actually believed her completely.
And they actually believed it from childhood all the way to junior high!
Thinking of this, a series of black lines appeared on Wuma Xiu's head.
Not many people know about this dark history, but every single one of it is enough to make him so embarrassed that he could dig a palace out of his toes.
It's not that adults are too cunning; it's just that children are too easily fooled.
Wuma Xiu shook his head and threw the pile of cards into Su Qingci's space.
The card fell into it, but there was no response, which reminded him of Su Qingci.
These days have passed, why hasn't the other person returned yet?
Could it be that I've really been forced by the Main System to do hard labor?
Once he thought about it, he couldn't sit still any longer.
Instead of waiting here, we might as well go and take a look.
Doesn't Zhangsun Yan enjoy playing these roundabout tricks?
Then he went to their door in person to find out the truth.
So, 007, who had just returned to his host's sea of consciousness and was preparing to lie down for a while, was dragged out again before he could even switch to sleep mode.
It was completely bewildered, and when it finally realized that the person standing in front of it was Wuma Xiu, it was utterly devastated.
What did it do to deserve this?
Why have I been conscripted yet again?
The portal opened, Wuma Xiu stepped inside.
But as soon as the person disappeared, it rubbed its little hands together, a strange little excitement welling up inside it.
Looks like those little cards weren't a waste; God's win this time is in the bag.
Its god is finally about to gloriously escape the ranks of eternal single dogs, which is truly a cause for celebration and deserves a data-driven celebration.
Zhangsun Yan was also a little excited at this moment.
Now that he's Main God, he should at least maintain some composure and not show too much joy on his face. But he just couldn't suppress the excitement in his chest.
After all these years, has Xiao Xiu finally understood his feelings?
Zhangsun Yan took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. A flash of divine light appeared in his hand, and a bunch of blood-red roses appeared in his arms.
The bouquet was full and the ribbon was smooth.
Each blooming flower symbolizes their love, which is about to be revealed at this moment.
As soon as Wuma Xiu stepped inside, he saw the bouquet of roses.
He paused for a moment, then a smile crept onto his lips, a hint of amusement flickering in his eyes.
Goodness, they've even brought roses.
Could it be that he arrived at just the right time?
That makes sense. The speed at which this guy activated the portal before didn't seem like he was being chased away.
I guess they just want to make some preparations.
"Xiao Yan, did I disturb you?"
Zhangsun Yan's hand trembled, almost causing him to drop the flowers. Fortunately, he possessed remarkable composure, and his smile remained calm.
"Of course not, you can come anytime."
Wuma Xiu didn't approach any closer, but stood a few steps away, sizing him up.
The nickname "Xiao Yan" was adopted after that That Matter in junior high school. At the time, he felt that calling him "brother" was too clingy, and since Zhangsun Yan avoided him for a whole week after learning the truth, he simply changed it to "Xiao Yan" to avoid awkwardness between them.
Mentioning that That Matter inevitably brings to mind how Wuma Xiu dealt with his unruly mother after returning home that year.
He made Su Xian'er write "Mom was wrong" three hundred times.
Hmph, they won't learn their lesson unless they're taught a lesson.
As for his father, the accomplice who did nothing to stop it and even helped take photos, he was also punished two hundred times.
Grandparents, as elders who knew but didn't report it, should each receive a hundred repetitions.
That day, the whole family was engrossed in writing, creating a truly spectacular scene.