Zuozuo Who Loved Meat and Caicai Who Ate Vegetables

After returning home, Qin Luming put his umbrella in the umbrella stand to drain, went to the walk-in closet and took off his shoes and clothes, then came out wearing only short sleep pants. The umbrella stand had already dried the umbrella, so Qin Luming put it in the umbrella cabinet before walking to the center of the living room and sitting down.

Qin Luming held his head and thought about what had happened today, then let out a long breath. He hoped Ma Shilong could transmigrate... Under normal circumstances, humans had only a one-in-a-hundred-million chance of transmigrating after death. But if they were killed by someone like Zhou Nan, the chances of transmigration or rebirth increased greatly, perhaps to around one in a hundred thousand. Qin Luming had made that number up at random.

As for whether Ma Shilong would become the illegitimate son or useless good-for-nothing of a great clan, abused by servant women, a fallen genius, or simply be reborn as a cat or dog and begin a slice-of-life existence... no one knew.

Qin Luming did not personally know anyone in reality who had transmigrated or been reborn. Although some people behaved as if they had, there was ultimately insufficient evidence... Even if Qin Luming suspected it, there was no way to verify it. Still, since characters from books could transmigrate into the real world, then all those things most people believed could only happen in books did not seem so hard to accept when they happened in reality.

Some transmigration phenomena had happened to him as well.

Qin Luming stood up, looked over tomorrow's schedule, then walked to the window.

The rain had grown heavier again, hazy and indistinct, blurring the entire world. The scenery he had already grown familiar with had been washed by the rain into an impressionist painting, stripped of every detail from his memories.

He lowered his head. Beside the window sat a rather old Huali wood box, containing two black gloves.

The gloves were long enough to cover the entire forearm, and their material was a mysterious metal beyond the analytical capabilities of modern technology.

Since it was mysterious, and it was a type of metal, Qin Luming had formally named it "Super Mysterious Metal." Adding the word "Super" immediately made it universally recognized as lofty and high-end.

As soon as Qin Luming put on the gloves, his arms went weak and powerless, as though all the flesh and blood in his forearms and palms had been absorbed by them.

He did not resist. He merely took a faint breath and watched several veins bulge as his skin turned pale, the flesh beneath it faintly visible. A moment later, it returned to normal. He then loosened his tightly clenched fists, and two rays of light, seemingly traced back from Yanxia itself, leaped from his palms and illuminated the living room darkened by the gloomy weather. Once that scorching, dazzling radiance faded, Qin Luming saw two little girls wrestling on the carpet. He removed the gloves and returned them to their original place.

The two girls looked fourteen or fifteen years old, with faces eighty or ninety percent alike. At a glance, they seemed like twins, but upon closer inspection, their differences could still be discerned. They were not as impossible to tell apart as true identical twins.

"You fat vegetable, you're crushing me! Fat vegetable!"

"You're the fat one! You're the fat one! You big fat pig hand!"

"Can you say anything besides repeating yourself?"

"I can! I can! I can!"

"I hate hearing you talk like that. You're so stupid and dumb!"

"You're hateful! You're hateful! You're hateful!"

"Shut up!"

"I won't... I..."

As the two argued, the little girls fought furiously, quickly tugging each other's clothes into disarray and turning their hair into a mess as they rolled across the carpet. They nearly even kicked over one of Qin Luming's cabinets... On top of it sat a Golden Bullet Tree, which would probably bloom next month.

Qin Luming let them fight and went to the bar counter to take out a bottle of sparkling water kept at 10 degrees Celsius. Even during cold weather, he liked drinking water at that temperature.

By the time he finished the water, the two girls had already stopped fighting. Each occupied a corner of the carpet, lying spread-eagled, yet they still craned their heads to stare at each other, continuing their battle with their eyes.

"Can't you two be peaceful for even one day?" Qin Luming pointed toward the kitchen. "Go make dinner."

"What are we eating today? Can we have meat?" The girl on the left spun around on the carpet with her butt as the pivot, then turned her head to look at Qin Luming expectantly.

"I want spinach." The girl on the right paddled her hands across the carpet and kicked her feet, swimming over to Qin Luming's feet. Her large eyes sparkled. "I want spinach!"

"Stop repeating yourself!"

"What's it to you? I like it! I want to!"

"Anyway, I don't like spinach!"

"If you don't like it, then don't eat spinach. What does that have to do with me?"

Seeing that they were about to start fighting again, Qin Luming picked them both up, tossed them into the kitchen, and shut the door. Their fights were generally concentrated on the living room carpet. In the kitchen, they would only move their mouths, and in the end, they would make dinner anyway.

The little girl who had wanted meat was called Zuozuo, while the one who wanted spinach was called Right Caicai.

They were Qin Luming's left and right hands.

Left hand, right hand—the literal meaning, the same meaning as the words in "follow my left hand, right hand, replay in slow motion."

Normally, they were part of Qin Luming's body. Only after he put on the gloves did they take their current forms.

People said siblings were as close as hands and feet. They were clearly Qin Luming's left and right hands, yet their personalities were completely different, and they would start beating each other up at the slightest disagreement.

Qin Luming had injured both hands years ago. Even after treatment, their recovery remained worrying. His muscles were weak, his neural responses sluggish, and they had even begun to show signs of atrophy.

Then one day, these two little girls appeared by his hospital bed, bringing him the gloves made of Super Mysterious Metal. They told him that wearing them would allow his hands to gradually recover their health.

Qin Luming put on the gloves, and the two girls also told him that the reason his hands had been so difficult to treat after their injury was mainly because they had actually transmigrated into another world, becoming Zuozuo and Right Caicai. Then they had returned, would once again become his left and right hands, and restore him to health.

Qin Luming had never heard of anything like that. No matter how absurd a story some wildly imaginative writer made up, it was only the process of transmigrating or the transmigrated world that might be a little bizarre. How could a part of one's own body... two hands, transmigrate and turn into two little girls?

But what did absurdity matter? Reality itself was incomparably absurd. Anything could happen in this world. There were only things people could not imagine, never wonders or absurdities that reality could not enact.

Sometimes, Qin Luming felt fortunate that his hands had transmigrated and become two adorable, beautiful little girls. If his entire body had transmigrated, would each of his organs have separately become different girls, or would his whole body have changed sex?

That would have been far too difficult to accept. Qin Luming looked at the Golden Bullet Tree he had carefully cultivated, took out his phone and turned on the television, set the bathing time while he was at it, raised the recommended water temperature by 3 degrees Celsius instead of using it as was, then sat down in front of the sofa to watch the local news.

Ma Shilong's matter should not be discovered so easily. Qin Luming also did not know whether Zhou Nan would clean up the scene... Most likely, it had nothing to do with him. When he went to see Ma Shilong, he had not worn his current appearance.