Our Entire Family Has Secrets [Transmigrated] - Chapter 34
Yuan Bozhu tried to push Lin Shuanghuai away at first.
But Lin Shuanghuai was burning up, weak all over, unable to stand on his own.
They didn’t linger at the kitchen door for long before Bozhu bent down and picked him up—this wasn’t the first time he had carried Lin Shuanghuai.
Bozhu needed to take some time when he was free to think about how things had developed to this point.
Lin Shuanghuai’s body temperature was very high, making him feel feverish. He leaned weakly against Bozhu.
When they reached the bedside, Bozhu set him down, but Lin Shuanghuai still clung tightly to him—cheek brushing against Bozhu’s neck, as if using Bozhu’s slightly cool skin to cool himself down, left side first, then the right.
“Lin Shuanghuai.”
After calling his name, Bozhu didn’t know what else to say.
Who could expect a patient with a high fever to understand what they were doing?
Moreover, Lin Shuanghuai’s condition was more severe than a typical fever.
Bozhu was well aware that Lin Shuanghuai was a rare kind in the midst of an unstable awakening period.
He might awaken today, or he might not.
Any unstable external environment could affect Lin Shuanghuai’s emotional state.
If he could calm him down, it might reduce the possibility of his abilities going out of control.
Lin Shuanghuai’s hands somehow had strength, clinging stubbornly to his shoulders.
Bozhu heartlessly pulled his hands away, bent down again to try to put Lin Shuanghuai back on the bed.
But before Bozhu could straighten up, those soft, limp hands reached out again. Repeatedly pulled away, repeatedly caught.
After four or five rounds, Bozhu realized that Lin Shuanghuai might be doing this intentionally.
A patient completely overwhelmed by fever wouldn’t have the strength for such antics.
So Bozhu stopped indulging him, stuffed Lin Shuanghuai’s hands under the blanket, ignored him, turned and went to the kitchen to fetch the cup of cooled water.
The energy field of a rare kind was something even more mysterious than Bozhu’s barrier, constantly changing due to the owner’s emotions, physical condition, bloodline attributes, and the strength of their energy.
It was not something that could be controlled at will.
Although Bozhu couldn’t see it, he could sense Lin Shuanghuai’s current state through the sudden changes in temperature indoors.
His condition was probably not very stable. Because the air was visibly warped due to the heat.
Bozhu gently waved away a patch of heat, picked up the cup of water, looking resigned.
The cup was hot enough to burn, and the water inside was about to boil again. Before Bozhu could think of a way to cool it down, there was a loud crack as the glass cup shattered.
Pieces scattered all over the floor.
He sighed, bent down to pick up the glass shards.
Suddenly, he touched another equally hot hand.
Lin Shuanghuai had crawled down from the bed at some point, barefoot, and approached, squatting down beside Bozhu to pick up the shards together.
Bozhu frowned, saying, “Put on your shoes.”
Lin Shuanghuai’s eyes showed a slow, puzzled look as he looked at Bozhu, seemingly pondering the meaning of his words.
Bozhu stood up.
Lin Shuanghuai stood up as well, following him.
Exiting the kitchen, Bozhu found the slippers Lin Shuanghuai had taken off in the living room, calling to him.
Lin Shuanghuai saw them but didn’t immediately put them on.
First, he looked at Bozhu’s feet, then at his own, as if suddenly understanding, nodded.
Then he hurried over, clumping into the slippers.
Looking up obediently at Bozhu.
Bozhu looked at him for a moment with an unclear expression, some vague thought quietly emerging.
He thought for a moment, then suddenly walked over to the sofa, sitting down leisurely.
At the same time, Lin Shuanghuai hurried over and sat next to him in the same posture.
Hands placed in front of his knees, looking docile.
Bozhu stood up, looked around, walked to the bathroom, turned on the tap to wash his hands, and tore off two pieces of tissue to dry them.
He deliberately did everything slowly, pausing in an orderly manner.
Then he looked at Lin Shuanghuai.
As expected, Lin Shuanghuai almost replicated all of his actions—looking around, squeezing into the bathroom, turning on the tap, washing his hands the way Bozhu did, then drying them.
Watching him complete all this, Bozhu suddenly laughed, rubbing his temples with his hand.”
This translation captures the essence of the original Chinese text, conveying the interactions and emotions between Bozhu and Lin Shuanghuai during this challenging moment.
In front of the mirror, Lin Shuanghuai blinked, immediately mimicking him by rubbing his temples.
A rare imprinting behavior.
Yuan Bozhu drew a conclusion. He rarely felt this helpless. Due to the fact that the majority of rare kinds currently awaken between sixteen and eighteen years old, they have plenty of time to learn from their parents.
As a result, rare kinds often have a deep understanding of their bloodlines and the lifestyle of their community before awakening.
After awakening, they can quickly master their new bodies and new powers.
Only those rare kinds who, for various reasons, did not learn their bloodline, awaken unexpectedly, find themselves in a transitional period between old and new, and don’t know what’s happening.
Thus, they become mentally fragile, psychologically regressive, consciousness blocked.
They can only follow the natural habits of animals in their bloodline, leading to imprinting-like learning.
However, such occurrences are rare and usually happen during the most unstable days of awakening.
If there is a responsible elder nearby, they can provide comfort through companionship and guidance.
Sometimes, a good night’s sleep can quickly restore them.
Yuan Bozhu had never encountered such a case, so naturally, he had no good way to deal with it.
He thought that Lin Shuanghuai probably needed a nap now, allowing his body and consciousness to freely merge and grow during sleep.
Leaving the bathroom, he arrived at Lin Shuanghuai’s bedroom.
Without him needing to call, Lin Shuanghuai hesitantly followed behind.
Yuan Bozhu tried to communicate with Lin Shuanghuai and walked to the bedside, saying, ‘Sleep.’
Lin Shuanghuai’s eyes were misty, full of innocent ignorance, and he repeated ‘sleep’ after him.
Then, tilting his head, he failed to grasp Yuan Bozhu’s command.
Indeed, theory and practice were separated by something.
Yuan Bozhu sat on the edge of the bed, gently patting the covers, trying to be patient with the child, saying, ‘Come.’
Then he realized that his attitude toward children was also indifferent.
Lin Shuanghuai meticulously reproduced Yuan Bozhu’s cold expression and his monotonous instructions, sitting on the bedside and patting the covers.
If not for the substantial burning sensation in the air, confirming Lin Shuanghuai’s extremely unstable bloodline, Yuan Bozhu might have thought Lin Shuanghuai was playing with him.
This was no longer learning.
It was complete imitation.
The two couldn’t communicate.
Just as Yuan Bozhu was contemplating how to proceed, his phone vibrated again.
Today, he received an unusually high number of calls.
He thought about hanging up.
But the caller was Yuan Wanjiao.
Yuan Bozhu wasn’t sure if Yuan Wanjiao would overreact and perform another life-threatening divination at home if he hung up.
He glanced at Lin Shuanghuai, thought for a moment, and answered the call—Lin Shuanghuai, unable to find the phone, nervously mimicked holding it in the air.
‘Ah Zhu, it’s already eight-thirty, when are you coming back?’
‘Later.’
‘It’s already very late.’
Yuan Bozhu lowered his eyes, pondered for a moment, and said, ‘Maybe I won’t come back.’
‘What!’
Yuan Wanjiao sounded nervous on the other end, raised her voice, and exclaimed, ‘No, no, no, you must come back! You don’t know, you can’t stay outside tonight, it’s very, very…’
She wanted to say that there are rampant rare kinds outside, some of whom hate humans.
They often use their citizenship as humans to commit arson and murder, and then change their identities to continue blending into crowds.
Yuan Wanjiao couldn’t be sure whether Yuan Bozhu was far from danger or close.
She only knew that tonight, Yuan Bozhu must not stay outside.
‘Where are you? I’ll come over to pick you up now. Ah Zhu, be obedient, with so many cases reported in the news recently, Dad and Mom are very worried about you.’
Yuan Bozhu was thinking of finding an excuse to stall.
But before he could say anything, Lin Shuanghuai, who had been mimicking, suddenly approached, his slightly warm cheek pressed against Yuan Bozhu’s hand.
Yuan Bozhu was taken aback, forgetting what he had originally intended to say. He put away his phone, and Lin Shuanghuai’s eyes nervously followed his hand.”Top of Form
Yuan Bozhu felt his lips dry, subconsciously licked the corner of his mouth, contemplating how to deal with Yuan Wanjiao.
Suddenly, he felt the palm of his hand lightly licked by a soft, wet tongue.
“You…” Yuan Bozhu’s eyelashes fluttered slightly.
But Lin Shuanghuai’s gaze was innocent, somewhat pleading.
After a moment, Yuan Bozhu’s expression softened as he said to Yuan Wanjiao, “I’ll be back after I’m done. Hanging up.”
The phone fell from the edge of the bed, unstable, and finally dropped to the floor. Yuan Bozhu didn’t get a chance to pick it up.
Lin Shuanghuai’s hand suddenly reached over, imitating Yuan Bozhu just now, covering his mouth.
The mist in those eyes dispersed, still innocent, making it difficult to blame.
His hand paused, then quickly released.
Yuan Bozhu fell into thought.
He didn’t know how long this meaningless mimicry would continue, but it was definitely not something he could handle.
Firstly, he had no obligation, secondly, no experience, and finally, no method.
So staying here would just be a waste of time.
With this in mind, Yuan Bozhu bent down to pick up his phone from the floor.
He decided not to pay any more attention to Lin Shuanghuai.
He stood up, this time walking all the way to the door.
Lin Shuanghuai followed him, wanting to follow Yuan Bozhu out, but it was impossible.
Because there was an invisible barrier enveloping them.
The barrier wouldn’t open until the temperature inside the house returned to normal, to prevent the energy field from being detected by the Arach domain.
Yuan Bozhu left suddenly and decisively.
He didn’t even look back until he stood at the elevator door.
He couldn’t teach Lin Shuanghuai anything, let alone comfort him.
It was better to leave and let Lin Shuanghuai naturally rest once he couldn’t find anyone to mimic.
“Ah Zhu…”
Yuan Bozhu seemed to hear someone calling him.
Due to the barrier, the voice was distant and faint.
Yuan Bozhu thought he had misheard and glanced at the doorway.
Lin Shuanghuai stood there, looking at him.
His cheeks, which were flushed from the fever just now, were now pale.
Large tears rolled down, Lin Shuanghuai didn’t wipe them, his face full of a pitiful expression, repeatedly calling out to him:
“Ah Zhu, Ah Zhu…”
Lin Shuanghuai was convinced he was dreaming.
In this dream, he had turned into a young bird, curled up in a nest, waiting for his caregiver to appear.
Then he saw Yuan Bozhu.
Daydreaming and dreaming at night. Lin Shuanghuai thought, since it was a dream, he could approach this person.
But damn this realistic dream.
He was repeatedly pushed away by Yuan Bozhu.
Just like usual.
But Lin Shuanghuai wasn’t discouraged at all.
As a hatchling who had just successfully hatched, he wanted to show his excellence to his caregiver – he could perfectly replicate everything he saw, his growth rate was astonishing!
See, I’ve learned everything you taught me.
I will grow up on this day.
Unfortunately, his Yuan Bozhu didn’t seem very satisfied.
No praise, no smile.
Even worse, he was leaving!
No, Lin Shuanghuai was still a hatchling without the ability to survive independently, he couldn’t leave the care of his caregiver!
He needed food, protection, and a warm nest.
Don’t go…
He quickly dashed to the edge of the cliff, shouting loudly at the caregiver who was about to leave.
Lin Shuanghuai suddenly became confused. Right, what was his caregiver’s name again?
Yuan… “Ah Zhu!”
Not every hatchling could successfully grow up.
If Ah Zhu left, the chick would die here. So he shouted louder:
“Ah Zhu, Ah Zhu, Ah Zhu!”
Finally, Yuan Bozhu turned back.
The chick needed to perform better.
He obediently looked at the other person, showing a gaze of dedication and seeking companionship.
Everything in the dream was warming up, only Ah Zhu’s arms were cool and comfortable.
Lin Shuanghuai hugged him and nuzzled him dependently, “Ah Zhu, don’t go.
I’ll grow up soon, just wait until I can fly.”
Yuan Bozhu, whose face was as cold as frost, seemed to finally feel his effort and gently rubbed his head.
Lin Shuanghuai felt satisfied, affectionately pressing his cheek against Yuan Bozhu.
He thought to himself, this is how hard work pays off!
There are no goals that cannot be achieved, only hatchlings who don’t try hard enough! He took the opportunity to seek encouragement:
“Ah Zhu, can you build me a nice nest? The bigger the nest, the faster I’ll grow.”
He heard a very soft sigh.
Lin Shuanghuai was extremely nervous.
He guessed he was about to be rejected again, about to be abandoned.
Thank goodness.
His Ah Zhu said, “Okay.”
Author’s Note:
Done acting like a calf, become a mother now. (Just kidding) Imprint learning:
It’s probably about how some hatchlings, when just hatched, treat the first creature they see after birth as their mother, learning and imitating all of their behaviors.
It’s like a chick complex (fantasy, there must be some personal interpretation, not too scientifically accurate, don’t take it too seriously, here we’re not talking about becoming a mother! Just understand the meaning~