[Continued] The Story of the Cockroach and the Handsome Guy

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Side Story "Meteor Shower"

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Meteor A said: Just now, someone made a wish to me.
Meteor B said: Just now, a cockroach made a wish to me.
Meteor A said: ...Wow, there really is everything now.
Meteor B said: It was a cockroach that was about to die, hiding so the person it liked wouldn't see it.
Meteor A said: That person wished for a cockroach to appear safely at his home.
Meteor B said: That cockroach wished to continue living as long as the person it liked.

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Meteor A said: The person who made the wish to me is a good person, so now I'm going to grant their wish.
Meteor B said: The one who made a wish to me was a cockroach. The cockroach family has done many bad things, so the wish should be discounted.
Meteor A said: How do you want to discount it?
Meteor B said: I will let it live, but it will never be a cockroach again, never enjoy the happiness of being a cockroach.
Meteor A said: Then what do you want it to become?
Meteor B thought for a moment and said: Become a human; being human is the hardest.

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The handsome guy's mom went home after eating.
The handsome guy closed the door and sat alone on the sofa in a daze.
From now on, there would be no little bug sharing his egg milk cookies.
From now on, there would be no little bug foolishly cheering him up.
A fleeting year for him was actually half a lifetime for it.
The handsome guy couldn't think any further. He stood up and walked to the bedroom.

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Suddenly, a clattering sound came from the kitchen.
The handsome guy turned and ran to the kitchen.
When he arrived, he saw the pantry had fallen over. A naked young man sat on the floor, holding an empty cookie box.
The young man noticed him, tilted his head, blinked his big black eyes, and said a little aggrieved: Are there no more egg milk cookies?

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The handsome guy opened his big eyes and looked at the creature in front of him, tentatively called cute.
He looked at the closed windows around. Then he looked at the little child staring at him with big confused black eyes. The handsome guy misread the situation because he was in a bad mood. It was a very cute little child, uh, clearly with gender traits...
The child felt the handsome guy's gaze, quickly closed their legs, used the egg milk cookie box to cover themselves, and blushed.
Seeing his action, the handsome guy also blushed, not knowing where to look.
After five minutes, he finally regained his voice.
Where did you come from, little child?\The little boy looked up in shock, then lowered his head again. He pointed at the food cabinet.\2\The handsome guy looked at this seemingly shy child and felt helpless.\He crouched down. What's your name? Whose child are you?\The child neither looked up nor spoke, just shook his head.\The handsome guy was defeated, what a strange child.\He stroked the child's soft hair and turned to leave.\He had only taken two steps when his hand was grabbed.\The child looked up, blinking with innocent eyes.\For a moment, the handsome guy remembered a little cutie, but he was no longer there.\3\I'll go get you a piece of clothing, you can't go without wearing clothes.\The child let go of the handsome guy's hand, eyes blinking.\The handsome guy was still as gentle as ever.\He brought his own shirt and helped the child put it on.\The oversized shirt hung on the child, swaying.\The handsome guy rolled up the child's sleeves, revealing the thin, almost pitiful little arms. He muttered to himself, lately why do I have this habit of taking care of others. The handsome guy said, if you don't speak, tomorrow I'll have no choice but to take you to the police. The child panicked, moving his lips, and the words came out brokenly. Little cockroach. I lived. I'm not leaving.\4\The handsome guy looked back, incredulous. But the child's eyes seemed to vaguely show something familiar.\Seeing the handsome guy's gaze, the child looked down again, frustrated, tugging at his own face. Surely, the handsome guy doesn't like the current little cockroach.\Heh. The handsome guy laughed, magnetic, gentle, and helplessly said, wishing on a shooting star actually works, huh. You little thing, you're back, that's great.\The child looked up, actually acknowledged, not expecting to be driven away.\The child thought, the handsome guy is still just as muddled.\The handsome guy roughly ruffled the child's hair, then rubbed his own face and sighed deeply.\The child followed the handsome guy to the living room, feeling down. He had thought there might be a hug. Sure enough, the handsome guy still likes MM.\5\The child opened his eyes, the handsome guy's face was very close.\His eyelashes are so short, but they suit his eyes well.\His nose is also very nice, everything is good-looking, no wonder he's the handsome guy.\Awake, little one.\Caught sneaking a peek, the child blushed.\However, the sleepy, muddled handsome guy was fine, really fine.Why so shy, just like before. But you don't talk much at all. Back then, I always hoped you would grow up so we could talk together. The child looked up in surprise and whispered: Back then, you also said other things. Huh? You speak much more fluently now. The child turned their face away, tears of grievance and anger flashing at the corners of their eyes, pouting, face flushed, looking very unhappy. What's wrong? Your body changed, even your temper changed. The child ignored him. Surprisingly, the handsome guy got up to wash by himself. A groggy handsome guy is still troublesome, the child thought. 6 After finishing washing, the handsome guy came back, the child still sulking under the covers. The handsome guy patted the child's head: Alright, stop acting spoiled. Get up and wash, it's time for breakfast. The child's face reddened again, clearly angry, not acting spoiled. The handsome guy demonstrated brushing teeth, and the child copied in an impressive manner. The handsome guy laughed and praised him. The child's mood improved greatly. 7 The handsome guy brought out the baked custard bread and placed it in front of the child. The child habitually tore it into small pieces on the plate, then pinched and ate piece by piece, clumsily cute. The handsome guy said, crumbs are falling on the table. The little cockroach felt embarrassed, stuck out their tiny tongue to lick their fingers, picking up the crumbs on the table and putting them in their mouth. The handsome guy felt suddenly very sad watching this. The little cockroach, seeing the handsome guy's changed expression, ate more cautiously, not wanting to upset him. The handsome guy said, today's a holiday, I'll take you shopping for clothes later. What do you like? The little cockroach quickly looked up at the handsome guy and then looked down again. I like whatever the handsome guy likes. The handsome guy smiled, and the little cockroach's small ears turned red. 8 After eating, the handsome guy tidied up, and the child followed to clean the dishes. Huh? You still like doing chores this much? Such a good child. Let's give you a name, always calling you 'child' won't do. What do you like to be called? Don't say what the handsome guy likes, that has become your universal answer. The child felt embarrassed, the handsome guy could even see what others were thinking, truly a magical handsome guy. Stop daydreaming, little dummy. Me… called little dummy? The little cockroach looked up, the handsome guy's face darkened. Then, little cockroach? The handsome guy frowned. Alright, you win. What do you like?Egg and milk cookies, egg and milk bread, milk pudding... all are sweets, so be careful not to ruin your teeth! Hmm, let's call you Little Bun, so cute. The little child nodded, his round eyes curved like a crescent moon, smiling like a cat. I like this name. But the little child was still puzzled and in the end chose what the handsome guy liked after all…… 9 The handsome guy went out to buy clothes for Little Bun. Hmm, the TV was airing the popular 'Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf', so he bought a Pleasant Goat T-shirt. He bought Big Big Wolf shorts. Frog Prince face cream, bought. Little White Rabbit toothpaste, yes, bought. After picking up a bunch of things, he returned home to find Little Bun sitting on the floor, leaning against the sofa. A shiny line of drool was at the corner of his mouth. The handsome guy thought, this Little Bun still has the habits of a little rascal. 10 Little Bun seemed particularly fond of the Big Big Wolf shorts. After putting them on, he would always carefully touch his little bottom, then lost in thought. The handsome guy watched curiously. What's up? Little Bun was thinking if he would bite his bottom because of being squashed by Little Bun~ The handsome guy felt helpless, ever since he gave him the name Little Bun, he replaced every "I" with "Little Bun" when speaking. No, Big Big Wolf only likes Red Wolf. Huh? But just now, when Little Bun looked, he thought he liked Pleasant Goat. The handsome guy was speechless. 11 The phone at the handsome guy's house rang, and he went to answer it. After finishing the call, he looked back and saw that Little Bun had a milk pudding cup stuck to his mouth. Little Bun's eyes were full of embarrassment, and his face turned bright red. The handsome guy sighed, went over, and took it off. The milk pudding cup had left a red circle on Little Bun's puckered lips, looking hilariously funny~ A little white face still had some white milk pudding stuck. You~~ The handsome guy tapped Little Bun's nose. Little Bun was still staring at the phone, as if it were something incredible. 12 The handsome guy went to work and prepared things for Little Bun. No sitting on the floor, no bothering other animals at home. Be good. Little Bun felt a bit reluctant, as he would not see the handsome guy for a whole day. When the handsome guy finished work, he saw Little Bun asleep on the sofa next to the phone. Suddenly, the phone rang. Little Bun immediately picked up the phone and shouted: Little Bun is Little Bun. The handsome guy felt helpless.It seemed like the person on the phone was not cooperating at all, so Little Bread kept repeating: Little Bread is Little Bread. Until the handsome guy took the phone and said: I am XXX. Little Bread kept staring in awe, blinking his eyes, looking like he really wanted to talk on the phone. 13. The handsome guy took Little Bread to get a haircut. The hairdresser was conflicted. He gave a fresh, cute, extremely handsome little boy hairstyle. The handsome guy was very satisfied, and Little Bread was very satisfied. But… while drying the hair, the hairdresser couldn't stay calm. No matter how he blew, two patches of hair on Little Bread's head always stood up, and spraying gel or wetting them didn't help. The charming little hairstyle turned into a playful little hairstyle… The handsome guy used his fingers to curl the two playful patches of hair and laughed. Like a little cockroach's antennae, right? Little Bread obediently nodded, yes! 14. The handsome guy went to work. He finished all his work, had a cup of coffee, and thought of Little Bread. He remembered that pitiful little look showing how much he wanted to talk on the phone. The phone rang! The phone rang! Hello! Little Bread is Little Bread! Are you looking for Little Bread? The handsome guy chuckled. Yes, I'm looking for Little Bread. Oh, Little Bread is Little Bread. Little Bread finally got a call from the person looking for him. And that person was the handsome guy. Happily, he hung up the phone and ran to the kitchen. The handsome guy helplessly looked at the phone: I just wanted to chat, how come it got hung up as soon as I said I was looking for someone… 15. After work, the handsome guy didn't see Little Bread in the room and heard noises coming from the kitchen. In the kitchen, pots, bowls, and pans were everywhere. With his back to the door and his little bottom sticking out, Little Bread was puffing away, busy with something. SpongeBob on his shorts moved as he laughed brightly. The handsome guy thought, he still doesn't like wearing long pants. He didn't mind the kitchen battlefield and softly asked, What are you busy with? Little Bread turned around in surprise, with white flour on his face, nose, and even his hair. His face flushed bright red, making him even more delicate and cute… (There was a word I couldn't even remember how to type.) Unconsciously, he whispered to his fingers, making noodles that the handsome guy likes. It seemed like he had said the same thing last time he made noodles. The handsome guy suddenly felt so soft, so soft, soft enough to drip water.Suddenly, I wanted to hug this obedient little one, but seeing him covered in flour, I put my hand down. 19 The handsome guy came out to make dinner, while the little bread crouched on the floor, holding a kitchen knife and chopping green onions, looking serious yet clumsy. The handsome guy walked over, his expression softened a bit, took the knife from the little bread's hands, and moved the cutting board from the floor to the countertop. The little bread didn't dare to speak, rubbing his hands and standing beside him. The handsome guy understood his awkwardness and nervousness but still ignored him. After dinner, the little bread proactively wiped the table and cleaned the dishes. The handsome guy played games, and the little bread brought him water. The handsome guy went to wash up and found the bath already prepared and the toothpaste squeezed out. The handsome guy thought that this was just the kind of child the little bread was: when he made a mistake, he couldn't say very good words, only tried earnestly and clumsily, hoping for forgiveness. The handsome guy came out, and the little bread waited at the door. When the handsome guy returned to the room, the little bread finally said, 'Handsome guy can be angry with the little bread, but please don't send the little bread away.' The handsome guy's nose suddenly felt very sore, and tears were about to fall. The little bread was a child lacking too much sense of security. In his world, there was only the handsome guy. Suddenly afraid, without himself, what would he do. (Writing is still better. La la la…)