Doomsday Carnival: The Little Monster Only Has a Seven-Second Memory

Huo Ling planned to leave after the visit, but Old Madam Huo wouldn't let him go, insisting that he could stay at her house and that they could visit his grandfather together once the hospital reopened. As for his friends, they could stay there as well.

The gossipy aunts and uncles also joined in the persuasion.

"Yes, yes, it's so dangerous out there. You've come all this way, don't leave again!"

"I heard some people out there can't even afford to eat, what are you even doing out there?"

"Exactly! Those monsters eat people. Don't leave again once you're back. I heard that the superhuman teams live by taking on missions and earning points. Instead of going out to protect others, you might as well stay and protect your own people!"

"That's right, points, it's not like we don't have any at home, how could we let you down? You are, after all, our eldest grandson, a proper grandson."

The gossipy aunts and uncles got more and more excited as they talked, completely disregarding Huo Ling's stepmother's feelings. Hearing this, the mother and her children's faces grew even uglier.

Huo Yichuan didn't care about any of that. He glared at his eldest son, who had run away from home years ago, and said, "You've gone too far! Do you really think this family doesn't exist?"

Huo Ling wasn't buying his act at all, not even glancing at him. "No, I have to leave. I don't plan to stay here long. I'll come to see you when I have time."

He only speaks to his own grandmother.

Knowing her eldest grandson's personality, Grandma Huo simply said, "Since you don't plan to stay, can't you at least keep this old woman company for a few days?"

Her expression was so sorrowful, and her eyes were full of pleading, that it was truly heartbreaking.

In the very end.

She decided to stay, but only for three days, until the hospital reopened and she could see the old man before leaving.

Huo Ling was particularly adamant; this was his only concession. He truly did not want to live in a home that was "completely unrecognizable," a place filled with too many childhood memories, but now the people living there were his stepmother's family.

Huo Yichuan wanted to get angry.

Wen Jingshu and her children stopped him, saying, "Yichuan, Yichuan, don't worry. Xiaoling isn't used to it yet. Let him stay for a few days. Maybe he'll like it and won't leave..."

Old Madam Huo told Huo Yichuan not to go crazy. She knew her eldest grandson was stubborn and she understood, but she also agreed with her daughter-in-law's words and decided to keep the person here first.

A farce.

When Huo Ling led his friends upstairs, he apologized to them, "I'm sorry you had to suffer."

It's not that we made them laugh at us, but rather that we made them feel wronged.

If they hadn't accompanied him back, they could have avoided having to put up with these people's attitudes.

Luo Na and the other two felt a pang of sadness. "Hey! What are you saying?" "Exactly! We're not wronged, but Brother Huo, I feel sorry for you!" "That's right!"

None of the three of them felt anything was wrong. They had come back with Huo Ling anyway, and they could stay for a few days. In this day and age, no one knows what will happen tomorrow, so they should try not to leave any regrets for themselves.

They followed him voluntarily.

Lin Shuangshuang held his hand tightly and comforted him, "It's okay!"

The little monster is so carefree.

She didn't care about the way her relatives looked at her. She had experienced so much in her life that these things were insignificant to her.

Huo Ling still feels heartache and guilt towards Lin Shuangshuang and her teammates.

He hummed in agreement.

It became increasingly dull.

All the aunts and uncles in the family lived near the Huo family. Their husbands were busy moving their businesses to the underground city, so they had some free time and would gather around the Huo family every day. While others were struggling to survive, they had time to play mahjong and chatter away.

Later, the men whose wives were in charge at home also came to join in the fun, and several mahjong tables were set up, making it a truly chaotic and smoky place.

Luo Na and the other two had their own room on the same floor as Huo Ling. Huo Ling also had his own floor in the Huo family. Lin Shuangshuang's room was also prepared with servants.

Huo Ling didn't let her stay in the guest room, but led her directly to the room where he grew up.

The little monster touched and looked around, finally staring at his childhood photo, "Wow, little Huo Ling." The little boy in the photo was fair-skinned, well-behaved and soft, like a glutinous rice ball, and especially cute.

Huo Ling blushed. "Don't talk nonsense. What kind of adjectives are these?"

She dared to say it, but no one dared to listen.

Lin Shuangshuang chuckled, "That's true, but didn't you take all your things with you?"

Huo Ling looked around and said, "Yes, they were all taken away before. I guess my grandma saw them and had them put back up. She should have a backup."

Once the father has a new wife and children, he can no longer take care of his eldest son.

She could be a grandmother.

A grandson you've watched grow up and doted on is ultimately different.

Huo Ling is the first grandchild of the Huo family and has been genuinely pampered for many years.

She must have put in a lot of effort to restore the room to its most basic state.

Lin Shuangshuang turned to look at him and said, "It's good that you came back, isn't it? Otherwise, you wouldn't know that your grandma secretly restored the whole room for you."

Huo Ling was also looking at the old photos. He said with mixed feelings, "Hmm." After looking at them, he felt empty inside and didn't feel any warmth.

Lin Shuangshuang saw a photo of Huo Ling's mother. "Your mother's name is Shen Qingci."

Huo Ling was quite surprised. "You still remember?" He opened his arms to her, gesturing for her to come and hug him.

Lin Shuangshuang felt that Huo Ling, this little human, was sometimes a high-needs baby. When he was feeling down, he especially liked to be hugged.

The little monster went over and gave him a big, solid hug.

Huo Ling loved this the most. He held her tightly in his arms, wrapped his arms around her, and said with his head down, "If she were still here, she would definitely like you too."

Lin Shuangshuang felt quite uneasy. "But I'm a monster, won't she be scared?"

Huo Ling said no, "She looks quiet and gentle, but she's actually very bold."

Speaking of mother.

His smile was gentle, and he was very tender when he coaxed Lin Shuangshuang.

Lin Shuangshuang could somewhat guess what Huo Ling's mother was like; she must be a very warm person, and Huo Ling's gentle side must have come from her.

The two chatted casually. Lin Shuangshuang was always afraid that she would forget, so every time she tried to write it down in her notes, Huo Ling would feel sorry for her and tell her it was okay, that if she couldn't remember, he could repeat it to her.

Lin Shuangshuang felt that there was probably no one else in the world who would treat her like Huo Ling.

Casual conversation is the contact between two souls, which become intertwined.

Inseparable.

By evening, Lin Shuangshuang was still suffering from amnesia, but Huo Ling had gradually gotten used to it. When he saw her suddenly widen her eyes and frantically back away, he would raise an eyebrow with a wry smile and say, "Surprised? Unexpected? You opened your eyes and saw your ex-boyfriend? And you even went into his lair. You're finished, Lin Shuangshuang."

The little monster was almost scared out of his wits, but after reading the memo, he realized he was just bluffing.

Lin Shuangshuang pounced on him, grabbing his hair. "How could you do this?"

Huo Ling chuckled and pulled her into his arms. "Why can't I do this?" Although it was the last place he wanted to be, with Lin Shuangshuang there, it didn't seem so unbearable.