After wiping, she gently tapped her son's nose with her finger, and the mother and son smiled at each other.

Unfortunately, there was no one else around.

Otherwise, this mother and son would surely attract many gazes.

A child as cute, sensible, and delicate as a porcelain doll, a young mother both beautiful and exceptionally graceful—every move they made seemed to define the very essence of the word "mother-son."

The dream here is supposed to be terrifying.

Just like what Tan Wenbin, Run Sheng, Lin Shuyou, and Yin Meng experienced here.

In fact, for Li Zhiyuan, this dream was terrifying too.

Because in the split second when outsiders couldn't see, Li Lan's eyes betrayed a hint of aversion, pressing a little too hard as she wiped her fingers.

All these fleeting details revealed Li Lan's disgust towards him.

What's cruel is that she knew her son could catch it.

Even more cruel, she knew her son was aware that she could act flawlessly.

The most cruel part is, she did it intentionally, making him lose the false warmth and satisfaction he tried so hard to create while he poured his heart into his performance.

She was mocking, she was sneering, as if faced with a... self-deceiving little monster.

They were perhaps the most intimate mother and son pair in the world.

And because of this, she knew even better how to make her son uncomfortable, to let him feel the skin being constantly torn off sensation.

Every time she saw his acting falter due to trembling in his heart, her own heart felt a little relief.

"Son, shall we ride the pirate ship?"

"Okay."

Li Lan went to buy tickets.

The moment she turned around, Li Zhiyuan raised his hand as if something got into his eye, gently rubbing it.

Behind his hand's cover, the youth's eyes showed a calmness and indifference not matching his age.

After buying the tickets, the mother and son stood in line in front of the empty pirate ship.

They could even pull each other to point out interesting people they "saw," and chat and laugh about it.

One would start a conversation, and the other would immediately pick up.

In this joyful and expectant atmosphere, Li Zhiyuan and Li Lan boarded the pirate ship.

The pirate ship began to sway back and forth, the amplitude gradually increasing.

Li Zhiyuan started to cheer, Li Lan hugged her son and also laughed happily.

Initially, this "beautiful atmosphere" should have continued.

But somehow, from Li Zhiyuan's perspective, the one-eyed pirate captain at the ship's prow turned into the figure of an elderly man with white hair.

Though the old man was aged, he was still vigorous, his body robust.

He stood at the prow, ignoring the ship's sway and 'waves,' showing a kind smile towards him.

Looking at his smile, then turning to see his mother's smile.

Both were alike, yet very different at the same time.

"Little Yuanhou... Little Yuanhou... Little Yuanhou..."

The old man called out.

Li Zhiyuan had heard Aunt Xu, his mother's secretary, make calls to her parents, speaking in a strange dialect.

Aunt Xu said his mother also knew this dialect, but he'd never heard her speak it; in his memory, his mother had never called his maternal grandparents.

The pirate ship's sway reached its maximum.

The old man at the prow, his body slowly cracked, shattering, but still keeping his gaze on him, the kind expression unchanged, continuing to call his name.

Li Zhiyuan held onto the railing of the seat in front, lowering his head.

Li Lan: "Are you scared, son?"

Li Zhiyuan nodded vigorously: "Mom, it's so scary."

Li Lan: "It's almost over."

The pirate ship gradually stabilized, this ride was over.

When Li Zhiyuan mustered up the courage to raise his head again, he saw the shattered old man all over the ship.

Here was a hand, there a foot, bloodstains everywhere, and his head was just fixed on the seat in front of him, staring at him.

Li Lan held Li Zhiyuan's hand as he got off the ship, his legs somewhat weak, breathing a little labored.

"Son, do you need a break?"

"No, no need." He wouldn't cause trouble for his mother because of himself.

All troubles belonging to children could be created, but only within a limited scope, to make the child appear cute and set the stage for the mother's performance.

"Then shall we go play bumper cars?"

"Sure."

Again buying tickets, queuing up.

When it was the mother and son's turn, they both got into a car together.

It was a circular arena with many cars inside.

On the smooth ground, boys and girls from various ethnic groups dressed in traditional outfits held hands.

When the signal lights came on, all the cars inside, even without drivers, started moving.

Li Lan signaled for Li Zhiyuan to drive, he grasped the wheel and mashed the pedal, accelerating the bumper car, soon colliding with the car in front.

"Ouch!"

"Ouch!"

Mother and son let out identical cries.

Then they turned the wheel, got free, and crashed into someone else.

"Bang!"

"Hehe."

"Haha!"

Purely bumping around, looking for the right chance, best to hit other cars from the side, and it seemed they could simultaneously hear screams that weren't present, followed by their shared laughs.

But as they kept driving, Li Zhiyuan suddenly saw in the central area, where there was originally a painting of a little girl, the little girl left the picture and sat up.

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