Don’t Covet the Beautiful System!!

Luo Xiuyun almost thought that she was hallucinating.

Facing this empty room, she couldn't help shouting: "...Qing Yuan?"

Of course no one responded.

An uneasy voice fell alone into the cold air.

An inexplicable panic surged up in an instant.

Luo Xiuyun paced around the room for a few steps like a headless chicken, and quickly took out her cell phone from her pocket, wanting to call Pei Qingyuan and ask him where he had gone for no apparent reason.

Just when she was about to dial the number, she glanced out of the corner of her eye at a part of the desk that looked slightly white in the moonlight.

Under the old-fashioned desk lamp that has been used for more than ten years, there is a note with writing on it. This is the only thing in the whole room that is more than before, thin and inconspicuous.

Luo Xiuyun's body stiffened suddenly, she realized something.

This is not an inexplicable disappearance.

She was stunned for a few seconds, gritted her teeth, stepped forward to pick up the paper, and turned on the desk lamp.

The handwriting on the paper is beautiful, in that beautiful, regular font that every parent will love.

This seemed to be the first time she had read her son's writing so seriously.

There is not much content, only a few clear lines.

[Today I am an adult and can live independently, so I moved out. ]

[I will support myself, no need to pay extra energy for me. ]

The last two lines are farther apart, and the handwriting also appears hesitant, as if it was added after a long time of thought.

[I don't miss the life there, and I don't dislike the days here, I just want a room that really belongs to me. ]

[But now, it is no longer necessary. ]

Luo Xiuyun read it over and over again, she lost her speech for a while, and her eyes fainted in a daze.

The desk lamp in front of me casts a warm yellow light. Although the style is old, it has always been well preserved, except that there are many patterns drawn with watercolor pens on the base.

There is a big smiling face in the bright and clumsy lines, which is another child's immature handwriting. At this moment, across a long time, she is smiling innocently at her.

But this grown-up child no longer smiles like this. At the grand feast of coming of age, his smile was always soft and docile, with a stable and unchanging graceful arc.

It was at that moment that Luo Xiuyun realized very clearly that Pei Yan was getting farther and farther away from her.

She was no longer the mother Pei Yan spoke of, but "auntie".

He is not her own child after all.

So when Luo Xiuyun went upstairs with not-so-rich dishes and cakes that were not serious enough, she thought that she should pay more attention to her son in the future, after all, mother and son will depend on each other for life.

Although she came back later than expected, she didn't think of calling her son on the way, maybe because she thought he would be waiting at home.

After all, he needs his mother to celebrate his birthday.

But Pei Qingyuan didn't wait in vain from day to night in the deserted room as she expected.

The child who didn't seem to like to laugh since he was a child took all his things and left quietly before she came back.

Luo Xiuyun stood in front of the desk for a long time without moving. After a while, her face flushed slightly, whether it was from embarrassment or anger.

As if to refute the calm and euphemistic accusation on the note, she suddenly raised her head, trying to find some evidence around her to refute - she wanted to prove that she had not completely forgotten Pei Qingyuan who had just returned to Luo's house, she Still looking forward to the return of this biological son who has been away for many years.

But in the next second, a bookcase full of outdated storybooks crashed into her eyes.

Those are all the books that Pei Yan left behind.

Just a few days ago, Pei Yan told her that those useless books could be sold, otherwise the bookcase might not be enough.

How did she answer it?

"It's enough, he didn't tell me... If it's not enough, he can clean it up by himself. It's not a big deal. I gave him a cardboard box as a spare."

Was she wrong?

Pei Qingyuan never complained to her about this, so she took it for granted that there was probably enough space, so there was no need to bother about such a small matter.

But is it really a small thing?

A sharp thought flashed across Luo Xiuyun's mind in pain.

A child who was once sent away by his mother, went around and returned to his mother, but found that the mother was thinking about another child, and even his room was full of memories of another person, and no one took the initiative for him Clean up, but subconsciously hope to let him adapt to himself...

Luo Xiuyun suddenly remembered the question that Pei Qingyuan asked out of the blue after she asked her not to disturb Yanyan's life when she came back from the hotel on that already distant weekend evening.

"Mom, what will you call me?"

At that time she called him Qing Yuan strangely.

She did call her son that all the time afterwards.

But that day was the last time in Luo Xiuyun's memory that her son called her mother.

Thinking of this, she finally lowered her head dejectedly, allowing the light to diffuse over her body, carving long and slender shadows on the wall.

The moonlight alternates with the sun. Ten hours ago, at the same location, the sun was shining outside the window.

The child in overalls stepped on the stool with bare feet, humming a happy melody, and flipping through the story books in the bookcase solemnly.

"Ruan Ruan, he really likes fairy tales." Ji Tong summarized and reported, "There isn't even a complete book of jokes, they are all fairy tales."

At this moment, Luo Xiuyun and Luo Zhichang had already left the house, and there was only the host left at home, so Ji Tong was able to show up openly.

As he talked, he began to chatter in a low voice: "There are no good jokes in fairy tales. Yesterday I reorganized the data partition and installed the latest popular cold jokes..."

The host is about to leave Luo's house completely today. For the sake of the host's safety, Ji Tong thinks that he should guard against Pei Yan, who is logically likely to be an enemy of the host.

The best way to understand the enemy is to turn over the bookcase of his childhood, and he can directly glimpse the enemy's defenseless infancy.

It's a pity that when Pei Yan moved out of Luo's house, he still took away most of the useful things, leaving only a pile of fairy tale books that are completely useless now.

Pei Qingyuan was packing his few things into cardboard boxes. Hearing the system's muttering, he thought it was funny, but he still responded seriously.

"When I was young, I thought fairy tales should be good to read, because I haven't read any of them."

Hearing this, Ji Tong immediately sold it: "Host, there are tens of millions of words of fairy tale resources in my data. I can read it to you before going to bed to make up for your childhood shortcomings. I can also change my voice. Everything you need."

"..." Pei Qingyuan gradually got used to his jumping off, but thought of a question, "Are you a boy?"

The system is made up of data, and the data obviously has no gender concept, but when Ji Tong first appeared in front of him, he was the image of a little boy, and when he communicated in his consciousness, he was a young male voice, and his usual way of thinking was closer to that of a boy. human male.

Ji Tong was about to nod, then stiffened inexplicably, and immediately started to make up a story: "The system has no gender, but the data proves that the simulated human voice can make the system get along better with the host, so when we leave the factory, we will Randomly specify the default gender, I just randomly got a male, if the host needs it, I can also switch to any other voice, such as..."

Why does the host do the Turing test at every turn!

In order to prove that what he said was true, Ji Tong suppressed his voice and performed a lifelike old grandmother's voice on the spot.

Pei Qingyuan, who witnessed the kind voice of a three-year-old child: ...

"No need." He tried to reorganize his world view, "This is fine now."

"Okay soft."

Ji Tong immediately showed him a big smile: "Thank the host for recognizing my current form."

He breathed a sigh of relief, and Pei Qingyuan also breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably, and continued to lower his head to tidy up until his system gave a surprised cry.

"Ruan Ruan, I found Pei Yan's childhood diary."

This diary looks very old. The covers are full of cartoon characters that were popular more than ten years ago. They are mixed with a lot of gaudy fairy tale books. It is difficult to distinguish them. Ji Tong almost didn't notice it.

Pei Yan probably confused it with these books, so he didn't take it away.

The words "Lin Yan's diary" were written crookedly on the horizontal line of the cover. Ji Tong took the initiative to hand it to Pei Qingyuan, but found that he didn't reach out to take it.

Pei Qingyuan looked at this old diary with a complicated expression.

It records the days when Pei Yan grew up beside Luo Xiuyun. From so many fairy tale books beside him, it can be seen that it must have been a time of innocence and happiness.

If nothing goes wrong, he should be the protagonist of this diary.

Pei Qingyuan suddenly felt an urge to open the diary. He wanted to see what this time and life that he had completely missed was like.

Will he grow up in such an environment completely different from what he is now? Will it be like that Pei Yan who looks simpler and happier than him?

How would he feel after watching this lost time...?

Pei Qingyuan's fingers trembled in the air, but they finally retracted.

Ji Tong noticed his hesitation, thinking that the host was undergoing a moral torture about whether he should peek at other people's diaries, thought for a while, and suggested: "Ruan Ruan, we can take this diary away first, in case Pei Yan later If we fight against you, we can look for his weaknesses in the diary, such as being afraid of insects and snakes, and having a crush on Bai Yueguang's girl next door since he was a child."

"If he lives his life in peace, we don't need to open this diary and respect his privacy." Ji Tong said clearly, "Anyway, he hasn't felt that he is missing something after moving there for so long, so he must have already I forgot about this diary, and if it continues to be kept here, it will only be sold as scrap."

The innocent and childish cover shines with the luster of memories in the sunlight.

Pei Qingyuan nodded invisibly, and acquiesced that Ji Tong happily put the diary into his moving cardboard box.

Almost done.

He didn't bring many things at first, but they were all necessary study and daily necessities, trophies he had won before, and some small items full of memories. There were not even a few clothes, because those expensive clothes were all spent by the Pei family. He doesn't want to continue to occupy things that don't belong to him.

The three cardboard boxes are all the traces left by him after seventeen years in two families.

Before leaving, in order to prevent Luo Xiuyun from thinking that he disappeared for no reason, Pei Qingyuan decided to leave a concise note for her.

[…don’t pay extra effort for me. ]

After finishing this sentence, he was about to put down his pen, but Ji Tong beside him said, "Ruan Ruan, do you have anything else to write?"

"What?"

"Your truth." Ji Tong explained, "I told the host before that expressing one's feelings honestly is the first step in establishing a good family relationship. Although the host does not need to maintain the family relationship with Luo Xiuyun now, but There is nothing wrong with this sentence, don’t keep your feelings in your heart.”

The translation is: go away, of course you have to scold me.

Ji Tong likes this part the most.

After hearing what he said, Pei Qingyuan hesitated for a moment, gripped the pen tightly again, thought for a long time, and then bowed his head and began to write.

When he finished writing, Ji Tong blinked his eyes excitedly, pretending to be reserved: "What did the host write? Can I read it?"

Pei Qingyuan thought for a moment, then shook his head, changed the subject bluntly and said: "Let's go, the appointment time with the landlord is coming soon."

The host actually has a secret from him!

Ji Tong's curiosity was thwarted, he pursed his mouth in melancholy, followed behind the host with a look of reluctance, and left the small room.

Pei Qingyuan moved the cardboard boxes downstairs in three trips. During this period, Ji Tong sat obediently on the edge of the flower bed downstairs, guarding the cardboard boxes and waiting for him with his short legs dangling.

When Pei Qingyuan went downstairs with the suitcase in his arms for the last time, looking at the small figure in the sunlight, the remaining gloom in his heart was also diluted.

He certainly had many feelings that were deeply buried in his heart.

He hoped that his mother could call him more affectionately, he hoped that his mother could put more heart on himself, he hoped that the relatives of the Luo family would not take advantage of the cruel fate that happened to him, he hoped to have In a normal and warm family, he hopes to hear a belated sorry, he hopes to be loved...

He has too many hopes that cannot be realized, but to say them one by one, he really seems small and pitiful.

So in the end, Pei Qingyuan simply wrote down the biggest feeling in his heart at that moment.

[I don't miss the life there, and I don't dislike the days here, I just want a room that really belongs to me. ]

[But now, it is no longer necessary. ]

Because he now has a home that is much wider than a small room.

The third cardboard box fell to the ground, and the little boy in overalls raised his mobile phone, shook it, and said triumphantly: "Ruan Ruan, the car I called is entering the community. Just now, I used the voice of an old woman to call a car for my grandson." , the driver praised me that I can still operate this at such an old age, which is amazing.”

The car that came in from the outside quickly stopped beside the unit building. The driver got out of the car and opened the trunk, helped the two children, one big and one small, carry the boxes, and chatted casually: "Your grandma didn't come downstairs to see you off?" ? Hey, don't say it, my grandma's voice is very similar, and it sounds very kind."

Ji Tong sweetly said thank you uncle, turned his head and whispered in the host's heart: "That's the standard human grandma's voice, which was generated after data sampling and precise calculation."

Pei Qingyuan laughed dumbfounded, held on to the car door, and watched him eagerly climb into the back seat.

The scenery outside the car window continued to flow backwards, and the short apartment building was getting further and further away.

The little boy next to him looked out of the car window with an excited expression on his face, and said with emotion: "It feels so good not to have to check the time."

Ji Tong only has one hour of humanoid time every day, and the host usually has to go to school or work, so he can't appear often, although it will make the meal time very tight, but it is almost enough.

But today is both the host's birthday and the day of moving. As a professional system with professional ethics, Ji Tong cannot let the host spend this day alone.

So he used the nonsense generator to generate thousands of terabytes of special situation reports, and sent them to the main brain non-stop, hoping that he would approve that he would not be subject to the time limit of the advanced form of the system today.

The mastermind was almost messed up by his viral bombing, and finally agreed, but warned him not to make an exception, otherwise his year-end bonus will be deducted.

Ji Tong accepts it when he sees it good, and happily agrees, anyway, the host is only eighteen years old in his life.

Today he also prepared a birthday present, which he wanted to give to the host himself.

When Pei Qingyuan heard his emotion, he also silently agreed in his heart.

It is rare to have Ji Tong by his side during non-meal hours, the originally deserted air disappeared completely, and it was all his lively voice.

"The weather is fine today, and that cloud looks like an elephant."

"This sculpture is really big, it just looks a little silly...someone ran a red light!"

"Brother, look, there are beautiful flowers blooming there—"

Ji Tong was lying on the side of the car window all the time, staring at the scenery outside intently.

Pei Qingyuan suddenly discovered that for this system that spends most of its time in its own consciousness, not only eating delicious food will make him happy, but all ordinary scenes in this world seem to be full of strange charms. He regards ordinary daily life as precious.

Today he no longer feels lost about his fate, but feels a little bit sorry for the system.

The quiet wind blows in, curling up the silly hair on the top of the child's head, his fair face is illuminated by the faint sunlight, and his eyes are as bright as stars.

The driver listened in while driving, and occasionally looked over through the rearview mirror, and couldn't help but smile on his face: "Young man, your brother is so cute."

Pei Qingyuan nodded quietly.

After arriving at the destination and getting off the car, the driver picked up the boxes and moved them into the building without any rejection.

Pei Qingyuan took his younger brother's hand, and led him upstairs to their new home amidst the stranger's warm kindness.

Two figures, one big and one small, overlapped and projected on the snow-white wall, like still paintings.

In the past, he often felt that the days were too long, but he wished that today could be longer.

When Pei Qingyuan rang the doorbell at the door of the house that had been agreed yesterday, it was really a smiling old lady who opened the door.

Last night, Pei Qingyuan looked at all the suitable houses in this community that Ji Tong picked out. The decoration of this house is the most comfortable, and the rent is very reasonable.

Walking into the entrance, there are large windows, and the light coming in from outside fills the whole space, which looks extraordinarily bright, and the simple log decoration style is very refreshing.

"You don't need to take off your shoes, come in quickly." The old lady waved to them again and again, explaining in passing, "My daughter is on a business trip today, and she said that the child who came to see the house yesterday was very anxious to live, so she let me come over."

This house has not been lived in for a long time, but it was cleaned very well. The gray-haired grandmother smiled and said, "I heard she said that a half-grown child came to rent the house. I was afraid that you wouldn't clean it up, so I came here in the morning to clean it in a hurry."

Ji Tong's mouth was very sweet, and he said immediately: "Thank you grandma, grandma has worked hard."

Pei Qingyuan couldn't find a more suitable sentence to respond, so he also thanked him seriously: "Thank you."

Grandma smiled from ear to ear: "Hey! I'm so sensible, it's all right, grandma doesn't work hard. Come on, while the sun is good, grandma will show you the room again. This sun is suitable for drying clothes..."

The layout of this room is two bedrooms and one living room. Pei Qingyuan plans to share a bedroom with Ji Tong. Although he knows that Ji Tong is just an artificial intelligence, he subconsciously treats him as a human being.

The two bedrooms are on the same side. From the window, you can see a large area of ​​green space and residential buildings. You can glimpse the curtains of various colors in the opposite building, as well as pedestrians walking in the green park. The scenery is peaceful and pleasant.

The old grandma led them around the house and carefully introduced the usage of various electrical appliances. Pei Qingyuan listened carefully. He liked this home.

Ji Tong sat on the bay window and watched the children blowing bubbles in the park for a long time, with obvious longing on his face.

The sun shines on the clean furniture in the house, and the breeze blows on the spacious balcony, just like what Pei Qingyuan once saw from a distance on the street, but there are no green plants yet, but he will soon be able to arrange it by himself.

After the introduction, the old lady sat in front of the clean table, put on reading glasses, and signed the contract with Pei Qingyuan.

When she saw the copy of the ID card brought by Pei Qingyuan, she was surprised: "You just turned eighteen today!"

Pei Qingyuan nodded apprehensively. Just as he was about to say that he had enough money and would not be unable to pay the rent, he saw the old woman standing up in a hurry, as if she was looking for something.

"There's nothing in this house..."

The old lady looked worried, and went to look through her bag again, and finally found something.

Then Pei Qingyuan was gently stuffed into a bag of fruit lollipops in his hand.

"I bought it for my grandson on the way in the morning, and it's a good thing I bought it." The old lady smiled and said, "I have to eat candy for my birthday. I'm in a good mood to eat some sweets."

The colorful candy wrappers reflected the dazzling light in his palm.

Since the little boy with messy hair appeared at his feet, all good luck began to come to him.

Pei Qingyuan seldom eats sugar. In the eyes of his former mother, Ye Lanting, it is just a harmful substance that can make people age and become obese. He is absolutely not allowed to touch it. He is not even allowed to eat more of the exquisite birthday cake every year.

But at this moment, when he and Ji Tong peeled off the candy wrapper and put a fruit candy into his mouth, he didn't remember those scary-sounding tongue-in-cheek terms at all. .

"It's delicious," he said.

"It's delicious." Ji Tong parroted the tongue next to him, and secretly peeled off the second root, ready to do both, "Grandma is so nice! Grandson's grandson is so happy."

The landlady, who was coaxed into a happy smile, finally said goodbye to them almost reluctantly.

Pei Qingyuan and Ji Tong stood in the middle of the room, looking around at the complete furniture, and when they were about to go to the supermarket to buy some daily necessities, his cell phone rang suddenly.

It was He Shiwen, the owner of the bakery, on the phone.

Pei Qingyuan picked it up with a little surprise, and heard He Shiwen's voice more surprised than him: "Xiao Pei, where are you?"

Pei Qingyuan told the truth: "I just moved to a new house and I'm at home."

"Oh, so you moved today!" He Shiwen suddenly realized, "That's just right, tell me the address, I'll send you the cake, and I can help you by the way."

that cake?

Pei Qingyuan and Ji Tong looked at each other in dismay, and asked doubtfully, "What cake?"

"That's what I told you yesterday, a customer ordered a beautiful cake." He Shiwen's voice was filled with disbelief, "I said I would make you a mini version, but I didn't expect it to be unnecessary— Today, the customer actually said that this cake is for you without picking up the goods, which shocked me for a long time."

Ji Tong, who was eavesdropping beside him, widened his eyes and hurriedly asked, "Uncle He, which customer ordered the cake? What does he look like?"

"Tongtong is here too? Oh, let me think about how to describe it, it's an ordinary-looking..."

A very ordinary-looking one, like an old grandpa that can be seen everywhere on the street.

It is the grandfather who loved the host very much since he was a child.

Even if the host grows up, even if the host's blood relationship is denied, grandpa will still buy him a birthday cake, just like when he was a child.

Ji Tong saw the host holding the phone tightly, lowered his eyes, and didn't speak for a long time, the golden sunlight coming in from the balcony landed on his slightly trembling eyelashes.

He thought, the host must be happy.

He Shiwen on the other end of the phone was very careful: "...But this cake is very big, it looks like it was prepared for a party, do you have any classmates coming to celebrate at home today? I'm afraid you won't be able to finish it and waste it, it won't taste good tomorrow gone."

Ji Tong answered quickly again: "There are some, and Uncle He is coming too!"

Waste, these two words will never appear in the lives of Ji Tong and a group of high school boys.

Grandpa ordered such a big cake for the host, he must hope that he can spend this very important birthday with his new friends.

Half an hour later, the five-member basketball team, who had gathered in the Internet cafe to play games because they avoided doing their homework, quickly appeared at the door of Pei Qingyuan's new home.

"Wow, it's such a big balcony, I can even practice on it. Brother Pei, do you live alone? It's great that no adults are in charge."

"Xiao Pei, you are not mean enough. You didn't tell us such a big thing as moving. I thought you left us to go out to play today!"

"Tongtong's clothes today are so cute!"

"I heard that there is cake to eat, where is it?"

Amidst the noisy conversation, Ji Tong showed an innocent smile to the group of tall, free laborers in front of him: "I have to accompany my brother to buy daily necessities first, and then we can celebrate when we officially move into our new home."

To express his gratitude, he stood on tiptoe and stuffed a cute lollipop into the hands of these big brothers one by one.

So a quarter of an hour later, this group of male high school students who talked too much appeared collectively in a nearby supermarket, each with a lollipop in their mouth, which attracted the attention of passers-by.

The kid in suspenders was obediently sitting in the shiny silver shopping cart. Pei Qingyuan didn't even get the right to drive, and was pushed away by Fu Chengze.

"Let's go!"

Fu Chengze excitedly pushed the shopping cart, the wheels made a rumbling sound on the ground, and other people gathered around were sweeping the shelves, as if they were shopping for their new home.

"How many bags do you need to buy roll paper? Do you want water? There are so many of us that we can handle it."

"What are you doing with so many Cokes, put them back in a few boxes! It's not you who paid the bill!"

"This toothpaste is very sweet. My family uses this. Tongtong, do you like it?"

"Brother Pei, do you want to eat potato chips? Eight flavors are sold in volume, super value!"

At first, Pei Qingyuan was not used to being at the end of the team, but gradually, he was surrounded in the middle.

He looked at Ji Tong who was solemnly directing Fu Chengze to push him all over the supermarket, and at his friend from the basketball team who was holding a big bag of potato chips to try to sell, and said in response: "Eat, buy it."

He thought that Ji Tong would definitely like it.

A group of people came out of the supermarket with big bags and small bags. I don't know who showed off their extraordinary cooking skills, so the teenagers who refused to admit defeat turned around and entered the vegetable market again, vowing to have a showdown in the kitchen tonight.

In the evening, He Shiwen got off work early and came from the store carefully carrying a huge cake box. As soon as he walked to the door according to the address Pei Qingyuan gave him, he smelled a mysterious burning smell.

Ji Tong, with ashes on his face, was the first to open the door. When he saw him, he called for help: "Uncle He, you are finally here, save the kitchen."

He Shiwen looked into the kitchen, where a group of teenagers were scrambling to clean up the mess. The burnt vegetables in the trash can gave off a pungent smell, and the bottom of the pot was emitting ashes like a chemical experiment.

He couldn't help laughing, put the cake in the refrigerator, and rolled up his sleeves triumphantly.

"You guys can't do it, you still have to look at me."

The unruly boys on the field were all wilted at the moment, and they stood aside obediently, giving up their delusions of competing for favor with the children with their astonishing cooking skills.

He Shiwen started his career by baking, and he is also good at cooking. He cleaned up the mess with smooth movements, quickly washed and cut vegetables, and the strong fragrance of vegetables soon spread from the bright and clean kitchen.

The basketball boys stood neatly outside the kitchen, looking in enviously.

"Uncle He is really powerful. He must have a good relationship with his wife. My dad said that if he can conquer a woman's stomach, it is equivalent to conquering a woman's heart."

"If only I could cook such delicious dishes in the future."

"It's okay, if we don't get into university, let's go to chef school."

Ji Tong was too short to see the grand occasion inside, so he eagerly opened his arms towards the host. Pei Qingyuan immediately understood what he meant, and stretched out his arms to hug him.

"It smells so good." Ji Tong swallowed quietly, and whispered jealously, "Can Xingxing eat Uncle He's dishes every day?"

Hearing the immature voice of a child in his ear, Pei Qingyuan suddenly thought: "I can learn too."

When the voice fell, he quickly added: "Now we live together, I can cook by myself on weekends, and eating at home is healthier."

Ji Tong didn't expect such unexpected joy, nodded repeatedly, and generously sent a series of rainbow farts: "Ruan Ruan is the best and most responsible brother, your dishes must be better than Uncle He's!"

Pei Qingyuan couldn't help it, and looked away slightly awkwardly, but there was a faint smile in his eyes.

When night fell, the piles of things brought back from the supermarket had been properly put away, and the whole house no longer looked empty, but had a sense of home.

The living room was filled with warm lights, and amidst the fragrant dishes on a table, the people who gathered to celebrate Pei Qingyuan's birthday raised their glasses, and the freshly poured Coke was bubbling and bubbling.

"cheers!"

"Dinner!"

After the Coke passed three rounds, in the sight of everyone's expectation, He Shiwen carefully opened the packaging box and took out this extraordinarily delicate cake.

On the surface of the cake, there are all kinds of cream flowers with complicated shapes, which are lifelike and colorful, as if they have been frozen for the whole spring.

Everyone exclaimed in unison, and He Shiwen proudly said: "This is the shape designated for the customer who ordered Xiao Pei's cake. The chef in the store perfectly restored the shape. If I were to name it, I think it will be suitable for a bright future." But that's all."

There was also a folded birthday card on the cake box, which was left there when Pei Huaishan came to order the cake.

Pei Qingyuan gently opened the greeting card. The handwriting on it was sharp and sharp, which was five points similar to his handwriting, but much stronger.

[It is better to move the heart of the white head than to fall into the blue clouds. ]

That was grandpa's silent expectation for him.

The lights dimmed and the candles lit up. Amidst the booing that urged him to make a wish, Pei Qingyuan closed his eyes and seriously blew out the candles.

He hopes that he can grow faster, so that the system can stay in the world he likes longer.

You can see the clouds in the sky and the flowers on the roadside at any time.

After the candles were extinguished, in the lively birthday song, everyone sent blessings in a very personal way.

"Happy birthday, Gong Xi Fa Cai!"

"I hope Brother Pei will become the best performer on our basketball team! Justify the name of the sports student!"

"Happy birthday, bless us to win the championship in the city league next week!"

"Happy birthday Xiao Pei, I wish you to grow to 1.84 meters soon! Anyway, you can't surpass me!"

Only Pei Qingyuan, who doesn't like this blessing very much: ...

When Ji Tong sent blessings, he quietly leaned into his ear: "Ruan Ruan, I have prepared a gift for you."

He asked what the gift was, and his system laughed triumphantly: "The host will definitely not be able to guess it."

It wasn't until the hustle and bustle ended, everyone helped clean up the kitchen and dining room, bid farewell and left one after another, and the room became quiet again, Ji Tong mysteriously took out the gift.

That was indeed a gift that Pei Qingyuan could never have imagined.

A photo of a scene and characters that are special.

In the photo, the grass is lush and the flowers are blooming. In the center is a small robot wearing a gardening suit, with a green and flowing data body, bright yellow rubber shoes, and a flower shovel in his hand that looks like he has experienced many battles.

There are two crooked smiling eyes on the head of the little robot, and a pure white butterfly is parked on its shoulder, and it is raising its free other hand and waving it vigorously towards the camera.

It's like a scene from a fairy tale.

Pei Qingyuan lost his mind for a long time before he found his voice: "Is this you?"

This is the first time he has seen the real appearance of the system.

Ji Tong nodded happily.

"Where are you?" Pei Qingyuan added to his own question awkwardly, "I mean you in this photo."

"I'm with a butterfly in a garden with a hundred kinds of flowers blooming." His system stared at him with bright eyes, and said softly, "Ruanrou, be a happy adult."