I have a cub that escapes the boss

On the way back to Meiyuan, Zhong Xin's footsteps were light and quiet, like a shadow, hanging behind Ji Hanchuan and Shao You.

Ji Hanchuan thought about some things in the checkpoint.Zhong Xin's screams and struggles gave him a headache when he thought about them now.He doesn't mind dealing with "wicked people", but like Zhong Xin, it seems that he is more "stupid", which is really unappetizing.

He showed no expression, looked ahead, stepped forward, and moved forward.After walking for a while, Shao You turned his head to look at Ji Hanchuan's profile.His eyes traced his boyfriend's facial features bit by bit, from the forehead, to the eyebrows, and then down to the lips and chin—for a moment, Ji Hanchuan felt that Shao You was going to kiss him.He was mentally prepared and knew that this "kiss" would at best just relieve his exhaustion.But in the end, Shao You didn't kiss him.

Until the plum garden downstairs.

When he was about to enter the building, Ji Hanchuan stopped and took a look at Shao You.

He means a lot.

Instead, Shao You smiled innocently, and squeezed Ji Hanchuan's shoulder.

Ji Hanchuan's gloomy mood suddenly improved a lot at this moment.The corners of his lips curled up a little, his steps were light and fast, he went upstairs and went home.

Ning Ning took Zhong Xin and the infant ghost to Zhong Xin's residence during this time.

She was distressed.Until now, the kid still couldn't see her, and needed something with special meaning.But judging by Zhong Xin's state, and the little ghost's half-dead appearance, I'm afraid it's far away.

Ning Ning carried him to the sofa, sat on the side by herself, and sighed melancholy.

She still took out her computer and asked in the group that gathered the painter, Woolf and others, what suggestions did she have for the kid's future.

Among this group of people, Guo Xiaolu has the most experience in raising children.It's a pity that although Nan Nan she faces is weak, often has a fever, and will have accidents if she gets wet in the rain, but in the final analysis, she is still an ordinary child.As for the baby ghost on Ningning's side, after hearing the situation, she felt helpless.

Cheng Juan is simple and rude: beat until you are convinced.

Guo Xiaolu tried to correct Cheng Juan's thinking: It can't be like this, after all, Ningning still has a purpose.

The painter's self-requirement for cooking has been raised to a higher level.During this period of time, he felt more and more that this was an interesting thing.Especially, in the city where the rain is pouring down, the outside winds, lightning, and ghosts walking at night, the players flee in a hurry... Only his and Jiang Lin's home is lit with a soft light.

This makes the painter feel very happy.

He was busy in the kitchen, Jiang Lin glanced at the computer screen, sat down, and typed: This child is still a blank piece of paper, whatever color you paint on it, he will become what he is.So Ningning, be patient, how long do you have?

Ning Ning rested her chin on one hand.

The computer's fluorescent light reflected the girl's face.From the perspective of others, this room is silent, only a woman is sitting on the sofa.From the baby ghost's point of view, there are only two people in the room, he and his mother.Although strange things come over from time to time, pinch his cheeks, or simply rub his hair, but in the final analysis, it is still only him and his mother.

It is difficult for the baby ghost to think about what is next to it.It is a little scared, but also has an instinct, thinking that the other party will not hurt itself.The most important thing is that it managed to cling to Zhong Xin as much as possible.In the place in front that was full of disinfectant, the mother's emotions were very intense, and she clearly hated it, which made the baby ghost very sad, and there was a small outbreak.It still doesn't know "regret" very well, and doesn't know whether its actions are right or wrong.It likes... maybe it likes the quiet mother now.

But in Ningning's view, there is another self here.

She leaned back a little.The sofa sank, and the baby ghost looked over in confusion.Ning Ning noticed its gaze, smiled lightly, and stretched out her hand again, kneading the baby ghost's cheek.In the level, the baby ghost makes the players and NPC students terrified.But from Ning Ning's point of view, no matter from what point of view, this is indeed a "little child".

She replied to Jiang Lin: six months.

Jiang Lin: How far can it grow?

Ning Ning fell into deep thought.

She turned to Woolf: @Woolf, how is the Martin you cloned growing fast?

It took Woolf a while before he appeared in the group.He seemed displeased with Ningning's statement, and retorted first: That's Martin!

Here's Woolf's latest progress.

To start the No.17 AG show, you need to move forward with time, it's very simple.But going back to the past, the eighth AG show, when Martin was still alive, was a bit difficult.

Woolf knew that, in theory, of course all this was possible.Ning Ning said that in that long river of nothingness, the concept of "time" does not actually exist.He also discovered it himself. From the information of several people in the group, the time experienced by everyone is not equal.During the same period of time, Cheng Juan had started seven or eight games, but the artist was still stuck in a rainy night.

But the wait was still too much.

So Woolf took a shortcut.

If there is such a person, he has Martin's appearance, Martin's voice, and even... has Martin's memory.

Then of course he is Martin.

At least "one of" Martin.

Others in the group were noncommittal about Woolf's approach.Cheng Juan complained to Ningning in private, saying, "Of course I know that mothers in every world are mothers, but if I create a mother myself, it's not a mother, right?"

Ning Ning calmly: "I don't know, I don't have a 'mother'..."

Cheng Juan: "It's the same as 'Dad'."

When the two girls chatted, they would be under the big tree at the entrance of the village, on the eaves of the ancestral hall, or in the yard of Aunt Fang's house.The summer night is slightly cool, and the mosquitoes "buzz" and flap their wings.Cheng Juan liked this feeling very much. When she was speaking, she grabbed a handful of soil from the side and sprinkled her fingers on it twice, and water droplets mixed in.The lump of soil turned into mud, and she pinched it into a clay figurine.Finally, Cheng Juan put it on the table and watched the clay figurine move around.

Walking, walking, it gradually took on the appearance of a human being, a shrunken Aunt Fang.She walked to the homework book in front of Cheng Juan to check whether her homework was correct.After looking at it for a while, I felt a little sad again, looked up at Cheng Juan, and said, "Juan'er, your homework, mom can't understand it! Mom hasn't studied for a few days, not as good as my daughter, she has a bright mind."

After hearing this, Cheng Juan sighed, raised her hand, and pushed the villain down from the top of her head, and the villain became a handful of dirt again.

She said to Ning Ning, "That's it."

Ningning was silent.

Cheng Juan: "Aren't you going to stop him?"

Ning Ning thought about it and said, "Martin is fake, but Woolf wasn't 'real' in the first place."

Cheng Juan listened, confused, and blinked.

They didn't talk for long on the subject.In fact, Ning Ning also knew that the painter, Jiang Lin, and Guo Xiaolu, these "adults" who lived at the same time as their father, also had complaints about Woolf's approach.She looked at all this, confused and curious, and she would think, because these people are "real" existences, and Woolf and I are the same "false"... Hanchuan's father and Shaoyou's father are "real", so I There are also some "truths", but for Woolf, the most important person is also "fake".

She felt that there was no need to say anything more.

So speaking to Woolf, Ning Ning: Well, so how much energy does he need to grow?

Woolf sent her a formula.

Ning Ning looked at it for a while, and found that there are many factors affecting it: the number of players, game time, and most importantly, what is the direction of "growth" that he hopes to grow-if he just grows up in an ordinary way, then it doesn't need much energy.But Woolf hopes that Martin can accompany him, not just in a separate world, but to make Martin become the same existence as himself. He is willing to let his brother become the "Him" in another AG show world, which requires some effort up.

At least, at least, there will be an AG show that lasts for a whole year.

After Ning Ning finished reading, she turned her gaze to the baby ghost next to her.

Up to now, this kid has no name.Zhong Xin was happy and called it "Baby".When you are angry, you don't have a name, and you think the baby ghost is troublesome, and you bother yourself too much.Ning Ning looked at it for a while and said, "Shall I give you a name?"

The baby ghost made no sound.

It still couldn't hear Ning Ning's words.

No, Ningning was just thinking about it at first, and didn't mean to hope that the baby ghost would respond.She thought about it and said, "Your biological father is Tao Meng, but you hate him very much now...but after a while, when you grow up, will you also dislike Zhong Xin?"

After all, it longed for Zhong Xin's love, but Zhong Xin never loved it from the beginning to the end.

This made Ningning a little distressed.

She has not yet realized that at this moment, her thoughts are already very much like "human beings".

Ning Ning turned her head and glanced not far away, where Ji Hanchuan and Shao You lived in the apartment.She still can't understand the "privacy" that Dad needs, but understanding and "doing it" are two different things.If Hanchuan's father and Shaoyou's father need it, then she can become more independent.After all, she has many places to go now, whether it is Shanhuai Village, lying in the courtyard with Xiaojuan and counting the stars.Or Xinxin Hotel, when other players were screaming in horror, Guo Xiaolu asked Guo Xiaolu to open a back door for herself and leave an empty room.Or in Guangcheng, in the pouring rain, the painter left the house next door where the players once lived for a short time, to the student Ning Ning.

Ning Ning was talking to herself.

She said: "I'm 'Ningning'...I don't have a 'surname' either, but whether it's 'Shao Ningning' or 'Ji Ningning', it should be fine."

This thought made her a little less obvious, but real, excited, as if she had a surname, and she could get closer to her two fathers.

Ning Ning's thoughts cleared up.

She lifted the baby ghost from Zhong Xin's arms.Immediately, the baby ghost lost his support, looked around blankly, and then started crying, stretching out his hand to Zhong Xin, wanting to be hugged by his mother.It's a pity that it really couldn't break free from Ning Ning, and in the end it could only be aggrieved by Ning Ning's arms, hanging in the air.Ning Ning is serious, it is the first time to name something else, and she is a little unspeakably excited.She coughed and said, "Dad wants me to be safe, so he calls me 'Ningning'. And you, do you want to be called 'Pingping' or 'An'an'."

Listening, the baby ghost pursed its mouth and cried louder.

Ning Ning said: "If you react to 'An'an', then call it 'An'an'." After a pause, "As for the surname, or whether you want a surname, you can decide for yourself when you grow up."

When she finished speaking, she suddenly felt something was wrong.

Between myself and this baby ghost...

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