Tigers ban coveting

Duan Yongnian was almost choked to death, he recalled the conversation just now, he didn't know how to turn left and right, and he turned to this result.

This child's brain circuit has never been normal.

He tapped the draft paper and said angrily: "Who made you enthusiastic? Is that what I mean?"

"You just said that I was indifferent, heartless, and a good boy knows his mistakes and can correct them." Duan Wuxin turned his pen around, with a serious expression on his face.

He saw his old father's expression turn red and then green, and he didn't know what he said wrong.

After thinking about it carefully, he is actually not indifferent to Ling Junhan.

It's just that now that he has become a human being, he can't help lick their fur like other animals in the endangered museum.

Holding the bag, Ling Junhan glanced at the draft paper on the table, neither entering nor leaving.

Standing at the door, he is tall and tall, like a door god.

Duan Yongnian turned his head abruptly, and when he saw someone appearing, he immediately fell silent.

After all, stabbing a knife in the back is not a righteous way.

He vaguely changed the subject, "Xinxin, do you know why those two lions were injured?"

"Which two?"

"Just keep the two males locked together."

Duan Wuxin recalled it for a while, and said with a disgusted expression, "Oh, didn't they two always get together before?"

Those two lions were so disgusting that they lay down together and rode around every day.

Every time she walks past their park, Duan Wuxin hides far away.

Duan Yongnian finally got the educational materials, and said solemnly, "Yeah, the two of them were in a relationship before, but recently they broke up, beat each other, and both were seriously injured. You see, there is no good end to being gay."

"What do you mean by being gay?" In a passage, Duan Wuxin caught the point precisely.

Duan Yongnian coughed, and explained: "It means that two men are together. All in all, if a same-sex relationship is competitive, it will end in domestic violence."

Duan Wuxin let out an ooh, and lazily raised his eyelids, "Just say you're her boyfriend, I still understand that."

In the past, occasionally someone would make a wish in the barrage, so why hurry up and find a boyfriend or girlfriend.

Although he doesn't know what's the use of looking for it, human beings may be very boring, so he must find someone to be with him.

Hearing the reply, Ling Junhan raised his eyebrows slightly, and knew his boyfriend.

Slightly less enlightened than he imagined.

"Yeah, if it finds a gentle girlfriend, it won't get hurt. You see, the two have turned against each other, and their legs have been bitten off." Duan Yongnian hammered the table with his fist, saying every word, "This is , a lesson from the past."

Duan Wuxin's left ear went in and out of his right ear, and he made two perfunctory hums.

After finishing the education, Duan Yongnian is very satisfied with today's indoctrination.

He glanced sideways at Ling Junhan, and blinked as a warning.

Ling Junhan handed over the gift with downcast eyes, and said with a suppressed smile, "I don't know what you like, so I bought supplements and red wine. It's a bit clichéd, don't mind."

Being short-handed, Duan Yongnian didn't say anything unpleasant, so he could only pick it up by sticking his neck out.

He scanned the two of them back and forth several times before saying, "Thank you, then I'm leaving. Xinxin must be obedient and remember every word I said firmly. Especially, the fate of the two male lions. "

He decided to pass the picture of the lion's injury to Duan Wuxin next time, and always remind him.

You need to be cautious when doing basics, and you will break your leg if you break up.

"Understood." Duan Wuxin felt that his father was getting more verbose as he got older.

"I'll ask the driver to take you." Ling Junhan led people downstairs and told them to follow the curator back.

After sending people off, he stood at the door and let out a long sigh of relief.

Staying here all day and all night, under surveillance all the time, is simply terrible.

He leaned against the door and turned his head, seeing Duan Wuxin jumping downstairs and running towards him.

Ling Junhan tilted his head slightly, remembering the conversation he caught just now when he entered the door, and asked him, "You just said, you should be warmer to me?"

"Well, I just reflected on it. I really wasn't good enough for you before."

Duan Wuxin blinked, opened his arms, with an extremely calm expression, "Then give me a hug."

Suddenly so active?

Ling Junhan was stunned for a second, thinking that it was Duan Wuxin who asked for it, and he was not to blame for inducing the children.

He took his hand out of his pocket, pulled it over and rubbed it into his bosom, his palm touching his too slender waist.

The fingertips slid little by little on the back, and finally landed on the neck.

Reluctant to let it go, I simply let myself go and enjoy the warmth of these few minutes.

Duan Wuxin stuck to him motionless, and blinked twice.

What's next?

Just stand around like this?

Hug also hug, why not let go?

He was half a head shorter than Ling Junhan, and his chin just touched the epaulet of the military uniform, which hurt so much.

Duan Wuxin struggled for a while, and her voice buzzed, "It's almost there, I'm about to suffocate."

"Hold for a while longer." Ling Junhan didn't let go, bent slightly, and pressed his head on his shoulder.

Turn your head slightly so that it can stick to the skin of your neck.

Very fragrant and soft.

Don't want to let go.

Duan Wuxin frowned, a little stiffly, and patted him on the shoulder comfortingly.

I thought to myself that Ling Junhan is so miserable, he doesn't even have anyone to hug him, and he is usually too indifferent to him.

In the end, this person still cares about him, and he must learn how to reciprocate his kindness.

Well, I should really treat him better in the future.

"Then I'll hug you for another 5 minutes." Duan Wuxin stretched out his hand through the coat, wrapping it generously around his waist.

Feeling being entangled by two soft arms, Ling Junhan smiled, why is he so obedient.

I just want to push a little further.

He turned his head, and with that vile vigor, he said close to his ear, "If you want to be enthusiastic, hugging is not enough."

"What else to do?" Duan Wuxin asked blankly.

Ling Junhan thought that he still had to be a human being, so he threw out the thought of restricting grades in his mind, and gave some appropriate hints, "For example, feed me, rub my shoulders, be sweeter with your mouth, and don't be so old and fierce. Do you understand? Understand?"

Duan Wuxin's face became a little hot from being hugged, and the more he listened, the more something was wrong.

He lowered his head and rubbed his coat, "Why, why does it feel weird."

"Did I treat you like this, should we pay each other?" Ling Junhan felt that he was really bad, and he only knew how to lie to children.

Duan Wuxin thought about it and felt that it was reasonable.

"Yes, well, I will work hard and be enthusiastic in the future."

Reaching a consensus made Ling Junhan feel extremely happy.

He can feel that Duan Wuxin is becoming more and more dependent on him, but he just needs to wait until this dependence becomes a real liking.

Duan Wuxin put his learning to use, gently pushed him away, "Then eat now, I'll feed you."

He raised his neck and called out, "Xiaobai, have dinner."

Ling Junhan was overjoyed, sitting at the dining table, enjoying himself.

Originally thought that the relationship between the two had entered a bottleneck period, but suddenly found a way out.

This is really another village.

Ling Junhan crossed his legs, watching Duan Wuxin busily put the dishes on the table, just like his daughter-in-law.

In the warmth, I feel a little relieved.

He pulled away the stool next to him and patted it lightly, "Come here, sit next to me."

"Well, thank you for teaching me these two days." Duan Wuxin boldly picked up a piece of meat and stuffed it into the other's mouth.

Opening his mouth, Ling Junhan almost choked to death on the spot.

The person has softened, but the action is still hardcore.

With great difficulty, he swallowed the meat and drank three sips of water before recovering.

This fucking is completely different from the enthusiasm he imagined.

Xiaobai stood aside, complaining blankly: "The way you feed me is exactly the same as the way I help you bathe."

"What are you doing, you are just jealous that no one feeds you, black coal ball."

Duan Wuxin made a face at him, and stuffed another large piece of meat into Ling Junhan's mouth, with a very regretful tone, "This is all my favorite food, squeezed out of my teeth, and now I will share it with you gone."

Ling Junhan felt that it would be impossible for Duan Wuxin to learn to be gentle in this lifetime.

His face twitched slightly, and he opened his mouth slightly, forcefully accepting the ferocious enthusiasm.

Blame him for liking such a wild little white tiger, so he has to bear it.

Duan Wuxin stuffed a plate of meat in twos and twos, and the plate was empty.

He patted Ling Junhan on the shoulder with great satisfaction, "Do you feel my enthusiasm? Do you feel my progress?"

Ling Junhan was taken aback by the photograph, closed his eyes, and said against his will, "Well, I'm quite enthusiastic, and I'm making rapid progress."

"That's right, if you have anything to say in the future, just say it directly, don't write any small notes secretly, I can't understand it." Duan Wuxin pursed his lips, and rewarded himself with a piece of meat.

Ling Junhan stared at him and sighed slightly in his heart.

It's useless if you don't understand it.

Xiaobai interjected again, and said harshly, "You are a tsundere yourself, and you still have to teach others to speak up. It's like only the state officials are allowed to set fires, and the common people are not allowed to light lamps."

"I'm so arrogant! I'm not!" Duan Wuxin turned around and yelled ferociously after being hit by a word.

He's just, sometimes he's too embarrassed to ask for help.

The green light swept over him and flickered for a while, Xiaobai raised his finger and pointed, "Sorry, you're being arrogant right now."

"I don't want to talk to you!" Duan Wuxin bowed his head angrily, burying his head in bitterness.

Ling Junhan felt that since Duan Wuxin came, even Xiaobai had become more lively.

He chuckled, and slowly served Duan Wuxin a bowl of soup.

There was a slight mechanical sound next to it, followed by a "bang", which immediately attracted the attention of the two of them.

Ling Junhan raised his eyes and looked over, Xiaobai, who was standing aside just now, fell straight on the ground at this moment, and Xiaohua next to him was yelling barking around him.

Duan Wuxin let out an ah, and didn't react for a while.

He murmured: "It can't be because it didn't win the quarrel with me, and it fainted from grief?"

"I...so uncomfortable, I..." Xiaobai twitched, speaking intermittently.

Before he could finish speaking, he closed his eyes and swooned over again.

Ling Junhan walked over quickly and squatted down, checked the system by clicking the button on his arm, and it showed that it was malfunctioning.

He looked up at Duan Wuxin, and said in a low voice, "Xiaobai...may have to return to the factory."

"Why? He was quite energetic just now." Duan Wuxin frowned and shook the mechanical arm.

The usually cold face looked even colder now, motionless.

Ling Junhan carried the robot on his shoulders, fixed it with his arms, and said, "I'll take him to the research institute, do you want to go with me? Xiaobai is sick, and he has to change the parts."

Duan Wuxin became nervous, patted Xiaobai's face hard, and muttered, "He's not going to die, is he?"

"It looks serious. Even if Xiaobai has been out of the factory for seven or eight years, it's time." Ling Junhan walked out quickly, signaling Duan Wuxin to follow.

Duan Wuxin followed quickly, feeling a little dazed, will the robot die too?

Although Xiaobai usually hates him all the time, he takes good care of him in life.Occasional quarreling can be regarded as adding a lot of fun.

Counting carefully, he can barely be regarded as his top three friends.

The first is Ling Junhan.

The second little flower dog.

The third is the black briquettes.

Duan Wuxin glanced at the robot with its eyes closed, it seemed like a toy at the moment, lifeless.

"I shouldn't have yelled at him just now, he will be fine, Meng Yusen is so powerful." Duan Wuxin blamed himself very much, not knowing whether he was comforting himself or Ling Junhan.

He twisted his fingers, feeling his heart empty.

Ling Junhan rubbed his head and comforted, "It has nothing to do with you, it's just a coincidence of time. He has been updating parts before, and it has become more frequent recently. It is true that his lifespan is approaching."

The two hurried into the gate of the research institute and went straight to Meng Yusen's research room.

Ling Junhan pushed open the door and went in, put the robot directly on the operating table, knocked on the table, "Come and help me."

"What's the matter?" Meng Yusen bounced off the recliner and walked over quickly.

Ling Junhan pressed the button to restart, but there were only two hisses, and it fell into a dead state again.

"Look, see if it can be repaired."

"Your robot is an antique. In the first generation, there are few matching parts, so it's a bit difficult."

Meng Yusen made a general inspection, knocked on the forehead of the robot, and said with a perplexed expression, "Why don't you take this opportunity to change to another one."

Duan Wuxin shook his head desperately, and grabbed Meng Yusen's arm with all his strength, "No, you have to fix him, please."

"I don't want to pay any money to repair it." Ling Junhan supported the operating table, pursed his lips and raised his eyes to look at him.

The two pairs of eyes stared straight at him, making one feel terrified.

"Hey, after you two are convinced, you can also have feelings for robots." Meng Yusen rubbed his brows, feeling very headache.

Since the popularity of domestic robots, the research institute discards countless robots every year, and there is also a replacement method of exchanging old ones for new ones.

A large number of users sent back the old version as if they were disgusted, and brought back the brand new one with some extra money.

There are not many who can be so nostalgic.

Meng Yusen walked to the edge of the desk, raised his hand and pressed the internal call, "Come here, two researchers, help me take the robot of Marshal Ling's home for a full-body inspection, and make sure that the parts are in good condition. When the inspection report comes out, I will come in person build."

Soon, two researchers in white uniforms came in and carefully carried Xiao Bai out.

Duan Wuxin watched people come in and out helplessly, at a loss for what to do.

"Thank you." Ling Junhan was a little irritable, handed over a cigarette, and bit one himself and lit it.

Meng Yusen puffed out his cigarette, and said with a solemn expression, "You don't have much thought about the robot right now, your little one's check result came out, it's that student."

Duan Wuxin raised his head and pointed to himself, "Is it related to me?"

"Well, I found the match for your gene injection." Meng Yusen took out a report from the messy desk and handed it over, pointing to the thin boy on the cover, "He should be the source of your human genes."

Ling Junhan bit his cigarette, scanned the strange name, and asked, "Are you sure?"

"Pretty sure." Meng Yusen scratched his hair in agitation, but he hadn't found a complete clue from the bunch of clues.

"I searched the gene bank of the federal system and compared the previously extracted samples of Xinxin with his. Most of them are consistent. But the strange thing is that his death record is very strange. There is no photo of the body, no time of death, no Signed by the family members. Even which war he died in is vague.”

Duan Wuxin stared down at the photo on the file, and murmured, "I seem to have seen this person before."

"Where did you see it?" Ling Junhan asked.

Duan Wuxin recalled it for a while, and said intermittently: "He was also locked in the area next to the laboratory. Our laboratory at that time was divided into two parts, one side was for animals, and the other side was for humans. But the other side was always dark, and we couldn't see it." It’s very clear. I was only caught once when I was drawn to draw blood, and I ran into it in the blood draw room by chance.”

He hammered his head, a little annoyed, "Because it's been a long time, I'm not sure if I remember correctly."

"So, he probably didn't die in battle, and the death record was tampered with."

Meng Yusen tapped on the file bag and speculated, "These old things are really insane for doing experiments on humans."

Ling Junhan listened with lowered eyes, but did not speak.

The scene Duan Wuxin mentioned gradually overlapped with the little black room in his memory.

Like wild animals, they were locked up cell by cell, in darkness all year round, with no light to see.

It feels like things are about to come together.

But I always feel that something is missing.

A piece of soot accumulated, and Ling Junhan stretched out his hand to shake it off, "I don't understand why they did this. If it's just for fighting, the army is strong enough now, and there is no need to use such soldiers with unstable test results."

The plan that started more than ten years ago has gradually taken shape until now.

I always feel that there is a bigger conspiracy behind it.

"I don't know anything about the army. I'm just curious. How could they implant human genes into the tiger's body. The two of them don't look alike, and they're not biologically inherited. According to what you said yesterday Look, it's more like... Grafting this person's talent directly into Xinxin." Meng Yusen frowned, his face full of worries.

After listening to the conversation in a daze, Duan Wuxin glanced at the person on the document again, "This person is already dead, isn't he?"

"Well, he passed away 15 years ago. The official statement is that he died in battle." Meng Yusen gritted his teeth and burst out with a dirty word, "Who the hell would believe it?"

Duan Wuxin sighed for a long time, feeling that he was in a huge vortex.

And what the truth is, is unknown.

Ling Junhan squeezed his palm and comforted him: "Don't worry, I will investigate the matter clearly."

"In short, once the matter of changing his mind is leaked, his life will definitely be in danger."

Meng Yusen put away his usual laziness and warned carefully, "If they guessed right, they thought the experiment had failed, so they reversed the past and used animal genes to graft onto humans. Think about it, if they knew... ..”

Ling Junhan nodded, without showing too much emotion in his tone, "Of course I understand, so now I am worried about other robots freely entering and leaving our house. After all, hacking into the program is the simplest surveillance technique."

"Understood, you are responsible for the safety of your son. I will try my best to fix your robot." Meng Yusen stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray, and lifted the white uniform on the seat. "Go back and wait for news from me." .”

Duan Wuxin followed Ling Junhan back home sullenly. There was only a lonely puppy in the room, which looked empty.

It is noisy and noisy on weekdays, but now it is very clean.

He was panicking in his heart, but he couldn't understand what kind of emotion it was, he just felt the pain in his internal organs.

I don't know if it's because of Xiaobai, or because of the many lives that died because of the experiment.

He went into the bathroom to take a shower without saying a word, put on his pajamas and lay back on the bed, closed his eyes and realized that he couldn't fall asleep at all.

He simply opened his eyes again, staring out of the window without blinking.

Ling Junhan was not in a good mood either. After sorting out the documents on the desk, he changed into his nightgown and lay down next to him.

The room was very quiet, so quiet that we could hear each other's breathing.

Duan Wuxin turned his back to him, using his arm as a pillow, and asked softly, "Are you unhappy?"

Ling Junhan was silent and did not speak.

He seldom reveals private emotions that soldiers should not have in front of others.

Whether happy or sad, it is taboo on the battlefield.

I have already practiced to be expressionless, and everything is buried in my heart.

"Anyway, I'm not very happy, I miss Xiaobai a little bit." Duan Wuxin's voice was very soft, with a bit of crying.

He muttered, "He hasn't learned how to bathe me yet, he just throws me in every time."

Ling Junhan paused and said slowly, "I feel the same as you. Xiaobai has been with me for many years, and my pain is no less than yours."

In the dark, he rarely revealed his sincerity.

Covering his eyelids with his palms, he recalled, "Except for Ling Jiamu and Meng Yusen, I don't have many friends. Xiaobai basically accounts for more than half of the daily time we spend together. If it really can't be saved this time, I will Will not use other robots in the future.”

Duan Wuxin turned over, lay on his side, and looked at him.

The moonlight shone on the man's face, and the broken hair on his forehead drooped and scattered messily on his forehead.

Different from the usual victorious aura, Duan Wuxin couldn't find the words to describe Ling Junhan like this.

Just at this second, the marshal who was invincible on the battlefield looked a little pitiful and lonely.

There seemed to be a slight tear in his heart, he wanted to comfort him, but he didn't know how to do it.

"Papa Ling."

"Ah."

Duan Wuxin thought for a while, and called his name directly, "Ling Junhan."

"Well, what do you want me to do?" Ling Junhan moved his palms away, stared at him directly, and went in without knowing.

Duan Wuxin stretched out his arm to him, with a sincere tone, "Would you like to hug me again, this time for a longer time."

He can't learn the complicated emotions of human beings, it's too complicated and too tangled.

But at this moment, deep in my heart, my heart felt a little distressed.

He knew that when one animal was sad, the other would hold him and smooth the fur on the top of his head.

In the darkness, Ling Junhan gently hugged him back, and took that soft body into his arms.

No distracting thoughts, just looking for a warm embrace.

Duan Wuxin nestled in his arms, raised his hand with difficulty, and gently touched his head.

He whispered, "If Xiaobai is gone, you still have me."