The male worm wants to be a variety show

The hut stands quietly in the cold night, and the wind blows through the gaps in the disrepaired walls; but a bean of light quietly shines through, shining on the snow in front of the door.

In the room, Qiao Ruiqing held an old lantern in his hand and walked in on the creaking floor.Arnold stood at the door rubbing his hands, muttering and rubbing the slush on the soles of his shoes on the floor mat.

"Actually, it's pretty clean inside," Arnold said.

Indeed, Papa Rich's hut looked like it had been cleaned regularly by bugs—the furniture was still neatly arranged and wiped down, and a small pot of flowers on the window sill was still vigorously sticking out its branches.Qiao Ruiqing also saw a large piece of graffiti on the wall facing the door, which was scribbled by Arnold when he was a child; now it is blurred, and there are still one or two scratches, as if some insects were gnashing their teeth and trying to clean it up.

Qiao Ruiqing can still recall the way his father tried to beat A Nuo angrily but couldn't go on, and how A Nuo cowered and held back his small mouth to apologize.

A lively house, like going back in time.It's a pity that the smell of dust in the air tells him that this is just a frozen frame from the past.

"I have... I haven't been back for a long time. It was clearly agreed at the beginning that I would come back often to see my father." Qiao Ruiqing said sullenly.

Arnold walked in the door after tidying himself up, complaining that the military boots were too difficult to clean. "But it's not your fault." He walked up to Qiao Ruiqing, reached out to take the lantern from his companion and raised it higher, "You don't need to blame yourself for so long, huh?"

"Pfft." Qiao Ruiqing was amused by this overbearing tone, but it's a pity that Arnold can't understand this kind of earth stalk.He looked around the small living room against A Nuo's suspicious eyes, and finally chose to sit down on the sofa.

The height of the female worm is really scary.Holding the lantern in Qiao Ruiqing's hand, the effect was like cave exploration; but when it was held by Arnold, it was like a ceiling lamp, illuminating the room.

"Go and talk to Dad? I think you are really in a bad mood when you come back." A Nuo also sat down and spread his long hands and feet carelessly.After speaking, she pursed her lips in the direction of the bedroom.

Qiao Ruiqing felt as if she was slowly melting into a pool of hot water.It's been a long time since I saw A Nuo look so relaxed and at ease—it feels more gentle than when A Nuo "seriously pursued" himself.He has been searching hard, but it's a pity that he can't get the tenderness even at the peak of fame and fortune.

You are back, Qiao Ruiqing whispered in her heart.The yellow light of the lantern shone on Arno's head like a fucking halo.

"I'll go. Um... right away. Shall I organize my words here?" He turned his gaze to the closed bedroom door, feeling nervous again.If the living room can only be regarded as a place to entertain guests and friends, the bedroom is completely the private space of the father, and there is no place more suitable for "chatting" than the bedroom.

Arnold let out a muffled laugh, and didn't speak, just sat quietly and waited.This inexplicably gave Qiao Ruiqing the courage to let out a long breath and walk towards the bedroom door.

When he put his hand on the wooden door, Qiao Ruiqing's heartbeat reached its peak.The door was pushed open with a "squeak", revealing a small piece of black darkness behind the door.

"Hey, it seems that they don't clean the bedroom often." A Nuo said behind him.

The light in the living room spilled into the bedroom through the gap in the door. Compared with the furnishings in the house, what is more striking is the smoke and dust flying in the air.

"They still dare not enter Dad's house?" Qiao Ruiqing said, tightening and loosening his fist on the doorknob.

"Yu Wei is still there!" Arnold laughed twice, "Who on the barren star doesn't know that the bedroom is a restricted area."

It is an exaggeration to say that it is a restricted area, but Father Rich always kept a tight watch on the bedroom door before he was alive, so as not to let the reckless brats go in and make trouble.

Seeing Qiao Ruiqing's hesitation at the door, A Nuo still pushed behind him: "Go. Are you still worried that Dad will come out and tell you that you can't do it?"

In the warm yellow light, a corner of the table and chairs is faintly exposed in the room, and there are a few books and pens scattered on the table, as if the owner has just left in a hurry.

Qiao Ruiqing walked in, not caring about the choking smoke; he walked around the room for a while, staring at the string of footprints he had left on the floor in a daze.Looking left and right, he turned around and sat down halfway on the edge of the bed, sitting upright like a primary school student.

The walls of the bedroom are not very leaky.When Arno entered the room, he went straight to the fireplace, making the room warm with two or three strokes.After the fire was over, he sniffed, and with a wave of his long hand, he directly opened the small stool in front of the desk and sat down, carelessly picking up the books on the table and flipping through them.

"I...I'm back, Dad." Qiao Ruiqing took a deep breath, "It's really my fault for not coming back to see you for so many years, obviously I agreed at the beginning..."

As a result, we can only start with these innocuous topics.He secretly spurned his hypocrisy while talking, but the warm air in the hut made the insects drowsy, and Qiao Ruiqing couldn't hold back his emotions as he talked about the warmth.

"... I'm rich and famous, and I can say a word; I'm doing my little bit for the world, just as I've thought. I shouldn't be unhappy, should I, Dad ?...I didn’t make any friends in the empire, because my home is in the deserted star.”

"But when I come back, traitors are different. The saddest thing for me is that what they said was true, and I betrayed my origin without knowing it--suddenly full of evil..."

"I can't tell whether it's more anger or more regret. I..."

These words are thrown upside down, not like a clear logical confession, but purely emotional output.Qiao Ruiqing thought drowsily, it might be that the long-lost heating made Chong too sleepy, and he jumped out of everything in a mess.

Emotions have always been pressed harder the more they are suppressed, and become a solid that firmly occupies a space in the heart with the growth of time, with a sharp weight; once spoken, it is like a piece of ice melting, bitter water More and more fell down, making Chong amazed that he had so many grievances.

Arnold listened to it and felt strange, and his heart softened more and more.He quietly withdrew his hand, noticing the redness in Qiao Ruiqing's eyes, and worried a little bit in his heart.

"Patta." When he withdrew his hand, he paid too much attention to Qiao Ruiqing's expression, and instead brought a thin book on the desk of Rich's father to the ground.This book looked like a diary, the pages were not too brittle, and when it touched the ground, it opened a page and collapsed.

The eyes of the two worms were attracted by the book for a moment.It’s fine if it’s an ordinary notepad, but on this page, a series of large characters are rewritten in messy handwriting:

"According to the young master, I'm sorry for Joe, I can't..."

You can still tell it's Father Rich's handwriting.

Qiao Ruiqing's mind was still too dull to react, but A Nuo didn't take it seriously at all, leaning over to pick up the notebook and put it away.

But what Sigmund said before departure suddenly sounded in Qiao Ruiqing's mind - "Please provide me with the current address of the sinner Rich, I am very disappointed with his task completion status." At that time, he was angry only as Sigmund Mond is provocative, but in fact the words have been like a thorn in his heart

Who is "Master"?It can't really be Sigmund...?

Qiao Ruiqing felt hot and cold all over his head and face, so he took the first step to pick up the diary.This string of handwriting fell alone on that page. It seemed that Father Rich didn't have much to write that day.So he turned forward to the previous page, and a large paragraph of text broke into his eyes:

"Year x month x day, overcast. Today is Joe Cub's 80th birthday, the cub is getting closer and closer to adulthood. Arnold and a group of other kids running around brought him presents, I can see him I am very happy; usually I always pretend to be mature, but today I have a lot of smiles. I wish you a healthy and happy growth, and do what you like in the future.” A Nuo came over and saw himself mentioned in the diary, couldn’t help it straight smile.

"It was a very happy day, but today I received a letter from Master Sigmund, ah, it reminded the old man of his sadness again." Seeing this, Qiao Ruiqing's bad premonition became more and more serious. They all started sweating.Arnold noticed, and got serious. He took a deep look at Qiao Ruiqing, and stretched out his hand to hold the other's palm.

Qiao Ruiqing didn't break free.

"Although I made a decision very early, I still feel guilty now that the time is approaching. The tone of the young master's letter became more and more serious. It is a miracle that he didn't give up on me—maybe he still missed me watching him grow up." Great friendship."

"But I have already decided to betray him and his grand plan (this "betrayal" is written very lightly and vaguely). After raising Joe Cub for so many years, he is finally willing to call me daddy. How rare! Even for With such a "daddy", I have to be responsible for this little bastard; besides, Joe is such a good worm. All the little worms in the entire barren star depend on him, but I still don't know that he is the male lord Well. I don’t know how much he will drive the worms crazy when he grows up.”

A Nuo gave a loud "tsk" when he read this: "Emotional father also knew that you are a male?" Qiao Ruiqing forced a short smile, and couldn't wait to continue reading:

"Furthermore, I didn't really agree with the young master's so-called plan. Alas, I hope that group of astrologers who talk about gods and gods made a mistake."

"Actually, Master Sigmund did something wrong, I really think so—even if the so-called prophecy is true. Authority has already made him lose; even I think the entire empire is going astray. Alas, he was also a child A cute worm cub. It's not convenient to tell any worms about that prophecy and the young master's plan, since I accepted the mission, it has been hidden in my heart, and it has been so boring for so many years."

"I hope I can say it one day. The old man should go and tell a story to that newly picked bug in the East."

This is the end of the diary, the words are not clear, but Erchong vomits a mouthful of old blood in his heart, neither swallows it nor swallows it.Unwillingly, Qiao Ruiqing continued to move forward, flipped through the entire diary, but could not find any more detailed descriptions.

This diary is not long, but Sigmund's "plan" can be called throughout:

"Come to the unnamed (garbage) star No. 375 of the Zorro galaxy, the environmental conditions are very harsh. The child in the prophecy will be born here, I hope I found the right one this time. I also hope that it is right to do so—like the young master That said, is the necessary sacrifice worth it? For the greater good?"

"Found him. He's cute."

"I found out that I actually don't understand Master Sigmund at all...I'm getting more and more incomprehensible about what he's doing."

Then there is the last prophecy or Sigmund-related content. In addition to the following for a long time, Father Rich did not mention this aspect, as if deliberately avoiding it: "Sigmund wrong."

Arnold and Qiao Ruiqing looked at each other. "Do you yourself know this so-so prophecy?" he asked.

"...I've heard of it. It can be said that my existence will bring an unknown but significant change to the empire." Qiao Ruiqing rubbed the center of his brows wearily.

"That must be a lie, at least not the full version," Arnold said.

Whether it's true or not, Papa Richie was Sigmund's bug anyway.

Qiao Ruiqing said to herself calmly, look, you have lost another safe haven.It's nothing more than another corner of the world collapsed, and you can survive after a short rest——

He felt intermittent pats on his shoulders, raised his head bluntly, and vaguely saw Arnold's red hair.His hair was growing very long again, he wondered.

Fortunately, there is Arnold.And there's only Arnold, for God's sake.