I, little fox, farming is popular all over the world!

Coming out of the storage room, Fang Li's lips were red, and he looked at Rong Ming sideways, feeling a little beautiful in his heart.

It turned out that Rong Ming was jealous like this.

The corner of the mouth couldn't help but raised.

"What are you laughing at?" Rong Ming asked when he saw it when he turned his head.

"It's nothing." Fang Li shook the hands they were holding, and gave Rong Ming a reassurance, "Uncle Marshal, don't worry, I like you the most."

A qualified lover should give the other party enough sense of security, which is mutual.

Fang Li thought so.

"Hmm." Rong Ming twitched his lips and asked him, "Are you going back later?"

Fang Li thought for a while, "It's okay if you don't go back, I'll go to your place to stay for a while, and then I have to go to brother Zhixian's laboratory."

Rong Ming paused and frowned, "What are you doing?"

Fang Li glanced at him, smirked, and said, "I still have something to ask him." He emphasized, "It's very important."

Rong Ming pursed his lips: "Oh."

"Why are you staring at brother Zhixian?"

"You like him very much."

Fang Li laughed, "I also like Xiao Hao, Uncle Chu, Grandpa Xie, Grandpa Hu, Brother Xia Yang and Brother Xiao Hei."

He jumped in front of Rong Ming, held Rong Ming's hand, walked backwards, looked at Rong Ming and said, "Uncle Marshal, all their likes are different from what they like about you."

Blinking at him again, "You understand."

Of course Rong Ming understands, but he finds that Fang Li's possessiveness seems to be getting stronger and stronger, he only wants him to look at him, only thinks about himself, only has eyes for himself.

Sometimes, he would also have dark thoughts of tying Fang Li to his side and not being able to go anywhere.

However, this is not right, this is an unhealthy relationship between lovers.

Fang Li has his own career, has his own pursuit, and should have his own communication, his own circle of friends.

He should be the most free little fox in the world, agile and lively, flying freely, any confinement is a kind of destruction to it.

Don't you just like his original appearance?

Rong Ming took a deep breath, suppressed the surging emotions in his heart, and squeezed Fang Li's hand tightly.

"Don't be too intimate."

Fang Li stuck out his tongue at him, "Got it."

After walking two steps, he asked Rong Ming again: "Uncle Marshal, I want to build a big house, we, and Xiao Hao, can we live together?"

Rong Ming tilted his head, "Are you going to build a house?"

Fang Li nodded, "Well, I spend less time with Xiaohao now. He was supposed to go to school, and there are many friends of the same age who can play with him, but because of his cultivation, now he is alone every day. Studying at home, I rarely go back at night, I am afraid that he will be too lonely. This is not good for the child's growth, and I should spend more time with him."

Rong Ming patted his head, "Okay, you build it."

"Well," Fang Li said happily, "I'll show you the exterior of the house later."

"Have you thought it through?"

"Yes." After thinking for a long time.

"Row."

The two returned to Rong Ming's office, and Fang Li went into the next room to work. This was specially reserved by Rong Ming for Fang Li, and there was another door between the two rooms for their convenience.

Sitting down, Fang Li took out his mobile phone and computer, put the charger modified by Wenzhixian into the induction charging area, and then plugged in both the mobile phone and the laptop.

After a few seconds, the screen of the phone lit up with a ding, indicating that it was starting to charge.

It worked!

He pressed the power button of the computer again, and the computer turned on as expected.

Great, ready to use!

Fang Li was pleasantly surprised and waited patiently for more than 20 seconds.

The computer hadn't been used for two years, and it took a little longer to start up than before. However, when Fang Li saw the familiar system interface, his heart beat a lot faster.

Fang Li felt a little dazed when he touched the mouse next to him.

Now the interstellar optical brains are all on the light screen, and there is no such thing as a mouse.

I haven't touched the mouse for a long time, and I almost forgot the feeling of holding the mouse and clicking.

Without the Internet, of course you cannot surf the Internet.

Fang Li opened the folder, found the folder where he stored his photos, clicked on it, and there were all his previous photos in it.

Some are photos of him when he was a child copied from his parents, others are photos of various school activities taken by his parents after he went to school, some of him hanging out with his classmates, and some family photos .

He flipped through them one by one, looking back at the bits and pieces of the past, every photo after the age of six, he could still think of the original scene.

When he was a child, his parents took him to the amusement park to play, and took him to participate in the photo of Wan Yao's party.

When I was in elementary school, I was wearing a uniform of honor and a red scarf, holding the baton of the drum team in my hand, and leading the students of the drum team at the opening ceremony of the sports meeting.

When I was in junior high school, I took the first photo of raising the flag as a flag raiser. At that time, my mother came to the school to take pictures.

There are also photos of going out to barbecue with classmates in high school.

There are also pictures of mom, dad and grandpa...

At some point, his eyes became blurred.

Flipping through one by one, he wiped his eyes, took a deep breath, and took the charged phone over to turn it on.

There are also many photos in the mobile phone, and they are copied to the computer, and then a mobile hard disk is taken out, and all the photos in the computer are copied into it.

While waiting for the photos to be transferred, he looked at the various familiar icons on his phone, as if he had been in a lifetime.

He clicks this and that, because it cannot be opened without the Internet.

Finally, click into the memo that does not require the Internet, and open it.

There is only one record in it.

8月3日：肥羊5盒、肥牛5盒、毛肚2盒、鱼丸一斤、撒尿丸一斤，金针菇一斤、海带结一斤、粉丝一包……

It was the note he made when he and his mother went to the supermarket to buy hot pot ingredients the day before he went to cross the catastrophe.

"Mom, is 5 boxes of Fat Cow a little short? Shall I take two more boxes?"

"Okay, take it, your father and father both like to eat."

The voice and smile of my mother seemed to be right in front of my eyes.

A tear fell on the phone, blurring the screen, Fang Li reached out to wipe it off, but there was more and more water on the screen.

He simply lay down on the table and let himself cry for a while.

Rong Ming suddenly heard a voice from Fang Li, he listened carefully, it felt like crying, he frowned, got up and went over quickly.

"Fang Li."

There was a pause inside, Rong Ming turned the doorknob, but it was unlocked, he opened the door and saw that Fang Li was sitting in front of the table with his back turned to him as if wiping his eyes, and there was something on the table that he didn't know what it was.

Rong Ming's heart skipped a beat, and as he walked over, he saw Fang Li wiping his tears and still choking on his sobs.

Rong Ming picked him up, sat on the chair by himself, asked Fang Li to sit in his arms, and hugged him.

Looking at his red eyes, Rong Ming wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, frowned and worried: "What's wrong?"

Rong Ming patted him on the back, looked at the table, there was a square flip-up machine, next to a small black object, the interface on the screen showed that photos were being transferred, and the folders were full of photos.

He also looked at the flat object the size of a palm in Xia Li's hand. A wire was connected to the charging converter that Wen Zhixian made for him in the morning.

He has never seen it before, but it looks familiar, very similar to the ancient electronic products mentioned in the book.

Rong Ming looked at the things on the table, turned his mind around, and returned his gaze to Fang Li's face, seeing that he stopped crying, he asked softly, "Are you homesick?"

Fang Li's tears that had been stopped at first were elicited by his words. He turned around and hugged Rong Ming, buried his head in the crook of his neck, and wiped away the tears. A muffled sound came from his throat, "En."

Rong Ming's heart tugged a bit, and she tilted her head and kissed his forehead hair, gently stroked his head, and patted his back, comforting him silently.

When the weeping of the person in his arms subsided and gradually became quiet, Rong Ming asked, "Is it better?"

"Yeah." Fang Li calmed down, and a little embarrassed, he secretly rubbed Rong Ming's shoulder to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Rong Ming kissed his face reassuringly, touched the corners of his eyes, glanced at the things on the table, and asked, "What's on the table?"

Fang Li turned his head and took a look, his body was slightly stiff, and then slowly relaxed, after thinking for a while, he sat up and said calmly, "It's the old computer."

Rong Ming raised his eyebrows: "How long ago?"

"A long time ago." Fang Li said, shaking the thing in his hand again, "This is called a mobile phone, a mobile communication tool in the past."

Rong Ming looked into Fang Li's eyes and asked casually, "Why do you have it?"

Fang Li put the phone on the table, turned his head around Rong Ming's neck, looked at him and asked, "Uncle Marshal, what do you want to ask?"

Rong Ming wrapped his arms around Fang Li's waist, looked at him for a while, and then asked, "Did you come from the ancient earth?"

He had thought this way a long time ago, but at that time Fang Li insisted on dispelling his doubts with other excuses.

Fang Li didn't ramble this time, and nodded, "Yes."

Fang Li thought it over, he was seen anyway, and Rong Ming had already suspected so many abnormal things about him, but Rong Ming has never done anything that is not good for him, instead he has been helping him restore the earth environment.

This is one of his biggest secrets, he felt that it shouldn't matter if he told him.

He believes in how he sees people.

Fang Li looked into Rong Ming's eyes and asked softly, "Uncle Marshal, do you mind?"

"What do you mind?" Rong Ming was indeed a little shocked, but because he had doubted it before, he could accept it now and solved his long-standing doubts.

He never figured it out before, why did Fang Li know so much about the previous earth?Knows now because he lives there.

The corners of Fang Li's lips curled up. He knew that Rong Ming meant that he didn't mind, but he still said mischievously, "Do you not mind that I'm an old antique? After all, I'm over 2 years old."

Seeing his relaxed expression, Rong Ming felt relieved, kissed his lips, and said, "Even if you are more than 2 years old, you are still my little fox."

Fang Li's heart was sweet, and he also kissed Rong Ming's lips, "Uncle Marshal, thank you."

Rong Ming rubbed his head, and said dotingly: "Thank you, remember, you can tell me anything, you don't have to carry such a big secret by yourself, you will be tired."

"Yeah." Fang Li's nose was sore, he hugged Rong Ming emotionally, lay on his shoulder, and said, "Uncle Marshal, you are so kind."

Rong Ming stroked the back of his head and asked: "You said before that you were seriously injured because of Du Jie, so you became a child. Is it also because of this reason that you came here from the ancient earth?"

"Yes," Fang Li stood up straight, and said, "I was in an accident during the robbery. When I was about to die, I was rescued by a system. He brought me here with the condition that the environment of the earth be restored."

Rong Ming frowned: "What system?"

"It's just... have you read novels? Oh, no, you probably haven't read them." Fang Li explained, "In the era I lived in the past, cultural development was particularly prosperous. There are many online novels, what travels to the future, travels From ancient times, through books, etc., there are many themes, and the system is a golden finger of the protagonist..."

Fang Li gave Rong Ming a general introduction to what system text is, and said, "It's amazing, isn't it?"

Rong Ming, who never reads online novels, nodded: "Yeah. So you feel like in the novel, you were selected by the system to travel here?"

"Well, it is true that Qiuqiu chose me." Seeing that Rongming was a little puzzled by Qiuqiu, Fang Li explained, "Qiuqiu is that system, and he is Lan Yingying's ball of light, so I call it Qiuqiu."

"Why did he choose you?" Rong Ming asked.

"Because I am a spiritual planter, Qiuqiu said that he chose me because I know both ancient knowledge and modern knowledge, and I have a strong ability to accept and learn, so in the future era of technological development, You should be able to accept it quickly. Otherwise, look, if a person who doesn’t even know what a computer is, comes to help it restore the earth’s environment, it will take him a long time to first accept the knowledge of this interstellar age, isn’t it much more difficult than me?”

Rong Ming said, "Well, luckily it chose you."

"Yeah, I'm lucky, otherwise I would have died." Fang Li also sighed, "So I have to restore the earth's environment, which is what I promised Qiuqiu, and it's what I want to do. "

After a pause, he continued: "Uncle Marshal, do you know that the earth used to be beautiful, with beautiful scenery, suitable climate, rich species, many animals and plants, and many delicacies. Especially my country, It has a vast land and rich resources, a long history, and is one of the earliest human civilizations..."

Rong Ming listened to Fang Li talking about how beautiful the ancient earth was and how good his own country was, and he yearned for that ancient earth in his heart.

"Is the country you are in ancient China?" Rong Ming remembered that the place where they are now is ancient China.

Fang Li nodded: "Yes, it is China, this large piece of land that we are recovering now."

Rong Ming took a look at Fang Li, thinking that they first met here, and Fang Li also used this place as his base camp, he had a guess in his mind.

He asked again, "So where is it?"

"It's my hometown." Fang Li replied.

really.

Rong Ming looked at Fang Li, and continued to guess: "Which is the mountain you treat specially?"

"It's the back mountain of my house."

Confirming the thoughts in his heart, Rong Ming was slightly taken aback, "Your house used to be at the foot of that mountain?"

"En." Fang Li nodded, turned around, picked up the mouse and clicked, the photo had been transferred, he clicked on a photo of the exterior of his house, and said, "Uncle Marshal, look, this is what my house used to be like." House of."

Looking at the photos on the screen, Rong Ming first saw Fang Li in front of the room, who was holding a big dog and smiling brightly. At that time, he looked a little younger than now, maybe sixteen or seventeen years old.

The corners of Rong Ming's lips curled up, "How old are you?"

"Seventeen, that was taken during the summer vacation of the second year of high school."

Behind Fang Li is a three-story villa, with blue-grained exterior wall tiles on a white background, and blue-gray glazed tile cornice roof, which set off against the lush mountains behind, like a very beautiful landscape painting.

"It's beautiful." Rong Ming said.

Fang Li turned his head and said, "I want to build the house like this, okay?"

Rong Ming understood his thoughts and said without hesitation: "Okay."

Fang Li said happily, "Then I'll go to the designer uncle and ask him to help."

As he said that, Fang Li took a photo with his optical brain, and was about to jump down to find someone.

But Rong Ming pressed him again: "I'll go later."

Fang Li turned around: "?"

Rong Ming put his arms around his waist, put his chin on his shoulder, and said, "I want to see your previous life."

He put his hand on the mouse. He just saw Fang Li doing it like this. He was a little unskilled at first, but after trying it, he quickly mastered the usage.

"I want to see you from when you were a child." Rong Ming said.

Fang Li blushed a little, put his hands on Rong Ming's, exited this folder, and clicked into another folder that said childhood.

"It's from my childhood."

Fang Li clicked on the first photo, it was a photo taken with his mother when he was still in the hospital when he was just born.

"This is when I was born, and this is my mother."

Rong Ming watched a beautiful girl holding a baby, the baby in her arms was red-faced, fleshy, very cute.

"Very cute." Rong Ming said.

Fang Li flipped through another sheet, "This is a photo of the full moon."

In the photo, the one-month-old baby is only wearing a red bellyband. His fleshy face is already a little fairer than before, his eyes are dark and lively, and he is grinning, very cute.

Rong Ming turned on his optical brain, and took a picture of the photo on the screen.

Fang Li saw it, and blushed, "Why are you filming this? You're not wearing any pants."

"It's cute, I want to keep it." Rong Ming said.

Fang Li: "..."

Flipping through the photos one by one, Fang Li talked to Rong Ming, and Rong Ming snapped pictures.

Fang Li was speechless: "Stop taking pictures, there are so many."

Rong Ming: "Then you pass all of them to me."

"You have to take the hard drive to Brother Zhixian to make the reader ready."

"That's what you asked him for?"

"Yes."

Rong Ming nodded: "Oh, yes, I'll bring it to him later."

Fang Li glanced at him, and died of laughter in his heart, this man was jealous of Wen Zhixian in the morning.

"Keep watching." Rong Ming said.

The two continued to look at each other one by one.

He obviously just watched it once by himself and cried sadly, but now when Fang Li watched it again, he didn't feel so sad in his heart, and only had good memories.

He looked back at Rong Ming, knowing in his heart that it was the person holding him who gave him comfort and strength, made him no longer feel alone, and allowed him to have a spiritual belonging here.

"Uncle Marshal."

"Huh?" Rong Ming was seeing a photo of two or three-year-old little Fang Li running a race with ducks, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but smile, feeling that little Fang Li was really cute.

"Boom~"

Suddenly being kissed softly on the face, Rong Ming turned his head and saw Fang Li's smiling eyes.

"Uncle Marshal, thank you for liking me."

Rong Ming's heart was full of tenderness, he hugged the person in his arms tightly, and solemnly placed a pious kiss on his forehead.

"Fang Li, thank you for coming here, and thank you for liking me."