Day 01 21:26
When your baby is going to sleep out, you need to prepare a change of clothes.
The girl Bubu ran into the house to clean up, and Songran turned on the headlight for him. She wanted to go in and help, but then she thought that it was always inappropriate to break into other people's houses without the adults. Like a bunny darting back and forth between the bedroom and the bathroom.
Every time he passed the living room, Bubu would subconsciously turn his head to look at the door, and warned seriously, "Brother, don't slip!"
Song Ran assured: "Absolutely not slip."
The child's movements were clumsy and slow, and Song Ran just took the opportunity to look at the neighbor's living room.
As he guessed, the 8012B's home interior is highly unified with the door rug style, typical of minimalism. The main color is black, white and gray, with neat straight lines all over the place. Even the decorative paintings use abstract color blocks of Mondrian. If 8012A is a children's dream amusement park, then 8012B is an office building for adults. Signs of a child's life.
Because it was too simple, Song Ran thought at first glance that the furniture was all cheap goods from IKEA, but after taking a closer look, he found that the overall matching is quite design, and it should be worth a lot of money.
Then he was speechless at his own thoughts.
How can it be cheap
Last week, he rode his bike through Fuxing West Road. He didn't hold back his curiosity. He quickly glanced at the price tag put out by the real estate agent, and the tire burst. The price of one square meter of Bishuiwan Residence is as high as 150,000 yuan, and they are all large units. The check is signed for seven zeros to exchange for a house.
Seven zeros!
Song Ran once dreamed of achieving five zeros, and his brain issued a sharp red alarm, indicating that he was severely overdrawn.
The class gap is indeed an insurmountable gulf.
Song Ran complained silently in his heart.
"Brother! Catch it!"
Bubu happily ran to the door, brought a lot of fragrant bottles and jars, stuffed them into Songran like dumping garbage, turned his head and ran back to the room. Song Ran stared at the bottles and jars, and found with dismay that the logo on it was neither Chinese nor English, and he didn't recognize a single word.
What happened just now, actually made him have the illusion that "Bob is so pitiful"? Compared to Boob, he deserves more sympathy, right
The good boy Ranran's heart suffered a huge blow, the blood bar quickly bottomed out, and he needed golden sore medicine to heal his wounds.
beep.
A slight electronic prompt sounded in the living room. He followed the direction of the sound, and his eyes were attracted by an avant-garde electrical appliance.
This should be... an appliance, right
It looks like a large silkworm cocoon that was cut by the middle, pure white, round chassis, smooth surface, and about 80 centimeters in height. It had been facing Songran with its back to Songran before, and the color was perfectly integrated with the wall. Now it has rotated 180 degrees smoothly, revealing a row of shining ice-blue indicator lights on the front.
A line of blue italic logo is printed under the indicator light: SwordArc Q7.
What the hell is this
Before Song Ran could understand the situation, the big silkworm cocoon began to slowly move towards him. The icy blue indicator light had gone out, and it switched to a bright red symbolizing danger.
At this moment, a small boob was killed halfway.
The sturdy little Boob hugged a lot of clothes and pants with his short arms, staggered towards the door, and shouted, "Brother! It's going to fall, it's going to fall!"
Clothes piled up into a hill, blocking Boob's sight.
He couldn't see the way at all, his sleeves and trouser legs dragged on the floor for a long time, and finally he crashed into Song Ran's arms with his clothes on.
"Okay!" Boob got up, took off the floral socks on top of his head, and said excitedly, "Let's go to sleep!"
beep.
Another electronic beep.
Song Ran saw with his own eyes that the white silkworm cocoon stopped traveling, the indicator light returned to ice blue, turned 180 degrees, and returned to the corner again to enter the standby state.
He was even more confused.
"let's go!"
Bubu couldn't wait, and while urging Songran, he pushed him hard to the opposite door, as if he would be locked in a dark room if he took a step too late.
The sound of water in the bathroom of Songran's house was repeated, one big and one small sitting in the bathtub naked and making bubbles.
Following Boob's instructions, Songran correctly differentiated baby shampoo, baby conditioner, baby shower gel and baby lotion, grabbed Boob's ankle, and rubbed each toe clean. In return, Boo Bo used two small hands to help Song Ran rub out a head of white hair that could COS Sakata Yinshi.
Bubu had never played the bathing game before, but now he is playing quite crazy, holding the bathroom full of water and splashing around, making a big fuss in the heavenly palace. Song Ran couldn't hold back, turned into Buddha Tathagata, pressed the stubborn Sun Monkey under the Wuzhi Mountain, washed it with water, wiped it off, wrapped it in a small bathrobe, pressed it on the chair to dry his hair, and then hugged him away. bedroom.
The little boy was so excited that he couldn't sleep, rolled around on the big bed with his bare belly, and rolled himself into a boob sushi.
Song Ran let him roll around, sitting by the bed and brushing his hair.
Wiping and wiping, he remembered the weird white silkworm cocoon, and asked casually, Bobu sat up straight with a carp: "You mean Xiao Q?"
Song Ran: "Guide dog?"
"It's not that little Q! It's... ah ah ah ah!"
The boob sushi was too tightly wrapped, and was patted back on the bed as soon as he sat up. Song Ran didn't laugh, but Boo Bo laughed first, laughing and laughing for a while before crawling out of the sushi. Holding the quilt, he said proudly, "Little Q is the robot sent by my father to protect me."
"Machine... robot?"
The answer is too sci-fi, and it is hard for Songran to believe it.
"Yeah, it's a robot. It's the work of Dad and Uncle Kraus, and he's older than me." Boob nodded vigorously, and introduced to him like a familiar, "Little Q is already the seventh generation, and there are three in total. Models: big Q, small Q, and small Q. Because I am very small, a small Q is enough to protect me, so my father gave me a small Q. Q."
Song Ran heard a question mark on his face.
Big, small, big or small... It doesn't make sense that he has lived for 23 years, and he can't even understand the words of a four-year-old child.
Song Ran confirmed it again: "Really a robot?"
"Really!" Boob nodded so much that his chin almost hit his chest. "When Dad is not at home, he replaces Xiao Q to protect me. Dad knows I have a fever and cough. Dad's job is to Xiao Q has become more powerful and knows who is good and who is bad, so that if a stranger breaks into the house, Xiao Q can kill him!"
do... do
Song Ran remembered the scene where the big silkworm cocoon flashed a dangerous red light and approached him, and couldn't help but stand on end: "How to kill it?"
"This... I've never seen this before." Bubu put his face in his hands, "I'll be unconscious for a few hours anyway."
Song Ran was startled, and the towel in his hand fell.
Just because of this sentence "I'll be in a coma for a few hours", Song Ran had a bizarre sci-fi nightmare all night.
First, he was besieged by hundreds of giant silkworm cocoons flashing bright red lights, and the shit ran for a few kilometers. When he turned around, he found that the big silkworm cocoons had collectively become the big white in "Super Marines", followed by Spider-Man, Batman, Iron Man , The Fantastic Four appeared one after another, and finally it was cut into cartoons for no reason.
Song Ran woke up from the dream, staring at the ceiling in a daze for a while, but still echoing the ghosts of Pikachu, Pikachu, Pikachu...
Wait, isn't this dream too realistic
The next second, he reacted suddenly, rolled over and got out of bed, and ran out of the bedroom before putting on his slippers. He took out the children's mobile phone from Bubu's small schoolbag, pressed the call button, and slapped the electronic clock on the coffee table with force. 3 points.
Cattle!
He slumped weakly on the sofa: "Hello."
Mr. He, do you still remember the time difference between us
The other party was not surprised at all when he heard his voice, and asked with a smile, "Why, you can't bear to let Boob sleep alone?"
"Yeah, who told me to be soft-hearted."
Song Ran retorted a sentence without affection, and specially emphasized the word "I" in order to set off the iron-heartedness of his biological father.
He Zhiyuan was not angry, but just smiled.
The screen in front of him was showing home surveillance, and the bedroom was empty. Originally, he was still a little worried, but now that he confirmed that the child was sleeping opposite the door, he was relieved, clicked the mouse, turned off SwordArc's night patrol function, and leaned back into the sofa: "Boob recognizes the bed a little, sleep at your house. Does it smell good?"
"You're right, Bubu slept very soundly! I've been woken up 800 times by the ringing of the phone in the middle of the night, and he hasn't woken up yet."
Song Ran's sleep was interrupted, her temper was very bad, she lay on the pillow with her eyes closed, she was too lazy to hide the thorns in her tone: "Mr. Bu is also sound asleep, if you have something to ask him, can you be a little more patient, at least wait until tomorrow morning... "
Speaking of which, he was suddenly stunned.
Yes, it's three o'clock in the morning. Even if Dad He is careless, there is no reason to pick this point to call Boob. Could it be...
Song Ran was a little stunned: "Do you know that Boo Bo didn't go home?"
He Zhiyuan: "Yes."
Song Ran was even more confused: "This... how did you know?"
"There are surveillance cameras in my house." He Zhiyuan explained with a smile, "It's on the big silkworm cocoon you saw."
Hearing the first half of the sentence, Song Ran showed an expression of "So it is", nodded again and again, and then heard the second half of the sentence, so scared that the whole person rolled to the ground with the pillow.
How could the other party even know such details
He and the big silkworm cocoon stared at each other for ten seconds after they died. Dad He had no reason to find out!
At this time, He Zhiyuan was sitting in the office of SwordArc headquarters. At twelve noon, the sun was shining brightly, and the tropical flowers and plants were blooming brightly outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. At the same time that the night patrol function of the large silkworm cocoon was turned off, the monitoring signal also disappeared, and the display screen switched back to a 9-second video.
The video starts from the beginning, and first, a young man in a red and white plaid apron is leaning against the door of 8012A, staring at the camera with great confusion. Then the camera gradually zoomed in, and the young man seemed a little worried and took a step back. Suddenly, Boob appeared from the left side of the screen, and rushed over with a pile of clothes. The young man quickly squatted down, just in time to be hit by the child.
In addition to videos, three new logs have been added to the database.
The first, red, non-registered suspicious object alert log, April 03, 21:17:36.
Article 2, Yellow, Danger Level Down - No aggressiveness predicted, April 03 at 21:17:40.
Article 3, Green, Secure Object Changelog, 03 Apr 21:17:45.
The moment when the last log was updated was the second when Boo Bo threw himself into Song Ran's arms.
Video so far.
From the initial suspicious object to the later safe object, SwordArc implements a total of twelve judgment criteria, of which the three with the highest weight are: first, the behavior of the child (judged as active closeness); second, the child's emotion ( According to the infrared thermal image, it is judged as a state of joy/happiness); third, the behavior of the observed object (the score is always below the danger threshold).
Song Ran didn't know that in those short nine seconds, he not only obtained a new ID number, logged into the list of safe objects of the big silkworm cocoon, but also collected a set of simple basic information.
Height: 177±1cm;
hair color: black;
Appearance: Keep a screenshot of the face from the video, with high pixels, clear facial features, and a set of facial feature recognition data extracted from it.
Safety factor: 0.672.
His initial safety factor was not too high, and he was temporarily judged by SwordArc as a "delivery/courier", and the scope of activities free from triggering the defense mechanism was limited to one square meter at the door. In the future, whenever he appears within the field of vision of the cocoon, the data about him will be updated, and the initial safety factor will be reduced or increased accordingly.
When the safety factor is higher, he will be judged as a "property/general maintenance personnel" and can enter the living room, kitchen, dining room and balcony of 8012B, perform more complex behaviors, and have a longer stay.
As the status goes up level by level, the range of activities that are exempt from triggering the defense, the types of permitted behaviors and the maximum stay time will be gradually released.
And among all the security identities, the one with the highest level is called "family member".
They are the core protection objects of SwordArc and also have full active access to 8012B. When an unfamiliar object appears at home and comes into contact with a "family member", their behavioral response will be the most weighted of all the judgment criteria SwordArc performs in its safety factor assessment.
8012B Current number of "family members": 2.
Song Ran got up in embarrassment, and picked up the pillow and mobile phone from the floor in the dark. He Zhiyuan didn't ask the other party how to open the God's perspective, He Zhiyuan said first: "What's your name?"
"Ode... Ode to Ode, Ode to Ode, of course."
His conditioned reflex, self-reported home.
"Song Ran."
He Zhiyuan tapped the keyboard, quickly updated SwordArc's database, took a sip of coffee, and commented, "It's a rare surname."
"Yeah, the police station almost refused to report the account."
Song Ran echoed dejectedly, her two eyelids drooping lower and lower, and she was about to fall asleep again.
He Zhiyuan smiled and said, "A rare surname is also good."
Song Ran opened his eyes: "For example?"
"For example, it can be unforgettable."
"Just kidding, is this a benefit?" Song Ran was quite disappointed, her eyelids closed, and she slammed back onto the sofa, "Everywhere I go, I'm asked if I'm a pseudonym, this kind of trouble, do you ordinary people with the surname He? will understand…”
He Zhiyuan laughed dumbly.
The picture on the screen has switched to a new window, and in the command bar, the bright green cursor is blinking behind the word "Song Ran" at a fixed frequency. His fingers hovered a centimeter above the enter key, and he didn't press it. After three seconds, he changed his mind, switched the window back to the SwordArc database, grabbed his coffee, and left the office.
In fact, the "benefit" he wanted to say was not being memorable, but - the more unique the name, the easier it is to be exposed online. If necessary, his personal tool can capture more than 90% of Songran's online whereabouts within a minute, generating an hourly resume. In this resume, Songran will have no privacy at all.
But He Zhiyuan thinks it is unnecessary.
This young man made him feel an indescribable relaxation, and he was willing to give unconditional trust based on those few blunt words.
On the other side of the world, Song Ran, who was unconditionally trusted by He Zhiyuan, has long been trapped into a sloppy dog. He leaned against the pillow and asked half-awake, "Mr. He, is there anything else you can do? If it's all right, I… "
He Zhiyuan: "Yes."
"Oh." Song Ran was very frustrated, "you said."
He Zhiyuan sat down by the fountain in the small open-air garden. This is a relatively quiet place, suitable for talking about today's topic.
"Song Ran, I have carefully considered your opinion and think you are right. Boo Boo is still young and not suitable for changing babysitters too frequently... "
Song Ran nodded with satisfaction: "Yes."
Knowing that mistakes can be corrected is great. It seems that Dad He still has a bit of self-consciousness as a parent.
"... But it's not easy for me to find acquaintances." He Zhiyuan added, "You may not know my situation, my parents and classmates are not in S City, the reason why I settled here is because Because the company plans to develop in the domestic market for a long time, S City happens to be the most ideal location. There are not many trustworthy people around me, and there are some acquaintances in the business field, but I do not feel comfortable entrusting Bubu to them.”
"That… "
Leave it to me!
Song Ran sat up excitedly and almost blurted out. He Zhiyuan didn't give him a chance to speak, and continued: "I did find a suitable candidate, but my relationship with him... how can I put it, I'm not too familiar with him."
"Oh."
Song Ran turned from sunny to cloudy in a second, and then hunched back on the sofa.
"It's not too familiar" is also familiar, at least it must be moderately cooked. He is a strange neighbor. He is a cold dish even if he survives to death. He has never even entered the pot. No matter how ill-hearted Dad He was, he wouldn't be stupid enough to leave Boo Bu to him.
Even though she thought so, Song Ran didn't hold back and asked unwillingly, "It's not too familiar, how familiar?"
The other party replied: "I haven't seen it before. I talked on the phone for a few minutes before, and the impression is not bad."
no... haven't seen... chatted on the phone for a few minutes...
Song Ran was stunned, and the barrage in front of him exploded into fireworks again - this is really "cooked"! Why is your old man's definition of "cooked" so fresh and refined, so unexpected? If you talk on the phone for a few minutes, you are an acquaintance, but what about those who have met you? Taoyuan's righteousness, blood for an alliance, a knife between two sides
The road is dark and full of brothers and sisters, why don't you recognize your relatives
Song Ran held the phone, his bones rattling.
To be honest, he had never seen a parent more irresponsible than He Zhiyuan in his life. If He Zhiyuan is in front of him, he promises that his mobile phone must have been smashed in the face!
"Mr. He, my speech is a bit direct. You can make do with a few sentences, but you won't be able to pull it down." Song Ran switches the battle mode with one key, and casts the cynicism skill, "According to common sense, we usually call those who are only on the phone for a few minutes as 'unfamiliar'. People', not called 'acquaintances'. Maybe Mr. He, you are well-liked, and you can really make a reliable friend who can take care of Boob after a few minutes of phone calls, but do you think it is very likely to happen? "
"Look at this, can it work? The previous suggestion that you should treat it as my dream talk, now I'm awake, especially sober, I sincerely suggest that you find a new auntie for Boobu according to the original plan, carefully screen and verify carefully, at least in case One day Boo Bo gets lost, you don't even know who to ask for the child, do you?"
His words were actually quite offensive, but when the other party heard it, he laughed lowly. Song Ran's scalp was numb, her heartbeat was chaotic, and she threw the phone out for two meters like a hot potato.
What are you flirting with in the middle of the night? !
Do you know that this is a gay, and I scare you to death!
The good-natured Mr. He never seemed to be angry, even if he was ridiculed like this, when Song Ran pulled the phone out of the sofa, he still heard his gentle voice: "Song Ran, you don't think you have any ideas. Arbitrary?"
boom!
This time, the pillow was smashed out by two meters.
"Arbitrary? Mr. He, if not for... "
"Song Ran, a villain who is close to me will not become a good person, and a good person who is close to me will not become a villain. Whether a person is reliable or not depends on his own character, not how much I am with him. Familiar." He Zhiyuan cast a full-level defense skill with 100% damage rebound, "I think I have a good eye for people, even if we only chat for a few minutes, but will the other party take children and be considerate to children? I can tell."
All right, you are right. It is extremely, special, and quite reasonable. I, a little painter with no eloquence, can't tell you.
Song Ran gritted his teeth furiously, reached out and grabbed the other pillow, biting the edge of the fabric - anyway, when you go to the valley next month to look for missing children, I will definitely not help you!
He stared at the screen, moved his finger to the on-hook button, and said viciously and viciously: "Mr. He, I think what you said is very reasonable, and your friend is also very suitable for taking care of the child. I wish you cooperation and tacit understanding. , grow old together, and be happy! It's 3:10 Beijing time, and I'm so sleepy that I can't keep my eyes open. Do you have anything urgent to say?!"
He Zhiyuan: "Yes."
…
With your sister!
Song Ran raised a standard, powerful and domineering middle finger to the sky: "Speak!"
Then he heard the other party clear his throat, and spoke very solemnly and politely: "That's it, Songran, there is a four-year-old child in my family named He Yueyang, nicknamed Bubu, very good, you I've seen it too, and now I'm lying on your bed."
How do you feel... a little bad
"I'm on a business trip abroad for the past two weeks, so I'll be quite busy, so I can't take care of him personally. It just so happened that the nanny at home also asked for leave."
How do you feel... it's getting worse
"Although we've only spoken on the phone once, and we're not too familiar with each other, please allow me to take the liberty of asking—Song Ran, would you like to help me take care of the child?"
Song Ran's expression was sluggish, her hands trembled, and she pressed the hang up button.
"beep-"
The call was cut off.
He Zhiyuan lowered his head and stared at the pitch-black screen of his mobile phone, thinking, "Oops... I seem to be a little too funny."
Three minutes later, the screen lit up, and the other side called back. He Zhiyuan answered the phone, only to hear Song Ran's trembling voice say, "He, Mr. He, you... can't you just tell me directly, this way of deliberately digging a hole to make me jump is really... It hurts the feelings of the neighbors... "
Because he was completely awakened, the young man resumed his previous stammering, and occasionally swallowed twice. The hedgehog with the needle pointed to Maimang just now disappeared, and it turned into a harmless soft snail.
He Zhiyuan leaned against the wall and couldn't stop laughing. After a while, he said, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."
The other side heard his laughter and remained silent awkwardly.
"So, about the answer..." He Zhiyuan asked, "Song Ran, would you like to?"
In 8012A's living room, Song Ran was holding the phone, her cheeks were getting redder, and she suddenly buried her face in the pillow.
Don't be so gentle, okay
Do you know that your voice with this tone... It really looks like a marriage proposal!
Song Ran was so entangled that he almost smashed the pillow in his arms. Finally, the strong man broke his wrist, made up his mind, gritted his teeth and replied, "I will."