After breakfast, Song Mingxuan told Su Jinzhi that he didn't have to go to class for a few days. He had asked for leave for him and the teacher, and he would return to school to start class next Monday.
Su Jinzhi was actually very happy, after all, he would not have to go to school to see the mosaics, but he still hesitated: "But Dad... I will miss a lot in class..."
Maybe when he goes to class next week, his Chinese textbook will turn into a mosaic on the 1st.
Song Mingxuan immediately bowed his head and kissed him on the forehead: "It's okay, Dad will go to the company to get some things and come back later, Dad will stay with you at home for a few days, you can ask anything you don't understand dad."
It just so happens that Song Yingchu won't come back these few days, so he can seize the opportunity to develop a relationship with his baby.
Su Jinzhi: "!" Home tutoring, it's very exciting to think about it!
Song Mingxuan looked at his younger son Liang Jingjing staring into his eyes, and stroked his head amusedly: "Let's go play, Dad will be back soon."
Su Jinzhi went to the flower room, but this time he was in a good mood, humming a little song in the flower room and watering the pots one by one, watching the drops of water dripping from the shower In the fresh leaves and pistils of the flowers, different shades of light are refracted in the mottled sunlight, I just feel like a jar of jam is brewed in the bottom of my heart, and the nectar is getting sweeter and sweeter.
Number One asked him, "Are you happy?"
"Of course!" Su Jinzhi replied quickly, "I can sleep with my dad at night."
"Don't be too happy." No. 1 reminded him, "I have already detected the value of your love for the general goal of saving."
Su Jinzhi stopped watering, and said after a moment of silence: "It's normal, people live in groups, it's impossible for me to feel nothing about a person I get along with day and night, let alone Song Mingxuan..."
Pampering me like that, his love is not fake.
Unlike Qin Yezhou's feelings covered with a layer of gauze, Feng Jiuli was not destined to be deeply affectionate from the beginning, but after he met me, a part of the real me...
Su Jinhou didn't say all the words that followed, because he didn't know where to start.
This world is a welfare world, which is very plain. He is not like the first world where he comes into contact with a person who has no background information at all, nor is he like the second world who knows the basics and follows the script in an empty life.
Song Mingxuan's appearance was too good, he kept a part of mystery, but he could be understood.
But No. 1 cannot understand these complex emotions. It is just an AI that can only measure human emotions with strings of codes and data. His explanations are meaningless.
"Um."
Su Jinzhi was in a daze, but heard No. 1's "hmm".
"What did you say?" Su Jinzhi returned to his senses and asked No. 1.
Number one said: "I said I got it, your love for saving the total goal is worth 20 points."
Su Jinzhi said in a daze: "Then why don't you punish me?"
No. 1 said: "The host was punished before, but I just wanted to remind the host to abide by the rules in the first few worlds. Now it is the third world, and all conditions will be gradually relaxed. This value is still far from the passing line. The host does not need to go too far. Worry."
Su Jinzhi said "Hey": "No. 1, you are very gentle today, and you talk a lot."
No. 1's voice suddenly became cold: "Oh? Really?"
Su Jinzhi said: "That's right, if you put this in the past, you would definitely torture me to death."
No. 1 sneered, and for some reason, Su Jinzhi heard some complicated emotions from its usual mechanized electronic voice: "Today is your birthday."
Su Jinzhi was stunned.
"You don't have too many ancient earth calendars, so you forget the cosmic star calendar?" No. 1 asked him, "Today is March 17, 3552 in the star calendar, your birthday. Congratulations to the host, you are already 25 years old. Years old."
Su Jinzhi smiled blankly when he heard the words, and said stiffly, "But I'm already dead."
Su Jinzhi, who lived in the 3000th year of the star calendar, is dead, and he doesn't know what kind of state he is in now, keeping a clear mind and living in such grotesque worlds one after another.
It suddenly occurred to Su Jinzhi that he had always thought that number one and number zero were just AIs composed of fixed codes and levels, so what about him
What is he whose body dies but whose mind lives on
No. 1 said: "The body is just time, the time that keeps passing, is composed of one moment after another that keeps disappearing, but if someone remembers your soul, you will live forever."
Su Jinzhi laughed at him and said, "Do souls really exist?"
"Yes." On the 1st, he began to popularize feudal superstitions, "I heard that in another interstellar world, there is another species living on a huge blue planet. Their souls can turn into blue stars and guard them forever. With the hometown."
Su Jinzhi has also heard about that planet, but he has never seen it with his own eyes. It is probably just something people made up at will. Looking at the sunflowers blooming outside the greenhouse, he suddenly asked No. 1: "Today is my birthday, so what about Xigang?" Is your sunflower blooming again?"
He remembered that outside his ward, there was a large field of golden sunflowers.
There is no winter in Naxigang, and the four seasons are warm springs, which are very suitable for recuperation. Therefore, those sunflowers never wither and grow thrivingly.
"Yes, but it's called Rianhua." Number One corrected him.
Su Jinzhi smiled: "No, that's what aliens call it. We earthlings like to call it sunflower, but I think the name 'Rian'anhua' sounds nice too."
Because it seems that someone planted such a flower for him in his memory, that person said to him: "I planted these good-day flowers for you, hoping that they can greet you instead of me every morning when I am not by your side. "
Song Mingxuan came back really quickly, and he brought home most of the important documents in his office.
Song Yingchu has been actively participating in the company's management during this time, wanting to get involved in various affairs, Song Mingxuan was happy to let him help share his work, so he handed over most of the execution power to Song Yingchu without hesitation, anyway, the company The shares are still in his hands, and Song Yingchu can't do anything wrong. He just had a few days of leisure and went home to play with his dear little adopted son.
Su Jinzhi was very happy to learn that today is his birthday in the flower room.
He didn't even want to wear shoes, he threw the shoes stained with grass and dirt beside the shoe cabinet, with bare feet, he stepped on the thick carpet and wobbled up the stairs, spinning, jumping, and carrying his little one with his eyes closed. The schoolbag pushed open the door of Song Mingxuan's study room, spun in like a cat, sank lazily into the man's large chair, stepped on the edge of the mahogany desk with his white toes, and turned around with his strength.
When the large chair led him back to the table again, he saw Song Mingxuan standing by the door looking at him with arms crossed and raised eyebrows.
"Father!" Su Jinzhi stood up nervously, his dizzy body made him stagger, and Song Mingxuan lowered his arms and walked towards him quickly.
"Dizziness?" The man hugged him gently, and the thick masculine breath that didn't belong to him surrounded him. He heard the man's deep voice sounding above his head. Without raising his head, Su Jinzhi could know his deep eyes. The gray pupils must be full of his own figure, his heart was beating wildly, as if falling in love and out of his control, his chin was slightly raised, looking at the tall man in front of him as if hoping for something .
Just as he thought, the man completely reflected his reflection in his pupils, he smiled, raised his hand and pinched his chin to force him to raise his head higher, and then, an expected The kiss was lightly pressed against the corner of his lips, Su Jinzhi held his breath, and slightly closed his eyelashes, hoping that the man would deepen the kiss.
But the man chose to break up immediately. He looked at him with a smile, and asked calmly and slowly, "Jinzhi, do you miss Dad?"
Su Jinzhi pursed his lips, feeling a little disappointed, and replied: "I think about it..."
Hearing this, the man hugged him even harder, and hugged him tightly: "Daddy misses you very much, too."
As soon as he got home, he saw his well-behaved adopted son waiting for him in the study. Song Mingxuan was in a good mood, but when he saw the boy's bare feet from the corner of his eye, he couldn't help frowning: "Why didn't you wear shoes?" When he asked, the boy's white toes curled up uncomfortably on the ground, and he stood in front of him with his head lowered, without saying a word.
Song Mingxuan sighed, and bit the boy's ear with a sense of punishment: "Jinzhi never listens to his father, and his father is very angry."
Hearing what he said, the boy quickly raised his head, grabbed the hem of his clothes and said anxiously: "No! I listen to my father very much!"
Of course Song Mingxuan knew how obedient he was, so obedient that Song Mingxuan couldn't help but wonder if he was also so docile and well-behaved on the bed, looking at him with those brown eyes that sparkled with lust, and then stretched open his The body, let him give and take.
Maybe he can do it step by step without being so formal, which will cause him to miss a lot of heavenly scenes, Song Mingxuan thought to himself.
Song Mingxuan smiled, sat down on the wide chair, then hugged Su Jinzhi on his lap and sat down, opened his schoolbag and took out the textbooks, spread homework paper for the boy, and stuffed the cold pen after heating it into his palm.
"What's wrong with Jinzhi? Dad will teach you." The man said as he kissed his temples.
"I still don't know anything..." Su Jinzhi spoke in a low voice, and his face was a little red, but it was not because he was shy, but because he had a reaction.
He struggled impatiently on Song Mingxuan's lap, but the man thought that he was sitting uncomfortable, so he hugged him in a more intimate position, leaned over to hold his hand, his deep and bewitching voice rang out all the time. Tempting him: "Then let's start with mathematics first, Dad will teach Jinzhi about algebra—"
Song Mingxuan's words stopped abruptly in the middle, because he also found that something was wrong with Su Jinzhi. He paused, let go of the palm that wrapped the young man's fingers, pinched the young man's slender chin and pulled it towards him, and saw him with some surprise. The little adopted son's cheeks were flushed from the torment of lust. Seeing himself looking at him, his little adopted son opened his mouth and gently bit his lower lip with his snow-white teeth. He could see the scarlet tongue that was injured yesterday in front of his eyes. It flashed by, and finally disappeared between the lips with a charming rose color.
Su Jinzhi panted a few times, turned his head away in embarrassment, but at this moment Song Mingxuan suddenly stretched out his hand and touched his mouth accurately, Su Jinzhi couldn't help but tighten his legs, his voice was hoarse and soft, but still Shouting bravado, "Dad!"
The boy's body was already very sensitive, and he couldn't bear the slightest teasing, yet Song Mingxuan deliberately got so close!
All of this was first seduced by my father! Su Jinzhi thought without guilt.
Song Mingxuan smiled and moved his hands away, comforting: "It's okay, Dad often did this like you did when you were young."
Su Jinzhi thought that he didn't want to proceed to the next step, so he struggled a few more times to get off his lap, but he didn't want to be clasped even tighter by the man's arm. He heard his deep voice become a little hoarse , he is very familiar with that tone, it is the sound quality polished by lust: "Has Jinzhi ever had such a situation before?"
"No... Dad, I feel bad..." Su Jinzhi opened his eyes and said nonsense, and said in a crying tone.
Song Mingxuan leaned over and kissed the side of his neck, and kept rubbing the delicate skin behind his ears with the tip of his high nose. Su Jinzhi felt even more uncomfortable being teased by him, and couldn't help making a few small groans, which were captured by Song Mingxuan After the capture, his laughter became deeper and hoarse, with a lot of interest, he straightened Su Jinzhi's head in a hugging posture, and slightly lowered his head to kiss the lower lip where the teeth marks were bitten by the teenager.
He licked the neat row of small depressions with some distress, and then took the boy's lips and sucked gently.
Su Jinzhi lowered his head and said nothing, he was afraid that if he opened his mouth, he would curse someone.
Song Mingxuan thought he was shy, hugged him and kissed him a few more times, then took the young man's hand and brought it under his body: "Then Jinzhi also help Dad to feel comfortable."
As a result, Su Jinzhi stayed in Song Mingxuan's study all afternoon. He didn't learn serious knowledge, but he learned how to be comfortable.
It was the same in the next few days, Song Mingxuan played masturbation and masturbation with him in different ways, except that they didn't make it to the last step, they finished everything, even several times, Su Jinzhi felt that Song Mingxuan was going to get involved, but he He just stopped again, as if he was worried about something.
Su Jinzhi felt sad that if Song Mingxuan went on like this, even if Song Mingxuan gave him ten years of tutoring, he could only watch mosaics.
These days, Su Jinzhi and his father are obsessed with immoral and taboo sensual pleasures. They haven't heard No. 1 speak for several days. He is lying on the big dark blue bed that is no longer abstinent to him. Behind him is Song Mingxuan, naked like him, said to No. 1, "Are you still there?"
No. 1 replied: "I'm going to get off work, let me tell you something."
Su Jinzhi said: "Help me see how much my father's progress is worth."
No. 1 said: "90."
Su Jinzhi asked again: "Where is the one who saved Zhi Target?"
No. 1 said indifferently: "You don't need to ask about this, it's a negative number anyway."
Su Jinzhi was very sad, and said worriedly: "There is a big difference in the progress of the goals in this world."
No. 1 became even more indifferent: "This is how it should be."
"I don't believe in fate!" Su Jinzhi clenched his fists, "I will definitely study hard tomorrow!"
"Oh, I'm off work," Number One said, "It's almost there, I won't take it seriously."
Su Jinzhi sighed: "Oh, that's good, in fact, I'm just talking casually."
Number one: "..."
When I woke up the next day, it was another sweet and sad morning.
Su Jinzhi raised his head and hugged Song Mingxuan's strong waist to accept his hot and humid kiss. He felt that he still didn't want to study today, he just wanted to continue mixing oily and greasy with his father.
However, Song Mingxuan only kissed him for a while before letting him go, straightening his uneven clothes, with a gentle and magnetic voice: "Today, Mr. Zhan is coming to our house for a home visit."
Su Jinzhi was so dazed by his kiss that he didn't hear what he said clearly, and gave a vague "hmm".
Seeing him like this, Song Mingxuan knew that the young man didn't listen to his words seriously, so he couldn't help pinching the tip of his nose amusedly: "Did Jin Zhi hear what daddy said?"
Su Jinzhi pretended to be stupid.
Song Mingxuan sighed: "It turns out that Jinzhi doesn't want to eat cakes anymore."
Su Jinzhi was shocked, and hurriedly raised his hand to grab Song Mingxuan, nodding his head like a chicken pecking at rice: "I want to eat! Dad, I want to eat cake!"
Song Mingxuan took his hand: "You can only eat one piece, if you eat too much, your stomach will hurt."
"Dad, I want to eat two pieces..." Su Jinzhi shook Song Mingxuan's hand to bargain, fearing that he would disagree, he stretched out two fingers in front of him, "Just two small pieces, please, Dad."
Song Mingxuan smiled, did not express his agreement or objection, turned around and walked downstairs, Su Jinzhi quickly took steps to catch up, and kept calling him: "Dad, Dad, Dad..."
Under Su Jinzhi's strong request, he finally got two pieces of strawberry cake as he wished.
There were a few big and watery strawberries sunken on the snow-white cream surface, and a layer of golden honey was poured on it. Su Jinzhi picked up one and fed it into his mouth, and finally licked his fingers.
"Are strawberries sweet?" Song Mingxuan leaned forward and asked as his dark gray pupils darkened as he watched his movements.
Before Su Jinzhi could answer, the man pushed him down on the sofa and kissed him. Su Jin was startled, these days they were making out in the study or in the bedroom, Song Mingxuan was still very well-behaved outside, and at this time Hui Ma's voice was also approaching from far to near, Su Jin panicked and quickly pushed Song Mingxuan away Holding his little cake, he sat on the sofa beside him.
"Master! Master! Young Master's teacher is here!" Mother Hui led Zhan Lanshuang into the room, "Mr. Zhan, go this way."
"Hey." Zhan Lan double-answered, changed into slippers at the entrance and stepped on the carpet, took a deep breath and carefully looked at the luxurious Song residence.
The old house of the Song family was built in the 1950s and 1960s. The old man of the Song family specially invited a Frenchman to design it. Therefore, most of the western architectural styles were integrated, so the walls of the old house were covered with intricate patterns. The dark wallpaper and the floor are covered with thick woolen rugs.
Song Jinzhi was a student who transferred into her class midway, and she didn't pay much attention to it when she heard from the dean that she had left the relationship. Anyway, there were never many transfer students like this, but she didn't expect this child to be so rich.
Seeing Zhan Lanshuang walking in, Su Jinzhi quickly stood up from the sofa, pursed his lips and said in a low voice, "Hello, Teacher Zhan."
"Hello, Mr. Zhan." Song Mingxuan greeted Zhan Lan double-handedly imitating the words of a teenager, then licked his lips, pointed at another piece of untouched cake that Su Jinzhi put on the table and smiled, "Does Mr. Zhan want a cake? At home Freshly made by the chef, the strawberries are very sweet."
His cake!
Su Jinzhi stared at him with wide eyes.
Song Mingxuan smiled and winked at him.
Zhan Lan waved both hands: "No need, I just had dinner on the way here."
"That can also be taken home to eat." Song Mingxuan was very generous.
"Thank you very much, Mr. Song, but I really don't need it. I came today to see if Jinzhi's health is better." Zhan Lanshuang turned to look at Su Jinzhi, "Jinzhi, how are you feeling now? feel better now?"
"It's much better, thank you Teacher Zhan for your concern." Su Jinzhi stood up in a hurry just now, with a piece of white cream on the corner of his mouth, but he was still sitting upright, with his two small hands neatly placed on his knees, making him look abnormal Cute and cute, Zhan Lanshuang couldn't help laughing at his appearance.
Song Mingxuan also laughed. He got up and sat next to Su Jinzhi, held his head and wiped off the cream for him, and said to Zhan Lanshuang unhurriedly, "Jinzhi's health has always been poor, and Mr. Zhan is worried."
Zhan Lan nodded and said: "This is what our teachers should do." After she finished speaking, she paused again, her voice lowered a little, "Mr. Song... I wonder if you have read Jinzhi's midterm report card? Look at it , the college entrance examination is still a few months away..."
Song Mingxuan stroked the soft hair on Su Jinzhi's head and said, "I've read it, and I even signed Jinzhi and wrote a comment."
Zhan Lanshuang's expression instantly became complicated: "Really... you wrote it..."
"Yes." Song Mingxuan replied, "Jinzhi's brother signed it for him before, but last time it was indeed signed by me. Is there any problem? Teacher Zhan."
Zhan Lanshuang had nothing to say: "No." It was because the comment was too shocking that she asked, because she felt that no parent could sign "Keep working hard" after seeing their child's test scores like that. this comment.
The result is really there.