Don’t Covet the Beautiful System!!

Among the crowd looking up at the fireworks, Fang Hao, who couldn't take the time to look around, was the first to discover Ji Tong's New Year gift.

He reached out to poke the crystal ball curiously: "Where did you get it? Did you buy it in the square?"

Ji Tong dodged swiftly, and proudly said: "The host gave it to me."

As soon as he moved, snow fluttered again in the transparent world, with a kind of crystal clear beauty.

Fang Hao muttered something cheap, and began to mutter: "It's so beautiful when it snows. This kid looks like you. Is it to commemorate the day when the snowman was built? But why is there no me? Obviously I was there."

"Because I'm more photogenic."

"Ah-"

Ji Tong rushed to answer: "Oh, childish!"

"Why did you steal my lines!"

Fu Yinyin, who was holding the cat and staring at the night sky, heard their voices and looked sideways.

She was first amused by the conversation between the two of them, a smile appeared in her eyes, and then she was covered in surprise.

The crystal ball shining brightly under the fireworks is like a gorgeous and blurred dream.

Is this a gift from Ji Tong's host?

This is an unusual gift for an AI system.

In Ji Tong's joyful reaction, Pei Qingyuan seemed relieved, satisfied with the effect of this gift, and quietly listened to his bickering with Fang Hao.

Fu Yinyin looked away thoughtfully.

When the last trace of fireworks in the night sky dissipated, the crowded crowd began to leave the venue in an orderly manner, rushing home to watch the party to welcome zero.

On the way back, Ji Tong held the crystal ball happily and refused to let go, while the camera was hung around Pei Qingyuan's neck.

Before leaving the central square, he offered to take pictures of Ji Tong and the others.

Ji Tong is always taking pictures of others, but he rarely appears in the photos.

During the most special Spring Festival that Pei Qingyuan has experienced so far, he personally took an equally special photo.

Under the sky full of fireworks, a smiling Fu Yinyin held the cat in her arms, Fang Hao had a cool face, and Ji Tong was sitting on the fence with a smile.

It looks like a family of three.

Fu Yinyin looks like an elegant and intellectual young mother, but Fang Hao's personality is actually more like a child than Ji Tong's, and he doesn't look like a father at all.

...why did he start imagining seriously?

Pei Qingyuan tried to expel this weird thought from his mind, and concentrated on washing vegetables in the kitchen.

I bought a lot of vegetables at the market during the day, most of them were prepared for the sumptuous supper at night, and many of them were Ji Tong's favorite.

But Ji Tong doesn't seem to have anything he doesn't like.

The sound of the lively party on the TV in the living room came into the kitchen. Ji Tong and Hua Hua lay in front of the table, holding their chins in unison, watching the hot bubbles gradually rising from the hot pot.

There was a light in the crystal ball in Ji Tong's hand, and the fine snow was flying tirelessly, illuminating the twinkling light in his eyes.

Fang Hao, who has an adult shell, was assigned a task. He was peeling quail eggs with straight eyes, and had already peeled off the surface of the moon one after another.

Fu Yinyin, who was arranging a plate of melon and fruit snacks, couldn't stand it any longer. She reached out to save the poor quail eggs, peeled them neatly, and sent them to the kitchen.

After Pei Qingyuan took it, he simply cleaned it, and skillfully poured it into the casserole that was stewing the braised pork.

Fu Yinyin leaned against the kitchen door and looked at it for a while, and said sincerely: "It smells delicious, your cooking skills are good, and today's dinner is also delicious."

Pei Qingyuan responded, "Thank you."

She remembered the photo Ji Tong sent in the group a few months ago when the host cooked for the first time, and couldn't help but said: "I remember Xiaotong said that you are very talented when you cook for the first time. "

Hearing what she said, Pei Qingyuan honestly criticized himself: "The braised pork that time was too salty, the scrambled eggs with tomatoes were too sweet, and the fried vegetables were too bland. The taste was problematic, only the appearance was okay."

He clearly remembered every detail of that meal.

And Ji Tong doesn't care about the salty taste at all, and looks very happy after eating.

Fu Yinyin looked at the high school student who was calm and polite just now, and suddenly seemed a lot more real.

Even the sentences are getting longer.

She thought for a while, and suddenly said straight to the point: "What do you think of the system?"

Pei Qingyuan was a little surprised.

He originally wanted to find an opportunity to ask Fu Yinyin more about the system, but she didn't expect her to bring it up.

Seeing his surprised gaze, Fu Yinyin said bluntly: "I saw that you gave Xiaotong a gift, which is very beautiful, but for our system, such a gift is rare."

Ji Tong's host learns to cook, Fang Hao's host refines the scabbard, these things can be said to be closely related to the host himself, even if there is no system, they will do that.

If the host gets along well with the system, it is just a matter of following the other party's taste in food and the aesthetics of the color of the scabbard. Humans are inherently easily influenced by people or things close to them.

But the snow crystal ball is different, it has nothing to do with the host itself, it is a gift in the true sense, purely to make the recipient feel happy.

Pei Qingyuan seemed to understand what she meant, paused, and replied cautiously: "I regard the system as a friend, just like systems can also be friends."

From the day he met Ji Tong, he never regarded Ji Tong as a cold tool, an artificial intelligence that only helped him.

After seeing Ji Tong's daily life with these system friends, Pei Qingyuan felt that Ji Tong was no different from ordinary humans except for the complicated and beautiful mechanical heart like the ocean.

Although that mechanical heart may mean some kind of gap and boundary that cannot be crossed.

Hearing this clever answer, Fu Yinyin laughed.

She originally wanted to remind her of something, but she didn't say it because she was afraid it would be counterproductive.

She was about to turn around and leave when she heard Pei Qingyuan's serious voice again.

"Ji Tong is my most important friend." He asked, "To what extent is the mission complete? Will the system leave this world after all the missions are over? How can I stay?"

He thought that Ji Tong should like the present world.

Fu Yinyin was startled.

The high school student in front of him was not asking what he would look like if he could grow by relying on the system and missions, but was asking when the missions would end and what the system would end up after.

She was silent for a long time, and finally only answered one sentence.

"Wait until you are strong enough."

Is this the answer to the first question, or to all of them?

Pei Qingyuan wanted to say something more, but Fu Yinyin had already returned to the living room, and quickly grabbed Fang Hao's ear, and said angrily: "I haven't seen it for five minutes, and you ruined the fruit plate I worked so hard to make."

Fang Hao argued hard: "Sister Yinyin, don't you think this shape is very creative?"

"Do you mean the large piece of peanuts thrown on the table, or the melon seeds scattered like ants among the peanuts?"

"Yes, yes, sister Yinyin, you are so smart! This is a copy of the dish I saw on the Internet, steamed eggs with ants!"

"..." Fu Yinyin knocked on his head unbearably, "Shut up!"

Ji Tong, who was watching the excitement, made a mocking voice: "I said you would be beaten."

Fu Yinyin treated the children equally, and pinched the child's face: "I don't want you to stop me."

Ji Tong looked at the kitchen reflexively, just in time to see Pei Qingyuan walking to the door of the kitchen, and immediately asked for help inarticulately: "Master, when is the hot pot?"

Pei Qingyuan retreated to the kitchen rationally, away from this family dispute: "right now."

This sumptuous supper is a table full of mandarin duck hot pot, as well as Ji Tong's favorite braised pork and spicy crayfish.

In front of the steaming hot pot, a beaming party was broadcast on the TV.

Fang Hao, who had just been cleaned up, ate the crayfish honestly, and praised: "The crayfish is so delicious, I will learn how to cook crayfish after I go back."

"There seems to be no crayfish in ancient times." Ji Tong corrected, "You have to start with the introduction and breeding."

"Ah, no wonder I haven't seen it after staying for so long." Fang Hao had a sudden thought, "If I succeed in breeding and make spicy crayfish, you said those old bigu monsters could bear the scent when they smelled it. Do you want to continue without eating?"

Ji Tong imagined how Long Aotian's fantasy world painting style would change into a gourmet article, and encouraged him maliciously: "You can try it, and remember to show me the video when the time comes."

Now that Pei Qingyuan heard this kind of strange dialogue spanning ancient and modern times, his heart was completely calm, and he could even imagine it.

He scalded the fat beef with a colander, took it out and put it into Ji Tong's bowl, with natural movements.

While listening to the two children's nonsense, Fu Yinyin looked at the couplet on the kitchen door, and joked, "I didn't notice just now, this couplet is really interesting, sweet and sour pork ribs braised with prawns..."

When she got to the top of the Hengpi entrance examination, the steady colander in Pei Qingyuan's hand finally shook.

"That's a good word, who wrote it?"

Ji Tong quickly answered: "The host wrote it!"

Pei Qingyuan failed to pretend to be dead, so he could only pretend to be calm and look at the TV screen: "The skit has begun."

"Host, are you embarrassed? Your handwriting is so beautiful, why are you embarrassed—"

Ji Tong was still chattering in his ear, Pei Qingyuan thought for a while, and pinched his face like Fu Yinyin: "Watch TV."

Ji Tong changed his mind instantly, and answered with sparkling eyes: "Crayfish."

Pei Qingyuan resignedly peeled the crayfish.

This supper has been eaten for a long time. The advantage of hot pot is that you can turn off the fire and rest when you are tired, and eat a few more mouthfuls when you are hungry. The room is filled with a lazy New Year's atmosphere.

Fu Yinyin finished writing the lucky characters left for her on the coffee table. Her handwriting was beautiful and full of pride. After pasting it, four completely different handwritings made up a family portrait, but there was a strange sense of harmony. .

Zero o'clock was approaching, and the sound of fireworks and firecrackers sounded intermittently outside the house. Pei Qingyuan went to a quieter room to call grandpa for New Year greetings. Three systems and a cat stood in a row on the balcony to watch the scenery.

On the open space not far downstairs, several families are bringing in heavy fireworks, some plan to light them on time at zero o'clock, and some plan to set them off now.

Fu Yinyin said with emotion: "It's been a long time since I saw people setting off fireworks in the community. It's better to project the world."

After the fuse was lit, the adults led the children and ran aside. The children in woolen hats and gloves covered their ears and jumped excitedly after seeing the first firework take off.

Ji Tong said with envy: "I want to let go too."

Huahua: "Meow meow meow!"

"I'll buy it tomorrow, and we'll set it off together." Fu Yinyin felt the same way, "After watching the fireworks show all night, I still don't think it's enough."

Fang Hao strictly reminded the original schedule: "Tomorrow, I'm going to ride the roller coaster in the amusement park, ride three times!"

Fu Yinyin didn't even bother to criticize him for being naive: "I'm going to the mall at night, and I want to buy clothes for Xiaotong."

Although she has been in charge of the system for a long time, this is the first time she has felt such a warm and happy Chinese New Year atmosphere.

After all, most of the time the system still has to guard their respective hosts and cannot run around. This time it is very lucky. She and Fang Hao’s hosts retreated and escaped. Ji Tong happened to be here for the new year, and his host was willing to Let other systems come over.

I don't know when the next time I come to play.

Ji Tong asked curiously, "Buy me clothes? Why?"

"Because you're about to grow up." Fu Yinyin smiled, "Growing up is something worth celebrating, and you have to buy new clothes."

Especially growing up to the original appearance.

Fu Yinyin still remembers the photo that Ji Tong once sent out, in which he was wearing very light colored clothes.

She thinks Ji Tong is more suitable for bright colors.

Ji Tong's eyes lit up: "Are you going to buy me a black shirt?"

"Well, black shirts, and other things you like, anyway, you can wear them for a long time in the future." Fu Yinyin said softly, "Go to the mall tomorrow."

"Thank you, Sister Yinyin!" Ji Tong said happily, "This is my favorite Spring Festival."

Fu Yinyin patted his head with soft hair: "Me too."

Before Pei Qingyuan walked out of the room after making the New Year's call, she reminded softly: "But you remember, keep the system secret and don't reveal your human identity."

Ji Tong nodded solemnly: "I will work hard for the year-end award!"

Looking at his still childish face, Fu Yinyin seemed to see the thin young man in the photo who would be beckoning to the camera. He had a bright smile that made people want to get closer unconsciously.

When that day comes, how will Ji Tong's host react?

Is the answer still friends?

With a certain keen intuition, she looked at the night sky where the smoke remained.

The colorful fireworks are in full bloom again.