At this moment, how should he speak?

Countless chaotic thoughts flickered in Pei Qingyuan's mind. He clearly saw the moonlight above his head pouring down from the sky like a waterfall, and inexplicably remembered what he thought in his heart when he passed this street every late night when he came home from school. Mathematical problems, complicated formulas and numbers occupy half of the mind, while Ji Tong sits on the back seat of the bicycle, sometimes chatting with me, sometimes just quietly grabbing the corner of his clothes.

When Ji Tong was silent, Pei Qingyuan looked back occasionally, and he could see a touch of soft hair, quietly eating snacks with his head down, or staring at the passing scenery on the street corner in a daze.

The moonlight is clearer tonight than it was then.

He also had problems that were harder to find answers to.

The evening wind in the summer night blew the same soft short hair, Pei Qingyuan was only one step away from that thin back, immersed in the hot heartbeat, still didn't know which sentence to choose as the beginning of the story.

He seemed to have forgotten how to speak.

In the next second, the homeless boy heard the very light footsteps, and turned his head. The moonlight smudged from his hair to his brows and eyes, and over those bright and smiling eyes, he could vaguely see it in his strange and delicate facial features. She looks like a child, but her complexion is fairer than when she was a child.

This time, he didn't have to work hard to raise his head, as long as his gaze was raised slightly, he could clearly see the appearance of the person in front of him.

Ji Tong stared at the host's face that was a little less youthful than a year ago, and suddenly whispered: "Do you want to cry?"

Seeing the host's dazed look at this moment, he couldn't help but think of the day when he first met, the seventeen-year-old boy surrounded by countless gazes and noisy words, with complex and difficult waves surging in his eyes.

So this is the first sentence he said to Pei Qingyuan.

Pei Qingyuan, who had grown up a little, still didn't answer this question.

In the silence with few cicadas chirping, he remembered the same day and asked in a hoarse voice, "What's wrong with you?"

It turned out that the host also remembered the original dialogue.

Thinking of this, Ji Tong smiled even more intensely in his eyes, and replied cooperatively: "I can't find a home."

New paragraphs began to creep in.

As he finished speaking, a burst of warmth surged across his wrist.

"Let's go home."

The slender fingers with well-defined knuckles grasped the wrist that seemed too pale, and led him to the direction of home.

For the first time, Ji Tong realized that the host's palm was so hot.

The homeless boy who was picked up stayed obediently in the back seat of the car, watching the familiar scenery drift away slowly.

The host tonight was exceptionally quiet.

The corner of the thin clothes fluttered in the wind, and while the host couldn't see his nervous expression, Ji Tong asked nervously, "Do I look weird?"

Why would the host be dazed and silent when he saw him for the first time?

In fact, he has always felt that this kind of self is not good-looking, but it is rare to live again, if there is a chance, he still wants to become the familiar look.

Pei Qingyuan responded quickly: "It's not surprising."

After a pause, he asked, "Why did you choose such a shape?"

Ji Tong had already prepared for this, and said nonsense: "It was generated based on the average face of an eighteen-year-old human male, but the database may not have been updated for a long time, and it was infected with a virus before, so the effect may not be accurate..."

The host's answer was nice.

"This look is not average, it's special."

Ji Tong could hear the sincerity in the host's words, first happily dispelled the uneasy emotions, and then wrote a note for the host in the diary.

Unexpectedly, I accidentally discovered the type that the host likes.

It should be a little sick.

It may also be that she simply likes people with fair skin or who are shorter than herself.

It's hard to say, but I will write it down first.

After the host's emotional line unfolds, he will know what kind of person he likes.

Anyway, as long as the host doesn't dislike this appearance.

Following Pei Qingyuan back home, looking around at the house full of cute things, Ji Tong couldn't help but think that people are really childish when they become children.

In the past, he was a child, he could do anything without any scruples, even if he was cute to the host, but now that he has grown up, he has to restrain himself.

So Ji Tong didn't run after Hua Hua all over the room as soon as he got home as usual. He stood in the porch, hesitating a little, not knowing where to go next.

He secretly looked at Pei Qingyuan who was locking the door. It was the first time he looked at the host almost at the same level, and he always felt that it was very different from before.

There was a subtle sense of strangeness and shyness in the air.

When Huahua saw a stranger enter the room, she stared at him, and smelled a familiar smell, she hurried over and threw herself into the embrace of the stranger.

Ji Tong caught it in surprise.

Usually Huahua is the first to pounce on the host, because the host is obviously more beautiful than the children.

He saw Huahua's smirk showing on his face, and rubbing his chin with the top of his furry head.

Very well, cats follow the owner, and they all like the same type.

Ji Tong was rubbing the cat's face when he heard the host's voice in his ears: "Measure your height?"

...The smile froze suddenly.

He didn't want to reveal that he was only 179 at all.

Seeing the seriousness of the host's expression, Ji Tong sighed quietly, and stood in front of the giraffe's height sticker.

Pei Qingyuan lowered his head slightly, and put his palm on the top of his head. Ji Tong honestly dismissed the idea of ​​standing on tiptoe, and held his breath involuntarily.

When he let go, Ji Tong turned around and saw him draw a line on the giraffe height sticker with a pen.

The high and low scratches merged together, and the height sticker used by only one person suddenly showed the trace of another person.

Pei Qingyuan stared at these lines: "You said that many human families do this."

Of course, the number of members in a family should be greater than one.

Only then did Ji Tong realize his intentions, and he became inexplicably happy.

It would be even better if his line could be drawn on top of the host's lines.

"Do you want supper?"

"Don't..." Ji Tong originally wanted to maintain his fresh and mature image, but after thinking about it, he still couldn't resist the temptation, "Don't do too much."

The host walked towards the kitchen skillfully.

The strangeness disappeared.

Ji Tong is still Ji Tong, just grown up.

This night, before he fell asleep, he specially rummaged through the closet for a long time, choosing the clothes he would wear when he woke up tomorrow.

Since neither Fu Yinyin nor Fang Hao could see, he decided to wear the style chosen by the host first.

And in the room separated by a wall, Pei Qingyuan's long-awaited dream finally came on this emotionally disturbed night.

A blank room, a huge mushroom, a boy sitting against the backlight, and a black smart assistant on the bedside table.

But this time, the dream that haunted him for a long time suddenly had a clear face.

The boy sitting in the light heard the sound of the door opening at the same time as him.

The boy's back trembled slightly, and then he turned his head impatiently, with excitement and joy, as if he had been waiting for this day for a long time.

He turned around for the first time.

Pei Qingyuan saw a pale face that was smiling.

It was Ji Tong who had grown up.

The door opened slowly, and there were many people in white coats standing outside the room, and Pei Qingyuan's indistinct voice echoed everywhere.

But he finally realized that this is a ward.

A white sterile ward.

The boy put down the book in his hand, hugged Xiaomei who was already looking a little old, passed by him who was invisible, and tentatively walked towards that lively world.

The moment he walked out of the door, bright air rushed into his breath instantly, he seemed to want to cough, but he tried hard to hold it back.

Doctors and nurses surrounded him with smiles to congratulate him. Some took notebooks to carefully record his condition, some took cameras to record the scene, and some brought a large bouquet of fragrant flowers, but they hesitated to approach him.

The boy took the initiative to walk towards the flowers. He stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to embrace the freshest bunch of flowers, but he coughed violently uncontrollably.

The people around were flustered. Amidst the sudden and chaotic footsteps, Pei Qingyuan saw that he was still smiling, with physiological tears overflowing from the corners of his eyes, but his eyes were chasing and looking at the bouquet of flowers that were getting farther and farther away.

At least he was in a world of bright colors with the flowers.

After waking up from the dream, Pei Qingyuan couldn't forget that look for a long time.

He saw Ji Tong who had grown up, so the lonely boy in his dream had a face.

A system that has grown up and has a legal identity can more naturally integrate into human society and have independent interpersonal relationships, so the teenager in the dream also walked out of the room and walked towards the crowd.

It still sounds like a reflection of reality.

But is all this really just his imagination of the system?

he does not know.

Before the memory slipped away, Pei Qingyuan wrote down all the details of the dream in words.

Then he changed his clothes and went out, wandering in the quiet streets in the early morning, and finally walked to the flower shop that he had never stopped before.

In the breeze blowing across his cheeks, he picked flowers jerkyly.

When Ji Tong walked out of the room wearing refreshing new clothes, he accidentally saw a bouquet of flowers still stained with dew on the coffee table in the living room.

If it wasn't for Huahua with a loving **** rolling around next to the vase, he almost thought he had gone to the wrong house.

The host was making breakfast in the kitchen, Ji Tong knocked on the glass door and asked curiously, "Did the host go out to buy flowers this morning?"

"Well, welcome to a new life." Pei Qingyuan took off his apron, "Breakfast is ready."

In fact, he didn't know why he went to buy flowers.

But he thought, this vase of flowers is more beautiful than the unapproachable bunch in his dream.

Ji Tong obviously also likes this latest decoration that appeared at home, and he turned his head to look at the vase on the coffee table at least twenty times in just one breakfast.

Pei Qingyuan guessed that he engraved the appearance of every flower into his heart.

But he felt that his system should see more scenery.

More than a bouquet of flowers, and more than cake models in a vitrine.

When he stretched out his hand to hold the cold pale wrist in the hot evening wind, only this thought remained in his mind.

After breakfast, the two went to the police station to go through the script process. Ji Tong reapplied for his ID card, because the information found in the system showed that he was an adult and a homeless orphan, and the police could not arbitrarily decide on him. It is necessary to respect his personal wishes.

So after registering Pei Qingyuan's information, they let Ji Tong leave with this kind man.

In the scorching summer, there was comfortable air-conditioning in the bus. Ji Tong sat in the seat by the window, looked down at the paper receipt for receiving his ID card in his hand, and looked up at the scenery outside the window.

Pei Qingyuan always unconsciously shifts his gaze to the young man beside him.

Ji Tong is wearing the clothes he bought for today a few months ago.

It was a feeling that was hard to describe in words.

When he picked up this dress in the mall, he imagined the scene of it being worn on his body, the system of becoming an adult, and the future that should have been clear and definite.

But when it really came to this moment, he couldn't even see clearly his current chaotic mood.

Pei Qingyuan silently followed the gaze of the young man beside him.

Ji Tong is still full of curiosity about the world, and still concentrates on looking at the clouds in the sky and the flowers on the roadside, but he no longer speaks out excitedly like a child.

The sunlight outside the car window stayed in his eyes, shaking gently on the trembling eyelashes.

Pei Qingyuan asked subconsciously: "What shape are the clouds today?"

"The one on the left looks like an elephant again, the one that floated in the sky on your birthday."

He asked, so Ji Tong described it enthusiastically: "The cloud on the right has no shape and is scattered in the sky. I like the strand at the farthest corner, like a rolled up petal."

He listened quietly to this earnest voice, and then heard himself speak jerkyly: "Do you want to see a bigger world?"

"What?"

Ji Tong with a look of surprise finally looked away from the clouds all over the sky, just in time to bump into his emotional eyes.

"Let's go on a trip together."

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