There Is No Afterlife

Olivia, who was still able to play with asteroids as stones yesterday, was completely weak.

His complexion is very poor, completely different from Muggan who runs around outside all year round. Olivia's skin is sickly white, and people can't help but suspect that his blood is blue at first sight. colored.

With such an Olivia as a reference, Mugan looks just too healthy!

Mengmeng looked down at a few big heads with admiration again.

It is also a nanny (←.←) robot. Other robots take care of the grown-up human beings so strong, why are they so sick?

There was an accident when it came out of the shell, and Olivia was a very thin little chirp when she was a child, and she was bald! Three days and two colds and fevers, in order to raise him, the elders named him the girl Olivia. I don't know if it was a good name, but he finally got better, but he was still much thinner than his peers of the same age.

He is obviously a big eater, but he never gets fat, and Mengmeng is worried enough.

As soon as he woke up, he saw Olivia staring at him with two big dark circles under his eyes. Seeing him, Mugan was stunned for a while, and then put on a bright smile on his face.

"Good morning!"

"Okay……"

good you head!

Before the complete sentence could be finished, Olivia's stomach began to twitch again. He had no choice but to hold his stomach and run to the toilet again.

"What's wrong with Olivia?" Mugan asked inexplicably, staring blankly at the direction Olivia ran away.

"He had diarrhea all night." Mengmeng replied.

"Diarrhea? How could it be? Could it be the reason for eating the tomato that was just taken out of the refrigerator?"

"It shouldn't be, Olivia likes cold drinks very much. When did you put the potatoes and tomatoes that Olivia ate yesterday in the refrigerator?" It is very important to find out the cause of the diarrhea, Mengmeng continued to ask Mugan .

"Thirteen years ago, I remember very clearly that the potato and tomato were gifts from Sigmar." Mugan didn't want to eat such precious vegetables that he had only seen in books, so he put them in the refrigerator. Now, the refrigerators remodeled by the uncles are very useful, and things can be stored for a long time.

So, it's not that the time taken out is too short, but the time it takes to put in is too long...isn't it the reason?

Mengmeng is stuck again.

After eating the old tomatoes and potatoes that had been frozen in the refrigerator for thirteen years, don't tell Olivia such cruel news.

Mugan didn't think anything was wrong at all. On his birthday a year ago, Sigma brought him a potato from the refrigerator and boiled it for him to eat. Mugan was happy and moved, and he didn't have diarrhea at all. Symptoms ︿(￣︶￣)︿.

Under Muggan's concerned gaze, Olivia finally crawled out of the toilet again. This time, he didn't even have the strength to scold people, and lay straight on the ground, his eyes closed, and he fell asleep.

"Olivia must be very uncomfortable, you see, his dark circles are coming out." When he was about to fall asleep, he faintly heard the man named Mugan talking beside him.

"Olivia is really uncomfortable, but he has dark circles in his eyes." Mengmeng, that idiot, is obviously a robot, why is there so much nonsense? You see, Muggan's robot looks like a real robot, right?

But... maybe it's not his fault...

From childhood to adulthood, there were so many people around him, but whenever he was sick, there was always only Mengmeng beside him. Maybe it was because he was afraid that he would be bored, or maybe because he wanted to create a lively feeling, Mengmeng read to him next to him every day.

Poems, fairy tale books, jokes, all kinds of books that Mengmeng can find and that people will be interested in, Mengmeng will read to him. I don't know if it is because I have received too much spam, but over time, Mengmeng has become what it is now.

"I bought a children's eye cream for Olivia, specifically to remove dark circles, but he doesn't need it." Mengmeng was still talking. Then, when the eyes were cold, Olivia thought angrily: Mengmeng is secretly applying some children's eye cream to herself again!

But he was tired after all. After a while, a warmer touch than Mengmeng's icy mechanical wings touched his eyes, and the feeling of being too comfortable made him relax, and in the next second, Olivia couldn't hold on anymore. Can't stop falling into the black sweet town.

***

Olivia woke up again feeling warm, very relaxed and comfortable.

The stomach that used to be extremely painful is now quiet and quiet, although it is a little shriveled, but not hungry - it seems that Mengmeng has supplemented herself with nutrients halfway through.

Raising her head slightly, Olivia yawned and looked around: Mengmeng was sitting on the quilt between his legs, her **** was facing him, and beside him stood a few big heads and a half body. Robot, they are watching TV together; look to the right: on the right is Muggan, who has not had any good since he met, and the disaster star is sitting next to him, holding a piece of clothing in his hand, sewing repair.

A very peaceful scene, Olivia was stunned:

A poem immediately popped into his mind—

One end of the thread is my armor;

The other end of the line is your heart;

Missing is the thread, and love is the armor;

I will come back safe, with your heart,

with a bouquet of flowers.

The psalm describes a man who participated in the war was seriously wounded and lay weak in bed. He saw in the psychedelic candlelight, the scene of his lover's tears sewing up his armor for him.

Olivia decided to name the poem "The Armor of Love," and returned it to the 1200th issue of The Poet.

This is the second result indirectly caused by Chinao Kan Mengmeng studying at Olivia's bedside - Olivia has become a poetry lover and especially likes to improvise poetry.

→_→The kind that is especially fussing, especially sensitive, romantic, and especially not popular.

Olivia, who looks very depraved, is slender and sensitive in nature, and has an extremely transparent artist's heart!

It didn't take long for Olivia to wake up before Mugan noticed him.

Closing the clothes in his hands, he gave Olivia a bright smile.

"Awake?"

Olivia nodded.

"You sweated a lot before, so I took off your clothes and washed them. Seeing that it was a little torn, I'll mend it for you." Mugen said, handing over the clothes in his hand.

The smile of the young Mugan was too warm, and Olivia felt a little dizzy.

His dizziness only stopped at the moment when he shook out his pants——

"Ma Dan--" The moment he saw his pants, there was nothing poetic, moving, or dizzy, and Olivia cursed.

Mugan sewed all the big holes in his trousers for art!

Sure enough, the ancestors said it well: Chai, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, tea... All are the enemies of art!