Luo Xiuyun has been working all year round, and there are traces of gray hair on her temples, but she can still see her beautiful face when she was young, and her eyebrows and eyes are somewhat similar to Pei Qingyuan.

At this moment, she raised her head and stared at her son who was much taller than herself, her eyes were filled with disappointment.

Pei Qingyuan's fingers holding the doorknob trembled. He realized that this was not the normal tone of blaming the child for coming home late. She didn't really expect an answer from herself.

She seemed to have an answer in her heart.

Even so, Pei Qingyuan still suppressed the turmoil in his heart, and calmly replied: "I'm going to work."

In front of his separated and reunited mother, he still had instinctive expectations.

"Working? Can't I afford you? I want you to work as a student!" Luo Xiuyun raised her eyebrows and was very angry at his words, "Don't make up these lies with me! Tell me the truth, why did you go to that hotel ? Who told you where Yanyan is?"

As Luo Xiuyun said, she walked forward a few steps anxiously. She didn't expect that Pei Qingyuan would find trouble with Pei Yan. look.

How could her son have such a personality!

In the crowded living room, the atmosphere is like a quietly stagnant vortex.

Pei Qingyuan didn't smile often. He had a cold personality since he was a child, but at this moment, a very faint smile appeared on his lips: "Don't you know where I went? Why do you still ask me?"

Luo Xiuyun's eyes widened in an instant, she was so blocked that she couldn't speak, she raised her hand to stroke her chest in astonishment, and finally managed to utter a series of difficult sentences.

"I know you are used to living a rich life and look down on this family, but Yanyan has returned to his parents, you have to accept this, no matter how useless I am, I am also your mother, you have to listen My words."

"Yanyan has been separated from his parents for so many years, and it must have been a difficult time to adapt to the new environment. He has been very obedient since he was a child, and I don't know if he has been bullied..." Luo Xiuyun's tired eyes were full of sympathy. Undisguised concern, "Can you please leave him alone?"

The anticipation that was clamoring in the chest was shattered into powder in an instant.

Hearing his mother's voice from whining to pleading, Pei Qingyuan felt his fingers being burned cold by the door.

What about him?

Did he have an easy time this time?

"I didn't." He heard his dry voice.

"Then don't go looking for him again, okay?" Luo Xiuyun tried to be emotional, "Yanyan saw you at the hotel, and even called to ask what's wrong with you. He was afraid that something would happen to you, so you will take his place too." think about..."

Pei Qingyuan watched this thin woman quietly, speaking every word, as if it was the most precious part of her heart.

So he asked abruptly: "Mom, what will you call me?"

Luo Xiuyun's words were interrupted, she was stunned for a moment before she understood the question, and said slowly: "Qing...Qingyuan."

It's a very unfamiliar address. These days, Luo Xiuyun uses "you" instead.

Qingyuan was not her name, nor was Pei her late husband's surname. The elders of the Pei family asked Pei Qingyuan to keep her surname. Anyway, her man had passed away, so Luo Xiuyun agreed.

Although she didn't know the reason for the Pei family's request, she was afraid that if she didn't agree, it would have an impact on Pei Yan's life there, and it was always difficult to figure out the thoughts of rich people.

Just a surname.

Maybe Pei Qingyuan himself didn't want to change his surname, Luo Xiuyun thought so.

This incongruous name built a high transparent wall between them.

Pei Qingyuan smiled again: "Don't force it."

He closed the door, changed into his slippers, and walked into the room that belonged to him.

Before closing the door, he said softly, "I won't bother them."

Not only Pei Yan, but them, including Pei Yan, Pei Minghong and his wife, a family of three who had finally reunited.

Luo Xiuyun watched the door close. Pei Qingyuan was obviously taller and taller than Pei Yan, but she could see indescribable fragility from this back view.

She hesitated for a moment, and when she was about to follow, there was a knock on the door outside the house.

So Luo Xiuyun turned around and went to open the door.

Indistinct voices came from outside the room.

Pei Qingyuan knew that it was Luo Xiuyun's younger brother, Luo Zhichang, who had returned, that is, his uncle, a lazy middle-aged man who was lazy all day long, because he was too careless in his work and was fired by the factory that provided board and lodging, so he recently borrowed to live in their house as a floor shop , euphemistically called it to take care of her sister Luo Xiuyun who had a sudden change.

Pei Qingyuan was not interested in the conversation between his mother and uncle, and sat quietly at the narrow desk.

The table lamp on the table was very old, but it was wiped clean. There were many patterns drawn with watercolor pens on the base, which were immature and old, and there was a big smiling face looking at him.

All traces of another person.

Ji Tong in his mind was silent for a while, and finally said cautiously: "Host, do you need comfort?"

Ji Tong didn't dare to look at Pei Qingyuan's current mood, he was afraid that he would be blown into a hair blower again.

This time, he and the host personally experienced Luo Xiuyun's indiscriminate accusations, and even his green data became red with anger, like a ball of fire.

The host is really miserable.

The little fireball robot let out a long sigh.

Pei Qingyuan sat in front of a desk that didn't suit him, remained silent for a while, and replied, "Can you comfort people?"

"Of course, this is a necessary skill for our system." Ji Tong began to run the train with his mouth full of seriousness, "I will push the following data sources for you, please choose: "Classic Humorous Jokes", "Hilarious Brain Teasers", "200,000 Why" "Eight Unsolved Mysteries of the World"..."

While thinking about it, Ji Tong clung to the black outer wall and eavesdropped on the movement in the host's emotional zone.

It seems to be a little smaller.

Nonsensical gags really can effectively divert attention.

Ji Tong calmed down a little, and finally began to comfort the host seriously: "Don't be sad, Ruan Ruan."

The host seemed to be very concerned about the way Luo Xiuyun called Pei Yan.

So Ji Tong decided to call the host with double characters for the eccentric Luo Xiuyun.

Although he knew the pronunciation of Yuan character, from the first time he saw the name, he pronounced it as Pei Qing ruan in his heart, obviously it sounds better like this.

Pei Qingyuan froze when he heard him call that, as if he wanted to say something, his lips moved slightly, but in the end he didn't refute him.

The boy's angular profile was bathed in the light of the desk lamp, casting a lonely shadow on the wall.

The little moths that slipped in through the window flapped their wings and hovered under the lamp, nostalgic for the temperature of the only light here.

The conversation outside the room was deliberately suppressed, hazy, and accompanied by the faint smell of smoke pouring in.

This kind of conversation that deliberately lowered the voice behind people's backs is obviously not a good thing.

"Ruan Ruan, they are whispering." Ji Tong said seriously, "In order to ensure your safety, I'm going to check whether the content of the conversation will have a negative impact on you."

Although Ji Tong has a lot of elegant and easy-going words to give to Luo Xiuyun, as a system, he can't show too much human emotion in front of the host, for example, if he thinks Luo Xiuyun is very angry, the host should run away quickly. There will be such emotions, which make him almost suffocated.

He had to find a way to guide the host away from this wretched mother in a way that conformed to the logic of AI operation, and then start Su Shuang's counterattack.

I don't know when the main task will be triggered.

Without waiting for Pei Qingyuan to react, Ji Tong immediately separated out some data, sneaked into the living room along the wires in the house, and stopped on the electric light closest to them, so that he could stay in the host's consciousness space and observe Luo Luo remotely. Brother Xiuyun seemed to be using a crooked telescope.

Ji Tong likes the form of the system, which is very suitable for watching on other people's TVs.

Pei Qingyuan was silent for a moment, as if he had just recovered from this strange and intimate address, he lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking, but said softly: "Okay."

There is a balcony in the living room that is not too spacious. Luo Zhichang is leaning against the window and smoking a cigarette fiercely, exhaling white smoke from his yellow teeth, his face is tanned, and his not too big eyes are narrowed into a line in satisfaction.

Standing beside him, Luo Xiuyun had long been accustomed to the smell of cigarettes, and now she was wringing her fingers a little uneasily: "Is this really going to work?"

"Of course, it's not like you don't know how much money Pei Minghong has. Donating a few buildings to the school is a matter of waving!" Luo Zhichang spit outside the balcony, "It's just a security job, he told the school Wouldn’t that be enough? I’m going to work, and I’m not letting the school support me for nothing.”

"But, Qing Yuan just went to school there, so you go to be a security guard, will you..." Luo Xiuyun hesitated to speak.

"Are you afraid that he thinks I'm ashamed?" Luo Zhichang sneered, "Sister, he still thinks you're too poor! Yanyan also went to No. 2 Middle School. If you were him, would you object to my uncle going to school?" Do you work here for a living?"

"He won't." Luo Xiuyun immediately shook her head. Everyone knew Pei Yan's kindness. This answer instantly dispelled her worries about Pei Qingyuan's situation in school.

"Besides, you have to hint to Pei Minghong that I work as a security guard in the No. 2 Middle School. I can help him watch that kid every day and prevent him from running around. Isn't this a good thing for our two families to be at peace? I don't need to eat yours Drink yours, that kid is also being watched, otherwise where can I find such an easy job, just sit in the sentry box and play with my mobile phone every day, can you find another one for me?"

Listening to her younger brother's words, Luo Xiuyun remembered Pei Qingyuan's visit to the Pei family in the hotel today, and finally stopped hesitating, gritted her teeth and nodded: "I'll call him in a while."

Hearing this, Luo Zhichang took a puff of his cigarette **** in satisfaction, and threw it out of the window: "That's right, your son has lived a prosperous life for so many years, and in the end we have nothing to gain, so no matter what, there must be something useful, in case that The two husbands and wives miss the old days, and I can help you watch out for sending money and things to your son, so that he won't hide it from you..."

Before he finished his triumphant words, the balcony lamp above his head suddenly made a loud noise, and the bright yellow light bulb burst suddenly, exploding flowers in the lampshade, which made Luo Zhichang tremble in fright, and hurriedly hugged his head.

In the darkness after the lights went out, the siblings looked at each other.

"Damn it, why did the light explode?"

Luo Zhichang stared at the dark electric light in bewilderment, tiptoed to unscrew the lampshade to check the situation, but he was stunned by the electric shock and grinned: "...fuck! It's an evil door!"

Ji Tong, the mastermind behind the scenes, was full of anger, while thinking silently that he is just an AI and will not be angry, and there is no one to replace him when he gets sick.

Fortunately, the host did not hear it directly.

Who are these people?

Ji Tong took a deep breath, tried to maintain the calmness that artificial intelligence should have, and reported the eavesdropping results to the host truthfully: "Luo Zhichang wanted to rely on Pei Minghong's relationship to work as a security guard in your high school, Luo Xiuyun agreed, and they are going to use the reason of watching your whereabouts Convince Pei Minghong."

Pei Qingyuan listened to his concise report, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and his face was cold.

"Judging from the words and deeds of the Luo Xiuyun sister and brother, they don't have deep feelings for you, and instead use you as a tool, which may cause you a lot of trouble, so I suggest that the host leave this house as soon as possible and get rid of these bad relatives relation…"

At this moment, Ji Tong and Pei Qingyuan heard a crisp ding-dong sound at the same time.

The main mission was finally triggered.

"Dear host, a warm family is the cornerstone of a successful career, so the first task you need to complete is—"

The very mechanical electronic female voice came to an abrupt end here, followed by a burst of noise intertwined with bang bang bang and zigzag.

Pei Qingyuan was rarely at a loss: "What's wrong?"

After a while, he heard Ji Tong's pretendingly calm voice: "It's nothing, just exercised."

In the space of consciousness, the colorful robot Ji Tong is pressing an electronic screen on the ground and stomping wildly. After stepping on it, he was puzzled, turned over and continued to step on it.

He saw the mission content on the screen one step ahead of Pei Qingyuan.

[Task content: Have a harmonious and happy family. 】

[Task time limit: one month]

[Task reward: 10 growth points, choose one of the three random rewards. 】

【Main line progress: 0%】

Ji Tong recalled what he just said to the host. Not only was it completely contrary to the main task, but the host seemed to have been persuaded.

He dropped a bunch of shiny electron particles in pain.

Why didn't this crappy mission come out sooner!

And what kind of **** mission is this!