imperfections

Lu Bixing's old secretary-general was about to retire, and his daughter, who worked at the border, sent his grandson back to Venus. On the one hand, it was for the convenience of the child's education, and on the other hand, he was afraid that his life would be empty after retirement, so he wanted to keep him company.

The "daughter" of the old secretary-general was not his own. The girl's parents used to be officials of Gloria Planet. When the pirates invaded the alliance, the former capital of the eighth galaxy was bombed by Prince Gloria, and the whole family was killed. Only then did he escape the catastrophe by seeing off his best friend's family.The old secretary-general was dispatched to Venus at that time, and when he heard the news, he hurriedly took the risk to pick her up in person, and because of this adventure, he escaped the dark period when the Anti-Ukraine Society captured Venus.

The girl was 17 years old at the time, a minor, and it was a time of war, and the old Secretary-General took over her guardianship and became her adoptive father. The surviving father and daughter have been dependent on each other for many years, and their relationship is better than their own. The old Secretary-General also felt that he had the experience of raising a child.

But it's clear that there's a big difference between sheltering a pre-teen and raising a preschooler.

The old Secretary-General tried to raise it for two days. He was a little skeptical about life and wanted to return it to his daughter.

"His mother was quiet and able to sit still when she was a child, and she was serious about learning everything. Sometimes it makes people feel distressed when she looks at it—Mr. Lu, do you remember Adele, and that little boy White...they went in together From the engineering department, you personally interviewed, isn’t it very good?” The old secretary-general packed up the minutes of the meeting, poured a cup of hot tea for himself and Lu Bixing, and asked with a sad face, “Is this child her own?”

Lu Bixing knew that the old secretary-general was just complaining, so he smiled and said nothing.

"Even if it's biological, it must be because of his father's genetic problems," the old Secretary-General said firmly, "or else there is something wrong with his father's education."

Lu Bixing blew the hot air on the tea water: "What?"

"In the past two days, I am going through the transfer procedures. I bought a home-use artificial intelligence for preschool education. I want to teach him a little simple arithmetic and picture-reading at home. Alas, I can't sit still at all. I tried to encourage him, so I told him Well, take a good one-hour class every day, and give snacks after learning. It was useful at first, but within two days, he also learned to cheat food and drink—bargaining, asking for an extra biscuit after a while, For a while, I asked for 10 minutes less class, as long as I was not watching, I would fumble here and there, and the preschool education robot complained every day, what do you think should I do?"

Lu Bixing waved his hand, signaling him to be calm: "Adele was already a big girl at that time, and she had just experienced the ruin of her country and her family. How can she compare with a four-year-old child?"

The old secretary-general sighed heavily and sat opposite him.

Director Lu said: "It's not appropriate to lure him to class with snacks. You have alienated the inner fun of mathematics and crossword puzzles into an external motivation in exchange for 'reward'. The more you do this, the more he will do what you ask him to do The less interested I am in things, I just want to steal more laziness and exchange for more sweets."

The old secretary-general thought about it and felt that it made sense.

"Around the age of four or five is a period of mental explosion. The child will become more noisy, energetic and curious than before. You can try to guide him to concentrate on one thing for ten minutes, but one hour is too much Yes. I'll tell you..."

Immediately afterwards, Director Lu was like a real child-rearing expert. He talked about "children's physiological characteristics" and "children's psychology and education" in a straight-forward manner. Published as a book.

The old secretary-general made detailed notes like he usually recorded the important speeches of the chief executive, and finally nodded deeply moved: "Director, an educator of the new era!"

Lu Bixing packed his briefcase and waved his hand: "It's easy to say."

The old Secretary-General: "By the way, didn't you always talk about wanting to raise a child? Are you ready?"

Lu Bixing: "..."

Five years ago, Lu Bixing resigned for the first time. He thought that the future would be full of high sky and wide seas, and he spent a lot of time at home, so he devoted himself to studying a dozen parenting tutorials and prepared to become a father. He also took over Zhanlu's kitchen and indulged in cooking every day. Unexpectedly, he was about to become self-taught, and he was given another five years in office by a bolt from the blue.

In the past five years, the alliance has been disintegrated peacefully, major galaxies have become independent successively, and established diplomatic relations. In order to fight against each other, a new special anti-drug team was established in the interstellar world, led by Anakin of Silver IV, and the affirmative action movement for encephalopathy also naturally came to the fore.In addition to the natural wormhole, the eighth galaxy has also begun to jointly build a new transition network with the seventh and sixth galaxies. The preliminary project is advancing rapidly, and there are new breakthroughs in the transition point technology. If it goes well, within 20 years, the eighth galaxy Then he can reconnect to Yueqian.com—the earth-shaking and rapid changes. As the chief executive, in order to open a good situation for his successor, Lu Bixing has no time to idle, and the plan to raise a baby has to be delayed again and again.

He was very unwilling, so he had to settle for the next best thing. Zhanlu raised a dog for him, and fed him with the golden python and the chameleon.

Convincing Zhanlu is not easy, unless the artificial intelligence setting is changed—Zhanlu firmly believes that cats and dogs and other mammal pets are destructive and shed hair, so they are not ideal life partners—the reason for being persuaded is thanks to The neighbor's cat.

The appearance of this cat is different from ordinary cats, with a cow color, a yin and yang face, big arms and a round waist.And in the face of the commander, he dared to grin his teeth, comparable to the spirit in the sky of a one-eyed eagle.

After much consideration, the electronic housekeeper finally agreed to adopt a dog to avenge Popcorn when foreign enemies invaded.

In this way, "General Lin and Engineer 001's Zoo" lived in the first mammal other than the owner - a dog named "Your Majesty".

His Majesty was nearly one year old when he first came here, with a dark body, slender limbs, and a good appearance worthy of his name. He is a majestic and good dog.The people at the pet adoption office claimed that His Majesty is the "King of Dogs", smart and trainable, able to look after the house, calm and not barking, and able to satisfy the requirements of several family members at the same time.After bringing it home, he was well-trained and good at reading people's faces. Even the terrified popcorn gradually got used to his new roommate. Because he was in charge, the bully cow cat watched secretly from a distance for a few days, and did not dare to come rashly. commit.

Just when Zhanlu and Popcorn breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that everything would be safe if they hugged the dog king's thigh tightly, the cow cat made a tentative attack.

As a result, the dog king and the golden python were scratched colorfully together.

Zhanlu, a real artificial intelligence, called the pet adoption office and complained about false propaganda, and the other party replied: "We have not guaranteed that the dog king must be very strong in combat effectiveness, and it is not ruled out that your majesty is a king of subjugation."

……

"It's finally time to retire."

"It's finally time to retire."

Lu Bixing and the old Secretary-General were very tired when they thought about their own family affairs, and they sighed in unison.

Three months later, Lu Bixing completed the handover of work and ushered in a new life that he had been looking forward to for decades.

On this day, as soon as Lin Jingheng opened the door, the "King of Subjugation" at home rushed to him, bringing home slippers.This gentleman has a flattering temperament, and he can easily see who is not easy to mess with, especially for the commander-in-chief.

"Go away, don't rub my trouser legs." The uniform is easy to stick to hair, Lin Jingheng brushed away the big dog who jumped up and acted like a baby with his toes, and asked Zhanlu, "What's the smell at home?"

"Wall paint." The electronic housekeeper replied, "Principal Lu is painting the walls in the study."

Lin Jingheng: "..."

Lu Bixing hasn't taken a long vacation for [-] independent years. He was finally liberated. He is as energetic as a hundred brats. He tinkers with all kinds of weird things during the day, and pesters Lin Jingheng in different ways at night.

Lin Jingheng didn't have a vacation, and he tossed him day and night for a few days. He struggled to get up the morning before, but his waist softened and he fell back. So that night, he resolutely ignored Lu Bixing's various temptations and various attempts to find a sense of existence, and ran away. Went to sleep in the study.

Like playing graffiti, Lu Bixing wore a large colorful apron, and piled up all the sundries in the study room into the storage room, with a circle of wall paint of different colors around his feet.When Lin Jingheng went upstairs, he was gesturing to the dry blackboard wall paint by the door. Hearing the sound of footsteps, Lu Bixing turned his head triumphantly, and asked knowingly: "The wall paint will dry for a few days, oh, I accidentally chose the rose flavor, you don't like this flavor very much, do you? Commander, do you use the study these days?"

Lin Jingheng folded her hands on her chest and leaned against the door to watch him act like a demon.

"Is it good to paint a piece of blackboard paint here?" Lu Bixing rolled his eyes, and changed the subject cleverly, "You can write and draw pictures at ordinary times, and you can also use it as decoration, such as painting a hand-painted portrait of me, so that when you are working in the study , you can see me next to you when you look up..."

Lin Jingheng: "The ghost persists?"

Lu Bixing glanced at the light blue in his eyes, and smiled as flatteringly as His Majesty with his big tail up.

Lin Jingheng walked over with a smile that was not a smile: "Is it a portrait? You don't have to worry about hand-painting. I will draw it."

Lu Bixing had a vague sense of crisis, but after being soaked in the rose-flavored wall paint for a long time, he was so unresponsive that he didn't have time to run. The next moment, Lin Jingheng twisted his arm behind his back like a thunderbolt, and with the other hand Hold the back of his neck and press forward——

A human silhouette was imprinted on the wet wall paint.

Your Majesty and Popcorn went upstairs, watched the scene at the door, and quickly ran away with their tails between their legs - Lu Bixing was smeared with yin and yang by the wall paint, and he was born with the same father as the cow cat who bullied dogs and snakes.

Five seconds later, there was an "Aww" in the study: "Lin Jingheng!"

Lin Jingheng nimbly dodged his pounce, retreated a few steps to the door, and locked the study door outside.

But how could the great engineer 001 be locked by an electronic lock?

Lu Bixing broke open the door lock three times, five times and two times, and decided to retaliate with the method of "injuring the enemy one thousand and self-defeating ten thousand"—he grinned grinningly, turned around and picked up the brush in the paint bucket on the wall, and slapped it on his head and face Wipe, wipe yourself into a fragrant, pitch black with no dead ends, and then ran out.

"Do you believe that I kiss you? I want to bite a hundred lip marks on you!"

Zhan Lu, the ubiquitous electronic housekeeper, hung down from the roof and scanned the messy walls and ground: "Principal Lu, I once suggested that you order an automatic brush from a wall paint company, but you rejected me."

Lu Bixing's voice came from downstairs: "Let me go!"

Zhanlu: "Now you're probably going to have to order a 'Save a Poor Home' renovation robot package."

"I said let it go..."

Immediately afterwards, there was a "bang", and then there was a chaotic sound, a certain door closed, and it was quiet.

Zhanlu fell to the ground and turned into a human form, shrugging his shoulders, took out the popcorn that was trying to get into the study, and melted it into the wall.

The chameleon squatted next to a dark footprint on the stairs, staring at a pair of dull eyes, which gradually darkened.

……

Supper was delayed for several hours that day, as the hosts were forced to bathe.

"Thanks, Zhanlu." Lu Bixing brought out the dinner from the warming cabinet. A robot hand icon lit up on the oven, and he gestured "OK" to him. Walking down the corridor, wrinkling his nose and smelling the fragrance of roses all over the room, "That..."

All the while, the mechanical hand protruded from the top of the oven: "I'm here for you."

Lu Bixing coughed dryly: "...Order a 'save a bad home' package."

……

Lin Jingheng's hair was slightly steamy, she was wrapped in a pajamas casually, she was resting with her eyes closed, her lips were cold, and someone smeared a little mayonnaise.

"Get up and eat something."

Lin Jingheng reached out and knocked on the bedside table, and said lazily, "Put it first."

Lu Bixing paused for a moment, then snuggled up again, and was held up by a finger.

Lin Jingheng rolled her eyelids: "Be honest for a while, be good."

Lu Bixing hurriedly sat upright by the bed, looking like a gentleman... He glanced at him from the corner of his eye.

"Didn't you say you want to travel around the eight galaxies?" Lin Jingheng sighed, "Go if you want to go, and don't use the energy of flying around the eight galaxies to destroy the environment if you don't want to. Do you want to demolish it?"

"Don't worry, the eight galaxies are always there." Lu Bixing pinched a piece of bread, broke it in half, threw one half into his mouth, and fed the other half to Lin Jingheng, "I don't want to go by myself, wait for 200 years, wait for you When are you free..."

Lin Jingheng interrupted him: "Next week."

Lu Bixing: "...what?"

"Next week." Lin Jingheng was afraid that the bread crumbs would fall on the bed, so she sat up. "I have taken annual leave. I haven't taken it for many years. It can be accumulated. The defense of the eighth galaxy is arranged. I will accompany you."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at the stunned Lu Bixing again, and explained: "The ten silver guards are here, and it's not an extraordinary time, so I don't need to keep watching."

Lu Bixing lost his mind and blurted out, "In the past...in the Silver Fortress, there were ten silver guards, but I heard from Turan that you never left your posts except for routine reporting back to Woto."

Lin Jingheng reached out and stroked the back of his head: "That's because I have nowhere else to go."

Lu Bixing grabbed his hand, belatedly realizing that Lin Jingheng had promised him something, his eyes were like two bonfires, slowly glowing brightly.

"Get up," Lin Jingheng said casually, "how many times have I said, don't eat in the bedroom."

and……

He thought, "Why wait 200 years when I can give you something now?"