Little Robot on the Run

These places must be beautiful.

Nan'an got up early that day.

Before Lin Ze came back, he took his own small vegetable basket and went directly to the market.

At this time, the sky was still bright, and the humid air smelled of motor oil.Nan'an crossed the criss-crossed streets, entered from a residential area with a big chimney, and came to the hidden supermarket.

Although Ercheng is the most advanced city, due to people's consumption habits, canned food and hard bread still occupy most of the shelves. In addition, there are basically quick-frozen meat and air-dried sausages.

Nan An stood on tiptoe to watch for a while, and picked out a small piece of frozen beef, tomato and onion, and a row of eggs.

He paused for a few more seconds at the canned goods.

After thinking for three or four seconds, he turned and went to the candy area.

These things were bought with his salary. In fact, after that day, Lin Ze asked him if he wanted his card, but Nanan refused.

——I always feel that what I spend on myself is the most sincere.

It seems to be one of human emotions.

Nan'an went back with a small vegetable basket on his back.

On the way home, he stood in front of the nutrient solution shop and looked for a while, and bought a few more nutrient solutions and lubricating oil.

After doing all this, Nan'an went to the restaurant at the base.

He borrowed the kitchen of the restaurant, and by the way, invited robots to watch him make omelet rice.

Like every time before, Nan'an cracked the egg.With a sizzling sound, the golden-yellow egg liquid quickly formed, and the fragrance spread out.Immediately afterwards, he chopped onions and tomatoes and put them in another pot.The hot oil was boiling hot, and soon more chef robots were attracted, and some robots even took out small notebooks and began to record their studies.

But at this moment, Nan'an was slightly absent-minded.

In fact, it was not like this before.

No matter what happened, he was in a good mood to make omurice because he liked the food—this is the conclusion drawn from human emotions.

But now he felt lost.

At the end of the daze, Nan An suddenly froze for a moment, sniffed his nose, as if he smelled something burning.

Nan An opened his eyes wide, and his gaze slowly moved down——

Omg.

He burnt the egg skin!

Nan An was stunned for a few seconds, he looked at the egg skin in front of him, and he wanted to make up for it quickly, let alone it was for Lin Ze.

So he hurriedly took the spatula and shoveled in the pot twice, ignoring the surrounding robots to write down his steps as the secret of the omelet rice. Nanan poured oil into the pot again—it turned out to be a standard bowl of scrambled eggs .

Nan'an: "QAQ"

He has to do it all over again wow.

Nan An held his crying face for a few seconds, then poured the oil again, heated the pan, and then poured the egg wash—it took him another 10 minutes to repeat the steps, and finally brought the omelet rice and borscht When returning to the residence, he bumped into Lin Ze who was coming back.

"I just made it." Nan An invited, carrying a thermal bag, "Let's eat together."

"it is good."

Lin Ze responded. He lowered his eyes, put away the communicator, and followed Nan An into the room.

Compared with the previous mess, it can be seen that Nan'an has been carefully organized. The star lamp was placed on the dining table from the bedside table.

In addition, the bottle full of dried roses is placed aside, and the shadow is elongated by the warm yellow light.

"The egg skin from before was burnt." Nan'an was still thinking about it as before. He took out the omelet rice, and then used the remaining ketchup from the previous bottle.

Both omelets have Nan'an's little love.

"Which one do you want?" Nan'an asked.

Lin Ze: "It's all right."

Nan'an thought for a few seconds: "Then... this one."

He gave Lin Ze the most perfect part of the painting.

This time I didn't want to boast, but I heard the other party say: "The painting is beautiful."

Nan An was slightly taken aback.

He raised his eyelids and looked at each other with watery eyes: "Really?"

"Ah."

Nan'an suddenly became happy, and quickly became a dancing little robot.

"Then do you still want to draw?" Nan'an said, "I will also draw stars, roses, and little bats..."

Lin Ze smiled slightly: "It's all right."

So Nan'an focused on drawing the stars.

In fact, for him, if he painted roses next to the heart, it might be crowded and there would be a risk of making it blurry, so he had to replace it with stars.

Nan An painted stars around the omelet rice.

At this moment, he heard Lin Ze suddenly say, "The photo hanging on the table was given to you by Freeman?"

"En." Nan'an replied, still drawing stars, "He knew I like those beautiful scenery, so he sent me a postcard a few days ago."

"Tengle Desert, Montecarri Salt Mountain, Stonehenge." Lin Ze only glanced at it, and quickly said the name of the place.He looked at Nan'an: "Want to go to these places?"

"Actually, it doesn't count." Nan'an replied softly, "Ai Li said that many of them have disappeared."

This sentence is actually half said.

Nan'an didn't have a map to go to those places, and the only Mr. Liar he could rely on - the mechanical map given by the Kepler base, was also lost in the Rose City.

Nan An sighed inwardly.

When he finished the last star and turned his head to look at Lin Ze, he saw that the other party called up the map from the computer he carried with him, and there was a communicator on the other side, and the data cable was connected to the computer, like What program is typing.

Nan'an's eyes fell on the communicator, which was the model used by Lin Ze, but compared to his, it seemed brand new, as if it had just been unpacked.

Lin Ze noticed Nan'an's gaze, and after the computer was loaded, he handed the communicator to Nan'an: "It's for you."

"Ok?"

"Communicator." Lin Ze said, "In the future, when I am not around, I will use this connection."

Nan'an took over the communicator.

This is the same model as Lin Ze, with emergency and normal buttons on it, and on the screen, there is a small box - it looks like the map Lin Ze just imported.

"Press the normal button once to start the communication. Press it twice to start the map projection and GPS positioning." Lin Ze stood behind Nan'an, he was very close, grabbed Nan'an's hand and tapped the button, "If you press it three times , that is, in case of danger, send the location to the emergency contact.”

"Contact?"

Lin Ze nodded: "Yes."

Nan An had some doubts about this word.

But it was only a few seconds, probably because the map in front of him was so beautiful, his attention was suddenly shifted to the colorful markers.

"What's the green marker?"

Lin Ze: "Existing natural sites."

Nan An asked again: "What about the red one?"

"It has disappeared." Lin Ze said, "The yellow dot is an uncertain mark, and the next step of investigation is needed."

Hearing these words, Nan An seemed to understand but nodded.In fact, the map is not complete. There is no sign of the desert he came to before, which may be too common, or human beings do not take the desert full of garbage as one thing at all.

However, Nan'an still found the location at that time between the rose and the silver bell. According to the location of the south, he finally found the trace of the south in a green mark.

Nan An stared at that place for a long time, staring blankly as if in a daze, and for a while, seemed to be talking to himself: "These places must be beautiful."

The moment the voice fell, Lin Ze said: "Wait for me to come back."

Nan An was slightly taken aback.

He subconsciously turned his head and looked at Lin Ze behind him. Maybe it was because of the close distance, he could even feel Lin Ze's warm breath.

So Nan'an was stunned for a moment.

His breathing was a little short, his little hands were cramped as if he had nowhere to go, and finally he could only say softly: "If you don't eat the omelet rice, it will be cold."

They went back to the table.

As usual, the omurice is the original taste, as is the borscht.

In the end, Lin Ze was about to leave.Nan An led the pup to see him off.

Perhaps because he was reluctant, he unknowingly sent the human being far away, from the corridor to the elevator, and then from the apartment lobby to the front of the car—this is the shuttle bus from the base, the vehicle uniformly deployed by the investigation team.

"Can you still come to eat omelet rice tomorrow?" Nan'an said, "There is still a little soup left, if you add potato chips and ham, you can still eat it."

Lin Ze turned to look at him.

After a while, he said, "I can't get away."

"That's it." Nan'an nodded, he looked down for a while in the cloth bag he was carrying, and finally took out a piece of paper and two pieces of candy.

"This is the recipe for omelet rice and Luosong soup." Nan'an handed these things to Lin Ze, and said seriously, "If the four cities have the conditions, or after recycling, you can go to the small kitchen of the triangle base to make."

Lin Ze's eyes fell on it, and he saw that the paper was full of words, mixed with pinyin, and where he couldn't tell clearly, he even drew schematic diagrams with crayons.

"Yes." He said lightly, "Wait until the four cities recover it, and then go to Weipu Road."

In the end, Nan'an could only watch the vehicle leave. The dense rain wetted his broken hair, but he still stood like this—until the vehicle was hidden among the traffic, and the neon lights became the protagonist in the field of vision, Nan'an finally Come back to God.

"Are you hungry?" He knelt down and rubbed the pup's head, "I'll give you meat and bones later."

The puppy barked twice.

"Or do you want to eat something else?"

The puppy circled Nan'an twice.

Nan'an laughed. He squatted down and played with the dog for a while, then got up and looked at the place where Lin Ze left.

His eyes fell on the base hidden in the white mist in the distance, the complex corridor like spider silk, and the huge holographic projection.

"Do you think I'm going to leave?" Nan'an hugged the pup, as if asking in a low voice, or talking to himself, "Or, wait for him to come back?"

The author says:

Anzai, needless to say.