Are you human?

Fu Lianyu scanned the book back and forth, but found nothing, but Cong Cong got used to his current appearance, and was already jumping up and down digging holes in front of him.

"Wow, I dug out another book!"

Fu Lianyu carried the little guy to his side and spread his hands.

Congcong pursed her mouth, reluctantly handed the book over, and muttered in a low voice: "Do you know why I didn't give you this letter in the first place? It's because I woke up and saw you. I have a hunch that you are such a hard-hearted and unreasonable person..."

"let go."

Only then did Congcong let go of his hand, hung on the mechanical arm and twirled around, playing with the December rabbit, making it jump up to reach the alfalfa in his hand.

He peeked at the man reading a book in a serious manner, turning the pages at an irregular speed, and changing a book from time to time.

He narrowed his eyes: "Sir, I can summarize for you what is said in this letter. I have read it several times."

Fu Lianyu threw away the letter in his hand, and it seemed that his whole skeleton relaxed: "Speak."

The long-term digital life has made him feel dizzy when he looks at paper products. The information that cannot be directly input into the brain is densely packed in every corner of the paper. The guy from Dongxi is obviously a chatterbox.

The mechanical arm put Cong Cong down, he crawled to the letter, and flipped to the last page: "Simply speaking, the person who wrote this letter left a lot of trouble for his son, and he He didn't come up with a solution himself, so he died."

Congcong spread his hand at Fu Lianyu, and the man leaned over to look at the place he was pointing at. It was actually quite conspicuous, because the font was small enough, and it was squeezed in a corner, so you wouldn't notice it unless you looked carefully.

He only felt that the concentration of toxins in his body suddenly increased. Looking at the body next to him, he thought that he might be trapped in this tunnel.

"Wow," Congcong on the side exclaimed again, pointing to the newly dug out book, "This is 'he', the person in the freezer."

In his hand is a memoir-like thing, which records scattered diaries and moods. It can be seen that the mood of the person who wrote this book is not very stable. The handwriting is sometimes neat and sometimes muddled. Although some photos are yellowed, it can be seen that they were carefully cut and pasted.

On the one pointed by Cong Cong Cong, the boy has already opened his eyebrows and eyes, and looks almost like the person in the ice coffin. There is a man and a woman standing behind him. The man is smiling, but the woman has a weird expression, and she doesn't want to look at her. to the camera.

Fu Lianyu looked at this photo with a frown. The person in it should be him, and he felt familiar, but he didn't have the slightest impression of the two people in the back.

——Maybe there is, he thinks the woman in the photo looks familiar, but he just can't remember where he saw it.

"……gentlemen!"

The lush voice brought him back to his senses, and Fu Lianyu looked at him as he pressed his bleeding thigh: "Can't you feel it? It's been bleeding here, and the light from the flashlight is too weak, can you use this body? Live at his house, do you know him?"

Fu Lianyu realized that the neurotoxins in his body were at work, and he began to feel very sleepy. Lying on the cave wall, he also felt sleepy. Come, but I can't even open my mouth.

His consciousness sank, and when he woke up again, he found himself running.

He was running in the vast flower field, surrounded by a sea of ​​golden flowers growing over his head, maybe sunflowers, maybe other plants, in short, it was a scene that should never be seen now.

And what he held tightly in his hand seemed to be a small wild flower on the side of the road. The petals were blue, the same color as his clothes.

He didn't know where he was running, and his body continued to move forward as if he had self-awareness, until a big tree appeared at the end, and a woman was half leaning and half sitting under the tree.

At this time, his footsteps began to slow down, and he walked over cautiously on his feet, hesitated in front of the woman, tentatively put the flowers into her hand, thought that the other party was about to wake up and straightened up, and finally made up his mind He came up with an idea to decorate the woman's hair with blue flowers.

He did it seriously and piously, and his movements were so soft that he didn't even move the tip of her hair.

"what!"

He was picked up suddenly, almost cried out in fright, turned around and punched and kicked the man who was hugging him, but the man covered his mouth and winked to the side, beckoning him not to wake the woman up.

"There are two things, inherit your father's romantic genes from mine."

dad?Who wrote this letter?

Fu Lianyu was puzzled in his heart, but his body was still out of control, but he pushed the person behind him to let him go away: "No, grab me, credit!"

"What's your credit? You were born by me and your mother, and the rounding you did was done by me."

"Haha."

Laughter came from the side, the woman woke up early, closed her eyes and fell asleep, listening to the father and son gag.

"Mom, I made this, I put your hair on...

... "

"Honey, look, it's so beautiful."

The man drew a circle in the air, and the ripples turned into a mirror, revealing the woman's face.

The boy and the man wrestled together again, and the two rolled down the hill. The woman lifted her skirt and shook her head, put away the mirror, combed the flowers in her hair, took off her shoes, and ran down the hill too.

The wooden house at the foot of the mountain was lit, and the sun was setting. The man took his boring invention a few days ago and ejected his son into the bedroom on the second floor, welcoming his wife home.

Fu Lianyu looked at the design drawings of a room, and in the corner was a photo of a man in a suit speaking solemnly, on which he drew a lot of graffiti.

And the little robot in the room saw that he was back, turned on the system in the room for him, changed his dirty clothes, put on home clothes, poured another glass of water, and listed his unfinished tasks for today. matter.

Everything is so natural.

"Sir, sir, sir..."

Lush's voice rang in his ears, he managed to open his eyes a little, and saw seven or eight restoration agents rolling down beside his head.

——This prodigal child.

Seeing that he woke up, the boy breathed a sigh of relief and almost poured out half of the bottle of repairing agent in his hand. Fu Lianyu quickly borrowed it and finished the last bottle.

"Wow——" Cong Cong suddenly lay on top of him. In fact, he has only half of his body now, and the other half was blown up. The little guy is floating on him and howling. He looks so tired, and he can't stop crying , I was probably frightened, let me let it go by roaring twice.

But he still stretched out his good hand, lifted it up and patted his back, and said softly: "It's okay, it's okay."

"I thought you were dead." Congcong finally didn't touch him, but lay down next to him, "You don't have a heartbeat."

"Because my body doesn't need a heart to supply blood, sometimes electricity or fuel is more useful."

"Well," Cong Cong turned her back to him, drawing circles in the palm of his hand, "but you spoke soon, so I know you are still alive."

"What did I say?"

Congcong turned to look at him: "You have been calling mom, but not all the time. In fact, you have said other things, but I can't hear them clearly. I only hear mom clearly."

The hatred in his heart came back again, Fu Lianyu gritted his teeth to suppress the feeling, and tapped his fingers mechanically.

But he didn't want Congcong to sigh, and buried his face in his arms: "It's nice to be a human being. The person in the freezer has a father, and you have a mother, but I have nothing."

Fu Lianyu suddenly became confused. He and Fu Yu had similar conversations in the past, but at that time he, who had lost his memory, answered somewhat recklessly. Thinking about it now, they don't seem to be referring to the same person.

"For you, who are your parents?"

"Well... that's—" Congcong raised his head, bit his lips and hesitated, "I was created by you, you will know what kind of robot I am, and my parameters are also determined by you, but if Human beings born from the union of parents, they don't know what kind of life they will welcome, but they look forward to that new life."

The boy held his face and shook his feet: "Isn't that a very miraculous thing?"

The lost memory of that link was connected, and Fu Lianyu finally remembered when he had seen that woman.

That was when he sat next to Fu Yu and fell into a dream unconsciously when he was in the hive, and thus deduced that there was a part of his brain that did not belong to him.

At that time, he thought it was a means of invading him, instilling in him memories that did not belong to him, thus causing his memory to become disordered.

But now he only returned to his body with his own memory, unless someone tampered with his head again, otherwise this is really his lost memory.

The woman in the dream is his mother, the man in the dream is his father, and this wooden house is where they once lived.

As for the little guy in his arms, it actually has the exact same face as the robot he built.

Like a trick of fate, he turned around and returned to the original place.

"Sir, there is only the last one left for afternoon tea, do you want to try my scallion tea?"

"No—well, you can have a taste," Fu Lianyu looked at Cong Cong's mouth curved down visibly, and hurriedly changed his words, "But before that, you have to do something else for me."

"Ah! Are you going to use the man in the underground?"

Fu Lianyu replied with a dark face: "That is my own body."

Congcong looked at him with her mouth open, hummed softly, and slid down the stair railing.

Fu Lianyu rolled his eyes, finally entered the tunnel, set up the equipment, lay down in the converter, and told Congcong: "When this body is thawed, I will transfer my memory and consciousness to his body." In the body, but since this experiment is only theoretically feasible, it has not been done in reality, so it is very likely that I will die...

... "

"I don't want you to die." Congcong blocked his mouth, "You can't die, I don't want to be the last robot in this world."

Fu Lianyu felt the little hands covering his face. Originally, he wanted to say that if he died, the system of the whole house would be shut down, and Congcong would be able to go out.

——Anyway, he didn't want to go out, and he didn't force him.

The man lay down in the machine, Congcong turned on the instrument according to his instructions, and when the experiment started, he sat beside him and stared at the other side.

The cold air in the freezer gradually receded, the man's face turned bloody, his breathing and heartbeat were stable, and the data cable on his head was working normally.

Congcong saw a strange shape on the ice coffin, so she stepped forward to check it.

Just when his fingertips touched the shape, the person in the ice coffin opened his eyes, his voice was still hoarse: "This is a butterfly, my mother named me Lianyu, because when the butterfly stops, Wings will be folded."

"Sir, you succeeded..." Congcong jumped up excitedly, but the man grabbed his wrist.

Fu Lianyu sat up, stroked his hair with a smile: "You are so beautiful, my perfect work."