The Sabbath Chapter 123: The bursting whispering grass and trail
Alan did not sit on the sofa for long.
Even though this room is completely different from the room at the bottom of **** he imagined, he still clearly remembers that this is a prison.
Yang Yang raised the elevator card in his hand, Allen said: "It's getting late, I should leave too."
Ronggui quickly got up to grunt, and together with Xiaomei, they sent Alan back to the elevator door. Ronggui originally wanted to send Alan up, but Alan refused.
"This is Star City, I am more familiar with it than you, you should rectify here."
Alan paused,
"My next delivery will be in seven days, and it will still be at this time today. It is also on the ninety-ninth floor of the bar I went to today. If you need to inquire about other matters, you can also consult the bar manager."
"Is that the lady in the black dress with a good figure and a very beautiful figure?" Ronggui asked him to confirm.
Alan paused for another moment, then smiled for a while: "That's right, that's her, her name is Gigi."
Ronggui nodded, carefully memorized the name, and then reluctantly watched Alan walk into the elevator, swiped the elevator card, and after the elevator door quickly closed, what remained in place was the platinum The two little robots were in a cage made of colored metal frames.
"It's kind of bald" Ronggui commented after looking around.
Xiaomei nodded slightly.
Walking all the way with Ronggui, the place where the two of them live has never been so bare, no matter how dilapidated it is at the beginning, under Ronggui's command, the place will definitely be full of things, and it will be extremely lively.
"Shall we go back and pack our things?" Ronggui suggested.
Xiaomei nodded, and the two walked side by side towards the black carved door. Er, there, they saw the pitiful Rhubarb blocking the door.
Compared to the gate, it is still a bit big, and Rhubarb can't get in.
Ronggui patted Da Huang's butt: "Da Huang, you are too tall. The door of Mrs. Zola's house is not that big, so I can only wrong you for being outside."
"But it won't be wronged for a long time. Xiaomei and I will start cleaning up immediately. After cleaning up, the outside will be very beautiful."
The sound at the end still had a suspicious little vibrato, Xiaomei squinted at him, and slapped open the rear compartment behind Rhubarb's buttocks, Xiaomei didn't speak, but started to carry luggage from inside.
He didn't ask Alan how to leave Star City without a car, because he knew that Alan must have a way, just as Alan only left the date and contact information of his next visit, but did not tell them It's the same as going to the ninety-ninth floor, because Allen believes that they will find a way by themselves.
It's a bit strange to say it. It's a novel experience for people who have known each other for so long, but have such a firm relationship with each other.
Xiaomei was thinking as she moved down the flowerpots where the ground beans and purple flowers were planted.
He was a little curious about the strange sense of certainty he had with a stranger in his heart, and his eyes shifted to Ronggui who was also moving the flower pots, he thought, but Ronggui seemed to have this kind of feeling from the beginning A sense of certainty.
Different from himself, he has a more natural sense of trust in others, without any worries in his heart, and without any panic about being at the bottom of hell, he just focuses on the things in hand.
Worry and fear are meaningless, instead of wasting precious time on such useless emotions, it is better to do the thing in front of you—Xiaomei suddenly thought of a sentence, which can well describe what Ronggui is doing now for.
Then—
"Oh! Xiaomei, how is Mr. Allen going back? I just realized that he came here on our rhubarb. Now that rhubarb is here, how is he going to get out?" Carrying a big flower full of purple flowers Basin, Ronggui suddenly looked worried.
Xiaomei: =-=
So, is it not that you have a tacit understanding and believe in it, but that you didn't have time to think of it at all?
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Yes, this kind of honor is honor.
"Don't worry about him, if he can go out from here once, he will be able to go out a second time." Put the flowerpot in his hand under the metal wall on the left, and fiddle with the flowers with the metal hand, making the original crowd And the intertwined flowers and branches unfolded again, Xiaomei said to Ronggui with her body on her back.
"Huh? Twice? Did Grandpa Alan escape from here before?" When the flowerpot was about to fall, Xiaomei quickly took the flowerpot and placed it opposite the potted flower she had just placed.
These two pots are full of purple flowers, so they should be placed symmetrically——over time, under Ronggui's training, Xiaomei has her own aesthetics for placement, and his current aesthetics must be symmetrical.
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"The fugitive under the red lamp post, the food placed there at a fixed time, the vaguely complex emotions, the familiarity of the path along the way, no strangeness to the Star Prison, but there is a vague sense of resistance, 80% There is a ninety-two percent possibility that he escaped from Star Prison, and there is a ninety-two percent probability that he was rescued by Mr. Wang Tom during his escape."
Speaking with a blank face, Xiaomei looked left and right at the two pots of purple flowers placed symmetrically on both sides of the corridor. These two pots of flowers were originally pruned by him into completely symmetrical flower branches, and they had been placed in the rear compartment all this time. It was too late to adjust every day, but the growth environment was slightly different, and they became different again. She took out the small scissors that she carried with her, and with a "click", Xiaomei cut short the overlong branch of the potted flower on the right. flower branch.
Ronggui thought about it.
"However, in this way, there is still a logical contradiction in terms of time. According to Mr. Allen's ranking in his family, he should first meet Mr. Tom Wang. Mr. rescued, there should be other things happened in the middle, the conditions are not enough, there is no way to speculate." After slightly adjusting the two pots of flowers, Guimao confirmed that the two pots of flowers looked symmetrical again, Xiaomei finally started to place other flower pots.
Although I am a little speechless about Xiaomei's current aesthetic mood, this is a personal hobby after all, and it is also a good thing for Xiaomei to have a little preference, so Ronggui did not stop him, on the contrary, he would point and point at the side There is not enough symmetry there.
It's just that, when Xiaomei prunes the flower branches too much in pursuit of balance, he will still jump out to stop it.
After listening to Xiaomei's words, Ronggui nodded: "I said that Grandpa Alan felt weird at the time, so that's what happened."
"Uncle Wang is really a good man." He sighed again.
"But the ranking is nothing. Uncle Wang can pick up the other sons first, and finally pick up Grandpa Alan." Ronggui shrugged.
Xiaomei squinted at him: "How could it be? This is illogical."
"There is nothing illogical. They are all picked up children. Everyone doesn't know their own date of birth. In this case, they must be ranked according to the time they were picked up, or they will fight. , we all do that over there"
Ronggui gave an example of the orphanage he grew up in: "It's like I was the second child, but in fact I was the fourth child in that group who was thrown at the door."
"But I don't like being the younger brother, I like being the boss, so when we grow up, we decide to rank by fighting."
"Then"
"I went from the fourth child to the second child."
"I can't beat Rongfu."
Ronggui: =-=,,
"It's so sad, it's better to be the fourth child. The fourth child sounds better than the second and third child."
"By the way, do you know what the second child and the third child mean at that time?"
"Second refers to this place!" Ronggui shyly pointed to the place under the cloak and the top of the trousers, and then a look of melancholy appeared on his face: "Of course, this body doesn't even have the second."
"Then mistress refers to the third party, the third party who destroys the world of two people, mistress, lover, anyway, it's not a good word!"
While rambling on, Ronggui is forcing Xiaomei to popularize the common sense of his time.
Xiaomei:
Xiaomei had nothing to say, so she could only bow her head and work.
Take out the things in the car one by one, place the flowerpots on both sides of the corridor, stone tables and wooden chairs in the corners, Ronggui even covered the floor with carpets! There are dog gnawed carpets woven by himself, handmade carpets with complex patterns woven by female dwarfs such as Mary, machine-made carpets woven by Xiaomei, and warm rustic carpets woven by Mrs. Zora.
Carpets of various styles were placed one after another, covering the bare floor, and the originally cold platinum-gold metal space immediately became warm.
Docked at the end of this flowery carpet, Rhubarb doesn't look so lonely anymore.
Take out all the belongings you have accumulated along the way, put the ones that can fit outside, and move the ones that can't fit inside the house, and finally carry the bodies of the two inside. The two little robots are very busy!
Ronggui didn't think too much about Alan's past, because he felt that he only needed to know him now.
He also didn't think about how to go to the ninety-ninth floor to meet Alan, because he knew that as long as he was with Xiaomei, the two of them would definitely be able to think of a way.
After packing up the belongings, he started to drag Xiaomei to clean the room again.
A lot of dust has accumulated in the room. Although the robot is not afraid of dust, the house should be clean.
The old dean has always said so.
Born in an orphanage, Ronggui cares more about the feeling of "home" than anyone else.
Even if he can only live temporarily for a period of time, he still hopes that the place he lives in will be his "home" during the time he has stayed.
Using a vacuum cleaner (made by Xiaomei) to clean all the dust in the house, Ronggui did not throw away the dust in the vacuuming tank.
He took a closer look at the dust: with a platinum-gold metallic luster, the dust was very beautiful.
Ronggui carefully poured the soil into an empty flowerpot, then, holding the flowerpot, he found Xiaomei who was changing the sofa cover on the sofa, and handed the flowerpot to Xiaomei: "Xiaomei Xiaomei, use this Plant flowers!"
"Where did you get the soil?" Putting down the sofa cover that was half replaced, Xiaomei took the flower pot, and seeing the strangely colored dust inside, he raised his head and asked.
"It was sucked by the vacuum cleaner!" Rong Gui said naturally.
Xiaomei:
"Don't grow anything first, I need to test the ingredients inside."
"No problem! Anyway, it's Xiaomei who did the flower detection!" With a natural smile again, Ronggui patted Xiaomei's shoulder affectionately, and left in a hurry.
Xiaomei: =-=
Putting the flower pots aside, he decided to come one by one.
It's his job anyway.
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Ronggui rushed into the bathroom, after vacuuming the carpet, he was going to scrub the bathroom next.
Although the two robots don't need the bathroom, Ronggui still hopes that every corner of the "home" is clean.
Wipe the floor first, then the bathtub, and clean it carefully.
When he was cleaning the drain of the bathtub, he suddenly felt that there was something in it.
It's not long hair, is it?
Yes, Mrs. Zora has long hair.
Bending down, Ronggui stretched out his rubber gloved hand towards the drain.
The drain hole is so small that he can only put three fingers in it at most.
Ronggui was already mentally prepared to catch a pile of terrifying long hair, so when he saw what he caught, he couldn't help being startled.
"My God!" Ronggui really jumped up.
Carefully holding the thing he grabbed in the palm of his hand, he called Xiaomei's name and rushed back to Xiaomei's side again.
I'm used to Ronggui coming out like this from time to time, Xiaomei calmly raised her head from the composition analyzer.
Then, he saw Xiaomei and Ronggui's palm
A cyan seedling that looks a little malnourished?
"It's a seedling of whispering grass! I found it in the bathroom drain, let's plant it!" Ronggui said loudly.
Xiaomei just looked at him for a long time, then he shifted his gaze to the green sprouts: "Plant, the soil you just brought has just been tested, and its ingredients are safe and can be used."
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While the two little robots were busy planting the whispering grass, Allen had successfully returned to the ground.
The elevator card in his hand can be used twice within the specified time. The first time he can use it to go to the designated floor, and the second time he can use it to return to the first floor. If the time exceeds, he will be trapped in the same place. Can't go anywhere.
He returned the elevator card to the jailer at the door, and he left quickly.
No one asked him where the car was. People here often come in with one form and leave with a completely different form. After seeing many different situations, the jailer has long been used to not asking any more questions.
It's snowing outside again.
Wrapping the white down jacket tightly around his body, he jumped into the heavy snow, and Allen quickly merged with the snowflakes.
Completely different from what Ronggui usually sees, Alan's movements are so fast.
As vampires, their speed far exceeds that of normal people.
The premise is that they can come of age.
When he was young, he walked for a long time, but now he will finish it soon.
He didn't feel cold, and the down jacket on his body kept him warm.
Stuck his hands in the pockets of his down jacket, Alan walked between the wind and the snow. He quickly passed the lake where Ronggui caught starfish, passed several other lampposts, and then returned to the Under the red lamp post.
Under the red lamp post, he paused for a moment, went to look under the lamp post, and found that the child was no longer there, he smiled, and then continued to move forward quickly.
After walking like this for a while, he suddenly stopped.
Ahead, a short figure in a down jacket was struggling forward in the snow.
The snow is so big, his body is so thin, he looks like he will be blown away at any moment.
But even so, he still walked forward firmly.
Looking at the boy quietly, Allen slowed down.
From a distance, keeping a distance that would not be noticed, he followed behind the boy.