The table board is opposite to the viewing window, and the inner wall of the dead tree forms a semi-cylindrical space, which does not feel cramped. As for the low stool under the table, it is carved based on the natural protrusions of the heart of a dead tree. It is full of natural and wild charm, and is very comfortable, reflecting first-class design and craftsmanship.
Sitting on the stool, the tabletop was level with the bottom of Ronan's chest, which was slightly higher for him, but for an adult, it should be a more comfortable position in a narrow space.
When Ronan sat here with his elbows on the table, the circular base of the electronic photo frame was in front of him on the left. With a slight swipe, the light in the projection area pushed away the surrounding darkness, showing his mother's smile while leaning against the tree. appearance.
Ronan stared blankly at the eyebrows that were vaguely similar to his, but brighter and sharper, and the finger pointed at the camera seemed to be greeting him. Well, it wasn't the usual "hello", but more like "hello". Come on, catch up!” Such urging!
Maintaining the posture of sitting on the support, Ronan's mind wandered again inexplicably. He suddenly thought, back then, why did that guy who had been hiding here for who knows how many years keep this electronic photo frame? And put it in the most conspicuous place?
Every night, in the deep darkness, is that person like him now, in the dim light of the projection, receiving the smiles and encouragement from long ago?
Ronan's heart twitched violently, which even took away most of his strength, so that he didn't want to think about anything anymore, and he no longer put up an air, and let his body collapse, with his chin resting on the back of his hand at the desk. On the bed, I still looked at my mother's bright smile, and didn't mind that my mind continued to slip into a hazy state.
In this way, the distance in the long river of time may be shortened, the barrier between life and death should be distorted, and there will no longer be a distinction between reality and nothingness between him and his mother. He can make requests to his mother openly:
"Here, just give me a little hint, okay? I'm actually very smart..."
The mother in the light still has that smile. Ronan stared blankly. At some point, the swaying water light and mist blocked the front, blurring the outline of the image.
Ronan's consciousness became drowsy in this blur of light and shadow.
He hadn't had a good rest in nearly a hundred hours. In Bancheng, he was under the double pressure of tight time and powerful enemies; in the wasteland, he battled wits with two extraordinary species, Luo Yuan and Zhen Shen, for his grandfather's laboratory; in the fog maze, he High-precision repair and improvement work was also done on the ambush circle...
He had indeed reached his limit, so in the blurred light and shadow of life and death, in the small space that seemed to still retain his mother's breath, the tide of emotions finally overflowed the high ground of will and swept him into a dark sleep.
After an unknown amount of time, a rustling sound reached his ears, giving Ronan a stimulus and causing him to wake up. Although there was noise, there were no signs of crisis. Ronan was still lying on the table, his thoughts still a little slow, but his mental induction naturally mapped the situation of the relevant target into his mind.
"Jerry?"
Well, it's Xie Junping's godson, his eldest nephew, the muskrat who has an extraordinary interest in the space in the tree hole. The little thing often walks through the tree hole, seeming to use it as a base for activities. It also loves cleanliness and wishes to keep this place spotless.
At first, Ronan and Xie Junping suspected that someone had lived in the tree cave, installed cameras, and caught this little thing. There was also a protracted "war" between Xie Junping and Xiaodong, which ended with Jerry's surrender to Ruiwen.
Both Ronan and Xie Junping wanted to figure out the physiological or psychological mechanism of Jerry's connection with the tree hole space, but in the end they couldn't figure it out. All I know is that Xiaojia's IQ is outstanding among his peers, and coupled with his athletic ability far beyond his peers, there is quite a possibility of distortion. However, after a few months, it has been proven that it is mild-tempered and has been given various vaccinations, so it is not threatening at all.
The muskrat's habit of building holes is partly reflected in Jerry's management of the tree hole space. Generally speaking, muskrat tunnels have two exits, one underwater and one on the shore. Jerry dug an exit at the bottom of the tree hole that led to the lake below the sandbar. Even if he became more familiar with the gear, he would not go through the dangerous area of the underwater corridor where people come and go, but would come through the waterway. .
Even in the wet season, one-third of the diagonal tunnel, which is nearly ten meters long, is above the water level. Jerry jumped out of the water, running and shaking all the way. When he entered the tree hole, his fur was almost half dry. Even so, it was still shaking wildly on the stone steps at the bottom of the tree cave. It didn't climb up the stone steps until the water drops were almost shaken off.
The little guy's senses were very keen. In the rest room on the first floor of the tree hole, he felt something was wrong. He lowered his body and shrank back, but he soon recognized the familiar smell, relaxed again, shook his fat body, and groaned. Go straight up to the second floor of the tree cave.
Ronan didn't care about such an encounter, and similar encounters didn't happen once or twice. Jerry looked quite excited when he saw Ronan, so he rushed over and hit the inner tree wall before turning back, not caring about half of it. The wet and semi-dry fur rubbed against Ronan's calf.
Having a lively little thing by your side is much better than being alone and bored. Ronan's lips curled up. Although he was still suppressed by depressed emotions, he lay on the table and refused to get up. He lowered his hand and scratched the little guy twice.
Everything else is fine. The semi-wet and semi-dry fur feels less dry and fluffy than usual. When Ronan saw that Jerry was still trying to rub against him, a layer of blue-white electric fire flashed between his fingers, stinging the little guy and causing his long quills to explode.
If the fur is stained with water, the resistance will be greatly reduced, and the damage caused by the current passing through will be greater. However, Ronan's control was extremely powerful. He used electromagnetic structural interference to temporarily create a nearly insulating physical structure. When a strong current passed through, there was no other effect except for an increase in temperature. Instead, as Ronan fiddled with his fingers, it turned into bursts of warm air. With such combing, Jerry's fur quickly became fluffy and dry.
This method also proves that Ronan's few days of special training in Sakai have achieved remarkable results.
Jerry knew Ronan wouldn't hurt it, so he stayed quiet for a few seconds while the electric current was passing through it. When his body was dry again, he grunted and rubbed his trouser legs again, begging for a hug.
In the little guy's life circle, the first target of awe and intimacy is of course Ruiwen, maybe because of the first introducer? Secondly, Ronan is similar to Maoyan. Maoyan usually spends more time playing with him, but Ronan is obviously affected by the radiation effect of Ruiwen. As for the little guy's "biological father" Xie Junping, it's already pretty good to be ranked fourth.
However, Ronan really didn't want to move at the moment, so he only used his fingertips to caress the little thing's short head.
After a while, Jerry probably figured out Ronan's state, so he used his subjective initiative, grabbed Ronan's pants and used some strength, then jumped onto the low stool, Ronan's back, and jumped off his right shoulder. It happened to land on the empty space on the table created by Ronan's right arm hanging down, showing agility that was not commensurate with his fat body and even most of his kind.
How big is the table top? Jerry was more than 20 centimeters long and very fat. Even with his tail hanging out and his body still curled up, it still occupied less than half of the space. His long quills streaked across Ronan's cheeks and even the corners of his eyes, forcing him to If you move back, your gong will be broken naturally, and you will no longer be able to lie down on the table and hold your body up.
"Tsk, you..."
Ronan said half of his words, but he still wasn't really angry. Now he couldn't lie down, but he didn't have much strength. His left elbow was still on the table, supporting his cheek. He raised his hanging right hand and pressed twice on Jerry's head. He could feel the little guy on his fingertips. The friction of flesh and skull.
Jerry was thick-skinned and didn't care at all. He even made a purring sound in his throat, which seemed quite comfortable.
With such a cute guy, Ronan's mood improved again and his hands became much softer. At this time, the little guy didn't think it was exciting enough. His curled body swayed back and forth without stopping, and his long tail also made a crackling sound.
"Be good, Jerry." Ronan pressed the little guy's head on the table with a little more force, telling him to be more honest. "Be polite! Look, this is in front of my mother. Well, you What should I call it?"
Ronan was distractedly thinking about the issue of address, and Jerry took the opportunity to struggle. He rolled his eyes a few times, and finally saw the projected photo on the side clearly. He made a low "gurgling" sound in his throat, and his plump body stood upright. It stood up, using only its relatively strong hind limbs for support, and its short front paws stretched out, as if it wanted to fiddle with the light and shadow area in front of it.
Mother's photos must not be touched blindly. Ronan pressed Jerry's head again, and the little guy's fat body almost lost his balance, swayed left and right, and almost fell off the table. Even so, it still gesticulated with its front paws, and kept making "squeaking" and "cooing" sounds in its throat.
"Be obedient, or I'll throw you out!"
Ronan's tone was slightly harsher, and Jerry immediately stopped, stood obediently, and the range of movement of his front paws also became smaller. In this way, Ronan found that Jerry's movements were not like those in the photo, but seemed to be making big gestures, pointing, writing and drawing in the middle, which was very humane.
Uh...you're trying to imitate me!
Ronan understood a little bit. The little guy had bad eyesight. He saw the projection area of the electronic photo frame and thought it was too small. It was different from the virtual workspace Ronan usually used. He was instructing him to zoom in.
But doesn’t the little guy’s memory seem too good? Don’t you think you’ve shown it a few times?
Forget it, Ronan will just treat him like a child. The electronic photo frame on the table was relatively old-fashioned, and it was impossible to enlarge the projection area. Ronan went about his errands and mobilized external neurons to open his own virtual workspace.
The adaptive function of the projection software is very powerful. It detects that the rear area is arc-shaped and automatically adjusts it. It is perfectly embedded in the sunken space of the tree wall. The boundaries are tightly matched and there is no interference from the special space. It looks quite pleasing to the eye.
"How are you? Are you comfortable?"
Ronan scratched the back of Jerry's head again. Under the long thorny hairs, the undercoat was soft and gentle, and felt great. The latter also stopped and obediently returned to a crouching and curled posture. He only raised his head and looked at the images in the work area. Bit by bit, he felt very comfortable and seemed to be very focused.
The images in the virtual workspace, including the psychic diagrams and configuration design diagrams, are all complicated and complicated. God knows what the little guy can see.
Ronan's fingers followed Jerry's head up and down, occasionally swinging back and forth. He just thought it was funny: "Look at this, I will never call you a mouse from now on!"
Jerry made a "gurgling" sound in his throat, and his head was still moving up and down, left and right. Ronan wanted to pull it twice, but after holding it with his fingers for a long time, he felt that the temperature of the little guy's body changed significantly under his undercoat...
Got a fever?
