Chapter 107

Liang Han had no idea that her father was brought down because of a report from an old friend.

She could never have imagined that one day in the future, when she learned the truth and met Song Yue again, the two of them would not say a single word to each other except a slight nod and a faint smile.

When faced with her mother's life-or-death decision, she half-truthed and gave the criminals her best friend's address, putting her friend in danger. Similarly, in the face of major issues, Song Yue decisively chose to report it and sent her ungrateful and scumbag father to the police station.

The two sides are even.

There's no going back to the past.

Passing by each other is the best respect and blessing for each other.

But these are all later stories, and the time is still November 22nd.

On this day, both reality and the internet were in perfect order. The hot searches were no longer dominated by chaotic discussions, but rather by Country Z's recovery plan for the current ice age, as well as the busy but orderly figures of all walks of life.

The environment is clean and peaceful, and I feel refreshed.

Song Yue was sprawled on the sofa, reading a novel. As she read, she narrated the plot to Lin Xiaojuan, who was knitting beside her. Lin Xiaojuan wanted to complain, "What do you think the second male lead was thinking? If he liked her, he should just go after her! He's so fussy. No wonder he keeps missing out on the chance to confess his love to the female lead."

Song Yue smiled and continued her story, ignoring her mother's reaction. She got a big eye roll from her mother. "Alright, alright, stop talking to me about this. It makes me angry. Look, I even knitted my sweater wrong, so I have to start over again."

Song Yue suppressed her laughter and began to play innocent: "Mom, it's obviously you who haven't knitted a sweater for more than ten years and forgot the steps. Why are you blaming me~"

When she was in the lower grades of elementary school, many of her winter clothes were knitted by her mother, which were both beautiful and warm.

But as she got older, she gradually began to think that the clothes sold in shopping malls looked better. No matter whether they kept her warm or not, she just put the brand there and suddenly felt more fashionable.

Since then, Lin Xiaojuan never knitted a sweater for her again.

Looking back now, she feels more and more that she was ignorant when she was a child, and she neglected her mother's kindness for a little bit of face.

So I squeezed my butt next to my mother, hugged her arm and said, "Mom, I want to wear the one you knitted for me in second grade, the light blue one with beautiful pearls sewn on the front~"

The design of that sweater is still not outdated even now. In a sense, Lin Xiaojuan's aesthetics and craftsmanship are very good.

Hearing her mention the light blue sweater, Lin Xiaojuan exclaimed, "You still remember that one? You have such a good memory?"

Song Yue blinked hard: "Of course I remember! That one looks great~"

What mother wouldn't love to be praised by her daughter herself? Seeing the joy on her daughter's face, Lin Xiaojuan rubbed her hands shyly, feeling a little embarrassed. "That one is quite pretty, but... I can't remember how to knit it now. I need to dig out that book. I wonder if I've thrown it away all these years."

"I think they haven't been thrown away. The books are all in my bookcase. I'll help you find them."

Since I was free at home anyway, Song Yue got up and went to the bedroom.

"Mom, is the cover of the book wrapped with a layer of colorful pictures?" She had flipped through this book when she was a child and remembered that it was well wrapped.

"Yes, it is wrapped in a cover." Lin Xiaojuan followed him into the room. She was looking for it on the left while Song Yue was looking for it on the right.

099 didn't come out today, only watching this scene in Song Yue's mind, and couldn't help but sob: [Xiao Yue, I'm suddenly so moved~]

[The grown-up daughter searches for the warmth of her childhood with her mother. Wow, it really brings me to tears~]

Song Yue curled her lips and said, "That's a good summary. Find a period novel to read. It's suitable for you~"

What is a period novel?

099 Suspicious, he has been reading modern romance novels about domineering CEOs recently. When he first read them, he thought they were so exciting and thrilling, but after reading more, he found that most of them were the same routine, so his facial expressions became less and less, and his heart became calmer and calmer, as if he was a robot without emotions.

It just so happened that I was short of food recently and didn't know what to watch. When I heard Song Yue say that, I couldn't help but feel curious.

Song Yue: "It's basically a story about the protagonist going back to the last century and experiencing the daily grind of his family."

099's eyes lit up when he heard this: "Oh! I like this! I'll go ask the book-traveling system, they're sure to have plenty in stock!"

After saying that, he ran away without even leaving Song Yue a single glance.

Song Yue was amused. She didn't expect 099 to like listening to family gossip.

But thinking back carefully, she found that compared to thrilling blockbusters, 099 seemed to always prefer happy family dramas, just like an unwanted child, full of longing for home.

Although she had long accepted that 099 was more than just a system, and that except for not having the same structure as a normal person, his thinking and emotions were actually very similar to humans, but in the final analysis, he was always a being composed of programs and codes.

Why do programs have emotions?

Is it because their main system technology is far superior to that of the Earth?

Or it’s because subsystems like 099 were actually people in the past.

An idea planted in his mind, Song Yue narrowed his eyes, and suddenly, his eyes swept over the book that Lin Xiaojuan was holding.

Her expression changed and she smiled, as if her previous contemplation was an illusion.

"Mom, I found it. This is it, right?" She stood on tiptoe, took out the thick old book and showed it to Lin Xiaojuan.

The latter's eyes suddenly lit up with a smile: "Yes, that's it! Oh, I didn't expect that after more than ten years, this book is still here~"

Lin Xiaojuan took the book and carefully stroked the cover, as if she was not touching a book, but the deep love between mother and daughter.

With the ready-made book, Lin Xiaojuan started learning needlework again.

At the beginning, she knitted intermittently and even went backwards, but as she became more proficient, the memories sealed in her mind began to open up. After more than an hour, Song Yue found that the needles in her mother's hands were dancing so gracefully that they were almost leaving afterimages.

"Mom, your skills are still as good as before!" Song Yue smiled and gave a thumbs up.

Lin Xiaojuan blushed: "Oh, stop teasing me, I still can't compare to when I was young~"

"Why not?" Song Yue hadn't spoken yet when Song Tianyuan came out of the bedroom. He stretched his muscles and said seriously, "You are more mature and charming now than before~"

puff……

Song Yue almost laughed out loud.

Lin Xiaojuan raised her head and pretended to be unhappy: "What tastes better? I'm not a hot pot, how can I be spicy?"

Song Tianyuan knew he was tongue-tied and couldn't come up with anything sweet or affectionate, so he quickly stepped forward and said, "Hey, don't embarrass me. It's enough that you know I'm praising you."

Tsk, Lin Xiaojuan rolled her eyes deliberately, then lowered her head and continued knitting.

Song Yue secretly saw that the corners of her mother's mouth couldn't help but rise.

Mom and Dad loved the coffee she brought back from City M, so Song Yue made a cup for them and herself every morning these days.

They were all made with hot water. After drinking it for a while, Song Tianyuan suddenly had an idea and asked her if he could add ice to make it a different flavor.

Song Yue: "Yes, there are many ways to make coffee, and you can also create your own."

I used to follow a coffee-making upsizer on Bilibili. He could create dozens of different ways to make the same coffee, which made people very hungry just by looking at it.

Now that I’m at home, and since my dad has asked for it, let’s do it!

There happened to be a lot of ice cubes stored in the space, which were hung out to dry on the kitchen windowsill but never used.

After Song Yue finished speaking, he entered the space, hammered out an ice block half the length of his arm, carried it out, and placed it on the chopping board.

Hiss, so cold...

Shivering all over, she rubbed her hands, then pressed the ice and cut it with a kitchen knife.

Unfortunately, after cutting for a long time, there was no movement, and instead a pool of water came out.

Seeing her fumbling around, Lin Xiaojuan shook her head repeatedly: "You still don't have much cooking experience. Let me do it."

Song Yue knew that his skills were not good enough, so he gave in silently.

Unexpectedly, my mother raised the kitchen knife and hit me hard several times!

Bang bang bang!

The sound was as if the kitchen had exploded.

Song Tianyuan rushed to the door in two or three steps: "Something exploded!"

Lin Xiaojuan said calmly: "It's okay, I'm just slapping ice cubes~"

Song Tianyuan stared at the shattered ice chips on the chopping board. He twitched his lips, but finally swallowed the words he wanted to scold and changed his words to, "...Okay, take it easy. Be careful not to break the knife."

"How can it be broken so easily? This kitchen knife is of very good quality. I bought it for hundreds of dollars~" Lin Xiaojuan didn't take it seriously. After saying that, she slammed it twice more.

A whole piece of ice was shattered into pieces.

Song Yue was speechless and choked. She turned around and silently made coffee powder. She poured hot water into it, stirred it with a spoon, and then scraped it a few times with the chopping board. The small ice cubes were scraped into the cup. Well, a cup of iced coffee that looked rather ugly was out.

Song Tianyuan looked at the cup in his hand, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

Finally, I closed my eyes and thought, forget it, just drink it.

It tastes the same anyway, it just looks a bit uglier.

Ordinary days passed one by one. In the following days, 099 occasionally came out to accompany her and her parents.

Lin Xiaojuan and her husband had long been accustomed to 099's elusive appearances. They were not surprised at all when he suddenly appeared in the living room or suddenly disappeared from the living room. Sometimes he even scolded her, saying that she did not take the initiative to accompany Xiaojiu, and Xiaojiu was bored, so she went back.

Song Yue said:

I'm used to it. My mother is always partial to me.

On November 30, the last day before entering the dungeon, 099 did not appear.

Thinking he was getting the copy information, Song Yue didn't pay much attention.

It was not until 11 o'clock in the evening, when the information of this copy was about to be announced as usual, that Song Yue keenly noticed that the voice in his head had changed.

After listening to the other party's recitation without any fluctuation, she spoke coldly.

"Who are you?"

"Where's 099?"

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