Chapter 114 The diary does not have a remote call function
The four people present shifted their gazes towards the door panel that was shaking slightly.
Grandpa Fang had a puzzled expression on his face. His house hadn't been so lively in a long time. Five new faces came at once this morning, and now someone was knocking on the door.
The knocking continued, and a voice rang out: "Hello, is anyone home?"
"Yes, there's someone there." Grandma Fang suddenly woke up and answered in a low voice.
Grandpa Fang came back to his senses and tried to open the door with his cane, but was stopped by Yu Zhile.
At the same time, Yu Yue quickly walked forward to open the door, and stepped aside to invite the visitor in.
The person who came was the leader of the logistics and welfare group of the cannery. Yu Zhile also knew him and simply greeted him.
"Hello, I am the leader of the logistics welfare team of the canning factory. I would like to order a batch of popsicles from you as welfare." The leader explained the purpose of his visit. "There are 495 people in our factory now. I need you to prepare 500 popsicles, half of which are milk and half are mung beans."
She was about to continue explaining the payment method but was interrupted by Grandpa Fang.
"Comrade, I'm sorry to interrupt you." Grandpa Fang apologized and explained, "My milk and mung bean popsicles are five cents each. If you need such a large quantity, you can go to the popsicle factory to negotiate for a more affordable price."
The team leader replied: "If you order from the popsicle factory, they will be delivered to the factory. However, considering the actual situation of some colleagues, the factory manager plans to issue self-made popsicle tickets, allowing colleagues to choose the time to redeem them, so it will be more convenient to order from you."
Grandpa Fang suddenly realized and nodded.
The two parties discussed the details and then signed the agreement.
Grandpa Fang sent the team leader out and continued the unfinished topic, saying, "Xiao Zhuo didn't mean anything else. He likes your brother very much. He is very good at carving things and was very popular among children in the past."
His tone was genuine and his eyes were hopeful.
Yu Zhile and Yu Yue looked at each other and decided to leave their address.
"That's great, thank you." Grandpa Fang's tears welled up in his eyes and he hurriedly used his crutches to find paper and pen.
Yu Zhile wrote down the address and handed it to him.
"So, you are from Haidong Town, and my wife is from Xishan Village in Haidong Town." Grandpa Fang smiled, "It's fate, it's fate, Xiao Zhuo is also from Haidong Town."
Yu Zhile thought his statement was a little strange, but did not ask any further questions.
Grandpa Fang kept thanking the brother and sister, thanking them for driving away the group of hooligans and thanking them for bringing business to the cannery.
During this time, Fang Zhuo said nothing and stared at the tree trunk intently.
The brother and sister were afraid that their family would worry, so they did not stay for too long and soon asked to leave.
Grandpa Fang had difficulty moving, so the two men asked him not to send him off.
Yu Yue closed the gate, and Yu Zhile felt like a heavy stone was pressing down on his heart as he watched Fang Zhuo's figure gradually being blocked away.
On the way, she was thinking about Fang Zhuo and wondering why she had a strange feeling when she saw his eyes.
She still had no idea until she got home.
Yu Wanqin and Yu Chi were sitting at the table. They looked up when they heard the voice: "Why did you take so long? Is there something wrong?"
"No." Yu Zhile shook his head. "I walked slowly and was delayed on the road for a while."
The end of the trip to the park was not a pleasant one, and the family gave up the idea of going somewhere else to play.
Yu Zhile sat on the other side of Yu Chi, while Yu Yue picked up an old textbook of hers and looked through it.
"What is Xiaobao doing?" she asked curiously.
Yu Chi held the pencil, with a tense expression, as he drew messy balls of thread on the white paper in front of him.
"Yes, take notes." He tilted his head and thought, "My sister said it's a good habit."
Yu Zhile was stunned for a few seconds, then remembered his previous comment on Zhang Haizhu's review using hieroglyphics. He couldn't help but laugh and pinched his face.
She pointed to one of the balls of thread and asked with a smile, "What is recorded in this place?"
"My uncle bought soy milk and fried dough sticks, which are delicious." Yu Chi did not answer directly, but explained one by one in order, "My sister said she would take me to buy chocolate popsicles and asked me why I didn't bring the little conch."
His words actually reminded Yu Zhile that this was a good time to try to contact Zhou Yuesheng through the platform.
"Xiaobao, I'm a little tired and want to rest." She asked softly, "Wake up and listen to Xiaobao's notes, okay?"
Yu Chi nodded obediently: "Okay, sister, go to bed."
Yu Zhile touched his head, stood up and went back to the house.
After she left, Yu Chi continued to point at the ball of thread and mutter about what happened today.
Yu Wanqin was reading a book about sewing techniques. She noticed his little movements and listened carefully to what he said.
Yu Chi recounted what happened in the park in chronological order.
Yu Wanqin turned her gaze to Yu Yue, who was immersed in the pages of the book. She smiled and continued to read with her head down.
The next second, Yu Chi moved the tip of his pen toward the largest ball of thread and whispered, "Give some candy to Uncle Fang. He looks like Grandpa and Second Uncle, and I like him very much."
Inside the room, Yu Zhile was checking the status panel of the robot butler.
It's running well, but there's no picture or sound feedback, and no communication channel.
"Xiao Yun, is there really no way to contact the robot butler?" Yu Zhile asked again with his consciousness.
Xiaoyun's bust floated in the air and replied with a smile: "Host, the robot butler's mode has been fixed. It does not have the remote call function. The platform can only monitor its operating status."
Yu Zhile sighed, exited the status panel, and entered the intermediate mall.
She searched the mall but couldn't find anything useful.
At the same time, Zhou Yuesheng, who was far away in Beijing, was holding the small conch in his hand, his mind full of its mechanical sound.
He conducted a risky test and determined that its sound could only be transmitted through touch and could not be heard by outsiders.
[Baby, staying in the dark all the time is not good for your growth. You need to get more sun exposure so that you can be happy, grow as tall as your dad, and protect your sister. If the baby is happy, the little snail will be happy. ]
From the second day he was locked up in the small dark room, Little Snail repeated this sentence dozens of times.
"Is there really no way to contact her?" Zhou Yuesheng asked.
[Baby, the little snail can't talk to them, they can only know the little snail's mood. ]
Zhou Yuesheng lightened his grip, the small conch slipped from his palm, and the voice in his head disappeared instantly.
Since he discovered the strangeness of the little conch, he has been listening to its sounds, and his nerves are always tense, almost to the limit.
"Is it really him?" Zhou Yuesheng murmured, many images flashing through his mind.
That night, as soon as he arrived at the bottom of the big tree, he realized something was wrong, and the next second he was surrounded by three special teams.
At that time, he smelled a familiar scent in the air.
Amidst the lightning and thunder, a name flashed through his mind.
However, with fifteen guns pointed at him at the same time, he couldn't leave any message.
Just like that, he was taken back to the army and locked up in a small dark room. During that time, he had no chance to see anyone familiar with him. Even the people who came to deliver meals every day were new recruits.
As he was thinking, there was a loud knock on the iron door, interrupting his thoughts.
"Hey, time to eat." The gruff voice was different from usual.
Zhou Yuesheng immediately realized something was wrong and quickly ran to the meal delivery window.
With a swish, a piece of the iron sheet was pulled away, and blinding light streamed in from the small rectangular window.
Zhou Yuesheng felt uncomfortable and stared at the window with his eyes open. A few hard multi-grain buns and a note were thrown in.
Soon, the light was taken away again.
Zhou Yuesheng turned his back to the door, blocked the window with his body, and held the small conch in his hand to let it emit light.
With the help of the dim light, he could clearly see the secret code on the note and translated it into a sentence - tomorrow evening, at the same time, yes.
At this time, Yu Zhile was rubbing his eyes to resist the invasion of sleepiness, and did not notice that the symbol on his half-lowered right hand was glowing.
Gradually, her consciousness dispersed and she fell asleep.
Yu Zhile struggled to open her heavy eyelids. Everything around her was blurry and she groped her way towards the brightest place.
After walking for a long time, her fingers touched a cold door.
The door was very heavy, and she used all her strength to push it open a crack.
Through the gap, she saw a group of people pointing guns at Zhou Yuesheng and pulling the trigger repeatedly.
Countless bullets penetrated Zhou Yuesheng's flesh and blood, and he became a bloody man, slowly falling to the ground.
"No, stop." Yu Zhile shouted and suddenly opened his eyes.
Yu Wanqin wanted to knock on the door to call her to eat, but when she heard her shout, she rushed in and asked, "What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"
"Yeah." Yu Zhile was still in shock, breathing heavily, with sweat on his forehead.
Yu Wanqin gently wiped the cold sweat off her face, stroked her back, and comforted her: "Dreams are all fake, don't be afraid, don't be afraid."
After a while, Yu Zhile's breathing finally became stable.
"It's okay, let's go out for dinner." Yu Wanqin took her hand and went out.
On weekdays, Yu Peilan and his wife have lunch in the factory cafeteria.
The situation today was special, so He Youan went to the state-owned restaurant to buy some of the dishes that everyone liked, and then picked up Yu Peilan after get off work.
In the living room, the songs playing on the radio added a bit of liveliness.
"Oh, how can Xiaobao be so cute? He can write a diary at such a young age." Yu Peilan's smile was full of doting.
Yu Chi looked up from his diary and saw Yu Zhile's pale face, and asked, "Sister, are you feeling unwell?"
"Where do you feel uncomfortable? Do you want to go to the hospital?" Yu Peilan asked anxiously.
Yu Zhile smiled and said, "I'm not feeling unwell, I just had a nightmare."
Yu Peilan breathed a sigh of relief, let her sit on the chair, and half-knelt beside her.
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, the soul is back." She gathered her fingers and tapped the ground, then touched Yu Zhile's forehead, "The soul is back."
Everyone watched her quietly as she repeated this process more than a dozen times before starting to eat.
"Eat more meat. Today's stewed chicken is especially delicious." He Youan picked up a few pieces of meat for Yu Zhile.
Others also kept putting meat and vegetables in her bowl, and soon the vegetables in her bowl piled up into a small mountain.
Yu Zhile was deeply moved, his eyes were filled with heat.
During the meal, Yu Peilan talked about celebrating Yu Zhile’s birthday tomorrow.
The family was chatting happily when the door was smashed with a loud bang.
Someone was shouting outside the door, and a few cries of pain were mixed in with the noise.
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