Chapter 238: Meeting (Part 3)

Valentin von was speechless and just nodded and wiped his tears.

The connected nerve tentacles lit up with a faint light of empathy, and Valentine Feng closed his eyes, allowing his spiritual senses to sink into the ocean of light.

[…

“I hope that Grandpa Sun will come out every day, dispel the moisture and moss in the corners, and melt the frozen water pipes. I hope that no one in the yard will get hurt due to waterlogging or snow sweeping. Spring, spring, please come soon.”]

In a soft and non-dazzling halo of light.

Valentin von saw a black-haired child with his back turned.

In front of the black-haired child was a huge old plastic table. On the table were fruit cakes, plastic plates and forks, colorful candies in bulk, a mess of bulk snacks, piles of square steamed buns and corn buns, several large pots of hot stew, and two baskets of boiled eggs and corn.

Valentine's eyes were high, and he looked over the black-haired child's head and saw the only bowl of dumplings made of fine flour on the table placed in front of the child.

As the tender voices of children earnestly recited their wishes, the birthday party scene in my memory became more and more complete, with the children's backs as the center.

In the blink of an eye, Valentine von was standing alone in an old hall that had been cleaned very cleanly.

The hall is not too big or too small. There is an old plastic round table in the middle. There is a long low bookcase next to the wall. Above the bookcase are many donation photos. The indoor lighting is dim and there is a warm aroma of food.

A middle-aged woman wearing a thick sweater sat at the head of the table. She was tall and strong, and you could tell at a glance that she was strong and healthy. A circle of children of different heights surrounded the round table. They clapped their hands in unison around the plastic table and sang the off-tune birthday song in the direction of the black-haired child.

Valentine von's senses and memory were like a wire that had been short-circuited for many days and suddenly regained power.

He recalled more memories from Earth and discerned the details: the adult in the main seat was from the north, and must be very hardworking and able to endure hardships. She had a pair of thick palms and a pair of determined eyes that could defeat any difficulties; the children at the table all wore similar old-fashioned sweaters and black pants, they all had short hair that was easy to manage, their hands, feet and collars were clean and tidy, and they looked nothing alike. Valentin Feng understood that his fellow countryman had lived in an old welfare home when he was young.

[“Xiao Jin, your wish won’t come true once you say it out loud.” The headmistress reached out and touched the black-haired child’s head. “Make a new wish, but don’t make the same wish over and over again.”

The black-haired child asked in confusion, "Why can't I make a duplicate wish?"

"Because your last wish has failed." The kind headmother said, "If a road is blocked, don't keep hitting the wall, find a new way out immediately. Time is a very precious thing, we must cherish it."

The black-haired child was lost in thought.

"Xiao Jin! Make a new wish for a new thermos! The thermos in our dormitory are no longer warm!" "Go away! Jin! Wishing requires money! The canteen uncle has returned with new Street Fighter cards! So cool!" "No, no, make a wish for new clothes!" "Make a wish for a yo-yo! The canteen uncle at the school gate brought in a shiny yo-yo! Jin, I want this, I want this!" "Let's get a new schoolbag! We'll take turns carrying it!" The children at the plastic table happily gave advice and shouted. ]

Valentin Feng stared blankly, the lively and noisy children's voices seemed to break some kind of limitation, and the childhood memories of the long-lost human era slowly emerged. Valentin Feng remembered his birthday wish when he was 6 years old: [I wish that my parents will recover soon and take me home. I don't want to live in my uncle's house. I'm so hungry... so lonely, and no one talks to me. ]

[…

"Is it really impossible to wish for spring?" The black-haired child thought for a long time and said in a tangled voice, "It has been raining and snowing recently. Brother An and Sister Shu have to clear the snow in the sleet every day. If they don't clear the snow, we can't go out to school. Auntie has to go to the city to work and collect donations every day. You sprained your ankle the day before yesterday, and the medicine for traumatic injuries is running out. If the sun and spring come back tomorrow, everyone won't have to work so hard."

"No." The director's mother had to explain: "This year we have experienced a rare heavy snowfall here. The weather forecast says that there will be rain and snow for the next month. The sun and spring will be delayed for a long time."

The black-haired child uttered a soft “Ah.”

He said dejectedly, "Well, a month is so long. I'm almost grown up."

The director's mother stroked the child's black hair and said with a smile, "How could that be? Don't worry, spring and the sun come very lightly, and they will definitely arrive before you grow up. Make a new wish, and think seriously about a birthday wish that you really want."

"Today is your birthday. The world will listen to your voice and send gifts to your future life."

The black-haired child put his hands together and prayed, and blew out the candles amid the noise of "Become Ultraman!" "Become Transformers!" "Become Black Cat Sheriff!"]

This memory ends with the singing of the happy birthday song amidst laughter and joy.

Valentine von's senses subconsciously leaned forward, wanting to stay in that old and tidy hall for a while, listening to the familiar language and smelling the aroma of old food.

But before he could feel sad, a new memory transformed into a new soft light, enveloping him from top to bottom.

Valentine von narrowed his eyes subconsciously, and when he opened them again, he saw a bright and clear light in front of him.

There is an old courtyard of medium size in Guangming Center, with red bricks and green tiles. In the courtyard there is an old tree full of green persimmons. Beddings and brightly colored coats of various colors are drying on one side of the courtyard. Standing at the gate of the courtyard is the director's mother.

In front of the dean's mother, a black-haired boy about 15 years old had his back to Valentine von.

The black-haired boy handed something to the director's mother and said, "Aunt, this is the monthly subsidy from the school, a total of 2,000. Can you help me repair the water tower or heating pipes in the hospital? October is coming soon, and the temperature will drop. The cost of hiring workers will increase."

"2000? It was 800 last month, how come it's 2000 this month? I don't even know which school you attend? If it weren't for your stable grades and being the top student in your grade every year in junior high and high school, they would have been afraid that you would be rejected by other schools, so they squeezed out 800 from their teeth to give you as a living allowance. The scholarships for other schools in this small town are at most 400 yuan! Where did the other 1200 yuan in your card come from?"

The dean's mother frowned and stuffed the bank card back into the black-haired boy's hand. "Did you sneak out to work again? High school is a critical year. You should spend more time on studying. The school gives you subsidies so that you can eat well and dress well. You don't need to worry about the affairs of the dean!"

The black-haired boy was in puberty, with a slender figure and thin shoulders. When the wind blew in late September, the wide school uniform stuck to his waist, which was like a bamboo just breaking through the soil in spring, thin but not weak, full of vitality. But his strength was no match for the headmother who worked all year round. The headmother grabbed and squeezed, and the black-haired boy couldn't move even a bit.

The black-haired boy said helplessly, "That's impossible. Don't think too much, Auntie. A month ago, a key school in the province held a subject competition, and I won third place. The results didn't count until they came out, so I didn't tell anyone. Last week, the results of the competition came out, and I was the only one in the top three in the school. The extra money this month is a bonus from the principal. Everyone gets a share of unexpected money. The college can use it, it can use it."

The dean's mother was skeptical: "How can you earn so much money just by being in the top three in the provincial league? Are you really not working secretly?"

The black-haired boy nodded, his voice high and confident: "Nothing can make more money than knowledge...hiss!"

The dean's mother reached out and hit him, "Your main task now is to study!"

The black-haired boy touched his arm, shrugged, and became a little more honest. "Okay. Auntie, don't worry about using this money. Don't worry too much about my food at school. My meal card can be used in the teachers' cafeteria. My homeroom teacher and other teachers also take good care of me. I eat meat two or three times a day."

"Okay, okay. That's good. You have to study hard. Only by studying can you succeed. Only when you have acquired knowledge can you succeed," the dean's mother kept muttering.

The black-haired boy continued gently: "It allows me to open my eyes and see the world without fear of obstacles and confusion. Knowledge is the shield and the spear. It can make life smooth and not be affected by dangerous words. There will always be a way out."]

This memory ends, and the third memory soon comes.

Valentin von was surprised. The third memory was different from the previous two. This memory was dynamic!

The first scene in the memory is a dim alley. After walking through the alley, there are various old-fashioned buildings that were built illegally. The sky is dark, and only a few lights are on in the residential buildings.

[…

Under the cover of night, the black-haired boy ran through the alley full of waste, panting slightly, and stopped at the back door of a ten-story residential building with only three lights on.

He leaned on his knees and gasped for breath.

The black-haired boy was not wearing a school uniform. Instead, he wore a long-sleeved black shirt and black pants, which was unusual for a midsummer night. He also wore a pair of slightly mismatched large-sized construction boots, with the shoelaces tied tightly around his ankles. He rested his hands on his knees, holding a slide-top cell phone in one hand and a pair of worn leather work gloves in the other.

The back pocket of his black work pants is bulging with something.]

Valentin Feng Qing heard the echo of this memory: this pair of old construction shoes that didn't fit his feet cost 25 yuan, the gloves were second-hand goods specially found from the scrap yard, and the old mobile phone worth 150 yuan contained the contact information of all the brothers and sisters who were adopted. Tonight, I received a call for help from my younger sister who had left the courtyard.

[…

The black-haired boy rested for more than ten seconds, took out a factory mask that covered his face and head from his pocket, put it on, put on gloves, and nimbly climbed up the illegally built awnings on each floor of the old building, and climbed into a balcony on the third floor that did not have anti-theft windows. ]

This time, Valentine von finally saw the black-haired boy's appearance clearly as he climbed the building. His face was 60% similar to Destiny who came to meet him.

As his memories progressed, Valentine von suddenly heard the soft cry of a child. The cry was very strange, mixed with a few unclear "ah...ah..."

[…

The black-haired boy tiptoed onto the balcony and walked silently through the unlit living room.]

Valentine von saw many photos hanging on the wall of the living room, most of which were photos of a kind couple with children and boys and girls of different appearances. In the middle was the wedding photo of the kind couple when they were young, and below the wedding photo was a TV and a desktop computer.

Then, Valentine von saw the black-haired boy grope his way to the only bathroom in the house with the light on. The bathroom door was a sliding door, and the faint sound of a child's sharp cry and the laughter of an adult man could be heard from inside.

Valentin von suddenly realized something, and the moment he realized the key point, the protagonist of the memory had already taken out a rusty thin iron chain from his work clothes pocket and wrapped it around his gloves.

[…

The black-haired boy silently pushed the door open, raised his fist wrapped in a thin iron chain, and hit the man's neck with a precise hammer as if he had practiced it thousands of times. The next moment, the black-haired boy suddenly pulled the bathtub curtain over, blocking the child's frightened and joyful eyes in the bathtub.]

In the three memories that Valentine von saw, the black-haired boy was definitely not a very healthy type. He was as thin as a bamboo, with obvious veins on the back of his hands and protruding wrist bones.

But, in this memory, the black-haired boy took the initiative, grasped the iron chain in one hand and smashed the adult to the ground with a scream, and he never let the man stand up for even a second.

The boy's thin hand was pressing tightly on the adult man's neck. The back of his hand was bulging with blue veins. He was shaking, but that hand was so incredibly steady, strong and powerful.

Valentine Feng thought again of the newly-grown bamboos. The thin green bamboos emerged from the soil, their stems were brittle and their branches were tender, but they were full of the power of anger that could pierce through rocks, vowing to pierce through all injustice and malice and grow towards the sky.

[…

The black-haired boy pinched the man's neck, and the other hand wrapped in the cast iron hit the man quickly and accurately. The man soon lost the strength to struggle. When he was sure that the man had lost the strength to stand up and resist, the black-haired boy stood up, untied the thin iron chain, and transferred the iron chain to his other hand. His left hand kept shaking and he could hardly close it.

As soon as the man, who was still conscious, tried to turn around, the boy immediately used the iron chain to severely whip the wound on his back.

The man couldn't turn around to see who attacked him, he could only yell for help, but after only two yells, the man stopped yelling and began to struggle to crawl out of the bathroom with his injured limbs.]

Valentin von immediately remembered that there were not many people living in this residential building! No one would hear the molester's cries!

For a moment, he felt a mixture of joy and disgust; the molester had chosen to settle in a sparsely populated residential building, so one could imagine what his intention was.

But as Valentine von watched, he became a little confused.

The black-haired boy did not stop the man from crawling out of the bathroom. There was a landline phone in the living room!

Not only that, once the man stopped crawling, in the silence, the black-haired boy behind him would deliberately make a sound of iron chains rattling.

The sound of iron chains triggers a man's fear, and he will start crawling no matter how much pain he feels.

As soon as the man stopped, the sound of iron chains could be heard from the dark living room, "Ding-dang... Ding-dang..."

The sound of the iron chain was like the low sound of a beast before hunting. As soon as it sounded, pain would come. The black-haired boy raised the iron chain expressionlessly and forced the man to call the police.

The man quickly crawled to the living room phone, pulled down the cord, and dialed the number tremblingly. As soon as the call was connected, he roared incoherently about robbing and murdering people.

The dark living room was so quiet that Valentine Feng could hear the police asking for the address on the other end of the phone.

[…

“…15 minutes, we will be there, please keep talking…”

The black-haired boy unplugged the phone line, put one foot on the man's back, bent over and put his hands around the man's neck, and tried to strangle him in an unskilled way. The man quickly rolled his eyes and fainted. The boy turned the man's head around and slapped him twice to confirm his reaction.

The man didn't move.

The sound of footsteps walking away softly could be heard in the dim room. The footsteps gradually got farther away until they disappeared.

Ten seconds of silence passed.

Suddenly, the man lying on the ground's eyeballs moved, and he opened his eyes carefully.

]

"!" Valentine Feng's heart suddenly twitched at his fellow countryman's reaction and vigilance!

[…

The man opened his eyes, noticed something out of the corner of his eye, and a look of despair appeared on his face.

In the dim room, the dark shadow behind him never left!

The shadow just stood there quietly, observing his "coma" with an expressionless face.

As if mocking him. After the man opened his eyes, the shadow tapped the floor with his boot heels, tap-tap-tap, the heels made a sound that simulated walking. The footsteps were heavy and light, light and heavy, tap-tap-tap.

In the darkness, it seemed as if there were more than ten people walking around the room, the footsteps gradually getting farther and farther away, and then getting closer and closer.

The man, unable to turn back, vomited out of fear.

The shadow dragged the chain again, approaching the man.

But before the black-haired boy could touch the man, the man had already fainted from fright.

The black-haired boy bent down and observed for half a minute with an expressionless face. After confirming that she was really dizzy this time, he immediately went back to the bathroom with the light on, opened the curtain, and raised his hand to his sister who was curled up obediently in the bathtub.]

Valentine von suddenly understood why the first time he heard a baby crying, the sound was so strange, accompanied by “Ah…Ah…”

[…

The black-haired boy used sign language skillfully and spoke slowly: "Where does it hurt? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

The child responded with sign language, imitating his brother’s mouth shape, and slowly said: “…he…just came in. Brother Jin, he’s here.”]

It is a special child who can only speak with the aid of sign language. Ah! What a rubbish person! Valentine Feng's sensory fist instantly hardened, and suddenly a large number of modern memories came to mind.

[…

The black-haired boy immediately pointed his finger and said, "Adults will come later. If an uncle or brother comes near you, you will cry and only let your aunt and sister hold you. After that, when the adults ask you how you are doing in your new home, you will tell them everything honestly. They will be nice to you, but also strange to you."

“…Okay…” the child said with his finger. “I will…try my best.”

"Don't be afraid, we'll be back in the yard soon." The black-haired boy said in sign language.

“What if we can’t go back to… the hospital?” the child asked, pointing his finger.

The black-haired boy was silent for a few seconds, then pointed his finger and said, "Something bad has happened here. The adults who will appear later are Sheriff Black Cat. They will definitely send Linlin to the right place. Doesn't Linlin like Sheriff Black Cat the most? Believe in Sheriff Black Cat. Sheriff Black Cat will always protect the weak and justice."

"…Okay…" The child curled back into the bathtub.

The black-haired boy quickly left the bathroom and returned to the living room.]

Valentin von now knew what was in the boy's bulging trouser pockets.

[The boy returns to the living room and takes out an envelope from his work pants pocket. He opens the envelope and scatters the photos inside on the unconscious man’s body.]

"..." Valentin von suddenly looked at the photo wall in the living room. Everyone in the photo was staring at the camera in the shadows and smiling.

In different photos, the sanctimonious man held the shoulders of more than a dozen young men and women with different looks with one hand, looking kind and friendly. A feeling of nausea rushed into Valentine's brain, and he didn't look at the photos on the ground again.

[…

After spreading the photos, the black-haired boy took out a thumb-sized piece of hardware from the envelope, walked to the desktop computer next to the TV, and reinstalled the USB flash drive with swift movements.

After installing the hardware, the boy scanned the living room, opened the front door, and finally returned downstairs along the balcony.

The boy did not leave immediately. He hid in the alley at the back door of the residential building and waited until the alarm sounded. He made sure the lights in the third-floor living room were turned on and heard a few angry curse words roaring before leaving the alley.]

Valentin von once again heard the voice of memory: the molester was finally sentenced and wore an alarm anklet for the rest of his life after he was released from prison.

This memory finally returns to brightness.

[…

The boy climbed over the wall and returned to his school dormitory under the cover of night. After taking a quick shower and changing into a clean school uniform, he went back to attend evening self-study.

The black-haired boy entered the classroom.

"Hey, Teacher Li came to check just now, I covered for you, I said you had a stomachache and went to the toilet." My deskmate said sourly: "Teacher Li went back to find you some flush, don't show it when she brings it to you later."

"Thank you brother, may good people have a peaceful life." The black-haired boy said with a smile.

"Hmph." The deskmate chuckled and nudged the black-haired boy with his arm, "This is the first time I see you studying for so long. What were you doing? This morning I saw the bad guys from Class 17 looking for you. Did you go smoking with them? You had such a good opportunity and you didn't take me with you."

The black-haired boy opened the English test paper, picked up a pen, and began to do his homework. "You are the only one who thinks smoking is a good thing."

"You did something bad without taking me with you!"

"If you had gone with me, I would have been scared to death." The black-haired boy chuckled.]

This memory ended. Valentine von blinked, and a new memory appeared before him.

The black-haired boy in the memory has grown taller, and his figure has become more realistic than that of a young man.

He was carrying a sports bag and standing in front of the faded red brick and green tile courtyard. He lowered his head to talk to the dean's mother and handed the dean an envelope.

[…

"This card contains bonuses from the school," said the black-haired young man. "I got admitted to Capital University and got 300,000 yuan. I also got 35 yuan from competition bonuses and neighborhood committee bonuses. The heating pipes in the dormitory break down every year. Xiao Zhao and his friends used charcoal for temporary heating last year and almost suffocated a roommate. The heating pipes must be replaced this year. Linlin and her friends' winter coats are too short. Even if we take out the cotton core and expose them to the sun, they still won't keep them warm. Let's buy a new batch of coats."

"No. This is your bonus, you should use it on yourself. Going to college will cost you a lot more money, and also," the dean's mother hadn't finished her words.

"Don't worry too much."

The black-haired young man said gently, "Someone in the city is prepared to sponsor me for four years. The plane ticket was sent to the school yesterday. The university has relevant support policies. I still have the contact information of all my teachers from school to now in my phone. The money is enough for daily expenses. I won't go hungry."

The director's mother sighed deeply: "You are still young and don't understand. People always need to have some confidence to stand up straight."

The black-haired young man smiled and said, "Aunt, you are the one who told me that knowledge is power and money. Since I was 18, who have I ever begged for money from? My grades are stable every year, and I get bonuses from the school and the neighborhood committee every year. Now there are also special funding from philanthropists in the city. Aunt, it's a new era."

"Okay," the dean's mother finally said, "I'll contact the heating company."

The black-haired young man pulled out a piece of paper with a number written on it like magic, "I contacted them yesterday and made an agreement. This company is owned by a relative of my class teacher, and the price they quoted has already been discounted. Just give them a call, and they will come over to remove the pipes anytime."

Dean’s mother: “…”

The dean's mother raised her hand and slapped the black-haired young man on the arm with her powerful palm.

The black-haired young man, who was laughing loudly, swayed back and forth twice.]

Valentine von's memory was like breaking through layers of spider webs, and he suddenly remembered that he also had an elder like this. The elder's last words to him were a sigh: "If you ask others to love you, no one will love you. You have to take good care of your heart. The heart is precious. You can't always give it away without reservation. If you share it too many times, you will be empty. 】

Valentine Feng's eyes were blurred with tears, and another memory with a soft halo fell into his spiritual senses.

The fourth halo memory is a flashback. In the flashback, Valentin von sees his black-haired fellow countryman graduating from university and entering society.

The black-haired young man grew up in a warm and big family, and everything he learned taught him how to be a good person.

But the world will not treat a person well just because he is a good person.

The education of his foster parents deeply influenced the three views of the black-haired fellow countryman. Knowledge is power and money. He was young and precocious. He had tasted the fullness and warmth brought by knowledge in his first year of school. After entering the society, he never lost himself because of money and class power. Most of the suffering he suffered was due to kindness and trust.

He suffered a lot, but he was never defeated or twisted. He would get up when he fell, find a way to heal when he was hurt, and fight back when he was cheated. He was smart enough, had means and courage, and never used his intelligence to hurt others.

At the same time, he is kind, tough and brave. Even when he was still young, for the sake of the people he cared about, his courage was like that of a crazy Don Quixote, who dared to challenge the giant windmill alone.

In the four mental memories opened by Destiny, Valentine met a person who was worth trusting with his life.

These memories were based on nerve whiskers and could not be tampered with or falsified. Valentine von completely eliminated his concerns and uneasiness about strangers from his hometown. He no longer had the hidden worry of "fellow villagers meeting and getting shot in the back".

Finally, Destiny's memories turned into an illusory light in Valentine von's senses, and a black shadow appeared in the light.

The phantom black-haired young man walked towards Valentine von, his figure slowly turned silver, his black hair faded, his shoulders turned silver, and finally he turned into Destiny with silver hair and silver eyes.

Whether this person has black hair or silver hair, the determination and brightness in his eyes never change and remain the same.

"Hello, let's be friends." The man with silver hair and silver eyes extended his hand to Valentine Feng, smiled and said formally: "I am Shi Cunjin, what is your name?"

Valentine von's senses trembled, he stretched out his hand and shook it, saying lightly: "My name is..."

…

Real Fountain Hall.

After closing his eyes, Shi Cunjin finished reading Valentine von's memories from his human period and sighed.

Valentin von's human memory can be summed up in 12 words: losing his parents in childhood, wandering around, and longing to be loved.

Valentin Feng said that he had forgotten many memories, and the memory loss could not be explained clearly in words. Shi Cunjin entered his memory world despite being mentally prepared, but was still shocked.

The memory world of Valentin von is like a broken mirror that has been smashed into powder. Of the whole mirror, only five palm-sized pieces of memory are intact. The rest of the memory is scattered around the five intact pieces, with a shattered light.

Shi Cunjin: “…”

It completely possesses the chaotic beauty of the original work with randomly added chapter numbers.

Shi Cunjin extended his senses to touch the five memories.

Of the five memories, three are human memories and two are Zerg memories.

Shi Cunjin first opened Valentine's first human memory.

The first piece is childhood.

When Valentin was 6 years old, his parents were seriously injured in a car accident and died after lying in the hospital for a week. The first thing relatives from both sides rushed to fight for the insurance money and compensation. No one cared when he asked when his parents would be back. When he was annoyed by being asked, the adults said, "Be obedient! Be quiet! Your parents will come back sooner!"

These words were a curse that haunted Valentine von throughout his life.

The second piece is about a teenager.

At the age of 16, Valentine von was gloomy and silent, rich but poor.

His parents studied abroad in their early years and learned how to notarize wills and set up insurance to designate heirs and property management agents.

After the accident, through a series of complex notarized contracts, Valentine's parents' insurance and compensation were still in his name, and the property management agency team paid Valentine money every year according to a proportion.

That's a lot of money.

Valentine, who lost his parents at the age of 6, became a cash cow.

Relatives fought for his custody, and for nearly a decade, he lived in dozens of families, a group of adults who were related to him by blood and never regarded him as a relative. But they were also worried that the child would say something to the management team, which would lead to the loss of the right to apply for custody.

They began to teach Valentine to be obedient, silent, not to ask too many questions, and not to learn too much.

As long as Valentine obeyed their commands, they would love and care for him.

The third piece is adulthood.

Since the age of 6, Valentine has been obedient.

Until he reaches adulthood and can manage his own property.

Only one in ten of the inheritance survives.

For more than ten years, these elders with the same blood have been eating the remains of Valentine's parents, and then walking away with a satisfied feeling.

Valentine's world changed suddenly. He didn't understand. He asked and reached out to the elders in confusion. Then, he got a pile of hot stones. The hottest ones were boring, uninteresting and useless.

The 18-year-old Valentine rebelled.

After entering university, he became a loud, enthusiastic and super-familiar person.

As a result, many people approached him, trusted him, and loved him.

Lie to him.

Those who have cheated on him know that as long as you are sincere and kind to him and give him a little emotional value, he will forgive you no matter how many times you cheat on him and will show his enthusiasm and help again.

Valentine once experienced the love of family, but he lost it too early and only vaguely remembered a little bit of the sweetness of love.

Even if he was deliberately deceived and hit countless times, as long as he could recall the vague sweetness, Valentine could hold on and not collapse.

…

After Shi Cunjin finished reading Valentine's relatively complete human memories, he searched for a while in the fragmented memories, trying to find some more readable human memories; for example, whether Valentine had an elder with whom he had truly talked to, a true good friend, a lover, etc.

However, Shi Cunjin flipped through the book for a long time but could not find any readable details of human memory.

Shi Cunjin had no choice but to continue reading Valentine's Zerg memories.

He opened Valentine's first Zerg memory.

After reading for 2 minutes, Shi Cunjin was silent.

Valentine's first Zerg memory is from the age of 2 to 10.

At the age of 2, his brain is fully developed, he has self-awareness and discrimination, and he recalls some human cognition.

Then, until he was 10 years old, at that time, little Valentine had no peers, no familiar male insect parents, and the only one who accompanied him for a long time was the silent tall guardian.

The teacher who taught him the various insect common sense subjects came three times a week, and the gray-robed etiquette officer always stood quietly in the shadows, staring at him, recording his every move and every thought.

For 10 years, Mr. Beilin, who came twice a week, was the only person who could give Valentine emotional feedback.

Teacher Berlin would talk to him about things outside the textbooks, take him around the Louvre, and teach little Valentine to recognize every plant and flower that he was unfamiliar with in a humorous and gentle tone.

But Mr. Berlin was very busy at that time and only stayed in the Louvre for three hours each time.

If little Valentine was just little Valentine, he would turn the loneliness every week into anticipation, happily waiting for Teacher Belin to come. Little Valentine stayed in the Lou Palace after hatching. His world was small, so small that he could be happy with six hours of company every week.

But little Valentine is not little Valentine. Valentine, who has human memory, will be driven crazy by this kind of care.

He felt like he had become a baby monkey in a rhesus monkey experiment, being tamed day by day under silent surveillance.

After Valentine's tenth birthday in the Zerg, he forgot his past name. He suffered a mental breakdown and split into another personality, Little Valentine.

Little Valentine inherited the subconscious habits of Big Valentine. Even when he was alone, he began to become cheerful and outgoing. Compared with 10 years ago, he looked much healthier overall.

…

Shi Cunjin finished reading Valentine's first Zerg memory: "..."

Shi Cunjin silently opened Valentine's second Zerg memory.

…

One day when little Valentine was 10 years old, the Louvre Palace suddenly installed two beautiful flower doors.

Behind the flower gate is the world outside the Lu Palace, the Cat's Eye Main City.

Thus began the bumpy childhood journey of little Valentine, and he met his first friend in his life, Frankie Miller Janine.

From the age of 10 to 16, little Valentine had a smooth life. He got to know the wider world and saw more wonders and insects. He was no longer so dependent on Mr. Berlin's daily company.

But little Valentine still had no stable social friends.

Little Valentine had a lukewarm relationship with the other high-ranking nobles, preferring to stay with the underdeveloped middle-ranking nobles.

However, the princes with incomplete development could not come to the palace often, so the few tea friends who came and went at the social tea parties that little Valentine attended were all high-ranking princes who he knew but had a bad relationship with.

The senior officials looked at him with tinted glasses and sometimes made some sarcastic remarks about little Valentine's ignorance, but little Valentine never tolerated it.

Unfortunately, he always lost in every argument. The more he lost, the more he liked to argue, and the angrier he got. Anger became little Valentine's motivation for studying.

His performance in the alliance language and various regional minority languages ​​improved by leaps and bounds, but it was of no use, he lost anyway.

Even Gobelier couldn't stand Valencia's losing streak.

Later, whenever little Valentine had a verbal conflict with other ministers, the moth waiter would quickly call for Gobelil Berlin, who had become the chief of etiquette.

Gobelier held little Valentine's hand and took him away to study or have a snack. Every time, little Valentine would complain about where he lost the argument.

Gobelier listened twice at the beginning, taught twice, and went to pick up people with Bluetooth headphones on the third time.

This kind of life continued until one day when little Valentine was 17 years old, a new word appeared in his quarreling social circle: Fit Story.

Little Valentine noticed something was wrong with his memory and began to question the world for the first time.

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Shi Cunjin seemed to see a plant growing in a glass jar, trying hard to stretch out its branches, climb the edge of the jar, and explore the unknown world.

Shi Cunjin watched patiently until a few key lines appeared in this memory: the 1980 case, the disordered memory during the egg period, the real coding box in Valentine's childhood memory, GA4444.

GA4444? An incubator belonging to Gobelier?

This egg, destined to be wiped out from the world, was not smashed on the spot, but was successfully rescued and escaped by the guardian, maintaining Schrödinger's non-existence?

Suddenly, Shi Cunjin, who was immersed in empathy with his eyes closed, felt his tail being pulled. Then, his hands were tightly grasped, and a sense of oppression came over him. At the same time, Shi Cunjin also heard the sharp sound of tea sets clanging and smashing on the ground.

[What the hell is vv doing now! ! ] The system suddenly screamed, [Ahhhhh teacher, if vv bites you, take off your bracelet and throw it back! ! I'll shock him!!! He'll be normal after a shock!!]

Shi Cunjin opened his eyes suddenly, and was caught off guard, Valentin's face was already touching his.

A trembling, hot and wet breath gently blew on Shi Cunjin.

The next second, Shi Cunjin was knocked to the ground by Valentine who had overturned the tea table. He didn't feel much pain as the fountain room was covered with thick and soft carpet.

Valentin held Shi Cunjin's hand tightly, knelt down beside Shi Cunjin, hugged Shi Cunjin tightly, put his lips to Shi Cunjin's ear, and said tremblingly: "Hello... Hello, my name is Feng Wen... I am Feng Wen."

While he was immersed in reading, he was suddenly frightened by someone touching his face, and the next second he was pushed to the ground. Shi Cunjin was so shocked that he couldn't react instantly.

At the moment when Shi Cunjin was shocked.

“Sizzle—!”

Shi Cunjin heard something being torn into pieces.

In a thousandth of a second, the system screamed heartbreakingly in Shi Cunjin's ear: [Fuck, Teacher Shi, come back to your senses!!! Adjutant Eamon and Jian Ning have torn the soundproofing screen and come in!!! The way VV is hugging him now looks like he wants to open his mouth and bite your throat!! I don't need to shock him!!! Adjutant Eamon is about to reach out and pinch VV again!! In the trajectory of the movement I calculated, this time he is going for the back of VV's neck!! Ahhhh]

Shi Cunjin came back to his senses and immediately stopped Adjutant Eamon's actions: "He didn't attack me, Adjutant Eamon, don't move, you..." "Destiny, Destiny!" Valentine called affectionately and enthusiastically.

Valentin Von had been suppressed by loneliness and fear for many years. Once he was rescued, his emotions went out of control like adrenaline.

At this moment, Valentine von's chest was filled with extreme joy and excitement. He was not afraid of anything. Even if he died in the next second, he would die in ecstasy.

Valentin Feng held Shi Cunjin's hand tightly, his green eyes transformed into beasts, staring at Shi Cunjin closely: "We are a team, we should have been a team a long time ago! Why did you come just now? Why did you show up just now! We were born in the same year, we were born to be a team!"

The next second, Valentine started to speak incoherently: "I'm sorry, I'm not murderous to you, I was too slow, the place I live in is too isolated, and I've been a social person for years. I'm sorry I couldn't find you right away."

"Destiny, I want to follow you from now on. Are you willing? Do you agree?" Valentine von said excitedly.

The claws of the beast had already reached the back of the cat's neck, but the adjutant Amon braked suddenly: "..."

Although his movements were not as fast as the military henchman's, the head of the Jian Ning family also stretched out his hand to protect his friend: "..."

Eamon: "?": Jane

Shi Cunjin: “…”

In the absolute silence of the scene, the system let out a frightened sob in Shi Cunjin's ear: [VV is definitely not proposing, right? ]

Evans Eamon stopped two steps away from Sariel. He carefully looked at the face of the cat-eyed man, with a bit of disgust and curiosity in his eyes. Evans Eamon stared at the cat-eyed man for a few seconds and memorized his facial features.

"Do you agree? Agree! Destiny! Agree quickly!" The atmosphere of the dead two seconds at the scene did not affect the excited Valentine Feng at all. He first held Shi Cunjin's hand, and then reached out to hold Shi Cunjin's shoulder. Shi Cunjin immediately said: "Valentine, listen to me first..." "Okay! Okay! I will listen to whatever you say!"

Valentine Feng happily shook Shi Cunjin's hand, and he was excited and aroused. He leaned forward again and approached Shi Cunjin, almost lying on top of Shi Cunjin. "Destiny, I am very good at providing emotional value! Agree! I will make you happy every day in the future!"

Shi Cunjin struggled hard...but failed to completely break free of Valentine's tightly grasped hand. He decided that Valentine would not listen to him at all and that Valentine needed a shot of sedative.

Shi Cunjin's eyes slid across Evans Eamon without considering Eamon for a second. He looked at Jian Ning who was standing beside him.

Jane Ning had a serious expression on her face, keeping her eyes on Valentine and Eamon all the time.

Shi Cunjin understood Jian Ning's concerns, and he had the same concern: Amon's attack would break bones and tendons.

"Mr. Janening, please pull Valentine away and connect to the cat-eyed doctor on standby on the ground to ask what type of sedative is suitable for you who is overly excited and has a non-hormonal imbalance." Shi Cunjin said to Fran Janening.

"Excuse me." Fran Janning lowered her eyes and nodded to Mr. Sariel, then took a step forward, put her hands under Valentine's armpits, and pulled Valentine back.

"De... Hey!" Valentine was suddenly dragged away from Destiny by an irresistible force. He instinctively grabbed Destiny's shoulders, but before he could clasp his hands together, his struggling hands were firmly grasped by his good friend Fran and firmly pulled away.

"You get up first." Shi Cunjin said to Valentine.

"Fran, Fran, let go, let go." Valentine struggled violently twice.

In the chaos, Valentine spread out his five fingers, grabbed them, and hooked two fingers on the tie knot under Shi Cunjin's neck.

Shi Cunjin's white tie was pulled crooked by the force, and the neat front-opening collar was pulled down heavily, suddenly revealing a snow-white neck like frozen jade. On the snow-white neck, there were two black thin-edged suppression rings, and a bright red mole like blood was in the middle of the two black rings.

Suddenly, Valentine felt the force pulling him away and stopped moving.

Shi Cunjin pulled back his tie and his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Frankie Miller Jane, who had been keeping his eyes down and being polite since the meeting, suddenly raised his eyes and took the initiative to meet Shi Cunjin's gaze.

After looking at each other for a few seconds, Frankie Miller Janning reached out and pulled out the end of Valentine's white tie that he was holding haphazardly.

At the same time, Jane Ning said softly: "Mr. Sariel, is this really the first time we meet?"

The first second that Shi Cunjin felt solemn. "Crack!" Adjutant Eamon attacked as fast as the wind! He crushed Frankie Miller Jane's hand that was lightly holding the tail of his white tie.

Evans Eamon, who had been patient all this time, squeezed out a word from between his teeth: "Dear guests, what's wrong with you bugs from the East and West Districts?"

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The information on the dates is from Baidu Encyclopedia, and the details may not be accurate to reality.