Confused and cold Miao girl: "Where is this?"...
"Your uncle?"
The nephew said, "Yes, my father has harvested the vegetables he planted, so I asked my uncle to come over for dinner."
The car stopped steadily behind my nephew, I rolled down the window and they both looked over.
"Uncle!"
My nephew was a little surprised when he saw me. He came over with a smile and said, "You are my uncle. I was just talking about you to my friend."
I looked past my nephew and met the eyes of the Miao boy.
The closer you get, the more beautiful and delicate his eyebrows become. His face is cold, but the corners of his eyes are slightly tilted upwards, giving him an inexplicably evil look. The jingling silver jewelry on his body makes his entire temperament even more mysterious, making him unforgettable.
He nodded at me, "Uncle."
I smiled and said, "Hello."
…
In the car, I learned that my nephew met him when he was going to become a monk.
Although my nephew had experienced social death, he was still young at heart. When he saw the Miao boy dressed like this, he immediately became curious and went up to start a conversation with him.
The two hit it off immediately.
Miaojiang has many ancient customs and legends. In addition, the legend of the poisonous insect also attracts countless curious young people.
The young man from Miaojiang is not only well-informed and knowledgeable, and knows all about this, but also knows the truth behind many little-known rumors, and even has some research on Buddhism.
The nephew was curious about how the Miao boy, who was the same age as him, knew so much. He asked out of curiosity and found out that the boy was actually the Holy Son of Miao of this generation.
After walking out of the mountains, the two exchanged contact information and have kept in touch ever since.
It was not until school started that my nephew saw new classmates who had changed their majors.
It was the young man from Miaojiang.
At this moment, what the nephew thought about was not that the two of them were destined to be together, but whether this person might be the Captor.
After all, the last person who changed his major, carrying the Yellow Mosquito System, deceived his nephew's heart and body, and became an important driving force behind his nephew's long journey to become a monk.
Now there is another student who changes his major. It would be strange if he is not alert.
The counselor explained that the Miao boy should have met everyone earlier, but something happened at home and his return to school was delayed.
My nephew is the class monitor, so the task of helping the new students integrate into the class was naturally given to him.
This time my nephew was more cautious, and under the pretext of bringing in a new classmate, he secretly tested the situation many times, and found that the Miao boy really did not seem to be interested in me - and of course, he was not interested in him either - so he felt a little relieved.
"He's only interested in bugs. He lives off campus, and when I went to give him some information, I discovered he had a whole house full of bugs!"
My nephew gestured exaggeratedly, "I also saw several very rare insects. It is said that the growth conditions are very strict."
"But in his house, they were thrown into an incubator like ordinary bugs and grew fat and strong!"
I raised my eyebrows and asked him, "If that's the case, why didn't he sign up for entomology?"
Instead, I transferred to finance, where my nephew was studying.
The nephew shook his head. "He did want to, but he came here with the hope of the entire Miao village on his shoulders. He realized that if he wanted to improve the overall level of the Miao village and allow the elderly, women and children in the village to live in a better environment, he must first vigorously develop the economy."
"Besides, the professors in the school may not be as good as him. Just relying on the endangered insects he raised, he can graduate smoothly as a graduate student."
However, the nephew still touched his bald head, hesitated for a while, and said, "Uncle, if you are worried, just investigate him again."
My nephew is a very sincere person towards his friends. He feels uncomfortable when he suspects that his friend might be a Captor.
I patted my nephew's smooth head and said, "Don't worry."
It felt good, so I touched it two more times.
…
After leaving my eldest brother's house, I passed by the hospital and went in to see the assistant.
When we arrived at the ward, the assistant happened to wake up.
He sat on the bed, his eyes still blank as if he hadn't woken up completely yet, his hair slightly messy from lying flat for so long.
There was still a small hairpin on his hair.
I rarely see the assistant show any expression other than a smile, and it's even rarer to see him looking so dazed.
"woke up?"
I sat down next to his bed.
The assistant looked at me, blinked, and woke up completely like a robot's switch.
"President."
He smiled.
The original standardized expression was restored.
It just looked a little funny because of the hairpin on his head.
I curled the corners of my lips and didn't remind him.
"I'll give you a month off, take a good rest."
I threw the phone to him.
The battery is fully charged.
"Would you like to contact your family? The company has family benefits and they can live in the employee dormitory."
The assistant simply placed the phone on the side of the pillow and smiled, "No need, they are far away, don't run back and forth."
There was a knock on the door, and when he woke up I pressed the call bell, and the nurse came to examine him.
I stood up and looked down at him.
He looked up at me obediently. From this angle he seemed quite well behaved. Who would have thought that he had done so many big things behind people's backs.
I smiled maliciously and stretched out my hand towards him so quickly that it seemed as if I was going to punch him.
But he didn't move, didn't even blink.
The wind from the fist lifted up the strands of hair on his forehead, which rose and fell, softly covering the tips of his eyebrows.
The prank failed, and I felt bored, so I reached out and took off the tie clip on his forehead and clipped it on his collar.
"This is a shielding device. Wear it properly."
"Okay, President."
He looked down and remembered where he got the tie clip from, and couldn't help laughing.
I immediately felt relieved and gave my seat to the nurse who came.
Walking through the crowd, my eyes fell on his mobile phone.
The information said that the assistant was not close to his parents. It seems that the degree of "disrepair" is even deeper than I thought.
The examination was quick, and the assistant was now found to be fine except for the wounds that had not yet fully healed and anemia.
The previous coma was due to blood loss and long-term poor sleep. This time, I was able to get a long sleep.
I asked the hospital to prepare three meals a day for the assistant according to his physical condition.
There was no one by his bedside, so some things were a little troublesome to do.
In fact, his current condition is not suitable for being alone.
After the examination, the assistant returned to the bed. At this time, people from the research institute came and began to ask him a series of questions.
"Can you tell me the exact time of the invasion?"
"It's 11:28 p.m., I looked at my watch."
"Did you feel or sense anything when you were invaded?"
"I have a feeling and a sensation, and my head feels dizzy, as if my soul has been pushed to one side."
"Do you know that other people have no sense of invasion? Do you know why you are special?"
"I don't know. I've had a sense of it since the first invasion."
"Tell me about the first time you were hacked."
"A week before codename 'White Dress' appeared."
Everyone exchanged glances and I raised my eyebrows.
Unexpectedly, the first attacker was not the one in the white dress.
No wonder my assistant asked for leave from me for the first time, and it was for a month.
This was probably his first time fighting against an attacker, so he didn't have a good grasp of how hard to attack him.
The special department discussed on the sidelines whether or not to protect the person.
Because the assistant's priority is so high.
While everyone was discussing this heatedly, the assistant said, "No need. No one will try to occupy my body anymore."
As soon as he said this, everyone looked at him, waiting for his explanation.
He looked up at me, then looked away and smiled, "Because I am the one who has been seen."
"There is another hidden criterion when the raiders choose the target to occupy - they cannot be too familiar with the president."
"So, the priority of the president's family is not actually that high. The ones who are really high are the employees of the head office."
“If the shielding device can be mass-produced, I suggest giving priority to employees to wear it.”
"The attacker who occupied my body this time has a strong ability to imitate and has read my behavior patterns. It can be seen that he has done the most comprehensive preparations so far, but the president still found something wrong. His soul is detained in this world and cannot return. The other attackers in his original world will know that occupying my body is not feasible."
"So after that, my priority will drop dramatically and they won't go after me anymore."
The crowd was shocked.
I was in the crowd, watching the assistant answering questions clearly and logically, but I was thinking about what he said to me before he fell into a coma.
See it “again”?
Besides this time, which other time was it?
Who is being seen?
Me?
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My sister-in-law’s birthday is coming.
In order to celebrate his sister-in-law's birthday, my eldest brother invited most of the circle.
My birthday was very lively. I arrived at the venue early. My eldest brother specially reserved a quiet place for me on the second floor. Looking down from here, I could see what was happening in the entire hall.
I saw my nephew, like a straight little poplar, receiving guests of his generation, among whom was a young man from Miao.
When the nephew saw the young man from Miao, he was almost stunned for a moment, then hurried over to him.
Apparently, he was not invited.
After all, this was my sister-in-law's birthday party, and all the guests invited were those she knew, so my nephew did not invite his friends.
I could see clearly from the second floor and read their lips.
"Why are you here?"
"Are you not welcome?"
"Of course not! It's just that this is my mother's birthday party, there aren't many people our age, and I have to entertain guests, so I'm afraid you won't feel comfortable here alone."
The Miao boy smiled and handed over a gift box.
"This is a gift. You are my friend and your mother is my mother."
"This is a secret medicine from our Miao village. It can cure back and leg pain. Rub your hands together to warm them up and apply it on the skin."
His eyes fell on the box.
I have heard of the secret medicine of Miaojiang for a long time, but these secret medicines are often not sold to outsiders. They are only used by their own people. Most of those circulating in the market are fake.
Suddenly, there was a sound of a door being pushed open behind me, and I turned around.
A young girl half-pushed the door open and looked at me, with no expression on her cold face.
She seemed indifferent, but her eyes were full of confusion, like a small animal that had strayed into this place.
"...Where is this?"
"The lounge on the second floor."
"…Sorry, I went the wrong way."
She hesitated and asked, "Do you know where the pastry shop is?"
Looking at the girl in front of me, I raised my eyebrows with interest.
She was dressed in silver, with ornaments on her limbs and around her neck, and bells jingled as she moved.
His clothing style is exactly the same as that of the Miao teenagers.
Is this a... Miao girl?
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