Chapter four hundred and eighty fifth on the table
The table board is opposite to the viewing window, and the inner wall of the dead tree relies on it to form a semi-cylindrical space, which does not feel cramped. As for the low stool under the table board, it is carved according to the natural protrusion of the heart of the dead tree.
It is full of natural wild charm, very comfortable, and reflects 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, looking at the eyebrows and eyes that were vaguely similar to him, but brighter and sharper, and the finger pointing towards the camera seemed to be greeting him - well, it was not an ordinary "hello", but more like
It's like "Come on, catch up"!
Maintaining the posture of sitting on the armrest, Ronan's mind wandered inexplicably. He suddenly thought, back then, why did the guy who had been hiding here for who knows how many years keep this electronic photo frame? And it was placed in the most conspicuous place.
The place?
Every night, in the deep silence of darkness, is that person like him now, in the dim light of the projection, receiving the smiles and encouragement from a long time 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 consciousness 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 and honestly:
"Give me a little hint, okay? I'm actually very smart..."
The mother in the light still had the same smile. Ronan stared blankly. At some point, the swaying water light and fog blocked the front, blurring the outline of the image.
Ronan's consciousness became drowsy in this blur of light and shadow.
He has not had a good rest for nearly a hundred hours. In Baicheng, he was under the double pressure of tight time and powerful enemies; in the wasteland, he was fighting for his grandfather's laboratory and Luo Yuan, the two true gods.
Extraordinary species competed in a battle of wits in the air; in the mist maze, he also made high-precision repairs and improvements to 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 contain his mother's breath, the tide of emotions finally overflowed the high ground of will, dragging him into a dark sleep.
I don't know how long it took, but the rustling sound reached his ears, giving Ronan a stimulus and waking him up. Although there was noise, there was no sign of crisis. Ronan was still lying on the table, his thoughts still a little slow.
, mental induction naturally maps the situation of the relevant target into the mind.
"Jerry?"
Well, it’s Xie Junping’s godson, his eldest nephew, the muskrat who has an extraordinary interest in the tree hole space. The little thing often walks through the tree hole, and seems to use it as a base for activities, and loves it very much.
Clean, I wish I could keep this place spotless.
At first, Ronan and Xie Junping suspected that someone had lived in the tree hole, installed cameras, and caught the little thing. Xie Junping and the little thing also had a protracted "war", and in the end, Jerry attacked Rui
Wen's surrender ended.
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. They only knew that Xiaojia's IQ was outstanding among his kind, and in addition
His athletic ability far exceeds that of his peers, and there is a possibility of some distortion. However, over the past few months, it has been proven that he is mild-tempered, and has been given all kinds of vaccinations, so he 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 holes have two exits, one underwater and one on the shore. Jerry is at the end of the tree hole.
An exit was dug on the bottom floor that leads to the lake below the sandbar. Even if you are familiar with the gear, you will not go through the dangerous area of the underwater corridor where people come and go, but will come through the water channel.
Even in the wet season, one-third of the diagonal tunnel that is nearly ten meters long is above the water level. Jerry jumped out of the water, running and shaking all the way. After entering the tree hole, his fur was almost the same.
It was in a semi-dry state. 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 are 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 judged the familiar atmosphere, 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. However, Jerry was quite excited when he saw Ronan. He rushed over and hit the inner tree wall before turning back. He didn't care about half of it.
The wet and semi-dry fur rubbed against Ronan's calf.
Having a lively little thing by his side is much better than being alone and depressed. Ronan's lips curled up, although he was still suppressed by the depressed mood. He lay on the table and refused to get up, and also lowered his hand.
He stroked the little guy twice with his hand.
Everything else was fine. The semi-wet and semi-dry fur felt less dry and fluffy than usual. When Ronan saw Jerry wanting to rub against him, a layer of blue-white electric fire flickered between his palms, stinging the little guy.
With excitement, the long quills exploded.
If the fur is wetted, the resistance will definitely drop significantly, and the damage will be greater when the current passes through. However, Ronan has extremely good control, using electromagnetic interference to temporarily create a nearly insulating physical structure. When a strong current passes through, in addition to the temperature increase,
, had no other effects. 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 him, so he kept quiet for a few seconds while the electric current was passing through him. When his body was dry again, he grunted and rubbed his trouser legs 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 it, and Ronan
It was obviously affected by the radiation effect of Ruiwen. As for the little guy's "biological father" Xie Junping, it is already 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 showed his initiative, grabbed Ronan's pants and used some strength, and jumped up on the low stool. Ronan's back jumped from his right shoulder,
It happened to land on the empty space on the table created by Ronan's right arm hanging down, showing an agility that was not commensurate with his fat body and even most of his kind.
How big is the tabletop? Jerry is more than 20 centimeters long and very fat. Even with his tail hanging out and his body still curled up, it still takes up less than half of the space. The long quills streak across Ronan's cheeks and even the corners of his eyes.
, forcing him to move back, and his power was naturally broken, making it impossible for him to lie on the table and hold his body up.
"Tsk, you..."
Ronan finished speaking, 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 it hard on Jerry's head.
After two strokes, you can feel the friction between the little guy's skin and skull with your fingertips.
Jerry was thick-skinned and didn't care at all. He even made a snoring sound in his throat, which seemed quite comfortable.
With such a cute thing, Ronan's mood improved a little, 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. Jerry took the opportunity to struggle hard, rolled his eyes several 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.
He stood up, using only his relatively strong hind limbs for support, and his short front paws stretched out, as if he wanted to fiddle with the light and shadow area in front of him.
You must not touch your mother's photo. Ronan pressed Jerry's head again, and the little guy's fat body almost lost his balance. He swayed left and right and almost fell off the table. Even so, his front paws
I was still comparing and rowing, and my throat kept making "squeaks" and "gucks".
"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 as good as in the photo, but more like
He gestures in a big direction, points and writes in the middle, which is very humane.
Uh...you're trying to imitate me!
Ronan understood a little bit. The little guy had bad eyesight. When he saw the projection area of the electronic photo frame, he felt that it was too small. It was different from the virtual workspace that Ronan usually used. He was instructing him to zoom in.
But doesn’t the little guy’s memory seem too good? I don’t think I’ve shown it a few times?
Forget it, Ronan just pretended to be a child. The electronic photo frame on the table was relatively old-fashioned, and it was impossible to enlarge the projection area. Ronan took care of the errands, mobilized the external neurons, and opened 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 special space interference at all. It looks quite pleasing to the eye.
"How are you? Are you comfortable?"
Ronan scratched the back of Jerry's head again. Beneath the long thorny hairs, the undercoat was soft and gentle, and felt great. The latter also stopped and obediently returned to the crawling and curled up position, only raising his head to look.
Looking at the images in the workspace, bit by bit, I feel very comfortable and seem 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, and occasionally swayed 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 bobbing up and down, left and right. Ronan wanted to pull it twice, but after holding it with his palms and fingers for a long time, he felt that the body temperature under the little guy's undercoat changed significantly...