Raising You This Small Stuff

When Mo Yicheng finished shooting, he didn't see the little thing approaching him, but instead sat down on the bench with his head down and unhappy.

"What's the matter, waiting in a hurry?" Mo Yicheng walked over and asked softly.

Yuan Suo raised his head, blinked at Mo Yicheng, stretched out his hand and gently grabbed the corner of Mo Yicheng's clothes at an angle that no one could see.

On the way back, Yuan Suo held Mo Yicheng's clothes corner and refused to let go. Until Chen Jiao drove the car onto the road, Yuan Suo woke up and looked at Mo Yicheng and said: "Mo Yicheng , You said if I hadn't met you, what would I be like now?"

As if he had been hit, Mo Yicheng's breathing was choked. Such a small thing is stupid. If you meet a bad person, you may be dead. Even if you meet yourself in the first days, you won't suffer. Less offend.

Mo Yicheng hugged the person in his arms distressedly, and wished to wipe his neck with the soft hair. This kind of real sense of being around without if, made him feel a little relieved.

"There will be no if, we met, and we will stay with you in the future." Mo Yicheng said softly.

Yuan Suo was silent for a while, and said, "I met Perfei today."

Mo Yicheng became nervous, "Is that the little elf that hurt you before?" Is this because the little thing is unhappy? "Why, what did he do?"

Yuan Suo said: "No, he is very good, I mean he is very good to me now, he apologized to me, and... he smiled at me, but he was not doing well."

"He told you?" Mo Yicheng was still wary of Perfei.

"He didn't say, it was my own feeling. Today we met in the corridor and he looked tired when he was moving things."

"So you think he's not doing well?"

I would like to press my lips and say: "Not all, I am with Mo Yicheng. If I were asked to do Perfei's work, I would also be very tired, but my heart would not be tired, and my eyes would not be tired. Will... Without happiness, I can't see happiness in Po Fei's eyes, but there is a sense of despair and powerlessness."

Mo Yicheng was moved by Yuan Suo's inadvertent "love words", and squeezed his elastic face, "Does Dudu want to help him?"

Yuansuo nodded vigorously, "Well, I want to help him." After speaking, he dropped his shoulders, "But Longbow said that some seniors had thought of helping him before, but they didn't succeed."

Mo Yicheng comforted the little thing, "It doesn't matter, I believe Dudu is better than them, and what you want to do will be successful."

"Really?" Yuansuo's eyes lit up.

"Really, but don't be impulsive before that, let's find out the specific situation first and then think of a solution, OK?"

"Ok!"

There was news from Kan Ming that the two security guards sent in a few days did see the drunk in Yuan Suo's mouth, but the man did not do anything extreme and took the money from Fang Ya's hand and left.

Mo Yicheng said, "If there is nothing to do, please remove the people."

"Ok."

"By the way, you are now trying to find a way to check the workers at the shooting site on the tenth floor of the XX Building today. They are probably porters or some chores. They should be less than 20 years old. They are thin and pale and a little gloomy. I’ll send you a picture of what it looks like in a while."

"Okay, Second Young Master." Kan Ming put down his phone, and immediately came in a message. When he opened it, he saw a hand-drawn portrait sketch, which was as thin and gloomy as Mo Yicheng described.

Because the information was not specific enough, Perfei was only a temporary worker, and it took some time to investigate.

Three days later, Kan Ming handed a piece of information to Mo Yicheng's hand.

Lin Perfei, male, 17 years old, native place: The outside world identity of the S City Elves is not surprising. After reaching a certain level, the system will automatically help to handle it, including the ID card of the Longbow.

According to the data, Pofei is now dropping out of school and his address is in the low-rent building area in the outer ring.

"The specific family situation is a bit complicated." Kan Ming frowned. "He lives with a man. He initially suspects that this man is his master. According to investigations, this man was an engineer in an automobile factory in his early years, and his job prospects were still good. Yes, I don’t know why I became addicted to gambling, alcohol, and owed some loan sharks. He has a wife who became a vegetative in a car accident a few years ago and is now in a nursing care institution."

Mo Yicheng's eyes became serious, and he was somewhat thankful that he didn't ask the little things to listen to the results. It was really sad that the little elf really fell into the hands of such a master.

"Anything else?" Mo Yicheng put his hand on his face and tapped his temple with his index finger.

"Also... this man's name is Fang Gui and he has a younger sister."

Mo Yicheng guessed something alertly, "...Fang Ya?"

Kan Ming nodded, "Yes."

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Yuan Suo learned that Po Fei’s owner was the drunkard and became very depressed, and hoped that she could do her part to help.

In contact with Longbow and Suyi, although both of them are very high-level, they both said that they have never heard of "forced" change of owners, and the system stipulates that the player's transfer of permissions is not entirely based on their own wishes. It must be in It is only possible when the player's life is in danger or force majeure, and with the consent of the elf. In other words, Po Fei agreed to transfer himself to Fang Gui.

"Maybe Fang Gui hadn't fallen like this at that time." Long Bow sent a message.

"Well, it must be." Yuansuo replied to the longbow, then put down the tablet and walked around on the ground. Suddenly, there was a flash of light in my mind, maybe... Grandpa Abel would know! After all, of all the elves I know, Grandpa Abel is the oldest, and he seems to know the game very well.

Thinking of this, Yuan Suo greeted Mo Yicheng, quickly changed his clothes, and prepared to go out to the park. Seeing that he was about to go out, Marshmallow blocked the door, revealing his little belly and shamelessly. In desperation, he had to tie a traction rope and take his short legs out.

I wish to take the bus to the park. The young lady NPC, who was in charge of checking the identity at the entrance, hugged cotton candy for several kisses before letting him in.

From afar, I saw two familiar figures. In the pavilion, English afternoon tea was still placed on the stone table. Grandpa Abel was thinking about a deadlocked chess game with his chin, while Annie was covering it. Blanket, flipping through the book calmly and gracefully.

"Wow!" Without waiting for a word, Marshmallow screamed.

Annie and Abel are very happy to see Wing Suo, but Abel behaves a lot of demons and tacts. He also likes the fluffy marshmallows without expressing a cold face, but once the marshmallows are attached, he will be caught He refused to let go in his arms.

Speaking of the conversation, I wish the ropeway revealed my purpose for coming today.

Abel thought in silence for a while, and solemnly said: "The things that elves don’t get along well with the players have happened before, but because the system has been screened to a certain extent when matching players, it’s too big. Omissions, generally the conflict between the two can be resolved, so there is no method that can be forcibly resolved for the time being. Or, to resolve the contradiction between the two, or to help players change is an effective method."

Annie has not spoken, and this will finally be unbearable, "But it is difficult to change the nature of the country, and it is not easy to change a person."

The three fell into a long silence. Only marshmallows sticking his tongue out on one side, his eyes narrowed with a black smile without worry.

"Or... there is a way, although there is a certain risk."

"What?" The tea in Yisu's hand almost spilled out.

Abel said: "After the elves reach level 50, the system will automatically prompt the player and the elves, they can open a permission, that is, the game starts automatically."

"The game is self-starting?" Willing to ask doubts.

"You know, the start of every sprite game requires the player to operate, but after level 50, the player can choose to transition part of the rights to the sprite, and the sprite can start the game by itself outside the game."

"Isn't that...you can leave the player?"

"To a certain extent, this is the case, but it is difficult to operate. After all, the carriers that carry the elves are generally some electronic equipment. They may be damaged, run out of power and other unexpected situations. At this time, the elves need external help. Players are their best support at this time. Moreover, Perfei’s case is probably very easy to achieve, because this operation can only be transferred when the elves’ favorability to the player reaches 70 or more."

In short, in the end, Perfei's reality did not allow him to change his current owner.

Yuan Suo returned to the apartment from the park, and saw that Mo Yicheng was already waiting for himself, and lunch was ready in the dining car.

I wish Suo told Mo Yicheng what Abel had said, and fed the marshmallows before coming out of the game, sitting opposite Mo Yicheng and couldn't help but sigh.

Seeing Yuan Suo's lack of appetite, this thorny thing gave birth to many small thorns, scratching sensitive nerves, "eat more." Scrape her little nose, worrying about the little meat that Yuan Suo could hardly raise these days. Fall again.

"Hmm." Yuan Suo looked at one of his favorite braised pork in the bowl, and saw the worry in Mo Yicheng's eyes, and tried to show a smile, "Huh!"

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As the sun sets, the afterglow of the setting sun is spreading on the uneven suet road, and a black Land Rover pulls over and parks in the shelter of the lane.

The people in the car have been here for two days. The man in the driving position rubbed his sore eyes and drank two cold coffees. The air conditioner in the car was fully turned on, but he was inexplicably depressed and couldn't help shaking. Get out of the car window and let yourself breathe.

At this moment, a thin young man from a distance walked over, carrying a convenient bag in his hand, with some uncontrollable rickets on his back, and the peaked cap was so low that he could barely see his eyes, only two thin pieces pressed together. lip.

Kan Ming subconsciously touched the smoke in his pocket. I rummaged in the car for a while, and found that I was completely exhausted by myself. When I looked up, I saw that the teenager was already squatting on the ground. I found a porcelain bowl that was broken in half, and carefully placed the convenient box. Put some of the food in the bowl and put the rest away.

Soon two kittens ran over meowing, and they were very acquainted with the boy. They were immersed in feasting. The boy's face still didn't smile, but the whole person's breath seemed to soften at this moment.

Kan Ming's gaze fell on the food that was poured out by the young man, and he found that it was leftovers from ordinary lunch boxes. The young man brought back things like this for two consecutive days. Kan Ming has basically determined that this is the place where he works. The boy’s lunch was saved...not only to feed the cat, but also seemed to have solved his own dinner.

Seeing that the young man had got up and walked towards his side, Kan Ming hesitated, opened the door and got out of the car.