The unscrupulous system forced me to frantically test the small black room

"Taozi, your father's company has developed a voice assistant APP specifically for the blind. It has not yet been released to the market. Your father asked me to try it out for you to see how it works."

"Auntie will teach you."

"I have already installed it on your phone. Just hold the phone and call it, and then tell it what you need."

"For example, you can tell it to switch to the WeChat chat page with your aunt and send her a message."

"Or you could say switch to the radio play page and start playing."

"You can also ask the assistant to find the novel or radio drama you want. Just tell it your command."

"As for your novel, you can dictate it and have it check for typos and publish it online."

"You can also have it read all the comments from readers about your novel to you, and even have it give you suggestions for revising the plot of your novel."

"It's very convenient and versatile, you can try it." said the aunt with a smile.

"But..." Tao Zhi hesitated to speak.

"But what? You don't know how to operate it? Auntie can teach you slowly." Auntie said doubtfully.

But I want you to help me check for typos, I want to discuss the plot of the novel with you, I want you to help me publish it, and I want you to continue to be my reader, Tao Zhi thought to himself.

"Okay, thank you, Auntie." Tao Zhi replied obediently.

later.

My aunt started to become absent-minded, came less and less frequently, and gradually stopped asking about the progress of Tao Zhi's novel.

Until the aunt broke down in front of Tao Zhi, questioning and crying about Tao Zhi and his father's indifference, she lost control and told Tao Zhi all the truth.

Tao Zhi, who was slumped on the bed with blood all over his head, calmed down. The noise and clamor in his ears gradually faded. Tao Zhi allowed the paramedics to lift him onto a stretcher. The light in his eyes faded, and he was eventually engulfed by numbness.

It turns out that my mother is dead.

It turns out that my aunt is my stepmother.

It turned out that my aunt was pregnant with a new baby.

It turns out that every one of you.

They are all liars.

My father married my aunt, and she gave birth to a healthy child. Everyone was overjoyed.

Tao Zhi finally gave in and was willing to move into the so-called big house, and then was moved from a small cage into a large cage.

Auntie tried to communicate with Tao Zhi many times, sometimes to apologize, sometimes to ask if he wanted to go out for some sun, and sometimes to ask about the progress of the novel.

Auntie has always been cautious and always takes the subordinate position.

Guilt? Pity? Or fear?

Tao Zhi didn’t know and didn’t want to know.

"Xiaozhi, I saw that your phone was on the novel page. Have you finished writing the content to be updated today? Can auntie help you check for typos? Just like before." Auntie said gently.

"No, thank you. The voice assistant can help me verify accurately." Tao Zhi said indifferently.

"Then we can talk about your latest plot. I saw..."

My aunt was interrupted before she could finish her words.

"I can discuss development and modification with the voice assistant," Tao Zhi said.

Auntie opened her lips slightly, words stuck in her throat and she couldn't utter them. She was overwhelmed by a deep sense of frustration and was at a loss as to what to do with Tao Zhi in front of her.

"Xiaozhi, it's your aunt who is sorry for you. Can you forgive me? Can we still be like before?" Aunt said with red eyes.

When Tao Zhi heard this, a ripple flashed across his eyes, but it disappeared in a flash.

"You haven't done anything to me."

"You just told me the truth, and then easily got something that my mother could not get until her death." Tao Zhi said softly.

When the aunt heard this, her eyes were filled with sadness and turned red in an instant.

"I know you hate me for being your stepmother, but I have a clear conscience about being with your father from beginning to end. I am not a mistress, and I have never taken anything from your mother," said the aunt.

"So you are now showing off to me how luckily you are compared to my mom?" Tao Zhi's voice was cold.

"No, that's not what I meant." Auntie said anxiously.

Tao Zhi raised his head, his empty and calm gaze cast in the direction of his aunt.

"Are you happy now?" Tao Zhi asked.

"What?" Auntie was a little confused by Tao Zhi's sudden question.

"I think you are happy."

"You have a rich husband who loves you, and you have a lovely, healthy child."

"You don't have to rush for money, you don't have to work hard because your child is sick, you don't have to collapse because of your husband's domestic violence, and you don't have to despair because of your own illness."

"The only thing that can give you a headache and stain your happy life is a bad-tempered and difficult good-for-nothing step-son."

"As long as you don't step into this room again, you will lose this trouble."

"Auntie, please don't bother me anymore."

"Are you trying to save me by doing these useless things now?"

"You can't save me, and I don't need you to save me."

"Your self-righteous kindness and compassion are really disturbing to me. I don't mind classifying them as clumsy hypocrisy. It really makes me sick," Tao Zhi said.

When my aunt heard this, her throat felt dry and bitter, and tears started flowing down her cheeks.

"Xiaozhi, do you really have to say such hurtful words to your aunt?" the aunt cried.

"Do you need me to say it more harshly?" Tao Zhi said coldly.

Hearing this, the aunt wiped her tears and left. Listening to the gradually fading footsteps of the aunt, Tao Zhi's heart sank to the bottom, dead silent and without ripples. Only the slight trembling of her fingertips revealed Tao Zhi's emotions.

Tao Zhi naturally knew that his aunt had done nothing wrong, and he also understood her sincerity and love for him.

But when the lies were exposed and the truth was revealed, even though he knew she was innocent, Tao Zhi still instinctively and uncontrollably allowed the jealous malice in his heart to grow wildly.

Why is it that mother has to endure all the hardships, and why is it that the happiness after all the hardships is easily enjoyed by others.

But what qualifications did she have to accuse fate of favoring her?

Any questioning will only make you look more hateful.

When one is suffering greatly, he will hate the happiness of others.

How pathetic and ridiculous, just like a clown with faded oil paint all over his face, whose every word and action becomes a laughing stock.