The system makes me a good person

The Song family's home decoration has always been arranged according to her mother's requirements. She doesn't like extravagant ornaments, complicated patterns and heavy colors. In the villa, there are only simple and smooth lines that stretch gently, and warm and tranquil colors slowly spread out.As far as the eye can see, there are large glass floor-to-ceiling windows that have been wiped spotlessly. The cold wind and rain outside hit the glass, making light noises. In the carefully arranged garden, flowers and trees are swaying and branches are flying.

Song Jing took off his shoes, pulled off his socks, took the towel handed by his mother to dry his feet, and stepped barefoot on the plain floor, and the next step was the carpet.Now that the weather is getting colder, the floor is covered with simple but very soft and comfortable carpets, which make direct contact with the skin, which is very comfortable.

Shen Xiuru twitched her son's arm, "Put on the slippers quickly, cool your feet, you just fainted during the day, pay attention to your body, don't worry your parents." Seeing her son obediently taking slippers from the shoe rack, she put them on. Instead of leaving impatiently, Shen Xiuru glanced at her husband who was sitting motionless on the sofa with a hint of surprise. Seeing that he was still reading the newspaper endlessly, she stared at him and continued to care about her son.

"Don't you usually come back after nine o'clock? Why is it so late today? Some classmates at school made things difficult for you, or the teacher scolded you. Didn't you encounter any trouble on the way? Are you feeling well? Go with your mother tomorrow Can the hospital do a physical examination?"

Song Jing: "..." I usually arrive late and leave early, but of course I came back early.

"Mom, what are you bothering..."

Song Jing flickered the gray-haired mother in the future picture, and then looked down at the mother who was ardent and caring for him. Her long, wavy hair dyed wine red was tied behind her head with a rubber band with a hollow incense ball. There is a short strand of hair on the side that can't be tied up, and it dangles mischievously around her cheeks. She is proud of her maintenance, relaxed in mood, and spoiled by her husband and eldest son. Except for the fine lines at the corners of her eyes, there is no trace of age.

His little son had made his mother worry all the time before.

Swallowing back those impatient words such as "what's bothering you", "what's bothering you", and the words turned on the tip of your tongue, Song Jing put his arms around his mother's shoulders and half hugged Ms. Shen, "Mom, what's bothering you?" What, women will get old if they get bored too much. I am in good health. I told Mr. Chen in the morning that the pressure was a bit high and the blood supply to the brain was not enough. That's why I fainted. Take a rest and relax for a while. I won’t go to the hospital, it’s true to cook me something delicious.”

Shen Xiuru froze for a moment, her son had grown tall and big, he was no longer the little doll who cuddled up to her when she was a child, he was taller than her, and her arms were bigger than her, holding her in her arms was also a solid support, almost Not seeing each other for an hour, she immediately realized that her son had grown up.

The newspaper was spread out on the sofa, but Song Zhiyi, who was not thinking about it, glanced over the edge of the newspaper and looked at his wife and children who were hugging each other. He frowned slightly, and put the newspaper down, "Don't worry so much when the child grows up. Let him have a drink." Bowl of ginger soup to take a bath, the body is covered with water. Xiaojing, you are wet, don't bring the cold to your mother."

Song Jing let go of his mother, "Got it, I'll take a bath after drinking the ginger soup, and you guys should get some rest too."

Shen Xiuru scolded her husband, and when her son was sensible enough to hug him, he was disturbed by her husband.

Song Jing took the ginger soup that Aunt Liu brought over. It was hot, but it could be eaten. After a little blowing, he drank it in one gulp. It spread from the mouth to the stomach, and then spread from the stomach to the whole body, dispelling the cold air and warming it all at once. up.His body was wet, and he didn't sit on the sofa. He carried his backpack and told his parents that he was about to go upstairs. Then he heard his father say: "Don't put so much pressure on me. College entrance examination is not the only way out for our family. You So much wasted before, it's useless to hold Buddha's feet in the third year of high school."

"What are you talking about?" During the period, my mother asked my father to say a few words that hurt others.

"You have been bullied by classmates or teachers at school, even if you tell your parents that people in the old Song family are not bullied."

【...Could it be that your father is also a brainless pet, how can he see that you are easy to bully. 】

Of course, Papa Song is not a brainless pet. He can see what his son is like better than his wife. With that physique and unyielding spirit, it would be good if he doesn't go to school to bully others.But parents are biased, as rational as Song Zhiyi. When facing his wife and children, the balance is always tilted, "Go upstairs and rest well. You are still young, and our family is in good condition. You can also indulge a few times." Year."

Song Jing, who was stepping on the stairs, turned his head and smiled brightly, "Understood, Dad, you don't know what I think, the college entrance examination is a piece of cake, and I will give you a university to show off when you come back."

[If you talk big, you will lose your teeth. 】

【……Shut up. 】

"My brother didn't come back?"

Song's father, Song's mother, who hadn't recovered from his son's bright smile, replied subconsciously: "He has something to go to Beijing, and he will be back in two days."

"Oh, I'm on a business trip." Song Jing nodded and went upstairs with her schoolbag.

Downstairs, Song's father and Song's mother looked at each other, and did not speak for a while.In the end, it was Song Zhiyi who recovered first, "Our son fainted once, he seems to have grown up."

The younger son has not been a worry-free master since he was a child. Since he entered the third year of junior high school, he has become more rebellious and difficult to train. He is like a fierce wild horse, no matter how tight the bridle can hold him.Let's just talk about this smile, I usually smile, but it makes people feel owed, full of perverseness of rebelliousness and contempt for everything, and she also loves to ignore her parents, so she has a few words in common with her brother.

In the morning, I was still eating with my neck stuck, and I almost turned my face after saying a few words. After a day, my son suddenly changed.

"That's right, Xiao Jing is my son." No matter why his son changed, even if he hadn't changed all the time, Shen Xiuru felt that her son was the best, and she was even more proud now.

Song Zhiyi always agrees with what his wife says. Although he feels that the reason for his son's change is unknown, he doesn't need to say it against his wife. Afterwards, let his eldest son come back and ask him to ask. He will call and talk to his son tomorrow. The head teacher communicates.

Upstairs, after taking a hot shower, Song Jing wiped his hair with a thick towel. When he passed by the bed, he picked up the mobile phone left on the bed, opened WeChat, and found Wang Bingbing's sister and Li Gangze's younger sister. Uncle, I sent a message to ask them to pay more attention to the movements of the two of them recently, and watched them.

For Wang Bingbing, Song Jing is at ease, as the nutrition is all in the fat, the brain doesn't seem to be divided at all, and the other party agrees with whatever he says, so don't worry too much.But there is Li Gangze who is full of thoughts. Li Gang is quick-witted and not stupid.

No way, in order to prevent the two friends from going astray, Song Jing could only use a two-pronged approach. He told them that their family members should supervise and supervise him, especially Li Gangze. Just listen to the words of my unmarried uncle.Song Jing chatted with Uncle Li's family for a while to make sure that the other party took his words to heart, and Wang Bingbing's sister over there also sent a message saying that he would watch over his younger brother.

The legs grew on his own body, Song Jing did everything he should do, and then he just had to be careful, there was no need to tie those two legs to his waistband.

He can't protect himself.

Turning on the light screen, staring at the bright red Arabic numerals in a daze, going through what happened today in his mind, Song Jing opened the drawer, took out a pen and paper, and began to summarize. Save the merit value that is about to fall below the bottom to the normal level.

"You're quite planning."

"If people don't have a plan, they're fooling around. Life is rootless, groundless, groundless, and drifting with the flow. What's the point of that? Except for your accidental appearance, my life has always been in my own hands."

Although the life plan at the beginning seemed very middle-school and stupid to others, there is one thing I have to admire Song Jing. His life is really in his own hands, and after choosing a path, he went to hell. .If he hadn't encountered the system, his future would really be as he had imagined before, challenging the routine and routine life, enjoying the excitement and heartbeat.

Song Jing shook his head, don't think about it, don't think about it anymore, probably the excitement and heartbeat will be far away from him, he wants to be a good person now.

For the system, he summarized it as follows:

1. The system was designed by Yan Luodian to guide people to change their mistakes and become good. It is currently a beta version.

opportunity to change the future.

2. In the case of the beta version, there are bugs, but there are no tasks to release, so the freedom is greater, and there may be upgrades and optimizations in the future.

Song Jing added an emphasis on "upgrade and optimization". You can look forward to this a little bit, maybe there will be surprises, of course, there may be shocks.

Song Jing's ability to accept is very strong, and his outlook on life and values ​​are different from ordinary people. After knowing that there are ghosts and gods in the world, he was not too surprised, but accepted it naturally.

3. What the system currently brings to itself is crisis, without any benefit.There are rewards and punishments, you can look forward to the benefits.

4. The merit value is 60, there is no upper limit. Those below 60 are villains, those below 20 are heinous, and those below 10 will be wiped out.

Song Jing wrote this article with a red pen, especially noting that he only has 16 points at the moment, and he urgently needs to do good deeds to save himself to a normal level.

Finally, Song Jing made a systematic arrangement on how to do good deeds, those good deeds, where to go to do good deeds, etc.

To make good things happen more smoothly.

After finishing everything, Song Jing put down his pen, closed his notebook, stretched himself, and prepared to go to sleep.

In his sleep, the system glanced at the laptop on the desktop, then shut down and went to sleep.

A good night's sleep.

The author has something to say:

If there are too many dialogues, the dialogue between the system and Da Song's ideas will be confusing, and it is easy to use [ ] to distinguish

ps: I went to Yangzhou to attend a classmate’s wedding. From now on, I will be hosting the manuscript box. There are enough manuscripts, and there will be no interruption, okay~