After the divorce, Slag Gong shut him down

Jiang Ran saw that he was enjoying himself, and felt that something was wrong: "You... have you turned on the tactile sensor?"

The reason for asking this question is because the game party wants to prevent players from being harmed physically and mentally by overly realistic interactions, or to stimulate players with cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases. It is locked to the lowest gear, which can only guarantee the most basic tactile sensations for the player, such as the wind blowing over the cheeks, and the palms stroking feathers.

The strength of rubbing and pressing the stomach is obviously not included in this list, but seeing the pompom in his hand is as comfortable as a piece of toffee that is about to melt, Jiang Ran thinks the only explanation for this is that the chicken cub is using the public to seek personal gain, and the tactile sensation of the helmet The sensing system is tuned to normal levels.

This chick is too shameless!You open your belly to let him rub it even when you feel it, isn't that playing hooliganism?Jiang Ran squinted his eyes and pinched the pompom that seemed to be falling asleep, and said in a more emphatic tone: "Don't pretend to be dead, you son of a bitch, I'm asking you something!"

The pompom was about to flutter, and when he heard Jiang Ran asking this, he felt the movements on his stomach slow down, and he couldn't help being very dissatisfied, so he propped up his chubby body, and said plausibly, "What if I don't do this?" Can you feel your sincerity? Could it be that you said that you want to massage me just to be polite, but you don’t really care if I feel comfortable or not? "

"..." Jiang Ran was speechless.

Zhou? Sophistry wizard? Dafu was not surprised by this result. Pompom lay down again on Jiang Ran’s palm like a mattress, flapping his little wings and urging: “Hurry up and keep kneading, don’t stop, don’t you like masturbating the most? Is it fluffy? I will give up my life today to let you lick your fill."

But he likes to masturbate so fluffy!It's not a descendant of the old Zhou family who is dressed in fluffy skin and who seems to have unknown intentions towards him!

Jiang Ran narrowed his eyes with a dangerous look on his face. If Zhou Fushen could see it, he should be able to see that this was a sign that Jiang Ran was going to punish him with a pillow.

But the pompom didn't, and the pompom didn't see Jiang Ran rubbing him for a long time, and even worsened, his little paws kicked in the air, and he said pitilessly: "Ah, I'm a poor chicken who doesn't love my mother or my father." Babe, I'm going to die without someone rubbing my belly."

"Okay, I'll knead!" Jiang Ran gritted his teeth, and simply pressed his entire palm up. The pompom was about the size of a steamed bun. At this moment, he kneaded it like a lump of dough. Said: "Are you satisfied!"

Fortunately, there is no pain system in "Ambers", otherwise Zhou Fushen's half life would be gone right now, but the dull and heavy rubbing sensation also made him very uncomfortable, and even really wanted to vomit.

"You're obviously working with emotions!" Pompom sat up in a daze and complained.

"That's what a certain fat chicken boss did for his own benefit and oppressed his employees." Jiang Ran flexed his fingers as he spoke, and flicked the fluffy ball he just sat up from the palm of his hand.

As for the chicken, who had just turned into a bird, he was obviously not familiar with the business, so his little wings fluttered helplessly in the air for a few times before falling in a parabola. He fell to the ground with a snap, and his round body rolled on the small slope. It stopped for a while and was buried in the thick fallen leaves.

Jiang Ran jumped down from the boulder, but didn't see the bird's shadow of the chick, so he turned over the layers of dry leaves on the ground and called, "Chicken? Tutu?"

A rustling sound came from the front. Under the bright moonlight, pompoms popped out of the fallen leaves. The fluffy fluff was scattered. He shook his short and fat body dejectedly, shaking the fallen leaves off. , Then deliberately did not look at Jiang Ran, took two steps and fell to the ground staggeringly, and beat the tunnel with his wings: "I am too humble, I have sacrificed so much to protect my idol...but even one You can't have the comfort of rubbing your stomach."

Jiang Ran laughed helplessly: "Don't confuse the concept, one size is equal to one size! How can I say I can't comfort you, didn't I apologize to you and promise to bake you small biscuits?"

"But rubbing my stomach can make me feel warm." Pompom drooped her head and said a lie: "Since my mother passed away ten years ago, no one has comforted me like this..."

This is of course false. In fact, Zhou Fushen has been very resistant to close contact with others since he was a child, even with his parents. What's more, Zhou Chengye and Zhuang Lingling are not the kind of amiable parents. Career, apart from material satisfaction, has no time to give Zhou Fushen this son spiritual comfort, and when they finally realize that they should give the child a hug, what they get in return is only the boy's slightly wrinkled brows and From the bottom of my heart, I repelled the unceasing chills.

Therefore, in Zhou Fushen's more than 20 years of life, the first person to give positive meaning to physical contact was actually Jiang Ran.

In the first year of their marriage, Zhou Fushen suffered from stomach cramps due to eating problems when he was out filming. Jiang Ran was only here to visit the set at that time, but he had to stay to take care of him when he saw this, and that was the first time for Zhou Fushen Deeply appreciate the taste of the so-called "happiness".

It was the rainy season at that time, and in the humid and slightly cold air of that small clinic in a remote county town, Jiang Ran’s warm palm was still fresh in his memory. That palm, which was much softer than his body, unexpectedly It made him feel unusually comforted and comfortable, as if a vacancy in his heart had been filled, and he even thought right away that he might be inseparable from this person.

That's why Zhou Fushen just expressed the feelings that Jiang Ran brought to him at the beginning. This is also a kind of acting skill. The emotions expressed through memories are far more natural and moving than those brewed out of thin air.And he really moved Jiang Ran, but because he was too short, he couldn't look up to see the smile on Jiang Ran's face, and the corners of his mouth that gradually curled into a slightly cold and bewildered arc.

Those faded memories that have long been expelled into the corner are now pieced together in Jiang Ran's mind like yellowed and tattered jigsaw puzzles, converging into a severely worn glass ball, through which fragments On the surface, he can see the small pieces of happiness that have been divided into pieces—the mother who is busy in the kitchen, the brother who puts on his golf uniform and prepares to play, the steaming heat from the food in the house, everything... all followed the man in the end. Opened the door and stepped in and collapsed.

If it was said that he was just playing with the chicken cubs just now, Jiang Ran is really moved now.

He knelt down, put his palms gently on top of the pompon's head, and said softly: "Sorry, I don't know this, I thought..."

Jiang Ran's Adam's apple moved up and down with difficulty, and said: "I don't know if this can make you feel better... That is... I have the same experience as you."

Zhou Fushen was not surprised, he deliberately said this to resonate with Jiang Ran, but he never expected that the next words would far exceed his expectations.

"15 years ago, my mother passed away. On that day... just as I witnessed, she committed suicide by jumping off a building..."

Pompom suddenly raised his head, the surprise and stupefaction were not due to his acting skills, but the real reaction after being shocked in his heart, because after four years of marriage, Jiang Ran never told him the cause of his mother's death in detail, every time he mentioned It was all mentioned in one stroke, which made Zhou Fushen always think that Jiang Ran's mother died of a normal illness, but he never thought that it was not the case.

"I came home from school that day, and my brother hadn't come back yet. When I entered the door, my mother was standing on the balcony watering the flowers, her back motionless... Suddenly... without any warning, she opened the window and jumped in." Jiang Ran touched the tip of his cold nose with his fist, and continued: "I don't need to say more about the future, but since that day, I have longed for a cold and ruthless world from the bottom of my heart, hoping that everything can be done by reason and logic." to operate, because I think as long as all the emotions are removed, people will probably no longer feel hurt... Isn't this ridiculous?"

He bowed his head and smiled lightly, with self-deprecating meaning: "To be honest, I have never told anyone about this matter since I became an adult, including Zhou Fushen. It may be that today, when I have passed through the shadows, I don't want to talk about it anymore. Receive those sympathetic gazes, or hear those old-fashioned comforts, in short...I say these to tell you...I know how pale comfort is before a huge blow, so I won't say those things to you But as long as you feel lonely, you can come to me at any time, and I am willing to accompany you."

The pompom was patted, and the chunky body sank into the fallen leaves. Zhou Fushen froze. He should have been delighted to be treated by Jiang Ran, but at this moment, an inexplicable uneasiness lingered in his heart. The feeling is indescribable - as if he was a mean and poor mouse, but one day he accidentally picked up a squirrel skin, so he put it on to bluff, and used it to coax a squirrel from the house where he lived. Countless pine cones have gained great happiness, but at the same time in the dream, he is always afraid that one day the squirrel's skin will rot, and he is afraid that after revealing his true appearance, these stolen happiness will be destroyed. The master took it all back.

"...Well, thank you." But after struggling violently, he still heard himself say: "I am also willing to accompany you."

Talking about the pompom, he rubbed his head against Jiang Ran's palm, Jiang Ran smiled and picked him up and hugged him in his arms.

Clinging to that warm neck, although it was just a false feeling in the game, the psychological satisfaction that this action brought to Zhou Fushen was indescribable, so a certain pompom instantly left all anxiety and anxiety behind , just spread out his small wings to hug his huge pine cone, and continued to cheat: "If you feel lonely someday, I can also dedicate my attractive body now for you to ravage at any time. "

"..." Hearing this, Jiang Ran twitched his forehead twice, picked him up from his arms, put him aside and said, "Forget it, I've had enough ravages today, and in fact, I still prefer you to change into storm chickens."

"I know, you always like me bigger." Pompom nodded.