The Son of the Cthulhu must be saved [Quick Transmigration]

After telling the story of Sleeping Beauty that day and explaining to He Songming what a "kiss" is, the other party quickly fell asleep, but Ruan Mobei, who had a rare insomnia, stared at the fireflies in the bottle, and almost didn't sleep all night. sleep.

It's not that he has other thoughts, Ruan Mobei will never commit a crime when facing a man who is as pure as a piece of white paper and who was originally his good brother.

It's just... weird.

It has been 68 days since he came to this world.

He Songming could have many simple conversations with Ruan Mobei, and he could understand everything Ruan Mobei said if it wasn't too complicated.

All actions became more convenient, with language as the medium, Ruan Mobei passed on a lot of knowledge and skills to him, and gradually painted the color of civilization on this white paper.

The two went to the stronghold many times, they found more things, and built a fairly sound camp as a camp, almost a small home.

In addition to searching for supplies, the subsequent trip to the stronghold was more about exploring the secret of He Songming's identity.

Maybe it's because there is no password key and the voiceprint lock cannot be triggered. Even if He Songming learned to speak, they still couldn't open the stairwell and go to other floors.

The AI ​​that was supposed to control the stronghold was lost, and after several unsuccessful attempts, Ruan Mobei finally chose to give up.

What is He Songming's real identity is no longer important.

When he went to the stronghold for the last time, Ruan Mobei accidentally unlocked a corner room, where a computer was sealed. Ruan Mobei tried to turn it on, and the screen miraculously lit up.

In addition to the lonely password input box on the blue screen, there is also a time display in the lower right corner.

【XNUM X Year X NUM X Month X NUM X Day】

This is 500 years after the catastrophe, 500 years before the last world.

The two worlds he has come to so far are indeed on the same earth as he guessed, but the time dimension is different.

It will take 500 years for the child whose flesh and blood can heal other people to be born. After 12 years of hard life, he meets him as a ghost.

Ruan Mobei took a deep breath, although he was prepared, he was still a little sad by the facts.

He Songming looked at the computer curiously, and stretched out his hand to touch the display screen. After a few seconds, the screen suddenly went black and the battery was completely dead.

Knowing the exact time, Ruan Mobei can roughly guess many things.The earth is in the ice age, and most of the places are covered by glaciers, but here the temperature is suitable, the water and grass are lush, obviously the latitude cannot be high.

In the two months since he came here, the time of the sun rising and the moon setting has hardly changed every day. On a clear night, you can see all the known constellations of Ruan Mobei, so this should be an area close to the equator.

This is what the young He Songming longed for, the warm south.

He established a homeland with another He Songming in the south 500 years ago.

It can be regarded as the fulfillment of the boy's wish.

He Songming turned on the searchlight, Ruan Mobei closed his eyes, adjusted his mentality, and said, "Let's go home."

He Songming saw the change in his expression, and asked, "Ruan Ruan, are you sad?"

"It's okay." Ruan Mobei smiled at him.

They returned to the camp, put away the quilts and clothes to dry, and He Songming sat on the rocks to bask in the sun, while cranking his hands to generate electricity for the searchlights.

Ruan Mobei sat in the shade, arranging the collected plants, looking at He Songming, not thinking about anything else, just looking at the figure simply.

In the real world, he hadn't looked at He Songming carefully for a long, long time.

Who will seriously observe a person who is already very familiar?Just like when he was still living at home, he often couldn't remember what clothes his parents wore when they went out today, and wondered whether his mother's birthmark was on the right arm or the left arm.

He Songming is his best friend, Ruan Mobei may drink with him, play cards together, and suddenly drive to another city, but he will definitely not stare at him at a certain leisure time, and take a serious look at him. suffer.

He never noticed that the lines of He Songming's arm muscles were so smooth, and the movement of shaking his hands touched his back. Even though he was covered by the cloth, he still couldn't hide the sense of strength coming to his face.

Is He Songming also this strong in real life?Ruan Mobei didn't remember much. They haven't seen each other for two or three years since He Songming went abroad. The only time they met recently was in the ward.

Noticing his gaze, He Songming turned his head and showed a big smile to Ruan Mobei.

His smile was too bright, as if there was a kind of magic power, which made Ruan Mobei feel better unconsciously.

Just like a little sun.

The He Songming he was familiar with in the past was more like a drizzle on a spring night, moistening things silently, and it was rare for him to be so enthusiastic.

Ruan Mobei sighed with a smile, maybe the person in front of him is the warm and innocent side of He Songming's soul.

There were a lot of plants collected, Ruan Mobei lowered his head and decided to try pickling pickles.

He found a relatively deep iron box, spread the salt and sugar evenly on the vegetable leaves with his hands, put them into the iron box layer by layer, added water just enough to submerge the vegetable leaves, and pressed a relatively flat stone on it. Top, covered with a lid.

Then just wait quietly for fermentation.

Ruan Mobei raised his arm to wipe the sweat from his forehead, raised his head, and found that He Songming on the stone was nowhere to be seen.

He looked around, the camp was quiet, and He Songming was not there.

Where did it go?

Ruan Mobei wasn't too worried. The sudden disappearance of He Songming happened more than once, especially before he learned the language, he often went hunting without saying a word.

He usually doesn't leave for too long, and he will come back when he is done.

Putting the kimchi box away in the shade of the cave, Ruan Mobei went to the stream to wash his hands, and patted the quilt hanging on the wooden rack to dry.

After getting enough tools, he and He Songming built several shelves to dry quilts and clothes.

He Songming hasn't come back yet, and this trip took far longer than before, Ruan Mobei couldn't rest assured, put his hands around his mouth, and shouted: "Xiao Ming—"

There was no response, and it seemed that he ran away.

Ruan Mobei could only sit back on the folding stool and wait patiently. He looked at the sky and observed the shapes of the clouds. There is no entertainment in this world. Mo Bei wasn't too idle to go crazy.

On the surface, he taught He Songming and accompanied He Songming, so why isn't He Songming accompanying him?

About a quarter of an hour later, there was finally a rustling sound in the woods. Ruan Mobei followed the sound, and He Songming stepped over the bushes and walked towards him.

He Songming was holding a large bouquet full of flowers in his arms.

Ruan Mobei was stunned. The man's face was still the one he was most familiar with when he was a teenager, but his outline was much tougher. He was dressed in white and black trousers, with innocent eyebrows and eyes. He walked towards him over the lush bushes.

Bright yellow, lavender, light pink, water blue... Wildflowers of various colors and varieties are crowded together, hugging his chest full.Most of them can’t be named, but appear inconspicuously on the side of the road, receiving a few rays of sunshine from the gaps of shrubs and tall trees like alms, blooming quietly, but at this moment, they are bright and moving.

He Songming came to Ruan Mobei's side. There was some mud on the soles of his shoes, a few grasses rubbed against his head from nowhere, and the hem of his shirt was all pulled out. It was really not neat, but it felt like he was rushing. clean breath.

He stretched out his hand, against the light, and held the bouquet of flowers in front of Ruan Mobei.

"Ruan Ruan, here it is."

The unknown little wild flower exudes a faint fragrance. He Songming looked at him without blinking. Ruan Mobei's face began to get hot uncontrollably. He didn't even dare to look into He Songming's eyes. He knew that those eyes The eyes must be quite clear, reflecting the thoughts in his heart that even he dared not look at carefully.

He Songming was just expressing his gratitude to him, that's all.

Seeing Ruan Mobei staying there, He Songming sent the flowers forward again: "Ruan Ruan?"

Ruan Mobei settled down, took the bouquet of flowers against He Songming's gaze, he lowered his head and sniffed gently, the fragrance was not greasy, just like the inconspicuous ones that grew on the side of the road and were picked The next time is so amazing.

"Thank you, it's beautiful."

The moment Ruan Mobei's voice fell, a little orange light shot out from He Songming's body, and that bright flower-like light flew around for a circle, and suddenly sank into Ruan Mobei's forehead——

"It's starting to look like a human being." The woman's voice sounded far away, with echoes, as ethereal as if it came from deep space.

"Behavior." The male voice was low.

"Is this a good thing?" the woman asked, worried.

"I don't know. Let's observe for a while, anyway, there will be no worse situation than before."

[Ruan Ruan, Ruan Ruan. 】

The wet and cold touch was entangled between the arms, rubbing against him intimately, and the voice of grunting sounded from the side, but he seemed to be wrapped in some kind of sticky liquid, unable to open his eyes.

Fear never existed, and comfort filled every cell. In a drowsy state, he raised his hand, placed it on the top of a certain furry head, and rubbed it like stroking a small animal.

Don't make trouble.He heard himself say it.

A white light appeared in the center of the field of vision, rapidly expanded, and forcibly pulled Ruan Mobei out of the memory fragments. His head was at a loss for a few seconds before he slowly recovered.

He found He Songming's soul fragment in this world.

Because of what?

The answer may be hidden in a few words of memory fragments.

He made He Songming more human.

A person who has no social relationship and only has a biological state is not a real person.

He taught him to live rather than survive, taught him language, imparted knowledge, and made him a real "person".

This realization made Ruan Mobei's nose sore, he took a deep breath, suppressed the tears welling up in his eyes, patted his side, and said softly, "Come on."

He Songming sat down obediently, and Ruan Mobei took out a light blue wild flower from the bouquet, and he picked out another one by pinching the slender green stem.

He Songming tilted his head and looked at him, the flowers and branches were woven together by his dexterous hands, just like He Songming marveled countless times, Ruan Mobei's hands seemed to have magical powers, and they could always conjure many magical things.

Ten minutes later, a garland was born from Ruan Mobei's hands. It was quite delicate, with flowers crowded together and surrounded by braided branches in the center, wantonly blooming in the best posture.

"Do you like it? I can teach you how to weave."

Ruan Mobei stood up, walked behind He Songming, raised his hand, and put the wreath on He Songming's head.

The twigs and flowers pressed down on his soft black hair, and the breeze brought a faint fragrance. As if He Songming could imagine his appearance, he raised his hand happily, and touched the delicate petals with his fingertips.

"I like it, Ruan Ruan taught me."

The sound of the wind blowing through the trees, rustling, rustling.

The smiling voice never came.

"... Ruan Ruan?"

He Songming looked back blankly, and there was no one behind him.

That figure evaporated like a drop of water in the sun.

As if it never existed.