I rolled over after parallel worlds merged

"The safe word for an emergency exit is 'Lemon'."

Xia Xijin opened his eyes suddenly, the last words the tester said to him were still echoing in his mind, and he didn't know if it was a psychological effect, but it really made him smell a little lemon in the air.

Feeling that this instrument is indeed magical enough, he sat up and looked at the surrounding furnishings, trying to judge what period he was probably in.

"Xiao Xi! Go downstairs and help mom buy a pack of cigarettes!"

Ms. Xia's familiar voice came from the living room, and Xia Xijin was slightly taken aback before suddenly realizing where she was now.

The narrow children's bed is the style of bed and table that was popular more than ten years ago. The bedroom structure looks like the pragmatism of old residential buildings.

Mottled old drawing boards and miscellaneous brands of paints are piled up in the corner of the desk together. Not to mention the pitiful number of paintbrushes, probably because they have been used for too long and too frequently, and they have already fluffed, but it can be vaguely seen that the owner of the items has cherished them very much. up.

This was his home when he was a child, and fragments of memories were scattered in his mind, but for some reason, even though he could recognize everything in front of him, his impression was always vague.

It's like watching someone else's story.

"Xiao Xi!" When the woman's shout sounded again, there was already a bit of impatience.

"Hey, here we come!" The little figure who was taking a nap was awakened from the dream, and before opening his eyes, he responded again and again, and reflexively reached for the slippers beside the bed with his feet.

This is quite recognizable, Xia Xijin leaned against the wall, looked at herself with disheveled hair and laughed unconsciously.

Xiao Xia nodded in satisfaction.

He is really cute since he was a child, he thought to himself.

The four or five-year-old Xia Xijin moves very quickly, and is obviously very proficient in this process. The door of the bedroom was pushed open by him, and the crackling mahjong sound mixed with sharp and unpleasant swear words rushed in frantically. .

Xia Xijin frowned.

This is not right.

In his impression, although his mother was warm and generous, she was not vulgar. Even when the financial conditions were not good in the early years, when the family rented in his wife's small house, she was very decent to the outside world.

When I am happy, I will drink a little wine, other than that, I don't have any bad habits.

He followed the footsteps of little Xia Xijin, and what he saw was a sloppy and decadent woman, throwing mahjong tiles in one hand, and smoking cigarette butts in the other hand, still reluctant to throw it away.

Except for that face, there is nothing similar to the mother Xia Xijin knew.

She cursed and begged for five yuan from the next family, smiled and stuffed it into the hands of the child who was not as high as the table, rubbed her son's face twice, and said: "A pack of big front doors, the three yuan one, You save the rest to buy snacks."

Little Xia Xijin was very well-behaved, and replied in a childlike voice: "Mom, can I save it? I want to change a pen."

The uncles and aunts sitting around laughed when they heard the words. It wasn't ridicule and malice, but the mind of ridicule was more important. After all, most of the living conditions here are not very good, and the days passed day by day. , I haven't seen any one who is willing to train children to paint.

But adults' jokes are always a bit too much. Seeing her son's depression, Ms. Xia hurriedly told them to shut up and concentrate on playing cards.

She pushed Xiao Xia Xijin's back with her right hand, and whispered: "I won't buy cigarettes anymore, I'll keep them for you, let's buy the best ones."

"You go downstairs and play by yourself for a while, and when you have enough to eat, mom will go find you."

The gentleness in the woman's haggard eyebrows and eyes is Xia Xijin's impression of her mother.

Why is this happening?

Xia Xijin followed behind the bouncing Xiaoxia, he couldn't understand what he saw just now, it was completely different from his childhood memory.

And the strangest thing was that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember exactly what was different.

Anyway, it's not like this now...

Could it be that Yan Ke's project went wrong?But the function of this machine is only to excavate the hidden deep memory, not to create new things, so how can there be problems in this regard.

Xia Xijin frowned tightly, full of doubts in her heart.

He stood not far away, staring at himself who picked up a branch and held it in his hand, gesticulating on the sand. When he was a child, he couldn't even understand what was so special about this seemingly ordinary afternoon, why he was teleported to here.

What does this have to do with finding Hokuriku?Xia Xijin looked at herself having a great time playing with the little wooden stick, and couldn't help feeling a little speechless.

...When I was four or five years old, Hokuriku hadn't been born yet, right?

"Hey, little brat."

The voice from behind was a little familiar, and Xia Xijin recognized who the other party was almost instantly, he couldn't help but widen his eyes, and turned his head in disbelief——

I saw Hokuriku wearing a T-shirt and shorts, with fine stubble, and smooth black hair that grew to his waist and was being tied with a string. He tilted his head up, looking like a lazy middle-aged handsome guy.

Unlike Bei Lu that Xia Xijin was looking for, it overlaps with Yan Ke's Professor Bei inexplicably.

Except for this age.

It has to be said that Xia Xijin's mentality is a bit broken.

At first I thought I was about to try the feeling of "an old cow eats tender grass", but now it's better, aside from "being able to freely control one's appearance and age, can Hokuriku be measured by the standards of normal human beings", let's just talk about Xiaoxia's childhood This decadent and handsome uncle in front of him is already the standard of an extrajudicial fanatic who "cannot be a human being, at least he should not be".

Xia Xijin with complicated moods: ...Thank you for the invitation, I even think he can give birth to me after working hard.

But the little boy himself is very at ease, obviously he is an old acquaintance with the other party, the small wooden stick in his hand was thrown away directly, and the white dumpling stepped forward with short legs, his expression was very reserved, but his actions were very honest towards the "North" Old man Lu" ran over.

"Where have you been for so long and haven't come to see me?" Awkward Xiaoxia asked in a childish voice.

However, Bei Lu still looked indifferent, chuckled, and tapped the child's eyebrows with his fingertips: "Busy with self-cultivation."

He looked around the little Xia Xijin, clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction, and muttered in a low voice: "What's the matter, she was cute and sticky when she left, why did she become so old-fashioned again?"

Little Xia Xijin obviously didn't understand what he was talking about, she just blinked her crystal deer eyes and stared at him.

Bei Lu frowned slightly, and put his hand on the child's head. After a few seconds, he seemed to understand all the inside story, and sneered, "Family education is still very important..."

"I'm sorry, I don't have any experience in having a happy childhood. I'll adjust it for you."

He picked up the human cub's waist, which was equal in width from top to bottom, and lifted it lightly. In the next second, Xiao Xia was hung on his shoulders.

Bei Lu squeezed the child's hands, put them around his neck, walked towards the small supermarket at the door, and said with a casual smile, "Hold it steady, I will not be responsible for falling."

Little Xia Xijin hurriedly responded. Although his expression looked nervous, his upturned toes still revealed his joyful mood at the moment.

"Hey, little one, is there anything you want?" Hokuriku asked.

Xiao BuDian fell silent after hearing this, and finally spoke after a long time: "I want my mother to accompany me more, and I want money."

"But it doesn't need to be too much, just a little more than now." He quickly added, "Mom doesn't need to grab those odd jobs, and I can go to kindergarten."

Bei Lu was startled, apparently he didn't expect the other party to live in such a pitiful way, he had a complicated expression, slammed lightly, and said to himself: "Damn, am I being abused? This young master has never suffered such a crime in his life, right?" ..."

"What did you say?" Little Xia Xijin asked.

"It's okay." Beilu cleared his throat quickly, "Hey, I'll find you a father again, do you want to?"

This term is obviously a bit unfamiliar to Xiao Xia, he tilted his little head, and asked ignorantly, "What's the use of Dad?"

Bei Lu was obviously choked, and probably this also touched his blind spot of knowledge. After struggling for a long time, he looked at the child on his shoulder in the reflection of the glass on the side of the road, and replied as if he had a flash of inspiration: "It's someone like me. , but he can play with you at home every day."

Upon hearing this answer, little Xia Xijin's eyes lit up immediately: "Can you tell me a story?"

Hokuriku: "Yes."

Xiao Xia: "Can you paint with me?"

Hokuriku: "Yes."

Xiao Xia: "Can you lift me up so high?"

Hokuriku with insufficient patience balance: "Yes, yes, yes, why are you still so difficult to serve..."

The kid who didn't understand well didn't take it seriously at all, just laughed happily, patted Hokuriku's face excitedly with his little hand, and praised innocently and sincerely: "Uncle, you are really amazing!"

"Of course." Hokuriku accepted the approval unceremoniously, with a very proud tone, but in the next second, as if he suddenly thought of something, he slyly said: "Hey, how about I treat you well. "

The ignorant Xiao Xia: "Okay!"

After getting the answer, Hokuriku raised his eyebrows, obviously he didn't have any good idea, he laughed "hehe" twice, fooling the little guy who didn't even have a kindergarten diploma: "Then before I catch you cheap dad, you Can you call my father first and listen."

"Hmm... then can you buy me a new drawing board?" the shrewd, not completely shrewd, but he has worked hard little Xia Xijin bargained.

Hokuriku, who had no sense of morality, laughed wildly, and agreed without saying a word.

Accompanied by the crisp "Dad" and "Daddy", the 25-year-old Xia Xijin watched the whole process: "..."

Hmm... what's the safe word for an emergency exit?

I don't want to continue reading the memory, but can I ask Yan Ke to try harder to find it?

Xiao Xia with a deathly smile on her face: I will sharpen my knife when I get home tonight.

firm.

The author has something to say: Hokuriku is not a human being, in various senses (um.

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The second watch is around ten o'clock~