recruit bees

A happy ball, ahem, Michelle, who was happy with a son, felt that her life was turning into fantasy.

In addition to being unaccustomed to a light body after unloading the 'cargo', he is also a little unaccustomed to sleeping with the egg every day, and calling his son affectionately while holding the egg.

After giving birth, Michelle, who was more or less affected, had a "motherly" blood in her bosom, and wished she could hug his precious child, hug her and hold her high.

But—his son is an asshole.

So... can you understand?

If you don't understand, you can imagine the following picture:

A: A pair of human mother and child. After giving birth, the mother is holding the baby. Although her face is pale, her eyes are gentle and loving. When kissing the baby's soft cheek, the baby grinned and his eyebrows were curved.

B: A pair of Pepega 'mother and son'. After giving birth, the male mother is holding a big white egg wrapped in a small swaddle. Her eyes are gentle and loving, and she gently kisses the eggshell. There are cartoon stickers on the big white egg, which is used by people. The marker pen draws a simple facial features like old man Ding...

The corner of Michelle's mouth twitched: "Who painted the face on the egg!"

Simon, who was happily touching the eggs, was taken aback: "Aren't I cute? Everyone likes to draw something on the newborn eggs, leave signatures and so on, and you can also take pictures as souvenirs."

Michelle: "..." He suddenly remembered the scene where Benny and the others scribbled on the plaster when he had a broken bone when he was a child.

Sure enough, if a child is not born to play, it will be meaningless, right?

Forget it...

Michelle sighed and lay on the hospital bed with a knife wound.

He still needs to stay in the hospital for five days, and the doctor said that if the eggs hatch quickly, little Victor will be able to meet them formally in a month, but during this period, we must keep an eye on the drones and don't let them water the eggs (watering) The problem of watering the flowers is like watering something when you are happy), to prevent the eggshell from moldy and hairy.

At first Michelle thought the doctor was joking, but now he believed it.

Simon, he might really do such a thing!

"Simon." Michelle waved at him.

"Huh?" Mr. Bumblebee, who was obsessed with touching eggs, raised his head blankly, his two antennae shaking happily.

Michelle said, "Give me the egg for a while."

Mr. Bumblebee said righteously: "Don't press your wound, I'll just hold it, it doesn't matter if I'm tired!"

Michelle: "...Don't think that I don't know that you are a daddy's heart is flooding! Hand over the eggs!"

Mr. Bumblebee is pitiful: "Oh."

The white egg covered in graffiti returned to Michelle's arms. Michelle lay on the bed and rested with his eyes closed, touching the egg with his palm from time to time. Through the eggshell, he seemed to vaguely feel little Victor playing lively from inside. As if shaking, the eggshell trembled slightly.

Michelle was stunned, feeling soft in her heart.

Apart from the initial embarrassment, this kind of blood relationship still makes people feel warm.

The person on the bed gradually fell asleep, Simon watched from the side, and climbed onto the bed lightly, he put his arms around Michelle, and Michelle put his arms around Egg. Thinking about it carefully, isn’t it just him hugging her again? Is the wife holding her son again? !

Simon's eyes are bright: I'm so smart!

Thanks to Peggy's advanced medical treatment, Michelle's incision healed quickly.

When I was discharged from the hospital on the fifth day, there was only a faint red line left on the incision, and a layer of ointment that solidified as thick as glue was applied on it to fix the surrounding skin and prevent the wound from cracking while healing the wound.

The doctor also prescribed two ointments for removing scars, as well as a replacement gel, a cosmetic medicine to restore the elasticity of the belly skin.

"If it's a soldier bee, it's no problem to deal with the wound. Uncover the glue that was dried before, spray it with spray, and wait for it to dry after a while before putting the clothes down."

The doctor signed the discharge form without reminding me a few words.

When Michelle and Simon were hospitalized, there were only two people, but when they returned, they were packed with big bags and a big white egg that gradually grew to eight catties.

Fortunately, there is a hard-working little bee at home, otherwise the two of them might have to clean the room and pack things when they go home.

Now that the two of them go home, they only need to clean up briefly, and then put the eggs in the hatching aid (that thief looks like a toilet), and then they can breathe a sigh of relief and wait for dinner.

The time to recuperate passed quickly.

At the end of June, the weather warms up.

The rainy season has ushered in on Pegga.

Wearing loose clothes, Michelle's wounds are already healed, but occasionally it will itch when it rains. He holds his precious son and pushes open the door of the wooden house, puts a small chair, and watches the light rain dripping on the outside. On the leaves, knock out beautiful notes.

The humidity of the rain in the air and the freshness of the leaves mixed into the nasal cavity, as if washing the whole person from the inside out.

"Don't sit too long, the air is clammy, you get rashes, and you're just fine."

Simon squatted down from behind, put his big hand on Michelle's back, wrapped his other arm around, and handed him the hot milk-flavored drink in his hand.

"I know, I just want my son to hear the sound of rain." Michelle smiled, "I like rain very much, by the way, how about going to the earth? Can you go through the formalities, little Victor Maybe he's going to break his shell soon, touch it, he's very active today."

"The formalities are still being processed. It is difficult to live on Earth for so long. A visa is required."

Simon touched the little baby lying on his baby's belly, and said while rubbing:

"But it's only half a month at the latest. I asked my former friend to help me."

"Can you take the little bee with you?" He had been with the little bee for so long, so he couldn't bear it.

"No." Simon shook his head, "The nanny robot belongs to the property of the hive, and technology and the like cannot be passed on."

Michelle frowned: "That's it."

Simon: "Instead, we can wear its memory and put it on the nanny robot in our 'hive' on the earth, which is equivalent to changing its body. 'Transferred' to the earth."

Michelle: "Well, I'll ask the little bee if he wants to, anyway, we will come back later. When little Victor turns five—"

He was about to say something more, when the egg moved again, attracting the eyes of Michelle and Simon.

The little bee clawed at the wall with two claws, secretly listening to the flashing of the electronic eyes from one side, and hurriedly cleaned up its system memory, and compressed all the photos into its own memory.

According to the rules of the hive, each household will be assigned a small robot like it. It was assigned to Michelle's home shortly after it left the factory. No matter where Michelle and the others go in the future, it will be the little robot of this family.

If the owner leaves and doesn’t take it with him, it will live alone in the old house as a small robot until the day the owner comes back... Maybe the parts are rusted to death in the end, and the owner hasn’t come back yet.

The little bee grabbed the handkerchief and shivered: I don't want to be an empty-nest robot!

It packs its own little package now!

……

In the evening, Michelle had a super-normal meal, but Michelle was always feeling uneasy, as if she hadn't done anything.

But he went through what he should do today in his mind, and found nothing different.

Simon told him to rest, and Michelle had to climb into bed with the egg and lie in the arms of the drone.

Touching the eggshells in the quilt every now and then...

Until late at night, the hard eggshell made a light and crisp sound: 'Ka~'

A pair of big brown eyes protruded from the dark slits.

[The author has something to say]:

【small theater】

Little Victor: Meow~

……

20 words are planned to be finished, soon.

This is similar to Leopard Control, a bit shorter.

Documentation:

"I'm on the Big Brother Cookbook"

There may be another two, big man smile (I'm bragging)