One Hundred Ways the Uncle Collapsed

The child's head suddenly felt relieved.

In the evening, Xiao Jingwu returned to the room.

He stumbled and took off his clothes, lay down on the bed in an orderly manner, looked at the empty room, and asked suddenly.

"are you there?"

The sound fell, and a black silhouette emerged in the silent room.

The outline gradually became clear.

The long, raven-colored hair was raised slightly, and the man landed beside his bed.

"You're here!" The child's eyes were bent into big crescents, looking at the person beside the bed, it was obviously such a weird way of appearing, but he was not afraid at all.

Even very happy for the arrival of the visitor.

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This figure is Weng Jing.

And her current state is a ghost, not only a ghost, but also a ghost who cannot speak.

Keigo Atobe, who came to this world with the help of the system to distort time and space, has been three days since she was a child.After falling into this world, she appeared beside Keigo Atobe, and she couldn't be too far away from Keigo Atobe, too far away would make her feel suffocated.

It is obviously a ghost, but it can feel suffocation, which is enough to prove the irreversibility of the system rules.

At this time, Keigo Atobe has not yet produced any extra personality, he is very cute and small.

As a woman, there is always a bit of maternal instinct towards such cute things, and she is no exception.

At the same time, she also saw the old man whom she hadn't had time to meet in person, grandfather Atobe.

She has been in this time and space for three days, and she has an understanding of some basic situations, or a deeper understanding.

For example, the reason why the Atobe couple got married is to live the same life as their resentful couple.

I also saw that the little Atobe Keigo was neglected by his parents. When his parents showed dislike, he lowered his eyebrows and was extremely obedient.

No, this is not Keigo Atobe, he shouldn't be like this, he can be proud, he can be rebellious, but he shouldn't be so low-browed to please someone.

As a raider, she has read the original work of Wangwang, so she naturally understands Keigo Atobe himself.Why are people who grew up in England as a child still in Japan at this time?

People who started playing tennis when they were young, why are they still stuck in such a world playing with building blocks and being scolded by their mother.

The creator of this dungeon wrote Keigo Atobe with a split personality.

Although she only wrote about Atobe who appeared in the story as an adult, she forgot why Keigo Atobe appeared in the story in such an image.

If there is a cause, there must be an effect.

She only cares about laying the groundwork for the story, but forgets that this foreshadowing also needs a bridge and a background.

And this background is too hurt for the protagonist Keigo Atobe.

The emotion in her heart was called anger, and she didn't know why she was so angry, maybe because she saw what happened to Xiao Jingwu with her own eyes, so she felt pity and expressed injustice to the creator of the world.

Maybe... there was a reason she didn't even know.

Weng Jing appeared and squatted down beside the bed.

After turning into a ghost, she became what she was when she was 18 years old.

She stretched out her fingers, stretching out her transparent and colorless white fingers under the light, and gently touched the scars on the young boy's face from the air, her obsidian eyes showed a hint of worry.

The little boy pulled up the quilt, covered his cheeks, and said in a low voice: "It's okay, it's okay, don't look at it."

The girl leaned forward and pointed to the quilt he had pulled up, with an obvious look of disapproval in her eyes.

Atobe Keigo slowly pulled down the quilt, revealing the red marks on his face.Atobe's ointments are all imported medicines. After application, although red marks can still be seen, they are much better than before.

Weng Jing stretched out his hand, 'pasted' it on the young boy's face, and gently stroked those few fingerprints back and forth.

She stretched out her fingers and drew fog trails in the air, revealing the prints.

'does it hurt? '

The young boy shook his head and laughed, looking extremely stupid: "It doesn't hurt."

Weng Jing watched with a smile in his eyes. It turned out that the stupidity in the pure personality began at this time.

"Miss Ghost, we can't play today." He said with a look of disappointment on his face.

The girl shook her head, raised her hand and wrote: 'Take a good rest, I will watch over you. '

The little boy stretched out his hand and grabbed the girl's wrist, his fingertips melted into the girl's body, and then fell down again, grabbing his hand was empty.

He was stunned for a moment, then withdrew his hand, retracted into the quilt, and looked at Weng Jing with big eyes: "Are you guarding me?"

Weng Jingjing nodded, his face was still expressionless, but it made the little boy smile happily.

"Good night then?"

The girl nodded, stretched out her hand, and gently patted the quilt through the quilt, as if coaxing him to sleep.

Xiao Jingwu pulled up the quilt again to cover his face and the scars on his face.When he saw the unhappy look in the girl's eyes, he rolled his eyes.

Ah, that's great.

Good night, Miss Ghost.

Weng Jing watched the little boy fall into a deep sleep, his face was still round, with baby fat, long eyelashes, trembling with his breathing.A delicate and beautiful face.

He remembered that when she was thrown directly into this time and space by the system, she appeared directly in the little boy's room.

It was night, and a person appeared out of nowhere in the room. Not only did he not panic, but he closed the curtains first.

"I just made a wish, did you help me realize my wish?"

"My wish is that someone can accompany me."

She wanted to speak, but found that she couldn't speak. Fortunately, she could condense mist in the air with her fingers and write for him to read.

'Yes. '

"That's great, but I'm going to bed now, shall we play together tomorrow?" The little boy looked serious, his eyes were clear and bright, and he looked good.

Weng Jing head.

On the first day she came to this time and space, she accompanied Xiao Jingwu to sleep.

Looking at the sleeping face of the little boy, the girl's cold face seemed to be blurred by the light, making her look soft.

Good night, boy.

The next day, Keigo Atobe opened his eyes, sat up and looked around, but there was no one in the room.

He asked, "Are you there?"

The girl's figure appeared in front of his eyes immediately, with a puzzled look on her face, so that he could understand her meaning.

The little boy bent his knees, pulled up the quilt to cover the lower half of his face, and murmured, "I just wanted to ask if you were still here."

Weng Jing blinked, his long eyelashes moved slightly, walked up to him, reached out to 'touch' his head, and swiped his fingers: I'm here, just call me if you need anything.

"En." The young boy was in a good mood, nodded and watched the girl's figure gradually become transparent and disappeared into the room.

Ask again: "Are you there?"

The air in the room fluctuated, and there were writings showing it.

'exist. '

It's good that Miss Phantom is here.

Weng Jingyin was in the air, seeing the young boy with a smile on his face, getting up to dress and put on socks by himself, the corners of his lips pursed slightly.

Because I was sure of her existence, I was so happy.

Thinking of the difficult situation of Keigo Atobe in this family now, although he has the protection of Atobe's grandfather, but Atobe's grandfather supports such a large company, it is impossible to pay attention to it all the time, the old housekeeper is in charge of many trivial matters of Atobe House also the same.

Things like yesterday still happen from time to time, and there is no way to avoid them.

And she was restricted by the system, she could only watch and not intervene.

Perhaps being able to talk to the young boy is already an extra relaxation of the system.

Sighing, Weng Jing followed Atobe Keigo out of his room.

As soon as he went out, the opposite door opened.

The beautiful lady came out of the door, wearing a well-fitting dress, with her hair lightly pulled up, she was already dressed up.

Xiao Jingwu stepped back unconsciously, but stopped in time, looked at the woman and said: "Mother, good day."

Mrs. Atobe lowered her eyes, stepped forward, and stretched her hand towards Keigo Atobe's face.

The little boy stared wide-eyed, his heart was beating wildly, and it took all his strength to restrain himself from stepping back: "Mother, mother."

Who knows, the lady just stretched out her hand to pinch his chin, looked left and right: "It's almost okay, it's okay." After saying that, Mrs. Atobe let go of her hand, raised it to her lips, and blew gently. .

"Anyway, you won't be under my control in the future, so you can take care of yourself." Mrs. Atobe said, lifting the corner of her skirt and going downstairs.

It doesn't matter whether Atobe Keigo can understand this sentence.

It doesn't matter what impact and harm this sentence will cause this little person.

Xiao Jingwu stood on the spot, dazed, his eyes following Mrs. Atobe's back until the slender figure completely disappeared at the stairs.

He turned his head and said softly again: "Are you there?"

'exist. '

"Is this true, mother really doesn't want me anymore?" the little boy asked with a dazed expression.

Weng Jing didn't know how to answer, and he couldn't write a word for a long time with his fingers raised in the air.

Xiao Jingwu blinked, and felt something falling from his eye sockets, he quickly reached out and wiped his face, urgently and heavily, regardless of whether he wiped the side that was beaten yesterday.

But there were more and more of that thing, more and more, and he couldn't finish wiping off his face even though it hurt.

Waves suddenly appeared in front of the eyes blurred by tears, and then turned into small bubbles.

He stared at the bubbles, and slowly raised his head following the rising angle of the bubbles.I saw those bubbles gathered together and turned into a cloud, but the cloud was not pretty at all.

It turned into a flower again, and the flower was extraordinarily abstract.

It turned into a rainbow again, but unfortunately there was no color.

Finally turned into a smiley face.

The little boy smiled through tears, stretched out his hand, and poked the corner of the smiling face's mouth, the smiling face burst instantly and disappeared.