I am in love with the planet

It was a silver-gray safe, half the height of a person, covered with dust, and covered with a thin trace of rust, which looked a bit dusty.

Yuan Lingjun walked over, lifted it up, and wiped off the dust.

A touch screen on the safe lit up when he touched it, "Drip, bioenergy is detected."

This statement is somewhat familiar, but Yuan Lingjun didn't think too much about it. He turned the four small buttons on the box cover and adjusted the password to "1400".

With a "click", the box opened.

"Well……"

The first thing that came out of the safe was a rotten smell, faint but not negligible.

The little yellow chicken flapped its wings and waved away the dust in front of it. Then, the items stored in the safe were reflected in its black bean-like eyes.

"Wool!" It pecked Yuan Lingjun's earlobe.

Yuan Lingjun reached out and took out a roll of bright red wool from the safe, and at the same time saw several things hidden under the remaining ball of wool.

"this is?"

"Oh, it's been too long, I almost forgot about it." The lady toll collector said, "Since you have already opened the safe, please help me tidy up the things inside. The labor remuneration is included in the sweater fee." , I will not give you change."

"No problem." Yuan Lingjun agreed.

If ordinary people encounter such a situation, because they are working for free, they may be careless, sloppy, or even cut corners, but Yuan Lingjun carefully and carefully sorted out the things in the safe.

He first took out several rolls of red wool and sweater needles, and hung them around the little yellow chicken's neck.

Afterwards, the fingertips felt a little cold under the red wool, Yuan Lingjun took it out and found that it was the arm of a robot.

A tattered breastplate was attached to the mechanical arm. There was a hole in the breastplate, and the energy source inside was broken, and a metal head with half of its skull was hanging above it. There was someone on the shiny bald head. A blooming rose was carved with red dye.

"Be careful, that's my token of love." The lady toll collector said.

"..."

Yuan Lingjun's movements suddenly became cautious. He wiped the robot that would take up space even if it was thrown into the recycling bin with the attitude of treating rare treasures, and gently placed it on the ground.

There is also a gray-white layer under the robot, and the shape looks a bit strange.

Yuan Lingjun hesitated for a moment, reached in, grabbed one of them, and took it out.

"grumble!"

Seeing what it was, the little yellow chicken subconsciously raised its wings and stood in front of him.

"Yo, you're quite protective." The toll collector lady teased Yuanyuan.

"It's okay, don't be afraid." Yuan Lingjun licked his chicken, took it off his face, and then looked at the thigh bone he took out from the safe.

"Well... this shape... doesn't look like it's for eating."

He wiped the thigh bone, put it aside, and then continued to take out the ribs, hip bones, and shoulder blades, and put them together one by one...

A complete human figure gradually appeared on the ground, with a slender figure and slender bones.

Yuanyuan: "..."

He silently pushed Yuan Lingjun's arm away, retracted his whole body, and shook it into fallen leaves.

Yuan Lingjun looked calm and in a good mood.

"Don't be afraid," he said to Yuanyuan, "it's just a skeleton, it's nothing special. Another day I'll make you a 3D simulated human skeleton model and put it on the bedside. I won't be afraid anymore."

Yuanyuan: "..."

"No, actually I'm not afraid at all." He said with a trembling voice, without credibility.

Junjun's love has always been as warm as a spring breeze, but occasionally it is so warm that it is a bit unbearable.

Yuanyuan hugged herself tightly with her wings, while trembling, she thought seriously in her heart: Alas, sweet troubles.

"Okay, let's talk about it later." Yuan Lingjun was very easy to talk to.

Although the proposal was rejected, he had already made up his mind.

——As a little yellow chicken who only wants to travel all over the universe, I can't afford to be afraid of ghosts.

Hmm... I still have too little experience, just need to be scared a few more times.

After concentrating on putting together the human skeleton on the ground, Yuan Lingjun discovered a problem——

"Where's the skull?"

The skeleton on the ground is very well preserved, with only a trace of gray on the surface, as if it has been eroded by time.

With a well-proportioned figure and beautiful bones, it can be seen that it was also a beauty in life, except for one flaw——

no head.

"head?"

There was doubt in the voice of the toll collector sitting behind the desk. She seemed to try to recall it, and then said, "Head... oh, I remembered."

"The robot has aged so badly that it knocked its head off when it entered the safe... You knit the sweater first, then crawl under my desk and look for it, it should be here."

Yuan Lingjun: "..."

"Okay," he said.

There were a few sweater needles inserted into the red wool ball, and Yuan Lingjun put the robot and the skeleton away, and began to knit the sweater.

The spacesuit worn on his body was a bit heavy, and his ten fingers seemed clumsy, making it difficult to move them freely. However, once the slender sweater needles were in Yuan Lingjun's hands, they were like two spirit snakes, flexibly crocheting various patterns.

"How tall is it?"

"1.9 meters two."

"What about shoulder width?"

"Fifty centimeters."

"Is the waist thin?"

"Oh, why do you ask this? How would I know if I haven't hugged you before?" The lady toll collector was shy for a second, and then she opened her arms and gestured for the width of a hug, "Here , it's that wide."

Yuan Lingjun: "..."

"It'll be fine soon," he said.

After questioning and answering, a red men's sweater gradually took shape in Yuan Lingjun's hands.

It has a stretched length, because the person wearing it is tall and straight; it also has a slim silhouette, because the host has broad shoulders and a thin waist.

——This is probably a handsome man with broad shoulders, thin waist and long legs.

After about four hours, Yuan Lingjun gathered the hem of the sweater, cut off the wool, and sewed on the two sleeves.

"Okay," he said.

The toll collector lady seemed satisfied.

"Didn't you say you can hook flowers?" she asked.

"Yes." Yuan Lingjun replied.

"Then you can tick another pattern on it." She said, "Just tick the shape of that robot."

In the eyes of ordinary people, she has too many demands, and she is a difficult lady, but Yuan Lingjun, as a craftsman, likes others to admire her works the most.Not only did he not force it, but he also said enthusiastically, "Okay, no problem, but what about other colors of wool?"

"..." The toll collector got stuck.

It took her 300 years to knit the collar of the sweater. How could she overestimate herself and prepare wool of other colors?

"Forget it," said the toll collector lady, and said the best thing to do: "Don't tick the robot, just tick the rose on the top of the robot's head. Tick it carefully, it's my token of love!"

"no problem!"

Fifteen minutes later, a brand-new, bright red men's sweater with a rose blooming on the chest appeared in front of the toll collector.

Yuan Lingjun held one cuff of the sweater, Yuanyuan tried her best to flap her wings, and held the other cuff in her mouth, unfolding it for the lady toll collector to see.

"..."

The toll collector was sitting in the dim yellow light. She blinked and suddenly wiped her eyes with her sleeve.

"Thank you, you did a great job," the beautiful lady said softly after staring at the sweater for a few seconds, her emerald green eyes gradually filled with nostalgia and sadness .

"I'm really very satisfied."

As her voice fell, a sunken vortex appeared behind the charging card, which grew from small to large, rotating outward from a black spot as large as a needle point, and finally expanded into a round door covered with a layer of film .

Through this light blue film, one can see the turbulent flow of space folded behind the star gate and the space shining with endless stars.

A short and long passage passes through this door, leading to the unknown other side.

"Sorry, I don't have enough energy left, so I can only send you to the planet closest to here." The toll collector lady smiled.

That fragrant smile bloomed on her face, like a quietly blooming white rose.

Afterwards, slight tremors appeared around the figure of the toll collector. Her long blond hair, slender fingers, and the corners of her white skirt seemed to be disturbed by something, and became blurred and gradually disappeared into the air.

……

"It's... really... there are... ghosts!"

Yuanyuan opened her eyes wide, and her beak bumped up and down, making a "da da da da" sound.

Seeing is believing, can this be fake?This world is not materialistic at all!

Yuan Lingjun: "..."

He stroked a handful of little yellow chickens as a way of comforting it, before he could continue to comfort it, he touched the ground with his toes, jumped a few meters forward, and caught up with the toll collector lady who was about to disappear: "The wool is not used up yet, and there is this red sweater, How are you going to take it?"

"Well..." There was a sly smile on the lips of the toll collector: "I gave it to you. If you have a chance, please help me hand it over to my sweetheart together with the robot over there."

"It seems that there is nothing that can be used as a reward... How about it, don't you want to help your little yellow chicken practice courage? There is no sincerity in using a simulated skeleton, that skeleton is mine, and I authorize you to put it on the bedside , so that the little yellow chicken can think of me when she wakes up in the morning."

"Are you moved? Little yellow chicken..."

With the final confession, her figure completely disappeared in front of Yuan Lingjun and Yuanyuan.

Disappeared without a trace.

Yuanyuan: "..."

Don't dare to move. Don't dare to move.

He stiffened into a real little yellow chicken of the robot. Just from that round, sad back, it could be seen that Yuanyuan's worldview had suffered a devastating blow.

Yuan Lingjun felt that the hand felt good, and touched his little yellow chicken again.

He looked at the skeleton over there, and muttered, "It makes you think of others as soon as you wake up in the morning. Doesn't it sound like something's wrong?"