Before the age of five, in addition to her mother, who had been cultivating for many years and could see her once a week, her father, grandfather, and uncle were just code names for three strangers. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Occasionally, his father and uncle appeared, then vanished, leaving behind some expensive toys he already had. On the same day every year, he would get dressed up and enter the huge holographic room specially prepared to prepare his grandfather, who had seen his birthday.

"Young Master. Stan straightens up Garan's bow tie, "Remember what Madame said earlier?"

He nodded, and silently recited this year's congratulatory poem in his heart, every time his mother prepared a congratulatory poem for him, there were thousands of words, and he had to recite it since a month ago, even if he read it once and memorized it, and every week after that, every time he saw her, he could only repeat it countless times.

He asks Stan why his mother asks him to recite this meaningless congratulatory poem that he has never been able to recite in front of his grandfather.

Stan just said, "Madame's for your own good." Seeing his disbelieving gaze, he added: "Madame is sick, and many times she doesn't remember what she said." ”

Garan nodded, but he understood that what Stan was saying was nothing more than that "white lie".

Although my mother was very sick, she could always remember clearly when my father had last visited, when he should have come next, and how cheap and perfunctory the gifts he had received when he came. I also know the name of his current "new love", and the time when that name is changed every time.

She always cried and laughed for a long time every time she encountered this kind of name handover, and if he happened to meet him, he could only stand in the corner, hoping not to be discovered by his mother. Otherwise, for the next half a day, he could only watch his mother point at him and curse his father's name.

"Young Master, it's time for us to go in. Stan patted him on the shoulder, took his hand, and walked to the door that had been prepared. He swallowed his saliva a little nervously, and subconsciously raised his head again, his mother said that both grandfather and father liked elegant and polite children, and he was the direct eldest grandson of the Aaron family, and he couldn't give it to her and disgrace the family.

Seeing that he was ready, Stan let go of his hand and pushed the door open, making a respectful and polite gesture of please to him.

He walked in, believing that his manners praised by his etiquette teacher would not disgrace his mother.

Sophisticated instruments instantly projected his image to where it should be, and here, as every time before, the ritual of old-fashioned condensation was over and the celebration had begun. The people at the banquet had gathered into their own groups, and only the waiters saw his appearance.

"Little master, what do you need me to do?" the waiter looked very amiable as he held a plate containing famous wine and rare juices.

Although his throat was a little dry from reciting the poem ten times before from his mother, he knew that his body was not in Aaron, and he could not drink the juice held by the waiter.

"Thank you. He quickly glanced at his grandfather and father, who were far away from him, and said, "I think I need someone to guide me." ”

"Of course, young master. Another attendant quickly arrived, and led him to his grandfather's vicinity as usual.

Garan didn't immediately greet him, knowing that his grandfather, father, and uncle he had seen on the light curtain were busy, but he also noticed a little boy who was about half a head shorter than him, and that boy was being held by the woman next to his uncle, holding a small juice cup.

He looked at himself at the same time, touching the back of the woman's hand until he let go, and walked over with a grace that was more standard than his own.

"I'm Abel Aaron, who are you?"

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Lott hadn't seen her mother for as long as she could remember, and her father said she had traveled far, far away.

Lot had no idea of the word "far away," and he didn't have any feelings of nostalgia for his mother, because he had never seen her and rarely heard anyone talk about her. I hate it even more when my father has that uncomfortable-looking expression on his face.

Of course, because he doesn't have time to miss it.

The father who is always on the shelf, the unreliable and forever lost master Youten has taken up too much of his time, and the guys who are said to be his little friends, they always let him be his younger brother because they are half a head taller than him.

Every day, every day, every day, every day, these noisy people made him feel irritable. They were so noisy that he couldn't even hear the voice he was supposed to hear, the voice kept calling his name, and he had to know who made it and where that person was waiting for him to appear.

In order to get rid of those troublesome guys, he began to prepare for running away from home from the beginning of being able to walk, and then finally determined the necessary conditions for running away from home.

The entire planet is an ice field, and it doesn't matter, he has a bloodline that is not afraid of the cold. If there is nothing to eat, it doesn't matter, he can bring dry food from home, although the jerky is unheated and unpalatable and chewy, but he can endure it.

He believed that his father could survive without his care, after all, he had never been able to cook, and their father and son had not starved to death. Every time the family runs out of food, there will always be an aunt who can't recognize her face to bring food to their father and son.

Master Youten, he is always lost, maybe one day he will run away from home because of his uncontrollable teleportation.

As for those little friends, when he runs away from home and finds the owner of that voice, he will definitely be able to become stronger, and then come back and beat them all down!

Finally, at the age of 5, he felt that the time was ripe, and on this day his father, as the patriarch, was going to hold a ceremony, and he was too young to participate.

As for the frozen jerky, he has been saving up for half a year, and he will also hunt simply, so it should be no problem. He also left a note for his father, and although he couldn't write a few words, he replaced them with notes and pictures, which must not be difficult to recognize.

When he left, the snow outside was very heavy, and he felt very comfortable, but the jerky bag behind him was a little heavy, and the bag was very strong, and he felt that it was okay to drag it away.

He walked forward to the voice that had been calling him, and with each leg of his way, he used his abilities to cover up his tracks with his abilities as he did when he was hunting. He didn't remember how long he had walked, but when he had eaten the jerky twice, he saw someone he seemed to have seen in the clan.

He stood in the snow, looking up at the sky, the tears from his eyes frozen on his face before they landed, obviously without such blood as himself.

When Lott saw him, he saw Lott too.

"Little one, why didn't you stay home today. He smiled gently, but Lott thought the smile was worse than crying, and Lott decided to tell the truth:

"I'm running away from home. ”

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From the very beginning of consciousness, this newborn high-level mechanical lifeform has shown an unusual and stubborn personality.

This can be seen from the name.

Unlike all bots who accept their numbers as their names from the start, he refuses to be named by others, believing it to be an offense.

He would rather read the insignificant and innumerable information himself, and insist on naming himself.

So, until a month after he left the cultivation warehouse and was officially born, the name had not been decided.

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Thank you for giving away the peace charm in the twilight time, thank you mimizhong for giving away the monthly pass, thank you! )