Wanwan "woke up".

Like a newborn baby, she looked at the world with curiosity.

Then she took a step and stepped between the two lines.

The world is completely unhindered for her.

Although in Song Jingxing's eyes, the world is completely composed of lines.

But after all, he studied art, and he quickly sketched out the scene in front of him in his mind.

Isn't this his downstairs?

And the place where Wanwan appeared just now was the foundation of the building.

Thinking of the previous feeling of suffocation, Song Jingxing was a little stunned.

It turned out that Liu Er stuffed Wanwan directly into the cement slurry of the foundation.

"It's really a loss of conscience. Song Jingxing scolded in his heart.

Song Jingxing suddenly realized in his heart.

After Wanwan became a little weird, she awakened two abilities.

One is right now, and you can walk through buildings without obstruction.

This is probably related to her obsession before her death, because she was afraid of being beaten, she always shrank in the corner.

It's as if he wants to squeeze his whole body into the wall so that everyone can't see her and can't hurt her.

So after she became weird, it became one of her abilities to go through the wall.

She also has another ability, which is wailing.

Howling: A mournful wail that makes the target empathize and tear the heart and soul.

Wanwan's memories are not over.

I don't know if it's because of the weird reason, her whole person has become a little dull, like a wind-up doll.

Hiding in the walls and floors every day, observing the world blankly, timid and cowardly.

It's like a little snail, hiding in a thick shell, even if it becomes weird, it's still afraid that others will hurt it.

And the whole world is black and white in her eyes, as if it were an old photo, without a trace of color.

Until one day, she saw a different little girl.

Because she is colored, the only one who has color.

In this black and white world, it is extremely eye-catching.

"Xiao Yan?"

Song Jingxing was surprised, but he took it for granted.

......

Song Jingxing withdrew from his memory, wiping the corners of his eyes, his face was already full of tears.

He didn't have any sleepiness, and he didn't feel sleepy at all.

So he got up and summoned Wanwan.

He noticed that the "lost girl" on the system had become "Lin Wanwan".

Looking at the stunned little weirdness in front of him, Song Jingxing's heart was full of pity.

Reached out and touched her little head.

Wanwan rubbed his palm with admiration.

One hundred percent loyalty, Song Jingxing is now the closest and most trusted person in the world.

Song Jingxing didn't recall her again, in his memory just now, he found that after calling Wanwan back to the system, it was dark, as if she was asleep, without the slightest memory.

In the novel, other systems take back pets, and pets enter an isolated paradise.

You can live happily and freely inside.

But Song Jingxing's system is relatively bad, which directly makes the weird fall into a deep sleep.

"What a broken system. ”

Song Jingxing secretly complained in his heart.

Watch Wanwan burrow into the walls of the room and disappear.

Although Song Jingxing couldn't see her, with a trace of connection between them, he could clearly know her location.

I don't know why, but I feel a sense of relief.

"How reassuring you are because it's weird?"

Song Jingxing laughed at himself in his heart.

Then he turned and went into the study.

He wanted to draw some of the people and scenery in his memory.

First of all, Wanwan's normal appearance.

Then there was her mom and dad and grandma.

Finally, there are the traffickers, other abducted children......

As an art graduate.

Sketching is the basic skill of every art student.

Song Jingxing gradually immersed himself in memory.

Slowly, the image of grace and flexibility appears on the computer screen.

Then came Wanwan's grandmother......

He drew it according to the timeline of Wanwan's memory.

After these portraits are drawn, they will have a role in finding Wanwan's family and catching the traffickers.

Wanwan didn't know when she came out of the wall.

Lying in front of his computer desk, he stared at the computer screen in a daze.

Maybe she remembered something.

But the "eyeballs" are rolling uncontrollably in their sockets.

It looks a little funny, but Song Jingxing is a little sad in his heart.

"Do you remember them?"

Song Jingxing touched her little head.

Wanwan looked up at him in a daze, and the "eyeballs" rolled down from her eye sockets.

It fell to the ground and made a "da, da......" sound.

Alas~

Song Jingxing helped her pick up the "eyeball", then moved a chair and sat on it.

Then close the painting interface, open the search interface of the web page, and type Lin Wanwan.

Millions of search messages come out.

Song Jingxing added keywords such as lost children to search again.

I finally found a message from many years ago to find my relatives.

The BB machine number is still left on it, and now there is still a BB machine, let alone get through.

And then there was no more information.

But think about it, when Wanwan was abducted, the Internet in Daxia was still a desert, and it was already good to be able to find a piece of information.

I don't know if her parents later gave up the search, or for some other reason, and there is no more information on the Internet.

Wanwan looked at Song Jingxing a little ignorantly, she didn't know what he was doing, she still wanted to see the painting.

So Song Jingxing closed the webpage and reopened the painting software.

Wanwan stared at the computer screen like this, watching Song Jingxing's pen strokes.

Until he was awakened by a knock on the door.

When I looked up, it was already dawn.

Wanwan was like a frightened rabbit, "whooshing" into the wall and disappeared.

Song Jingxing rubbed his somewhat stiff neck, stood up and stretched.

It was another sleepless night.

"Xu Xiaojuan, why are you so early?"

opened the door, and sure enough, Xu Xiaojuan stood outside the door without accident.

"It's not early, look at your appearance, you didn't sleep last night?"

Xu Xiaojuan raised her eyebrows, walked into the house, and put the breakfast on the table.

"Thank you for your breakfast, you're just in time, I'm going to catch up on sleep. Song Jingxing unceremoniously opened the breakfast brought by Xu Xiaojuan.

"You eat breakfast without brushing your teeth and washing your face?" asked Xu Xiaojuan in surprise.

"I washed last night, and I didn't sleep, why do I have to wash?"

"It's sloppy. Xu Xiaojuan ran into the study with a disgusted face.

Song Jingxing ignored her and continued to eat his own.

Then I heard Xu Xiaojuan shouting in the study: "What are these paintings you are drawing?"

"It's nothing, you can save it for me and turn it off. Song Jingxing said casually.

At this time, Xiao Yan also arrived as promised, still holding a saucer in his hand with a few pieces of glutinous rice on it.

The door was open, and she ran straight in.

put the plate on the table, and then stared at the breakfast that Xu Xiaojuan bought.

"What, you want to eat?"

Xiao Yan immediately nodded obediently.

Do you come to deliver breakfast every day, or do you come to have breakfast?

Song Jingxing complained in his heart, but he still gave her half of his breakfast.

Xiao Yan sat on the chair, her two little short legs flicking around happily.

Suddenly, she turned her head to look at the wall and grinned, "Little sister." ”

Song Jingxing followed her gaze, then touched her head and said, "It's the young lady." ”