"Take you to the moon, in the sky, live a fairy-like life!"

This is the third time I have been woken up by this advertisement this summer, and just listening to the voice, I can imagine that there must be a man dressed as a successful person in the picture, and he is hoarse and persuades the audience in front of the TV with an excited voice like an overdose, "Leave the earth, feel the universe, the moon landing is not a dream!" ”。 Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

I have to say that the trip to the moon is indeed very inflammatory to ordinary people, even people like grandparents who still retain the traditional way of life will watch the latest introduction to the moon landing sightseeing on TV every morning. You know, when everyone drove by outside the window in a floating car, my grandfather once refused to go out because he couldn't accept the taxi not driving on the ground.

The establishment of the first moon tourist resort caused a huge international repercussion at the time, and everyone discussed the matter on various social media for about two days - this is very rare, and now there are very few news hotspots that can last more than half a day, and the leak of nude photos of an international superstar came out 8 hours after the news was released, and everyone's attention was very distracted.

After the commercial, the opening music of a talk TV show sounded leisurely, and this summer I had already memorized all the TV schedules from 11 a.m. to 2 p.m. by ear.

"Hello everyone, welcome to this issue of "Meet the Duckweed", our guest in this issue is, He Ningning."

Oh my God, it's her again.

I sat up, got out of bed and walked to the living room to ask my grandparents to change the channel, but I found that they had gone out to buy groceries at some point, and the TV seemed to have forgotten to turn off.

"Hello everyone, I'm He Ningning, and I'm glad to be here today to share my new plan with you."

Heh, when did she perm her curly hair again? After careful calculation, I haven't seen her for almost a month, and I don't feel nostalgic in my heart, after all, I have long passed the age of thinking about my mother on TV. What's more, this mother, who is still old and still stretches out her mouths and clothes, has never played any role as a traditional mother, and sometimes I have to help her cook and wash clothes from time to time. In most cases, I would rather call Sister Cecy "Mom". Sister Cesi is her mother's work partner, so beautiful that she can make everyone who sees her for the first time gasp, but her mother dares to tell others everywhere with a shy face that this peerless beauty who is two years taller than her and a white color is her sister, and she has the cheekiness to let her take care of our family all day long.

I was thinking so, and the host on TV really mentioned Sister Ceci.

"Recently, there were rumors that your sister will also be involved in the filming of the next movie, can you tell us about it?"

"Where did this rumor come from? There's no such thing. The woman's eyes widened and she feigned surprise.

"But everyone seems to be very interested in your sister?" The moderator asked without giving up.

Indeed, it is only natural that Sister Ceci, as a mysterious beauty who is inseparable from a public figure like her mother, will arouse people's interest, not to mention that even I don't know her nationality and age.

"She has a very low-key personality, and she doesn't like to show her head very much, so don't beat her idea." The mother smirked.

"Rumor has it that you're not sisters?" The moderator is still persistent.

"If you look at her face, she knows no, after all, she's so much prettier than me, but to me she's family."

"I'm so embarrassed to say." I silently rolled my eyes at the TV.

Cesi has lived with her mother for as long as I can remember, and I have always admired her for holding on to this bad decision for so many years, because most of the time her job seems to be just a babysitter for our family. Before I went to high school, as long as Sister Cesi was not on a business trip, she would inevitably come to pick me up and drop me off to study, and she would basically take care of the daily life of our mother and son, but after all, I couldn't take all the orders like my mother, and I would still help with some housework. Therefore, it was only when I stayed at my grandparents' house that I was able to enjoy the treatment I should have as a "child" for a short time and in a grand manner. Fortunately, even though the times are developing so rapidly, the "tradition" of "grandchildren should be pampered" is still one of the few consensus among the elderly in China.

When people like my mom become grandmothers, it's hard to say whether this tradition will be preserved.

At this point, the topic was shifted by my mother from Sister Ceci to her new movie, and I was not interested in watching her fake talk on TV, so I turned off the TV and prepared to go back to bed and sleep again.

As soon as he thought this, the doorbell suddenly shouted in a fast-walking tone.

"Who's going to find who?" I asked through the door. There are usually very few visitors to my grandparents' house at this time.

"Excuse me, is this the He Ning Ning family?"

I didn't answer, but vigilantly opened the wooden door inside the house and looked out through the security door. Through the tattered gauze, I vaguely saw a strange strange man, wearing an exaggerated bright blue suit and holding a large bouquet of blue roses in his hand, like a dancer who had just come out of the bright music video set. I don't remember anyone my mother knew who could have found my grandparents' house, a woman who took her parents' privacy very seriously.

I couldn't help but squeeze the handle of the wooden door, ready to close it at any moment.

"Hello, is this Heningning's house?" The man leaned in and cautiously asked again.

It was only during this opportunity that I was able to get a closer look at this man. He has long, unrealistically bright sea-blue hair that gives the supple sheen of the shampoo commercial's special effects even in poorly lit corridors. Beneath the unkempt hair was a bloodless pale face, and the facial features seemed to have been carefully polished, with a sleek, angular and impeccable contour. It is impossible to tell whether this is a European or Asian face, but it has an ambiguous temperament - the features of this face do not belong to Caucasian, yellow and black races, nor to mestizos or acquired artificial faces, nor does it have any age on this face.

Judging by his appearance, this person may be a model or an actress, and considering that his mother has been making a movie recently, it is not surprising that he would deal with this kind of person.

"Which one are you?"

I try to slow down my speech so that my tone sounds polite.

"Me? I'm hers...... Hmm, boyfriend? He raised the flower he was holding in his hand to me.

At this moment, I felt a cannon in my ear.

"May I ask who you are?" He leaned slightly over the security door.

"I'm her son." I made no secret of my dry voice.

Outside the door, his body trembled visibly, he heard what I was saying clearly, and he didn't ask me to repeat it.

It took about half a minute for him to finally burst out with a sentence: "No, reasonable." She, how could it be...... Having a son......" may be because he really doesn't want to face this painful fact, and he has a strange pause in saying this.

However, it was me who really felt unreasonable. If he is my mother's "boyfriend" as he claims, at least he must know that I exist, regardless of whether I should know that there is such a person as him. After all, the fact that the woman had a son is well known, and at most some people will not know my exact age. But his reaction was like he didn't know that there was such a person as me. Of course, there is also the possibility that he is a liar, but I think that a liar who dresses so ostentatiously and comes to visit with a large bouquet of flowers with a diameter wider than the door, then he is a liar with a bad brain, even if he is a liar.

Or, what kind of whole-person show is this?

"What the hell are you looking for her?" I asked again, hesitating to close the wooden door.

To my surprise, at this moment he suddenly asked an irrelevant question.

"What year is it, what month and what time is it?"

August 5, 2035 9:53 a.m...... What's wrong? ”

His eyes widened, and he looked at me with the horror of witnessing the murder scene, and then immediately turned and ran down the stairs with the flower as fast as he could.

"Huh?"

The Mr. Blue Rose moved so quickly that a few rose petals were sprinkled on the ground.

However, this inexplicable episode was quickly put behind me, and when I went back to bed and fell asleep before waking up, I wasn't even sure if it was part of the dream or if it was something that had actually happened.

I went to the door to take a look, and the roses on the ground were still there.

But even if it's true, it's nothing. My mother worked in several professions at the same time, and no one could tell what her main job was, not even me. In short, somehow, she became a "celebrity", writing books, shooting commercials, releasing records, and acting. There are many circles of people gathered around her, and there are many people in it who make people feel unbelievable, so I'm used to not delving into everything related to her. It can only be said that this guy who appeared today has good means and can find here.

However, not only did it not end there, but it was just beginning.

The next morning, at the same time, I was once again woken up by the sound of commercials for moon vacations on public television. My grandmother left a note saying that they had gone for a walk and that breakfast was in the pot and that I had to heat it myself.

Today's sun is better than yesterday's, but it's not stuffy, and through the bright light that hits the living room, you can see the lively dust in the air dancing up and down. It's a great day for a walk, but for me, it's a good time to slice a lemon, make a cup of honey tea, serve a chilled watermelon hemisphere, and then lie on the couch and eat it with a spoon, and if you open a good movie, you're on top of the world.

Of course, I still have to get some sleep before I can achieve this picture.

I turned off the TV and headed out into my room, just when the deadly, breathless doorbell rang again.

I was about to open the wooden door with the man who had come to the door again yesterday, but this time there were two strange girls of my age, who looked exactly the same, and were wearing gray robes.

At first glance, they looked like they were going to a comic con or something like that, but they ran the wrong way - the one on the left had a peach-colored medium-length hair, and the ends of the hair were unruly curled inside and out at the shoulders, and the one on the right was the same length, and the hair color was like a lilac made of gouache, and the hairstyle was much more neat, with a natural drape. Today, it is no longer fashionable for those young people outside to dye their hair in such exaggerated colors in their daily lives, and their hair is the same as the strange man who came yesterday, shiny to the point that it does not look like real hair, and it is equally beautiful to the point of not being human.

"Is R5 coming?"

Without any opening words or greetings, the peach-haired girl asked straight to the point, as if I had known her and the "R5" she mentioned.

Is this kind of weird visitor what's new?

"Did you knock on the wrong door?"

"It can't be wrong." The girl replied loudly in an unquestioning tone.

I double-checked their appearances and was even more sure we hadn't seen each other before. After all, with Sister Ceci's "role model" in front of me, the general so-called "beauties" rarely make me feel like "beautiful" and "cute", so if I have seen them, even if I have only met them once, it is impossible not to be impressed at all.

This is the first time I've seen a woman who looks comparable to Sister Ceci when I'm so old.

"I think it's better for you to confirm the address again......"

"I said......" her voice raised a few degrees, and from what I had observed of the female classmates at school, it was usually a precursor to a tantrum and quarrel, "you-"

"-I'm sorry, but please let me answer it for you." The purple-haired girl next to her suddenly stretched out her hand to stop the peach-haired girl and took a step forward. "Hello, sorry for the interruption, I hope you can listen patiently to our explanation. Let me introduce myself first, this one is the sister of M6 and R5, and I am the personality correction program of M6, you can call me M6-2. ”

"Personality modification procedures?" I retold it mechanically, taking a closer look at this "creature" that was a living creature that called itself a "programme" at all times. How well has robotics been developed now?

"You are the son of He Ningning and Ayare, 17 years old this year, if this information is correct, I believe you will also agree that we are not mistaken. We're here to find M6's older brother, R5, ah, by the way, R5 looks like this. ”

M6-2 took a step back and waved his hand toward the empty hallway, summoning a life-size hologram as if by magic. This image is the man holding the flower yesterday.

However, what surprised me was that the M6-2 didn't seem to be using any equipment, the image seemed to appear completely out of thin air, and I didn't wear any items carrying smart chips, so why could I read the information, is this a new technology?

"He was here yesterday, but he's gone soon." I tried to pretend not to be surprised

"Yesterday?" The two girls spoke in unison.

"Yes, it was about this time yesterday, I stood at the door for a while, asked the time, and then left, I don't know anything else. Well, so if there's nothing else to do, I'll close the door first. ”

I wanted to end the conversation as quickly as possible, and I had no interest in knowing the ins and outs of it all, and I had no intention of spending time on it.

"I'm sorry, please wait a minute."

The purple-haired girl waved her hand again, and the holographic projection turned into a floating frame, densely packed with a bunch of graphics that I couldn't read.

"It's an error." The Personality Correction Program said to M6.

"A one-day error." Muttered, M6 covering her eyes with her hands in frustration.

"The records show that it's no longer 'on the line,' and we haven't caught up."

"Hmm...... Then I'll close the door first, and you guys will go. I said, preparing to close the wooden door inside.

"Wait," M6 shouted, "this has to be settled by you, and now on, you're going to—"

I ignored her and closed the door anyway.

Getting into trouble less is an important lesson I have accumulated in my short life.

"Hey! Don't be silly! You don't have a choice! "Outside the door, the M6 still hasn't given up.

This was followed by M6-2's calm and restrained voice, but the words were equally absurd: "Unfortunately, this is a must, you have no choice. ”

I continued to walk to my room, not wanting such an unrelated person to ruin my sleep.

"You've been involved! Got it? ”

"It's complicated to explain the principle, but the reality is that if you refuse our request, you're going to disappear."

They are still trying to talk to me.

"R5 must have gone back in time by now, time is running out! We must find your biological father before he takes your mother. We will explain the specific situation to you in detail later, in short, you must be clear,

If you don't cooperate with us, your mother won't give birth to you, and the redundant data that you will become into this world will be excluded from the main axis timeline, that is, you won't exist in this world. ”

It's pitiful, it's pretty to look good, but it's a pity that it's two neuropaths. I sighed as I opened the door.

"You can't escape."

This time, the voice came from the room. The two of them were standing inside.

"I've said it all, you don't have a choice."