The table is opposite the viewing window, and the inner wall of the dead tree forms a semi-cylindrical space, which does not feel cramped. As for the low stool under the table, it is carved according to the natural protrusion of the heart of the dead tree, which is full of natural wilderness and is very comfortable, reflecting first-class design and craftsmanship.

Sitting on a stool, the table was level with Ronan's chest, slightly taller for him, but for an adult, it should be a more comfortable position in a narrow space.

When Ronan sat here, his elbows resting on the table, and in front of the left was the circular base of the electronic photo frame, and with a slight swipe, the light of the projection area pushed away the surrounding darkness, showing the appearance of his mother leaning against a tree and smiling.

Ronan looked at him in a daze, looking at the eyebrows and eyes that were vaguely close to him, but more bright and sharp, and the finger pointing at the camera seemed to greet him - well, not the usual "hello" or the like, but more like "come on, catch up"!

Maintaining the posture of sitting on the platform, Ronan's mind inexplicably diverged again. He suddenly thought, back then, why did the guy who had been hiding here for an unknown number of years keep this electronic photo frame? And right in the most conspicuous place?

Every night, in the deep darkness, is that person also like he is now, in the glimmer of the projection, receiving the smile and encouragement from a long time ago?

Ronan's heart twitched violently, and it even drained most of his strength, so that he didn't want to think about anything anymore, and he didn't hold up anymore, letting his body collapse, his chin resting on the back of his hand on the desk, still looking at his mother's bright smile, and not minding his mind continuing to slip in a hazy drowsiness.

In this way, the distance between time may be shortened, the barrier between life and death should be distorted, and there will no longer be a division between reality and nothingness between him and his mother. He can make an open and honest request to his mother:

"Give me, just a little hint, okay? Actually, I'm very smart......"

Mother in the light, still that smile. Ronan stared blankly, and at some point, the swaying water and fog blocked the way, blurring the outline of the image.

Ronan's mind darkened in the blurred light.

He hadn't had a good rest for almost a hundred hours. In Hanjo, he is under the double pressure of a tight time and a powerful enemy; In the wasteland, he wrestled wrestling with his grandfather's laboratory and the two transcendent species of Luo Yuan and the True God; In the mist labyrinth, he did high-precision repair and improvement work on the ambush circle......

He had indeed reached his limit, so in the blurring of the light and shadow of life and death, in the small space where he seemed to still retain his mother's breath, the tide of emotions finally overflowed the high ground of his will and swept him into a dark sleep.

I don't know how long it took, but the sound of a thud came to his ears, giving Ronan a stimulus and waking him up. Despite the noise, there were no signs of crisis, and Ronan was still lying on his desk, his mind still a little sluggish, but the mental induction naturally mapped the situation of the relevant target into his mind.

"Jerry?"

Well, it's Xie Junping's godson, his eldest nephew, the muskrat who has an extraordinary interest in the tree cavity space. Small things often walk through the hollows of the trees, and they seem to use it as a base of activity, and they love cleanliness and hate to keep the place spotless.

At first, Ronan and Xie Junping suspected that there were people living in the tree hole, and installed a camera, so they caught this little thing. There was also a protracted "big war" between Xie Junping and the little thing, which ended with Jerry's surrender to Raven.

Whether it's Ronan or Xie Junping, they all want to figure out the physiological or psychological mechanism of Jerry's connection with the tree hole space, but in the end, they can't do it. I only know that Xiaojia's IQ is outstanding among its peers, coupled with the athletic ability that far surpasses its peers, there is a bit of a possibility of distortion. However, after a few months, it has long been proved that it has a mild temperament, and various anti-epidemic injections have been taken all over it, and it is not the slightest threat.

The muskrat's habit of building holes is partly reflected in Jerry's care of the space of the tree hole. Generally speaking, there will be two exits to the muskrat cave, one underwater and one on the shore. Jerry dug an outlet at the bottom of the tree hole to the lake below the sandbar, and even if he was more familiar with the gears, he would not go through the dangerous area of the underwater promenade, but from the waterway.

The nearly 10-meter-long diagonal tunnel, even during the flood season, one-third is above the water level. Jerry jumped in from the water, running and flung all the way, and by the time he reached the hollow of the tree, his fur was almost half-dry. Rao was like this, and it still shivered wildly on the stone steps at the bottom of the tree hole, until the water droplets were almost shaken off, and then climbed up the stone steps.

The little guy's sense is very keen, in the rest room on the first floor of the tree hole, he felt that something was wrong, he lowered his body and shrank back, but soon judged the familiar breath, relaxed again, shook his fat body, and went straight up to the second floor of the tree hole.

Ronan didn't care about such a chance encounter, and similar meetings were not once or twice, but Jerry saw Ronan look quite excited, rushed directly over his head, hit the inner tree wall and then folded back, regardless of the half-wet and half-dry fur, rubbed Ronan's calf fiercely.

Having a lively little thing by your side is much better than being alone and bored. Ronan hooked the corners of his mouth, although he was still pressed by the depressed emotion, lying on the table and unwilling to get up, he also lowered a hand and scratched the little guy twice.

Otherwise, the half-wet and half-dry fur doesn't feel as good as when it's usually dry and fluffy. Ronan saw that Jerry still wanted to rub against him, and a layer of blue and white lightning flashed between his fingers, stabbing the little guy with a spirit, and the long prickly hairs exploded.

If the fur gets wet, the resistance will definitely drop greatly, and the damage when the current passes through will be stronger. However, Ronan controls it very well, interfering with the electromagnetic configuration to create a temporary physical structure that is almost insulated, and when a strong current passes through, there is no effect except for the increase in temperature. On the contrary, with the plucking of Ronan's palms, it turned into a warm breeze, and Jerry's fur quickly became fluffy and dry under this combing.

Such a method also proves that Ronan's few days of special training in Hancheng have achieved remarkable results.

Jerry knew that Ronan wouldn't hurt it, that is, when the current was shuttling, he was quiet for a few seconds, and when his body was dry, he rubbed his trouser leg and begged for a hug.

In the life circle of the little one, the first target of awe and intimacy is, of course, Raven, perhaps because of the first introducer? Secondly, Ronan is similar to Cat's Eye, and usually Cat's Eye spends more time with it, but Ronan is obviously affected by Raven's radiation effect. As for the little guy's "father" Xie Junping, it is already very good to be ranked fourth.

But at the moment, Ronan really didn't want to move, and only used his fingertips to caress the short skull of the little thing.

After a while, Jerry probably figured out Ronan's state, so he took the initiative, grabbed Ronan's pants and borrowed a little strength, jumped onto the low stool, Ronan's back, jumped down from his right shoulder, and landed right on the empty table where Ronan's right arm was hanging, showing agility that was not commensurate with his fat body and even most of his kind.

How big is the table? Jerry is more than 20 centimeters long, and he is very fat, even if his tail is thrown out and his body is curled, it also occupies a small half of the space, and the long prickly hairs cut across Ronan's cheeks and even the corners of his eyes, forcing him to move back, and it is natural to break his work, and it is impossible to lie on the table anymore.

"Tsk, you ......"

Ronan said half of the words, but he was still not really angry. Now he couldn't lie on his stomach, but he didn't have much strength, his left elbow was still on the table, supporting his cheek, and his hanging right hand was raised, and he pressed Jerry twice on his head, and his fingertips could feel the friction between the flesh and the skull of the little one.

Jerry has rough skin and thick meat, so he doesn't care at all, and even makes a snoring sound in his throat, which is quite comfortable.

With such a cute person, Ronan's mood has improved a little, and his subordinates have softened a lot. At this time, the little guy was not exciting enough, and his curled body swayed back and forth, without stopping, and his tail of equal length also crackled.

"Good, Jerry." Ronan pressed the little guy's head on the table with a slight push, and motioned for him to be honest, "Be polite!" Look, this is in front of my mother's eyes, well, what do you call it? ”

Ronan was distracted and pondered the question of the title, Jerry took the opportunity to exert his strength, his eyes rolled a few times, and finally saw the projection photo on the side, and there was a low "cooing" sound in his throat, and the fat body stood up, only supported by relatively strong hind limbs, and his short front paws poked out, as if he wanted to play with the light and shadow area in front of him.

Mother's photo, that is absolutely not to be touched. Ronan pressed Jerry's head again, and the little guy's fat body almost couldn't keep his balance, swaying left and right, and almost fell off the table. Rao is like this, its front paws are still scratched, and the throat "squeaks" and "coo" endlessly.

"Be obedient, or I'll throw you out!"

Ronan's tone was a little harsh, and Jerry immediately stopped and stood obediently, his front paws moving less. In this way, Ronan found that Jerry's action and posture were not enough for photos, but seemed to be bigger, and he was pointing and writing and drawing in the middle, which was full of humanity.

Belch...... It's imitating me!

Ronan kind of understood, the little guy had a bad eye, saw the projection area of the electronic photo frame, and felt that it was too small, which was different from the virtual workspace that Ronan usually used, and was directing him to zoom in.

But isn't the little one's memory too good? Haven't you shown it a few times?

Forget it, Ronan should coax the child. The electronic photo frame on the table is old-fashioned, and it is impossible to enlarge the projection area, so Ronan copes with the errand and mobilizes external neurons to open up his virtual workspace.

The adaptive function of the projection software is very powerful, detecting that the rear area is in an arc, and it will automatically adjust, which is perfectly embedded in the sunken space of the tree wall, and the boundary is tightly closed, without the slightest interference from special space, which looks quite pleasing to the eye.

"How's it going, comfortable?"

Ronan scratched the back of Jerry's head again, and under the long prickly hairs, the undercoat was soft and gentle, and it felt excellent to the touch. The latter also stopped, obediently reverted to a crawling and curled posture, only raised his head, and looked at the image of the work area, little by little, very pleasant, and seemed to be very focused.

The images in the virtual workspace, or the psychic diagram and the configuration plan, are all complicated and cumbersome, and God knows what the little guy can see.

Ronan's fingers followed Jerry's head up and down, occasionally bobbing back and forth, only to find it funny: "Look at this appearance, I will call you the mouse in the future!" ”

Jerry made a "cooing" sound in his throat, his head was still swinging up and down, left and right, and Ronan wanted to pull it twice, but after a long time, he felt that the temperature of the little guy's undercoat had changed significantly......

Got a fever?