The churning in Mo Jingting's heart can't be seen on the surface, but the Yike can be recognized at a glance, just like the intelligent voice system on Mo Yiming's Hongqi car.

"Jingting, are you okay?" Aunt Rou asked with concern.

"I'm fine, Aunt Rou, go on." Mo Jingting's words were answered very quickly.

Aunt Rou looked at Mo Jingting carefully, and then looked at Yike, who didn't have any instructions, and nodded silently.

"Okay." Aunt Rou sighed, "Your father Mo Xiaobei was indeed a little reckless back then, and when we learned the news of his accident, it was already a few days later. Of course, your mother knew about it first-time. ”

"Aunt Rou, about Mo Xiaobei, I don't want to know too specific, if you can, I think you can tell me about her or me directly." Mo Jingting interrupted Aunt Rou.

"It's fine." Aunt Rou looked at Mo Jingting, "Your mother has postpartum depression, and it is very serious. Especially when it comes to learning about your father's two ailments and your own, it becomes even more devastating. ”

Mo Jingting was silent, and her grandmother closed her eyes, only her brows would squeeze from time to time.

Aunt Rou continued: "Yueyun later brought you to find Mr. Leng, hoping to save you. Mr. Leng weighed it again and again, you don't know, the technology was just out at that time, so it was not very stable, and no one knew what the consequences would be. ”

"So, am I a robot now?" Mo Jingting suddenly asked.

Aunt Rou was stunned when she heard this.

Grandma also suddenly opened her eyes and looked at Mo Jingting, and then looked at Yike Yike and gave a reassuring look.

"No... No, you're more advanced than a robot," Aunt Rou said in a trembling voice.

Mo Jingting was stunned, staring intently at Aunt Rou, expecting her to continue.

"We have taken your own genes and used special materials to create a body for you that can change with age like a human being, which is what you are now, how perfect you are."

Mo Jingting asked puzzledly: "Since you say that it is more advanced than robots, where is the advanced level, am I still me?" If my thoughts came from, I didn't think it was any different than that weird sickness. ”

Aunt Rou said: "Originally, you were placed in a special sleep box, which can ensure that you will not be tortured by illness, the sleep box is connected to the server, your consciousness can enter the bionic simulation system, and your body is like a mobile phone, you can receive consciousness injection, when the body message, you are living in this reality and can feel everything, when the body wakes up, you will enter another strange world for you." ”

"So, the medicine you gave me was to try to keep me in this real world." Mo Jingting said.

"Yes."

"But now that I'm dead, what's going on with my mind now?"

"That's why we came to see you, to give you a radical surgery, to implant the digital consciousness into your body." Aunt Rou paused, "Actually, I arranged the person who tied you up that night, and it was just a small test, so don't feel strange that you know how to do this." ”

Mo Jingting was silent for a long time.

......

"She's always been by my physical side, hasn't she?" Mo Jingting asked.

Aunt Rou couldn't help but be quite moved, and said, "Yes, how can there be a mother in this world who doesn't love her children." ”

Grandma coughed dryly.

Aunt Rou continued: "After your mother saw you who had just been shaped, she felt scared, like seeing a monster, she didn't know if this was still her own daughter, it was difficult for her to accept you like this. Fortunately, I kept restraining myself until you were ten years old, when your physical body suddenly fainted, and you could no longer restrain yourself. ”

Mo Jingting finally knew what it was like to feel that her soul was always in a small box.

The long-stranded song came to her ears again, hazy and mournful, the same children's song she had hummed on the long street until the hotel. Listening to it this time, it is particularly heart-wrenching. It turned out that the song was always sung by her mother for herself, and it had always been her who had disappeared her inner fear and cut off the thorns in her heart.

Mo Jingting's world began to be like an illusion given by the sky again, and she couldn't tell the difference between day and night.

I feel like I am quietly in this corner, like putting my soul in a small wooden box, quietly combing through the sad past and scattered thoughts, like waves hitting the brain wave after wave, and then a wordless beauty makes her at a loss, just like the words of ink, exuding a graceful feeling.

The song that lingered in my ears began to become low, and in a trance, like the fragrance of another world, it trembled gently in the light rain. Bathed in the quiet and hazy Sanskrit singing, suddenly, those thick ink traces made Mo Jingting start to be afraid, afraid to pick up her memories, and even more afraid that she would lose the sustenance in her heart when she was lonely.

This sustenance has always been the mother, and now, it is really gone.

At this time, Aunt Rou, Grandma and Yike were all stunned.

Because, tears appeared in the corners of Mo Jingting's eyes.

Mo Jingting felt extremely sad and sad, she asked: "Aunt Rou, mother, has she always hummed a children's song for me, which has been haunting my ears." ”

Aunt Rou was touched by her tears, moved to the position of Mo Yiming next to her, grabbed Mo Jingting's hand tightly, and said: "Yes, your mother only stays by your physical dormant box, composes her own nursery rhymes, and transforms the box into a cradle, shaking and singing, and then crying softly, it is really heart-wrenching to watch, but Aunt Rou can't help it, even Mr. Leng can't take care of it." ”

After speaking, Aunt Rou let out a long sigh.

Grandma's eyes gradually turned a little red, but her face remained the same, and her eyes with a little red still showed a ruthlessness.

All the misunderstandings were finally revealed, and Mo Jingting couldn't help but recite the children's song.

Word by word, hoarse.

It's a long road

With a wisp of melancholy

No matter where

Worrying

Earnestly admonished

Show you the maze and cut away the thorns

When you raise your eyes

I am Hao Hao Mingyue

When you hang your head

I am the reckless earth

If the wind

If it rains

If frost

Cold snow on the temples

Ruoqiu

Ruoxia

Ruo Fanghua

The years have become stars and tears

Your cradle

It seems to be at the edge of the tide

Your sorrows

Seems to be by my side

......

After the nursery rhyme was hummed, the whole living room was quiet for a while.

Grandma spoke: "Jingting, I will have an experimental base with my grandmother, and I want to completely eradicate your disease." This way, you don't have to worry about forgetting to take your medicine and getting sick. ”

Aunt Rou said: "Yes, Jingting, your grandmother has high hopes for you, there are many things in this life, and after doing it, I realized that I may not be like this, but when I woke up, some things were already involuntarily, and I wanted to do something to be redeemed or redeemed." ”

Aunt Rou's voice began to tremble, "Forget it, what are you talking about, it's important to cure your illness." ”

Mo Jingting looked at Yike, and a strange look leaked from her eyes.

"She's not like you, she's just an artificial intelligence robot, but you're a human gene and the world's most advanced biotechnology," Grandma explained. ”

Mo Jingting retracted her gaze and followed her grandmother and Aunt Rou out of the villa.

Grandma told Mo Jingting that it would take a long time to treat the disease this time.

Mo Jingting listened, turned her head to look at the villa in front of her and fell into contemplation, and many grinding memories began to come back.

She thought of the dream of the bird of paradise, the scene where Bai Rong feasted and said goodbye to the big guy with wine, and the frolicking with Mo Jingting in the past, and her mother kissing her forehead for the first time, everything was familiar and began to become distant.

In a moment, Mo Jingting understood that there were too many things she had to say goodbye to, and she Yanran had become a new thing.

Those reluctant years finally melted into tears.

Finally, she snuggled up in Aunt Rou's arms and got into the car, and the car left the villa area and drove to the area that Mo Jingting was looking forward to and unfamiliar with.