Chapter 172
Xi Yanxin grabbed the clothes on her chest, trying her best to endure the pain of suffocation.
Here it comes again...is that person?
The first time she had this feeling was when her father met the young man named Muzhe outside the door. When he was standing outside the door and talking, Xi Yanxin felt severe suffocation and pain, which later even caused her to have another attack.
After that, twice a day, morning and evening, she could feel this pain as if she was being strangled by countless ropes, but the pain was much milder than the first time, perhaps because the man was just passing by not far away and did not get close.
But every time after the pain passed, her physical condition would get better. It was a very subtle change. If she had not known every part of her body so well during the long-term illness, she would not have noticed this change so clearly. Little by little, Xi Yanxin has not had an attack for many days recently, and she even has the energy to say a few more words to her parents every day.
Xi Yanxin had not told her parents about her strange feelings about that person and the changes in his condition, but kept them in her heart. She was looking forward to meeting that person, but she was also afraid of the intense pain that would inevitably occur when she came into close contact with him, and she was also afraid that the person would not be what she imagined.
Xi Zhenhai was a trustworthy man, and he did not tell anyone that Rong Yuan had impersonated Mu Zhe. But Xi Yanxin was absolutely sure that the man she had never met was not the Mu Zhe she had known as a child.
——Who is he? What does he want to do? Why does he cause his disease to change?
I don't know why, even though they didn't say a word, Xi Yanxin felt that she was full of trust in the person whose real name she didn't even know. She subconsciously wanted to protect him and didn't want others to know his specialness. Even the pain caused by him became a kind of sweet communication in her heart.
——Today he seemed to have stood downstairs for a long time. Was he worried about something? Or was he too tired from work? Did he know I existed?
Thinking of this, Xi Yanxin's face quietly flushed, and she completely ignored the news that her father and mother were talking about about a big shot being assassinated.
Rong Yuan opened his fingers slightly, and the spinning string force was like a tiny, invisible scalpel, passing through obstacles such as walls, wooden doors, and windows, cutting off the black threads wrapped around the girl's soul one by one. Because he was afraid of accidentally hurting that fragile soul, he had to operate very carefully, just like hitting a mouse in a porcelain shop. If you are not careful, you will not hit the mouse, but will cause irreparable damage to the exquisite porcelain.
The entangled black silk was like a cancer growing on a person's body. If it was allowed to grow, it would only devour the person completely, but it would also bring pain when it was cut off. Every time a black silk was broken, the frail soul trembled slightly. After a dozen seconds, it seemed that she had reached the limit of what she could bear. Rong Yuan retracted the string force and sighed slightly.
According to the agreement between him and Todd, he would soon go to the upper deck and try to contact Mapu or even Suka. Before leaving, he had to find a way to cure Xi Zhenhai's daughter's illness. Otherwise, when he left, Heisi would suddenly counterattack without restraint and might take the girl's life in an instant.
When Rong Yuan returned to the 22nd floor, the shopping center delivered his purchases at the agreed time. An unmanned medium-sized floating truck was parked outside the corridor railings. A robot with long arms and legs confirmed Rong Yuan's identity first, and then moved all the items on the truck into the room.
"Ah...Azhe, what is this?" Muter came out wrapped in a scarf and asked at a loss.
Rong Yuan smiled at her soothingly, took off his coat and put it on her, then said, "I helped a big shot by chance today, and I got a bonus of 5,000 star coins. I saw that many things at home were broken, so I bought new ones. I also bought some vegetables and fruits, so you don't have to get up early to go to the vegetable market tomorrow."
"Oh, oh." Muter responded twice in a daze. Seeing the robot carrying boxes home one after another, he couldn't help but say repeatedly: "What a waste! What a waste! You kid, you spend the first bit of money you have. I, an old woman, have no use for these things. It's all a waste. Don't buy them next time. Save the money and marry a good girl."
If a young person buys a lot of things and takes them home with great enthusiasm, he or she will definitely want to be appreciated and praised by his or her family, or to feel satisfied by seeing their happy faces. If he or she hears accusations and complaints such as "waste of money" or "not worth it", he or she will probably be very angry.
But Rong Yuan knew that Muter said this not because she was unhappy, not because she didn't like beautiful new clothes and fresh and delicious food, but because she was used to being poor, so she wanted to spend every penny on the most valuable thing - that is, on him. Her complaint was not a complaint, but love for her son.
Rong Yuan put his arm around her shoulders, his smile became even gentler, and he said in a soft voice, "Okay, okay, I got it. I won't spend money recklessly in the future, and I'll give it all to you to save."
"Hey, that's right." Mu Teer said with satisfaction, and took Rong Yuan's hand to explain: "Mom is not trying to control your spending, but our family's conditions are limited. If you don't save a little, what if you can't take it out when you need it urgently? You are working in the maintenance department now, with a high salary and good benefits. My son is so handsome, there will definitely be girls who like you. But if our family's conditions are too poor, the parents will not feel at ease to marry their daughter to us, right? Mom has to make long-term plans for you..."
"Yeah, I know." Rong Yuan said softly, his eyes shining brightly under the light from the window.
The little robot quickly moved everything in, installed what needed to be installed, and even helped sort the garbage and take it away.
Muter first sorted out all the ingredients and planned what to cook tomorrow morning. Then she touched the newly bought table and chairs, her face full of indescribable love. She sat on the new sofa, smiling as she watched the household robot clean the room very skillfully, cleaning all the sanitary dead corners. Then she looked at her son who was eating beside her, and she felt very satisfied.
Rong Yuan didn't have much budget, so the new robot had a relatively simple function, mainly cleaning and organizing, but even so, it made Muter's job much easier. Originally, the robot's intelligence was relatively low, and it only understood 95% of its master's commands, but after Rong Yuan bought it, Alpha took over the robot's control system, so it was particularly smart and obedient.
Watching the little robot sort out the overcrowded closet and hang new clothes one by one inside, Muter, encouraged by Rong Yuan, changed into a new set of clothes and looked at himself in the mirror again and again. He struggled for a moment and suddenly whispered to Rong Yuan: "Azhe, how about...let's return these clothes?"
Rong Yuan was stunned for a moment and asked, "Don't you like it?"
"Uh... the color is too bright, and the style is too fashionable. It's not suitable for me." Muter avoided his gaze and said awkwardly as if he had made a mistake: "I'm already old, and I still dress so flashy. Isn't it a joke? And it's so expensive... There's really no need to spend this money..."
Rong Yuan remained silent. He was thinking about the real reason why Muter wanted to return the goods.
Don't like it? That's impossible. In the past, a female friend of Rongyuan once said that no matter how old a woman is, what she looks like, or what her personality is, she will always love beauty. Muter's reluctant expression, the fingers that unconsciously stroked the corners of the clothes, and the eyes that lingered on the new clothes all showed how much she liked these clothes.
Not suitable? That's not right either. These clothes were designed for women of Muter's age. With the adjustments in details, they fit her perfectly . She looked ten years younger. Wearing these clothes, Muter's back straightened a little, and she was obviously very satisfied with herself in the mirror.
Is it because it's too expensive? But...aren't home robots more expensive? Doesn't she like that robot very much?
Rong Yuan frowned, a little confused. Although he had a lot of experience, he had always been at a high level, so he didn't understand what ordinary people really thought at this time.
But Muter didn't let Rong Yuan feel confused for too long. She quickly changed back into her old clothes, folded the new clothes and put them back, carefully smoothed out an inconspicuous wrinkle on them, and said to Rong Yuan: "You, you are so old, but you still don't know how to think. Mom is old, what's the point of wearing so fancy clothes? Use the money you get back to buy yourself some nice clothes, so that people won't look down on you when you go to work. Nowadays, people respect you first and then respect others. If you always wear those old clothes, people will look down on you in their hearts without saying it."
Rong Yuan finally understood her thoughts, and he found it funny and sad. He held Muter's hand, squatted in front of her and said, "You can keep these clothes. I've already bought them, and they've adjusted the size according to your size. If you return them, it will be hard for them to sell. Don't worry, I still have money, but I just forgot to buy myself some clothes. I'll buy two nice ones tomorrow, okay? And you don't have to worry about money. Today, because of my meritorious service, my salary has been raised by two levels, and it will get better and better in the future. So, you don't have to worry about these things in the future. Eat what you need, wear what you need, and leave the rest to me."
After hearing his words, Muter looked at Rong Yuan in a daze and suddenly burst into tears.
"What's wrong?" Rong Yuan panicked and asked hurriedly.
"Nothing..." Muter wiped her tears with the corner of her clothes and sobbed, "I just...our Ah Zhe has finally grown up...and become sensible...I...I really am..."
Rong Yuan was stunned for a moment and smiled helplessly.
