Chapter 4 Wishes
A few days later, the Yan couple took Xiaozhen and his sister to attend the funeral of Liu Xingquan's father.
At the funeral, Liu Xingquan had a blank expression on his face and held his mother's hand tightly.
Xiao Zhen's parents were surrounded by a group of people. From time to time, someone smiled at Xiao Zhen and his sister. The smile contained the same flattery, "Boss Yan , your two children are so good-looking. They look smart."
"Hey, these two troublemakers are actually very naughty, they just pretend in front of others."
Everyone was respectful and eagerly gathered around the four members of the Yan family. Father Yan seemed to be the object of respect and worship for all visitors. The protagonists of the funeral, Liu Xingquan and his mother Luo Qingxi, stood far away in the corner, almost forgotten.
Xiao Zhen secretly observed them. Liu Xingquan inherited his good looks from his mother Luo Qingxi. Next to the wreath, Luo Qingxi's beautiful face was lowered, staring motionlessly at the portrait of Liu Xingquan's father Liu Ruiguo. The noise from the outside world seemed to have nothing to do with her. Her slender hand held Liu Xingquan's hand, as if that was the only bond connecting the world.
Father Liu looked just like his name, Liu Ruiguo. He looked ordinary in the photo. Compared with his widow Luo Qingxi, he even looked a little too rough. Originally, it was just an ordinary funeral until the Yan family couple showed up.
When he followed Yan's father into the funeral hall, the overwhelming human emotions flooded into Xiao Zhen's brain. Passively or actively receiving the superficial emotions of humans is its inherent skill. But the spiritual tide of too many people would only make Xiao Zhen's head ache. He had to actively shut down most of the detection functions. After that, his headache eased, and the surging tide turned into a thin stream, which was a mixture of respect, envy and awe. People were all looking at his father.
Liu Xingquan and Xiaozhen looked into each other's eyes. Xiaozhen always thought that human faces were very strange. Even if he didn't investigate, most humans would have subtle changes in expression on their faces. At this time, Liu Xingquan had a blank expression on his face, not revealing a single emotion, and then he turned his eyes away.
Xiao Zhen concentrated his mind and probed the invisible transparent tentacles into Liu Xingquan's brain. He was always confused by Liu Xingquan's sudden loss of control that day. But Liu Xingquan built a steel wall in his mind, hard and solid, hiding all his deep consciousness. Xiao Zhen's consciousness tentacles lingered beside the wall for a while. It was not that he could not forcefully break into Liu Xingquan's deep consciousness. But this intrusion would undoubtedly bring physical pain to Liu Xingquan. Xiao Zhen thought about it and withdrew his exploration.
At the moment, he was just a little curious and didn't want to make any noise.
The funeral hall was filled with a buzz of conversation.
People's attention was focused on Yan's father and mother, forming a circle around them. Sometimes cruel laughter could be heard from the talking crowd. Whenever this happened, Luo Qingxi's hands would suddenly tighten, making them look even more bony, like white bones.
They didn't stay for too long. Too many irrelevant people approached and tried to get close to him, which made Yan's father uncomfortable. Before leaving, Xiaozhen followed her parents to present a bouquet of flowers to Liu Ruiguo in the ice coffin.
Due to certain circumstances, he once briefly lived in a corpse. These creatures would temporarily inhabit a corpse when they had no other choice, and as long as the corpse did not rot, they could create the illusion that the dead were resurrected.
If I could leave Yan Zhen's body, transfer to Liu's father's body and crawl out of the freezer, how would Liu Xingquan and his mother react?
Is it ecstasy or fear?
Xiao Zhen stopped his wild thoughts. This assumption was not interesting. Even if Liu Xingquan and his mother were ecstatic, it would not last long. He could not stop the body from decaying naturally. The loss of life was irreversible, and the dead body would return to dust.
At the end, Xiaozhen heard Yan's mother say to Luo Qingxi: "Qingxi, do you want to go to work in the company? This way, you and Liu Xingquan will have someone to take care of you." Yan's father nodded on the side.
From Xiaozhen's angle, she couldn't see Luo Qingxi's expression. Liu Xingquan, who was standing next to her, slowly turned his head to the side, as if he didn't want anyone to see his emotions. The boy's slender body was tense, and the veins on his body were exposed as he held his mother's hand.
Luo Qingxi shook his head.
Her refusal did not surprise the Yan family. On the way back, Yan's mother said that Luo Qingxi was just like that, and asked Yan's father to find a chance to secretly help the orphan and widow. Yan's father nodded, and he suddenly said: "I always feel that Lao Liu..."
"What's wrong?"
"It's nothing, maybe I'm just overthinking..." Father Yan looked at his two children in the rearview mirror and ended the topic of the Liu family.
Captain Spotted, its host body is a chicken.
It was not an adult rooster, but rather a chick that had just shed its down and grown feathers. Xiao Zhen believed that this was the reason why the Yan family had given up the desire to slaughter it and stew it.
Captain Madara modified his chicken host so it's a flying chicken.
Xiao Zhen felt that this was probably not the reason why Yan's parents agreed to let him raise a chicken as a pet. After thinking about it, the only possibility was to wait for the chicken to grow fat and make soup.
Because the aunt at home would pick up the chicken and weigh it whenever she had nothing to do. Every time the chicken gained a little weight, a wonderful smile would appear on her face.
Captain Madara obviously has no sense of crisis.
At this moment, the chicken was jumping up and down in Xiaozhen's room, flying around with the towel in its mouth.
"I'm going to make myself a comfortable bed," announced the chicken.
Xiao Zhen said, "You've been tossing and turning all night. What does a chicken need to sleep on? It can be solved with a few pieces of grass."
Captain Madara stopped at the top of the bookshelf, laid out the towel, and jumped, as if he was finally satisfied. "Tell your sister to stay out of your room!"
"She's just a harmless young human."
"She has an excessive curiosity!! Keep your sister at least three meters away from me! I hate children!!"
Xiao Zhen ignored it, opened the exercise book, and began to practice calligraphy. School would start in about twenty days. He checked Yan Zhen's subsequent homework, which was very simple and elementary. The only thing that required some effort was writing. After several days of repeated training, Xiao Zhen's handwriting still looked like dog crawling. Perhaps his body's proficiency was originally very low. Although strictly speaking, Xiao Zhen could control his body to write beautiful words that were exactly the same as the copybook, the mental energy consumed by writing ten words was roughly equivalent to running ten laps around the playground at high speed. Xiao Zhen didn't want to fail at writing, a trivial skill of human beings, so now he could only practice honestly.
He spread out the paper and copied the characters one by one. In the Galaxy where everything has been computerized, physical writing is rarely used. It is really wonderful to write the characters one by one on paper with a pen. The most important sign that intelligent life forms have begun to create civilization is the creation of characters. This is the miracle of life.
Xiao Zhen breathed a sigh of relief, held up the exercise book, and carefully examined the page of words. During the writing process, his heart was as calm as water, his breath was steady, and the pen seemed to have become one with him. This kind of writing emphasizes the pen holding and strokes, the five fingers are in the heart, the mind follows the pen, and the virtual and the real complement each other. This country says that the handwriting is like the person, and the words follow the mind. Given time, he will definitely be able to write——
"Ugly! Tsk tsk, it's so ugly!" The chicken perched on his head and screamed.
“Get out of here!!”
Unlike Liu Xingquan, the chicken was a source of noise that was always noisy. Captain Ban was definitely the most talkative type among creatures of their kind. After Xiao Zhen patiently copied a page of calligraphy stroke by stroke, she rushed over with a roll of tape, wrapped it around the chicken's mouth a few times, and tied a knot.
(Will this work? We can communicate using brain waves!) Captain Madara, with his mouth sealed, jumped around and continued to harass Xiaozhen with brain waves.
"At least it can give me some peace of mind in form," Xiao Zhen replied. He began to organize Yan Zhen's bookshelf and drawers, looking through Yan Zhen's old notebooks.
He knew too little about this host, so he could only continue to collect traces left by Yan Zhen in the past to slowly fill in the gaps.
Yan Zhen's original handwriting was not very neat, and it was barely readable. It didn't seem too difficult to use the original handwriting of the host Yan Zhen as a target.
There was a half-new notebook in the drawer. In addition to class notes, there were also some doodles of little people. These were the results of the doodles of the former host Yan Zhen when he was slacking off in class. In his opinion, the host Yan Zhen's drawings were quite interesting.
He recognized Liu Xingquan from the graffiti, because the little man had "Quan" written on his head, and he was reading a book seriously. There was another little man with "Cui" written on his head, and this should be Cui Mingzhi, who was mentioned by his sister. He was another friend of the same age as the host Yan Zhen. On these pages, the host Yan Zhen carefully drew a battle between the little man Cui Mingzhi and the little man Liu Xingquan. The two sides should have fought from the sky to the ground. In the end, Cui Mingzhi beat Liu Xingquan and tore the book to pieces, and Liu Xingquan cried and begged for mercy.
…
Turning over this page, there is a long-haired girl in the middle of the next page. The host Yan Zhen did not mark who she is. Judging from her hairstyle, she is not Xiao Zhen's sister Yan Zhu.
“Ugly children’s graffiti.”
"If you live in this body, you may not be able to draw better than him." Xiao Zhen closed his notebook. After flipping through it for a long time, he only found a string of QQ numbers in the notebook. QQ is the most commonly used instant messaging software in this country. Judging from the default QQ number on the computer, this is the host Xiao Zhen's account.
The current problem is that Xiaozhen doesn’t know the password.
If we can access his QQ account, we can get a clearer picture of Yan Zhen's social life. Xiao Zhen looked at the pop-up QQ window for a while and clicked "Retrieve Password".
A web page popped up in the middle of the screen, prompting you to answer security questions to retrieve your password.
First question: [What is your mother's name? ]
This question is very simple. Xiao Zhen quickly typed in the word "An Yuan".
Second question: [What is your favorite food? ]
This question is not difficult. Xiaozhen asked her aunt at home, and she entered yellow peach.
The third question: [What is your wish? ]
Xiaozhen: ...
The chicken jumped onto the table, tilted its head and looked at it for a while and said, "I know this thing. You can change the password by verifying it with your phone."
"But I'm curious about my host's wish." Xiao Zhen said, looking at the empty answer box.
"ha?"
"I'm very curious. I want to know what kind of person he is and I want to help him fulfill his wish."
"I didn't expect you to be so kind."
Just think of it as rent for using this body. He likes his current place of residence very much, and he also likes the family of the host Xiaozhen. Humans are intelligent creatures with rich emotions. It is this subtle and delicate complex emotion that makes the Homo sapiens society so beautiful and colorful. When attending the funeral of Liu Xingquan's father, looking at Liu Xingquan and Luo Qingxi, he suddenly realized how much shock and pain Yan Zhen's brain death would bring to the Yan family once it was revealed. He couldn't bring Yan Zhen's brain back to life. Even if he played Xiaozhen to maintain the peace of the family, he still couldn't deny that he had stolen everything from the host Yan Zhen. At least he could fulfill Yan Zhen's wish.
But now only God knows what the host Xiaozhen’s wish is.
Xiao Zhen stared at the screen. Generally speaking, what would humans wish for?
So he typed "I want to live forever."
An error warning box popped up on the screen.
Xiao Zhen: “Tsk.”
The chicken shouted, "Just think about it and you know it's impossible! Look at me!" The chicken spread its wings, and with a creaking sound, its left claw twisted and deformed, splitting into several slender and flexible toes. This is one of the advantages of this kind of creature, to transform the host's body according to needs.
Now Captain Ban's paws were as nimble as the hands of a primate. He jumped to the keyboard and quickly typed a line of words: "I want many wives."
An error warning box popped up on the screen.
Xiao Zhen said: "This is what you can tell is impossible just by thinking about it!"
Chicken said seriously: "After watching all kinds of human movies and TV dramas over the years, I now understand the species of Homo sapiens men very well. Every Homo sapiens male actually has a subconscious desire to have a harem."
"Please wake up, my host is still a minor." Xiao Zhen pushed away the keyboard.
"Guessing like this won't work," said the chicken. "If you really need it, I can find a way to hack the answer out."
Xiaozhen shook her head and clicked on the mobile phone verification to retrieve the password.
"Don't you want to know the answer?"
"Yan Zhen's wish, I want to find the answer myself." Xiao Zhen replied. Just now he suddenly had a strange feeling, as if some strong emotion drove him to do this. Maybe this was the residual consciousness of Yan Zhen after his brain death. When he turned back to explore the source, Yan Zhen's brain was empty, with nothing in it.
The boy lowered his head and kicked a stone away.
Five minutes left.
His palms were a little wet, with an uneasy warmth. The boy rubbed his hands on his clothes. It was a loose school uniform, with a washed-out collar. He put his hand into his pocket and quickly took it out. It was easy to leave black marks on the seams when putting your hand in your pocket, and his family would scold him again if they saw it.
Three minutes left.
He stared at his sneakers and thought that the way he tied his shoelaces was really ugly.
One minute left.
The boy re-tied his shoelaces, but he was still not satisfied, which did not look good.
A bicycle bell rang behind him. The boy stood up and got on his bicycle.
He controlled his speed and slightly pressed the brake valve. Several female students rode up to him. They were wearing the same high school uniform as the boy. "What a coincidence!" A female student shouted when she saw him.
The boy nodded as a greeting, his eyes lingered on one of the girls for a moment and then moved away immediately, as fast as a mosquito that touches him hungrily and then flees.
The girl was half a car space behind him. Even though she was behind the boy, he could still picture every bit of her in his mind. Her round cheeks, her slightly pouty lips, her almond-shaped eyes, her eyelashes shining in the sun. She was Luo Qingxi.
She used to be a very small girl, and in the blink of an eye, she changed her appearance in spring, summer, autumn and winter, and then became a high school girl in the same class as now. Luo Qingxi was behind the boy, and her breath and the breeze passed through the boy's red ears and fiddled with the treetops.
The boy pressed the brake valve with his thumb, slowing down slightly. Luo Qingxi appeared beside him. The rising sun hung above her head, and her ponytail was dancing with bright gold.
The girl said, "Your shoelaces are loose."
"ah?"
Luo Qingxi smiled: "Yan An, your shoelaces are loose!"
The boy looked down and found that the shoelace on his left foot had completely untied. He stopped his bike with a red face and bent down to tie his shoelaces. The high school girls' bicycles passed by him mercilessly, leaving only crisp laughter in the air.
