Beautiful dreams, puppies, trying each other out.

Chi Xiaochi wrote down the phone numbers of these people and got ready for bed.

Before going to bed, Chi Xiaochi commented to 061: "The body is the capital of the revolution, I'm going to save my wife's money, good night."

061 smiled, "Good night."

Chi Xiaochi said, "By the way, remove your shielding energy."

061: "...... Hmm?"

With his eyes closed, he said, "Zhou Kai will be back in two days. As a fracture patient, I can only perform the form without make-up. If I want to play God, I have to do it in real life."

"You're not afraid of pain?"

"Previously shot martial arts theater was kicked broken ribs, but also have experience. This kind of pain is the pain at that time, Shen Zhangqing this has been recuperating for six or seven days, as long as you don't move around, it won't hurt."

After hearing the reason Chi Xiaochi gave, 061 lost his smile, "...... You don't have to worry about me."

Chi Xiaochi did not move, and after a long time, he closed his eyes and smiled.

Having been with Chi Xiaochi for quite some time now, 061 could not say that he knew all about him, but he could guess what was going on in his mind.

Chi Xiaochi had already studied all the skill cards in the warehouse and categorized them according to their functions and usefulness.

According to his observation, it was impossible for him not to realize that the pain buff function card that could shield pain was the same as the hypnosis card, both of which needed to be redeemed with points in order to be used.

In other words, 061 is shielding Chi Xiaochi from pain, using his own energy.

061 laughed, "...... Just think of me as solar energy to use."

Chi Xiaochi interrupted with a rather exaggerated yawn and pulled the covers up, "Ah, Mr. Solar, I'm going to sleep."

061 Amused, he holds out a book and reads him a poem.

After half an hour, Chi Xiaochi was sound asleep, cuddled up under the covers.

The quilt was a bit too heavy for a patient with a broken bone, and it so happened that in the middle of the night, the central air conditioning had stopped, and water was dripping down from the air conditioning vents.

As soon as the cold air in the room dissipated, Chi Xiaochi couldn't stand the heat and kicked the covers off three times.

061: "......" Ugh.

A few moments later, a young man in white and black pants stood in the middle of the room, and with his hands picked up the quilt from the floor, stacked it to one side first, and then stood in front of the air conditioning vent, pressing his palms against it.

Fluorescent thin white light flowed out from the palm, extending into the air vents, and the shimmering light flew to write down the huge and complicated circuit network of the entire air conditioning system, and quickly launched troubleshooting and repair.

After about a minute, the system resumed functioning, and cold air whipped out, creating a wet mist in his palm.

He withdrew his hand and walked back to the bed, tucking the covers back in for Chi Xiaochi.

Shen Zhangqing was able to catch Zhou Kai's eye, qualified to be his "decoration", a face is naturally very good, but three years of torture, so that this 26-year-old young man in his sleep is also used to frowning.

061 sits down on his side next to the bed, gentlemanly and at a safe distance from Chi Xiaochi, and hovers his hand directly above his chest, quietly mending the broken bones in his body with his own energy.

His eyes flicked to find a corner of paper showing under his pillow.

He touched it out and found that it was a color selfie. Apparently it had been taken with a cell phone, then transferred to a computer and printed in color on A4 paper.

061 It is impossible to imagine the circumstances under which Shen Zhangqing was able to conceal himself from several pairs of prying eyes, turn on the computer, which was forbidden to him, and develop this photo with anxiety amidst the chugging sound of the printer.

His heartbeat was probably no lower than a hundred and eighteen the entire time.

But Shen Zhangqing in the photo is smiling happily, holding Herp's neck and lying on the grass, the sun is just right, the temperature is just right, there are no other extra people, just him and his Herp.

He kept the photo close to him after it was printed, tucking it into his pillow when he slept, carefully caring for this rare and warm memory of three years of hell that was uniquely his.

Seeing the Labrador that spat out its tongue, 061's head felt like it had been pinched violently by a hand, and the data flow, which had been quite stable, was messed up in an instant, with error message after error message popping up, flashing him dizzy.

The photo floated to the ground.

061 held onto the edge of the bed, trying his best to stabilize his breath.

When he was first formatted, the data flow was quite erratic, and he always had similar error reporting conditions.

From time to time, there were fragmented messages running through his mind, but they had neither cause nor effect, or were even just fragments of a few seconds, and could not be put together into even a single complete paragraph.

061 had been annoyed by the debris and had approached 023 to ask if there was any way to deal with this situation.

023 Playing the game machine indicates that you are now a machine. There's no such thing as a broken down machine that can't be fixed with a single knock; if it can't be fixed, knock on it a few more times.

At the time, 061 just thought 023 was joking, "You think I'm a TV."

Remembering the offer now, 061 actually thought it might be worth trying.

061 lifted his hand and said to himself, "Seriously."

When he finished, he clenched his fist and chiseled lightly into his temple twice.

I don't know whether it really worked or not, but the barge of images in front of him actually changed from imaginary to real, and a clean little yellow dog appeared, wagging its tail at him.

He heard a teenager calling the dog's name, sounding a bit like himself, "Buried, come here."

The puppy huffed his wet, black nose and ran at him, wagging his head and tail.

The lively voice of another teenager rang out next to him, "Hey, there's someone else standing here, just kissing him and not me, do you have a conscience."

And at the same time, Chi Xiaochi had a dream about the same dog.

But unlike the dog in 061's memory fragment, it was a dirty, rotten-eyed puppy.

It was late in the afternoon, when the sun's power was about to expire. Chi Xiaochi followed Lou Ying with a cheap chocolate cone, licking it.

Lou Ying looked at him for a moment, pursed her lips and smiled, "You're so delicious okay. Licking around."

Chi Xiaochi didn't listen, and was about to lick the cone in Lou Ying's hand, when his head was turned and he saw at the base of the wall a limp little yellow dog, with dirty locks of fur, and both eyes blind, with mucus thickly covering the eyelids, looking dirty and pitiful.

Chi Xiaochi ran over to him and noticed his belly, which was still slightly undulating, "Ouch, he's still alive."

Ignoring his icy teeth, he swallowed the cone in three swallows and clapped his hands together as he was about to pick up the dog, when Lou Ying tapped him on the shoulder and handed him the cone with only the omelet left in it.

"Eat it for me. The chocolate is a bit mushy." Lou Ying crouched down and rolled up his sleeve, "...... I'll do it."

Chi Xiaochi squatted down next to Lou Ying and ate a bite of her crunchy egg roll, watching Lou Ying gently pet the sickly dog, "How's it going?"

"The body is convulsing, it's too sick." Lou Ying said, "Let's find it a hospital."

Chi Xiaochi said, "Yes. I remember there's a vet hospital just around the corner to the west. It looks expensive to me, though. Do you have any money?"

Lou Ying: "Yes."

Chi Xiaochi was inevitably surprised: "Do you really earn money by collecting junk?"

Lou Ying laughs, "Some of the junk isn't junk, so if you fix it up, you can sell it as used."

He pulled his shirt off and wrapped the puppy's more than trembling body in it, indicating the cone in Chi Xiaochi's hand with a glance, "...... How else would I treat you to such a nice ice cream."

That dream was chocolate flavored.

When Chi Xiaochi woke up, there was still a slight hint of chocolate mixed with egg rolls in her mouth.

He woke up to an empty bedroom and it was still light outside.

But Chi Xiaochi soon realized that there was one more thing in the warehouse in the lower right corner of his data screen.

Chi Xiaochi opened the warehouse and saw that it was a piece of folded color printing paper that was a bit old.

061, who had already reentered his body, spoke softly, "...... This is Shen Zhangqing's collection. I found it under his pillow. It's too insecure for him to hide it like this, sooner or later it will be discovered."

Chi Xiaochi was silent.

He remembered that there was indeed such a paragraph in Shen Zhangqing's memory.

About a month after Herp left home to heal, Shen Zhangqing's precious photos were lost.

He searched the room in a panic, rummaging through all the pillows and bedding and coat pockets and pants pockets, but couldn't find his picture.

He suspected that Zhou Kai or one of the servants had taken it, but he didn't have the courage to ask, so he sat on the bed and silently shed tears for a while, and then got up and went to the restroom to wash away his tears, fearing that Zhou Kai would catch him in the act and find fault with him again.

But 061 and Chi Xiaochi, who had read all the messages in the world line, knew that it was Zhou Kai, the evil and smoky bastard, who had done it.

At that moment, he turned on the surveillance camera in Shen Zhangqing's bedroom, admiring the way Shen Zhangqing searched the corners of the room while holding back her tears, laughing and smiling with pleasure.

061 said, "That's not the way to go. I think it's safer to just datamaterialize the photos and put them in your backpack panel for now and take them out when you need them."

Chi Xiaochi nodded, "Just let it go, I've had dogs too and know that dogs and people have a bond that is sometimes more ironclad than people and people."

061 somehow remembered the blind little yellow dog called "Bury Bury" that appeared in his mind for no apparent reason, and with a slight movement in his heart, he asked, "What is the name of that dog?"

Chi Xiaochi simply said, "Dog meat, sometimes it's called hot pot instead when it gets into trouble."

061: "......"

Chi Xiaochi said with a straight face, "The name is cheap and easy to feed. Don't say, it's quite smart, when I call for hot pot later, it knows it's wrong, and will take the initiative to squat in the corner to reflect."

061 don't recall Chi Xiaochi ever mentioning the dog he had in public, but in some nooks and crannies of tabloid news, there were paparazzi who caught pictures of him walking his dog, only the pictures were so high fuzzy that you couldn't tell what breed it was.

"What breed of dog do you have?"

Chi Xiaochi says, "I don't like the breed theory. Dogs are noble, but people are not necessarily noble. In the case of the Chinese Field Spaniel, it was picked up on the side of the road. When I first picked it up, it had microchip and was sick, but then it got better and lived a healthy, disease-free life."

Chi Xiaochi's muzzle is quite plain: "I kept him until he died of old age last year. Now I think I'm lucky, otherwise I'd have no one to feed it, and it would have gone through the freezer and stolen my ice cream."

When he said this, his mouth grumbled, but his gaze was extraordinarily soft.

Probably just woke up early in the morning, the demeanor is still a bit drowsy, hair is also a bit messy, leaning crookedly on the soft pillow, childishly.

061 Looking at him like this, he just felt funny and cute.

It was only when Chi Xiaochi had been served by the servants and washed and breakfasted that the 061 familiar sparkle was added to his eyes.

After dinner, Shen Zhangqing enjoys some time in the living room watching TV.

Chi Xiaochi listens to a television broadcast of a meeting of several experts discussing the persistence of racial discrimination in today's highly civilized society, but her attention is focused on the telephone.

If he didn't think wrong, there was someone who would want to talk to him.

Sure enough, after Chi Xiaochi had been sitting on the couch for nearly 20 minutes, the home phone dinged.

The phone was answered by Isong.

If you want to make a comparison, Shen Zhangqing enjoys a much more "favorable" treatment than his predecessor, Su Wenyi.

Because he knows what he's doing, doesn't get into trouble, keeps his peace, and does everything Zhou Kai commands him to do, Shen Zhangqing takes fewer beatings, and that 45 favor value is more telling.

At first, Zhou Kai deliberately tested him by offering Shen Zhangqing the opportunity to ask for help, but Shen Zhangqing voluntarily gave it up.

Therefore, Shen Zhangqing has more freedom to take filtered calls and chat as "Zhou Kai's partner", which serves as a window to show the good family atmosphere of the Zhou family.

Obviously, the current callers are the ones who have been carefully filtered and recognized.

Isong handed the phone to Chi Xiaochi: "It's Mr. Sam."

Chi Xiaochi nodded and took it, "Hello."

Sam's tone sounded a bit tired: ''Mr. Shen, it's me, Sam.Mr. Zhou suddenly fainted while attending a meeting. Originally I wanted to notify you of this as soon as possible, but after the incident, according to the Toronto time projection, you probably have already rested, and Mr. Zhou's condition is not very serious, so he soon woke up. His condition has stabilized. But I'm still not too relieved, so I had the doctor do a full checkup, and the ticket back to China has been changed. Please don't worry too much."

"Ah ......" On the other side of the phone, Shen Zhangqing's voice trailed off, unable to say whether it was worry or some other emotion, "How is he now?" The tone of voice is in line with the anxiety of a qualified partner.

Sam said, "Mr. Chow is still sleeping."

Chi Xiaochi said, "Tough luck. When Mr. Zhou wakes up, he will definitely contact me."

Sam said, "You're welcome," and said frankly: "Now the doctor is asking me about Mr. Zhou's medical history. Mr. Zhou is reluctant to mention it, saying that he is in good health, but I'm afraid that he is avoiding medical treatment ......."

Isong stood beside Chi Xiaochi, listening in silence as Chi Xiaochi conversed with Sam.

Holding the receiver, Chi Xiaochi pondered for a moment, as if after deep thought, before speaking, "Mr. Zhou's health is all good. He just doesn't rest very well, and occasionally forgets things, such as where he left his car keys. But after all, he's not a young man in his twenties or thirties anymore, so this is normal, isn't it?"