The system arched up and stepped on the bicycle pedal very quickly.

He swept through the middle of the stall vendors on both sides, and did not forget to slow down and greet the familiar old man next to him, "Hello Grandpa Li!"

The old man took the money from his pocket and looked at him, "Oh, Xiong Wei, hello."

He asked again: "Why are you the only one today?"

The system said: "Mosaic is sick."

He pointed to the medicine in the basket in front of him, "I'm going to buy him medicine, grandpa, will I leave first?"

He stepped on the pedal twice again, slid over skillfully, and stopped the car at the door of the unit. As soon as the car was locked, the system ran upstairs with a bag, took out the key from his pocket and opened the door next door.

The boy inside came out wearing fur slippers, his face flushed, and his forehead hung on his forehead, looking more dumb than before. He shouted: "Everything..."

"Why did you come out?" the system said, taking out the medicine box and pushing the person back, "Didn't you let you rest in the bedroom?"

The mosaic was already a little confused. After thinking about the words for a long time, he slowly said: "...I want to see if you are back."

"I will definitely come back if I buy it!" The system said angrily, pulled the person over and stumbled on his forehead, and felt distressed again, "Go back quickly and go back quickly, I'll pour you water!"

He pushed the mosaic back to the bed, looking at the system pursing his lips, covering him tightly. The boy who had grown to the small diapers stood up and went to the kitchen to boil water again.

The man lying on the bed looked at his figure for a long time, then blinked and slowly closed his eyes.

This is the first time Mosaic has gotten sick. To be precise, it must have been invaded by the virus again.

However, the Trojan viruses that were invaded before were all Trojan viruses, and this time it was influenza viruses. This virus is not weaker than the previous ones. It can be said to be coming in full force. Within two days, the classmates in the class were infected more than half. There was only one system. Although they looked small and weak, his father was ready to cook ginger and sugar water every day, and nothing happened.

Unfortunately, the mosaic was caught and had a fever of thirty-nine degrees at night. His parents were on business trips, but the next morning the system that came to him routinely for dinner found something was wrong and went out to buy him medicine immediately.

The pills were very bitter, and it felt a numb and painful when it touched the tongue. This was the first time that the mosaic ate ​​such things, and subconsciously bit them with her teeth.

"Hey!" The system was anxious, "Don't bite!"

He put the cup in his hand and opened the boy's mouth, "Wait for a while and swallow it directly. - What do you think is delicious, and you are ready to taste it?"

Although he was so angry, his tone was not strong at all, as soft as water tofu that could be dissipated with a puncture.

Mosaic's heart softened again. He nodded and opened his mouth obediently.

The system tested the water temperature and carefully asked him to take a few sips. The pills were swept down while swirling, but the system was still worried and said seriously: "Open your mouth."

Mosaic obediently opened her mouth to the top. Xiong Wei looked at it for a while before nodding and scattering it in his pocket with satisfaction.

After taking it for a long time, I took out a milk candy. I quickly peeled off my fingers and stuffed the milky white milk candy into my wife's mouth.

The little wife was stunned and suddenly opened her eyes wide. After hearing Kou Qiu's words just now, she didn't even dare to lick her, so she stared at him blankly and waited for him to feed the water.

Even the voice is vague, "Everything..."

The system was amused by him.

"It's not medicine," said the boy, and the dimple was even more visible. "It's sugar--you taste it, don't you think it's sweet?"

“…”

The mosaic was stunned for a while, and then his tongue rolled up. The sweetness quickly spread, with a strong smell of milk.

Reminiscent of the teenager.

His nose moved, and the person who came up in front of him had such a clear and sweet milky smell. But the system still approached him without any awareness and touched his forehead again, "Have you measured it just now?"

“…”

The mosaic looked at him intriguedly without saying a word.

The system whispered in a low voice, covered his forehead with a towel, and then ran out wearing pink and blue fluffy bear slippers, "I'd better make some more porridge for you!"

He rolled up his sleeves and was very confident, "Wait, I will definitely make it very delicious!"

The mosaic nodded and slowly closed his eyes.

He suddenly opened it again and asked, "Uncle Kou and Uncle Huo... have they left again?"

The system put on a small apron and was busy washing rice in the kitchen. After hearing this, he said, "My dad and his husband are very busy..."

Just being a little busy, it's not the same.

Huo Qi's efforts lasted for so long finally came to fruition. According to the system, it was called "his father and husband's personal charm and his father's noble sentiment were finally recognized by the rules." No matter what the process was, the result was really beautiful. Kou Qiu has become the main god and manages thousands of small systems under his command. When the system boy heard about this news for the first time, he was like a thunderbolt.

......He always thought that he was at most one-small cute.

But this time, this is really going to become an invisible little cutie in the vast crowd!

Mr. Kou's father knew his feelings well. Before taking office, he came here to give him a vaccination.

"Ah cub!"

The system committee hurried in the corner aggrievedly, and did not turn around and look at him, "Bad..."

"Ah Zai," Kou Qiu touched his head, very solemnly, "I am the only son."

"Oh, is that?" the system said quietly, "then the Dragon Swallowing Han Ping and the others are not sons in your heart?"

"..." Kou Qiu paused and changed his words, "I'm just you sons."

"!"

Hoho, man!

Kou Qiu simply squatted beside him, looking at his angry face and smiling.

"Really angry?"

The system's feet rubbed against the ground, making the sound even smaller.

"Not that," he whispered, "I'm just afraid, I'm just afraid that my dad will forget me..."

He is actually nothing special.

There are thousands of systems with the same program code as him in the world of the main god. Some of them are more cute and coquettish than him, and they speak sweetly as if they can pinch out water. The system is ordinary in them. If it were not allocated to Kou Qiu immediately, perhaps so much time would have passed like them.

The system thought about the nose sore, and the more I thought about it, the more I felt inferior, and I almost rubbed the soles of my shoes. Kou Qiupai patted his head and laughed.

"Yes," said Mr. Kou, "but you have walked with me so many times, there is only one of you."

“…”

The system buried his head and asked carefully for a while: "Really?"

"Really." Kou Qiu said with a firm tone, "No one can replace him."

He took office after that. The system once secretly ran over to visit the set. After watching the scene at that time, he felt relieved.

...... His host was holding a thick book "Introduction to the Basic Principles of Marxism" in his hand and was giving a lecture there. Below was a bunch of small systems with only dialogue boxes, one by one, and they all listened with their heads raised and they listened very seriously, as if they were deeply taught and even their souls were washed.

When talking to people, you are basically just a stern look. Opening your mouth and shutting up means "Marx said", "Practice is the only criterion for testing truth", "It is said in the materialistic view of history..."

The system said a few times to them, as if he had seen the old cadre Kou from that time.

This thick red light is enough to blind people.

The system put the spoon in the porridge and stirred it, saying, "I am really worried about the hosts in the future..."

You'll be driven crazy.

The mosaic reacted for a long time and smiled blankly. He said, "Uncle Huo doesn't care?"

"How can my dad and husband manage it?" the system sneered, "My dad and husband even printed textbooks for others!"

The name is "Quo Qiu Quotations", which was secretly posted to the education system, and it was quite eye-opening.

A good task system will no longer abuse scum, no cuckold, no longer considering whether it is a heartthrob. Now, no matter whether it is a scumbag system, a cuckold system or something else, there is only one great common goal: to strive to build a prosperous, democratic, civilized and harmonious socialism!

A batch of positive energy.

It's like a group of successors.

The system simply couldn't think about how they would urge the host to complete the task later - this was no different from a group of political teachers who forced students to get involved in society.

It can't be said that in view of our successors, I think you need to develop great feelings beyond comrades who fight side by side with all the comrades?

The system was worried: "I'm really afraid that after they have nothing to do, they sing the international song to the host."

The mosaic smiled softly.

He turned sideways, and through the wide open door, he could see the system busy in front of the stove. Xiong Wei was really ashamed of his name, his waist was very thin, like a tender willow branch. He bulged his mouth and blew a lot of breath at the bowl. From such a distance, he could see the pair of dimples that the other party pursed his lips.

Mosaic's throat slowly moved, feeling his forehead burning even hotter. Even his heart jumped up hotly.

This felt really strange; as if all the data had returned to where it should be, the mechanism was turning. He covered his heart like boiling magma and closed his eyes again.

The system brought the white porridge and fed it to him carefully. He also asked his wife considerately, "Is it hot?"

Mosaic thought for a while and shook her head.

The system felt even more distressed when he looked at his dumb look.

Such a stupid wife, can't she do a considerate attack?

He fed it again and gave his performance a full mark in his heart. After feeding, the system sang a lullaby to the delicate little wife, took out his own notebook, and recited three pages of earthy love words.

The young wife's eyelids slowly drooped and closed. The sunlight outside gradually converged, and the stars came up, hanging in the deep blue sky.
To be continued...