War Paradise

Even though fifteen years have passed, the coach still remembers the appearance of his parents very clearly.

Father is the kind of man who is unsmiling on the surface, but gentle behind his back. He is generally responsible for "singing black faces" at home. But at that time, it was only the middle school student himself, and he often took his father's words into ears, causing his father to sigh helplessly.

As for her mother, she still retains the wonderful existence of "girly heart". She always dominates TV to watch some youth romance dramas. Domineering CEO novels on the Internet are also her favorites.

As the only child in the family, I could have had a great life, until that terrible "accident" changed everything in my life...

——So, why do you give up on me?

Recalling the scene when his mother saw her **** appearance and began to vomit, a trace of resentment rose in the coach's heart.

Researchers at Lengshan Lab also mentioned that it was the parents who offered to give up treatment. Although the coach also knows that he is suffering from an incurable disease, he still feels a little uncomfortable to give up treatment for this kind of thing.

——What did they think at the time? It would be great if I could get the answer.

After entering the network in Room 704, the coach quickly searched for a housekeeping robot connected to WIFI. Those who were familiar with the road occupied the body of the robot, turned the head of the hemisphere, and watched the surrounding situation with an infrared camera.

He is standing in the living room.

It seems that the decoration and layout of the living room still adhere to the principle of simplicity that my father likes, and there is no fancy decoration, only basic furniture is placed.

There is an ultra-thin e-book reader on the coffee table, which must be used by my mother to read romance novels. Although the various electrical appliances in the home have been replaced for several generations, the coach has a strange feeling:

This home seems to be the same as when I left, and nothing has changed.

Like the original house, Room 704 is still a standard three-bedroom and one living room, with nameplates hung on the door of each bedroom-this is the mother's idea, she thinks this is more "warm."

The housekeeping robot began to slide silently, passing by the door where the two wooden signs "Dad" and "Mom" were hung respectively, and stopped in front of the bedroom door near the door of the living room.

The round camera was aimed at the nameplate on the door, and the coach's "heart" suddenly hung up.

——The words written on the nameplate are "Future Star".

This name, which sounds a little shameful, was also given by my mother.

He certainly remembered that he was admitted to a key university at that time and lived up to expectations, but suffered a fatal strong radiation during the physical examination before enrollment.

From that day on, as the "star of the future", I fell.

But why do they still keep this brand? Could it be that... they have a new child again?

The coach with confused thoughts doesn't know how to deal with the younger brother or sister who may appear. But the manipulator of the housekeeping robot was still held on the door handle of the bedroom.

Now that they have walked out of the shadows of the old days and have given birth to new children, they must no longer need themselves.

If so, say goodbye to them politely. Then leave--

When I opened the bedroom door and saw the scene inside, the body of the housekeeping robot suddenly froze:

He will always remember the last day of his normal life, leaving home after breakfast.

And the layout in this bedroom is exactly the same as when I left!

Leaning against the wall by the small bed, there are posters of basketball stars, and two pairs of sneakers are thrown near the desk.

The furniture in the bedroom, by 2035 standards, can be said to be outdated. But this room is still the same, even the few paper novels on the desk are still detective novels I bought online.

"What the **** is..."

The coach was distraught and manipulated the housekeeping robot to come to the desk and stared at the "No Survival" by Agatha Christie.

Then, he saw something on the desk that he didn't have.

It was a gray and white envelope with his name neatly written on it. Judging from the font, it should have been written by his father.

The coach still remembers that his father is a relatively nostalgic man. Even in an era when mobile phone communication has long been popular, he occasionally wrote letters and sent them to friends far away.

——He wrote a letter to me?

The housekeeping robot stretched out the slender manipulator, carefully picked up the envelope, took out the folded letter paper from the inside, and opened it flat on the table.

Then, he used the night vision infrared camera of the housekeeping robot to read the content of the letter:

my child:

If I knew that something would happen, I would never let you leave home that day.

Unfortunately, my father did not have the ability to predict the future.

Others have advised us to hold a funeral, but I believe you are still alive. Even if there is only a glimmer of hope, I am willing to believe it.

At that time, several professors approached me and said that they could extend your life, but the price was that we would never see each other again. Although I don't believe them very much, in the end I chose to hand you over to them.

Sorry, as your father, I cannot save you.

However, rather than leaving you to decay in the hospital, perhaps a scientific research institution can give you a new lease of life. At least... I think so.

I often think, if that tragedy hadn't happened, if you were still with us, you would have lived a happy life like your classmates did, right?

Although I often scold you, I also see your ability, and it will definitely not be worse than anyone.

To this day, your mother is still unwilling to believe what she saw in the hospital that day. She is still tidying up the room for you, waiting for the day you come back.

Will you be back?

We are all old, but you are still young. I found that my memory started to decline, you better come back before I forget you. Your old father has self-respect, and I don't want you to see that I can't take care of myself in life.

-September 5, 2030.

...

After reading the letter my father wrote to me, the slender arms of the housekeeping robot trembled slightly.

Even though he had planned for the worst, the coach never thought it would be like this:

Not only did the parents not forget this painful memory, but instead chose to keep it forever. They even believed the rhetoric of the researcher in the Cold Mountain Laboratory, just for the faint hope.

——No matter what you look like, what a terrible incurable disease you have. They still believe that you are alive and still waiting for you to come back.

——Because you are their only child.

"..."

The housekeeping robot stood in front of the desk for a long, long time, until slow footsteps came from the living room. A somewhat old male voice was received by the housekeeping robot’s “ears” and entered the coach’s consciousness:

"How did the door open?"

The housekeeping robot turned his head, the bedroom light was turned on, and the middle-aged man with a rickety back stood in front of the bedroom door and looked at him.

Father's hair is all white, and his height seems to be shorter than 15 years ago. The wrinkles on his face are clearly visible, and only his eyes are still bright as before.

Facing the housekeeping robot standing at the desk, the middle-aged man seemed to have thought of something, and asked tentatively in a hoarse voice:

"Child, is that you?"

Hearing this trembling voice, the coach felt like he was about to cry.

Fortunately, since he had already lost his body, he couldn't shed tears in embarrassment.

He controlled the housekeeping robot, synthesized his own voice 15 years ago, and answered the other party’s question:

"Yes, father, I'm back."