"There are two trees in front of my window, one is a pine tree and the other is a cypress tree."

Lying on the narrow windowsill, Fang Wen looked quietly at the small garden downstairs through the fully enclosed glass window.

Two trees as thick as a bowl, a large area of ​​unknown flowers and plants that can only be called weeds in Fang Wen's opinion are the entire garden. There are only five gardens like this in the entire institute. The one at the door of Fang Wen's house is not the largest, but it ranks third in the area and rich plant species. This is very luxurious, and it is an extremely luxurious. If it weren't for the government-owned research institute, ordinary people would not be able to see a real plant in their lifetime.

What do plants need? They need water, nutrients, and sunshine. And these are all luxury. It is a luxury to feed these few plants in this city 500 meters deep underground.

"Oh~~~~Lonely~~~~"

Fang Wen, who was only three years old in his physiological age, but his psychological age was far beyond this number, sighed quietly. The empty room echoed with his sigh, like the moan of a ghost in the tomb, enough to make the timid person scream in fear.

When Fang Wen was three years old, his living conditions improved a lot.

He still remembers that when he was just three months old, he was taken home by the ecstatic Fang Han. The house had only two very small bedrooms and a small living room, because Fang Han had just been demoted to a C-class citizen at that time. In the dungeon, all supplies were calculated based on your citizenship level and your position level. If you are a C-class citizen, don't expect any good treatment.

Now, after three years of hard work, because of a good luck discovery, Fang Han's citizenship level has been upgraded to his original A-level, and his position level has also become a B-level researcher. Therefore, the family's living benefits have been greatly improved. Although they still live in the institute's apartment building, the area of ​​the house is at least five times larger, and the standard points of monthly supply and distribution have also soared by a higher level.

Of course, Fang Wen didn't care about these things.

Why did he pay attention to these things? He didn't know what era it is now, where he was, and what was going on with the government.

At the age of three, he watches news every day, but there is no useful information in the news. There are endless entertainment programs, but there is no information about Fang Wen’s usefulness that can help him understand this era and the world. And Fang Han, his father, as a B-level researcher, cannot discuss these issues with Fang Wen, so Fang Wen has been holding it for three years.

Of course, Fang Wen doesn't care much about this dull gourd. Sooner or later, he will know these things, as long as he is a little older.

What bothers Fang Wen the most now is that there are some changes in his relationship with Fang Han and Wen Xiuxiu that make Fang Wen feel scared.

This ** is the child of Fang Han and Wen Xiuxiu, and Fang Wen admitted it. He occupied this **, and he felt a little sorry. But he had no feelings for the couple. In the first two years after his rebirth, he had always treated the two with a stranger attitude. He would sleep when he was sleepy, eat when he was hungry, and practiced the Nine Heavens Wind Rushing Sutra when he had nothing to do. He has now successfully formed a wind whirlwind within the Eight Meridians and the Twelve Mechanisms. Although his skills are very weak, he has indeed broken through to the seventh level of the Wind Rushing Sutra.

Fang Wen also felt that he had achieved such achievements in two years of hard work.

However, Fang Wen suddenly found that he had a good impression of Fang Han and Wen Xiuxiu. A hot stream that he felt unfamiliar in his previous life, rolling past his heart that looked like thousands of years of mysterious ice from time to time, making him afraid, uneasy, and making his spirit more and more nervous. Even now, when he was about to turn four, he felt that he had something wrong with his mental state.

He was afraid of Fang Han's enthusiastic hug, and he was afraid of Wen Xiuxiu's sweet and gentle kiss.

Damn, what's this thing?

Could it be that his eldest son really become a good son?

No, absolutely no, the eldest son of the other side~~~

"Oh~~~" sighed weakly, and Fang Wen hit his head heavily on the transparent but extremely strong window glass. Well, he admitted that he had accepted Fang Han and Wen Xiuxiu. What can he do? What can he do? Family affection, without any false family affection, is like a piece of top honey placed in front of a bear who just woke up after hibernation. The other party's temptation is so great.

"Dad, Mom!" Fang Wen screamed in a slight voice, and then slapped himself hard. He spitted on the glass window and whispered: "It's so disgusting."

The door suddenly opened, and Wen Xiuxiu, wearing a white cover, walked in carefully holding a porcelain bowl. Wen Xiuxiu, who was smiling like a flower, shouted in a delicate voice: "Baby, come, drink chicken soup. This is the chicken soup made of natural chicken nuggets bought by Dad! Your favorite thing to drink! Come quickly, mom feeds you!"

The little head drooped weakly. Fang Wen sighed heavily, then he changed into an extremely pure and bright smile, and shouted in a slight voice: "Mom, I want to drink soup!" He climbed down from the windowsill with difficulty, and ran towards Wen Xiuxiu with two short legs.

Wen Xiuxiu hurriedly placed the porcelain bowl on the table, picked up Fang Wen and kissed him hard. She kept calling 'good baby', and her heart was full of tenderness and sweetness. This is her baby!

Of course, Wen Xiuxiu could not know what Fang Wen was cursing in her heart. "**Your mother, half a piece of chicken chopped chicken pieces requires 5,000 standard points! Fuck your mother, the robbery is not so fast!"

Fang Wen’s baby is pure and the most well-behaved baby in the world. Wen Xiuxiu carefully fed a large bowl of chicken soup to Fang Wen with a gentle smile. To be honest, the chicken soup tasted not very good because it lacked a lot of seasonings. Even the most common auxiliary ingredients for stewed chicken soup, "shiitake mushrooms", Fang Wen was very happy to drink it. This bowl of chicken soup, which is nothing compared to the delicacies I had eaten in my previous life, made Fang Wen’s heart warm and his body warm. Even the cyclones rolling in his body were a little faster.

The chicken was stewed so hard that all the bones were carefully taken away. Wen Xiuxiu looked at Fang Wen's face with a small spoon and fed him one by one.

Fang Wen obediently drank a bowl of chicken soup, and then, he couldn't control his body, and rushed to Wen Xiuxiu's warm and fragrant arms, and wiped his little face hard on Wen Xiuxiu's clothes. He hugged Wen Xiuxiu gently and sighed in his heart: "This is mine~~Mother~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Okay, God, I accept my fate. You need to have professional ethics in life. I am their son now, so I must be their son. I am still young and I can wait until later to plan many things." Fang Wen comforted himself: "Who knows whether the descendants of those bastards are dead? Now, don't think so much."

"Well, good baby!" Wen Xiuxiu pouted her rosy little mouth and kept kissing Fang Wen's face. She kneaded Fang Wen's tender little butt hard, gently patted his butt egg, making a crisp sound.

He opened his mouth and put Fang Wen's little ear in his mouth and bit it. Wen Xiuxiu smiled and put Fang Wen down and picked up the porcelain bowl. She patted Fang Wen's little head and smiled and said, "Dad will go home in a while. Read the book first, and then tell your dad what you learned from the book today, okay?"

"Uh~~~~" Fang Wen blinked his eyes and looked at Wen Xiuxiu for a while, then nodded in distress and said, "Okay!" Wen Xiuxiu laughed, turned around and walked out.

What a big deal! Fang Wen cursed those guys who wrote these mentally retarded children's books in his heart. What kind of mentally retarded content is there? There are no fables, no fairy tales, no historical legends, no legendary stories of famous people. Some are small questions and stories that Fang Wen can answer with his butt. For example, if a person eats bread, he has three bread, eats one, and two bread; a couple has one child, and then has another child, and they have two children; the children of the same father and mother as you, older brothers and sisters than you, younger brothers and sisters than you.

Looking at the dozens of so-called children's enlightenment books piled on the colorful plastic floor in a corner of the house, Fang Wen felt that his butt was cramping.

From these readings, he could not get any useful information.

The old-fashioned shrugged his shoulders and kicked the door tightly. Fang Wen stepped across two meters of space in one step, jumped easily to the windowsill, and lay down to look at the two small trees that had been looking at for three years.

He crossed his legs, hummed some low-quality tunes in his mouth, and swayed his fingers in the air.

When he was proud, footsteps suddenly came from outside the door. Fang Wen immediately rushed up, rolled and crawled to the corner of the house, sat on the plastic floor, grabbed an enlightenment book and read it quietly: "One one, one, one, two, two, four, three, nine~~~"

The door was gently pushed open a gap. Fang Han, whose temples were a little white, carefully leaned in and looked at Fang Wen. Hearing Fang Wen's crisp and tender chanting, Fang Han smiled with satisfaction. He suddenly opened the door and extended his arms to Fang Wen and laughed: "Baby, Dad is back~ Come on, kiss me!"

Fang Wen cheered and threw the mentally retarded book that he had long wished he could burn it away, and jumped into Fang Han's arms. He turned his face sideways and let Fang Han kiss him several times on the face. Fang Han held Fang Wen and whirled in the room, making a cheerful laugh.

Fang Wen felt a little uncomfortable when he looked at Fang Han’s small piece of white hair on his temples.

As a B-level researcher, Fang Han's monthly income is considered very high. But Fang Han is very saving. He saves every standard point that can be saved and exchanges all the standard points into some strange potions for injecting them into Wen Xiuxiu and Fang Wen. Fang Wen understands the effects of those potions very well. After three years, Wen Xiuxiu looks younger and younger, Fang Wen's body is getting stronger and stronger, but Fang Han is getting older step by step. He grows older at a speed that Fang Wen can clearly see.

Sighing silently, Fang Wen touched Fang Han's temples. Fang Han smiled "hehe" and hugged Fang Wen hard and walked out of the room, and went to the spacious living room outside.

The furnishings in the living room are pretty good. There is a circle of sofas around the walls, and there is a small bar in the corner, which solemnly contains three bottles of wine that are only half left. In the middle of the living room, a flower pot the size of a human head was hung with a metal chain, and there is a slightly yellowed spider plant inside - this is a very impressive treatment.

In addition, there is not much decoration in the living room. The white walls are empty, with only a LCD TV about three square meters in size, and music shows are playing. Several of the most popular beautiful girls groups are twisting their bodies hard there, singing some empty rap songs without any meaning.

Wen Xiuxiu was busy in the open kitchen on one side of the living room. After all, she was a citizen of A and a B-level researcher, Fang Han could provide some natural food every month. So Wen Xiuxiu also developed a cooking skill that was not very good in Fang Wen but was very rare in this year. Although there were not many dishes that could be made, only one or two stir-fried vegetables, a little fresh egg soup, some stewed meat, rice and other foods, it was really rare.

The natural food supply list provided by the government has many choices that make Fang Wen drool, but those things are too expensive. Half a piece of local chicken costs 5,000 standard points, and Fang Wen can only sigh at the delicious food. He didn't know who prepared those lobsters and abalones that often cost more than 100,000 standard points. Fang Wen was so old that he spent 500,000 standard points.

There was a square table in the living room. Fang Han placed Fang Wen on the square table, and he sat down comfortably by the table. He kept adjusting the TV channel and choosing a news station.

It should be noted that Fang Wen and Wen Xiuxiu have no right to watch this news channel. They must be allowed to watch this channel when Fang Han is at home.

Although the news on this channel is full of dry and identical things every day, this is the rule. People below B and other citizens have limited information channels.

Fang Wen was not an adult, he was just a vassal under Fang Han's citizenship, and he had no civil rights.

Wen Xiuxiu, as a native, has always been a citizen of E. Although Fang Wen doesn’t know what the native means, it doesn’t sound like a good title.

In the news channel, the announcer wearing an iron-gray uniform and indifferent expression was chanting a press release dryly.

"Under the Government's Ministry of Preschool Education Order No. 75 this year, all children aged 4 and over, including over three months, who are required to go to the preschool education base for IQ tests."

Fang Wen felt two eyes staring at him. He showed an innocent and cute smile, looked up at Fang Han, and then looked at Wen Xiuxiu, who was holding a kitchen knife in a daze.

"Dad!" Fang Wen called out.

"Preschool IQ test." Fang Han pursed his lips. He hugged Fang Wen hard and whispered: "Baby, you have to work hard. Preschool IQ test, you must get a good grade."

Wen Xiuxiu cut her fingers on the chopping board in a daze, almost chopping off her fingers.

Fang Wen keenly sensed that Fang Han and Wen Xiuxiu were both nervous. They were nervous, a little anxious, and even a little scared.

What's wrong with this? Isn't it just an IQ test for an ordinary child of appropriate age? What's the fear of this? Rentu Chapter 2: Return Chapter 4:
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