Rebirth Handbook

"Little Master, you have been sitting on me for an hour and a half this morning. Are you constipated?"

Wuli put on a constipated face, raised his foot and kicked the toilet under his buttocks, half-dead and said, "Will you stop talking when I go to the toilet?"

The voice of the white toilet is kind and friendly, "Good little master, but are you really constipated, little master? Maybe little master, you need some...special help?"

Wuli raised his hand and flushed, "Please stop talking."

The toilet was silent, but the mirror on the sink next to it suddenly said: "Little Master, would you like me to take a look at your face for you? It's really ugly."

The sink inlaid with light green tiles cleared his throat, and said to the mirror hanging on his head: "For a lady, you can’t use the word ugly. I suggest you be tactful and try to use “not too good”. Instead of'ugly'."

Mirror: "Okay, little master, your complexion is not very good, do you need me to take a picture for you to see clearly? And after you woke up today, not only did you not comb your hair, you didn't even change your pajamas. My little master, you Your beautiful black hair is not smooth anymore, your pajamas are all wrinkled, which is terrible! Would you like to see what you are now? I can guarantee you will be surprised if you look at it and then scream Run back to the room to take care of yourself!"

Wuli didn't want to bother about the guys in the bathroom who didn't know how to look at people's faces. After thinking about it for so long, she couldn't solve the problem, so she could only ghostly leave the bathroom and sit on the dining table in the living room. She leaned weakly on the back of the dining stool and knocked on the dining table covered with colorful checkered tablecloths.

"Oh, good morning, little master, your complexion is not so good. It must be caused by not being able to replenish nutrients in time in the morning. Come on, try today’s breakfast now!" The old wooden dining table exuded an old-aged low. The voice sounds very gentle.

With the voice of Grandpa at the dining table falling, the cover of the dinner plate on the dining table was lifted by the checkered tablecloth, revealing the soft wheat bread and smoked sausage sandwiches inside. The blue floral teapot on the table turned sideways and poured a cup of warm air. Teng Teng's milk, then the dinner plate and milk were sent to Wu Li on the colorful checkered tablecloth.

"Oh oh oh right, there is a fork forgotten. Hey, lady cupboard, please bring a fork over." Grandpa Dining Table said.

After a while, the red-brown cabinets on the other side of the kitchen did not move. The stool sitting under Wuli’s buttocks said, “Dad, the cabinet lady probably hasn’t woken up yet. She said last night to clean up the cabinets. , Cleaned up to midnight."

The grandfather of the dining table said, "It turns out that this is the case, that's really hard work." He said to a strangely shaped half-human tall wooden carving next to him: "Mr. Wood carving, would you please help the little master to get a fork? "

The wooden sculpture that had been quietly placed in the corner suddenly moved, and walked to the kitchen, opened the closet, took out a shiny fork, placed it on the dining table, and then silently returned to the place.

"Mr. Woodcarver is really a simple and silent good man, ah, I hope the little master can find such a reliable other half in the future." Grandpa Dining Table exclaimed.

Wuli was accustomed to such conversations and interactions around her, her eyes were empty, and she half-deadly picked up a fork to eat. After eating, she took the paper towel handed over by the tablecloth and wiped her mouth, and went back to the bedroom like a ghost again, and fell silent on the soft bed.

When Wuli left, everyone in the room began to discuss in a low voice.

"What happened to the little master today? She hasn't been right since she got up in the morning. The usual little master is so lively and cute. Today she is like a flower without watering, and she looks about to wither."

"Yes, she didn't spend an hour taking care of her hair today, nor did she put on a beautiful little skirt to pick wild flowers outside." The tablecloth on the dining table shook the vase on her body and put the sky blue flowers in the vase. Shake down two petals. "The flowers the little master picked yesterday are about to die."

The creaking stairs in the corner of the living room also opened his mouth. He said: "And the little master hasn't stepped on me to go up to the attic to sing today. I didn't hear the singing like the little master oriole. I feel that I am weak."

The furnishings and even the walls opened their mouths, worryingly discussing what happened to the current owner of the house and their little witch Wuli. The Wuli who fell on the bed twisted and got into the bed. She heard the voices outside, but she really didn't know how to face it now.

Oh, yes, she is dead. She died at the wedding to marry the prince of the Empire, and then she lived again, returning to her sixteen years old, before she went to the capital star. At this time, she was still living on a remote planet alone. She was a lonely freak. She had no relatives or friends around her. Only the magic house her mother left for her, and the house elves who like to nag and worry.

In 1265 of the New Year, the empire has ruled the entire Blue Sea Star Cluster. In the central star field composed of 99 stars and the Capital Star, technology has developed very rapidly, but the fringe galaxy where Wuli now lives is still backward and inhabited. It is scarce. Everyone wants to live closer to the central star field. Those who can move are moved away, leaving only the elderly who are unwilling to leave their hometowns and those who cannot leave.

Wuli remembered that he thought the same way when he was sixteen in his last life. He wanted to leave this remote galaxy and take a look at the prosperous and beautiful central star field in the legend. It is best to go to the capital star to see the magnificent palace.

So when her elder brother suddenly came and sent someone to take her to Capital Star, she went happily without even thinking about it. Thinking about it now, she is really a fool.

"I don't want to go this time." Wuli said to himself, hiding in the quilt. "I just stay here, staying beside everyone in this house, isn't it great."

She hugged the pillow in the quilt, stretched out her hand to draw a picture in front of her, and immediately followed her mind in the sky with a phantom calendar.

Wuli pointed his finger to the date one week later and pressed his lips. "It's so decided, this time my brother will pick me up again, I won't go to Capital Star!" She firmed up her idea, raised her hand to break up the calendar in the sky, and instead covered her head with a quilt.

The soft wooden bed exuding the pine breath, the voice is a gentle female voice, she said to the black-headed cub: "Little master, it is not good to sleep with your head covered, it will not be able to breathe~"

Wuli bared his head and yawned sleepily. The window next to the bed opened a gap, and the fragrance of green grass floated in from outside, and the sun also shone on the bed from this window, just in the eyes of the raccoon. Wuli raised his hand and drew a circle, and the curtains were drawn with brushes, blocking the harsh sunlight.

"I'm going to bed, don't make any noise."

Quiet in the house.

At the Capital Star, which is very far away from this remote galaxy, at the Chief Finance Minister's Mansion, the former Finance Minister Cui He has reached the end of his life and is confessing his last words to his son.

"Luan, your dad has the greatest regret in his life."

"Well, you said." Cui Luan, who took over the position of Finance Minister five years ago, said to his father blankly.

"Ahem, in fact, Luan, you still have a half-sister."

"Oh." Cui Luan, who suddenly changed from an only child to an older brother, seemed very cold.

The dying old man Cui He couldn't see if his son was dissatisfied, so he could only bite the bullet and finished what he wanted to say, "Your dad, I'm sorry for the two mothers and daughters. I have never cared about them. Waiting for my father to die, Luan Ah, you find your sister for your dad, take her home and take good care of her."

"Cough cough cough, dad asked you before he died, can you do it?"

Cui Luan nodded, "I see, don't worry."

Cui He: "...Don't worry, Dad has something to say. Well, Luan, in the future, you and your sister, you will be the closest relatives in the world, so you have to depend on each other for your life and love each other. Don't quarrel, you know? Even if there is a quarrel, you will let her be the brother."

Cui Luan: "Oh."

Cui He: "I first declare that your sister's mother is not a junior. I only married her after your mother died. Um, she had your sister with her, but for some reason I cannot be with her. So I didn't let you know their existence."

Cui Luan: "Yeah."

Cui He: "Your sister is still a minor now. Your elder brother is thirteen years older than her. Your elder brother is like a father. You have to take care of her like a father, do you know?"

Obviously it's your own responsibility. It's really easy to push it so completely before you die.

Cui Luan didn't even move an eyebrow, his tone didn't fluctuate, "Oh...Father, how long will your last words be told?"

"What are you doing?"

"You just called me back from the Finance Building in a hurry. I still have a more urgent task on hand that I haven't completed. If you don't mind, I will finish that job while giving your last words." Cui Luan said. I am ready to ask the butler to send my work over.

Cui He, who was lying on the big bed, was not cute at all to him. He had facial paralysis since he was a child, and now his son who has become a workaholic rolled his eyes. After saying the last six words, his head tilted and he was out of breath. .

"Son, you have to take care."

Cui Luan stood by the bed, and the life monitoring system issued a timely announcement-"Vital signs disappeared at 9:23:59 on April 9, 1265, confirming the death of the patient."

"Do you want to connect to the optical network and send death announcements with one click?"

Cui Luan clicked on the send button floating in front of him. One second later, the news of the death of Cui He, the former chief financial minister of the Empire, appeared on the front page of the homepage of Guangwang. Many netizens left messages expressing their grief, members of the imperial family and others. The officials reposted the news in seconds with 10,000 words of eulogy. The words were gorgeous and sincere, and the most sensationalists shed tears, crying as if they were dead.

True son Cui Luan didn't cry, not only didn't cry, he didn't even have red eye circles, he still had the facial expression that looked like necrosis, he glanced at the relaxed corpse on the bed one last time, and clicked the personal butler on his wrist.

Wearing a black tuxedo and a beard, a middle-aged man who looked indistinguishable from a human appeared in front of him. The white gloved hand pressed a bow on his chest.

Cui Luan gave him instructions: "Prepare for the funeral and bury it in three days. The Tree of Life chooses his favorite Xiangui during his lifetime."

"Yes, sir." The photosynthetic data steward nodded with a smile.

Cui Luan continued to give instructions: "Take over my father's authority, sort out all the news he has hidden, and find out the news about the out-of-home sister he said."

"Good sir."

Cui Luan: "Also, transfer over the work I didn't finish just now."