I am a sweeping robot.
Although human beings call us robots, they actually don't treat us as human beings. They always think that we are just single-celled fools, but we are not. There are many times when we pretend to be idiots like refrigerators and televisions. That's because a quality inspector always told us before we left the factory,
"Don't mind your own business when we went to other people's homes. Why do you think those brothers who went out earlier returned to the factory?" The quality inspector with thick glasses kept telling me while packing boxes. "It's not because he exposed that the male owner Bao Xiaosan was trampled. Kindly inform the hostess that Xiong Haizi peeked at the porn at home all afternoon, but those who were soaked in water by Xiong Haizi, and those who deliberately tripped over their daughter-in-law for the elderly at home and were abandoned by their vicious daughter-in-law, all in all, don't be too emotional. After all, people's business is people's business. If you work honestly and safely until retirement, your life is complete. No, it is a perfect life. "
I can't wait to seal his mouth with my tape. He doesn't know how many stories of human beings those brothers who returned to the factory told me. He doesn't know that I am a sweeping robot with literary temperament in my bones. God knows how eager I am to enter the human world and listen to their stories.
The last thing that the quality inspector said to me was, "Work hard, my wife will have a baby in three months, and I'm going back to my hometown. I hope we won't meet again before I leave."
Well, I'll forgive his mother-in-law's farewell, for he is going to be a father.
My brothers who were gloriously wounded also told me that even if they were all killed, they would not regret it, because they were loyal to their masters. Most human beings always treat us like human beings, but their own masters are different.
I asked them, who are your hosts? Is it someone who pays you to go back, or arranges your work every day, or cleans your body every day, or is it the most beautiful at home?
When I ask such a question, my brothers' eyes will overflow with strange expressions mixed with faint sadness. They told me that sweeping robots are very single-minded, and they have only one loyal master in their life. Then tell me solemnly that your host will be
the first person to talk to you.
This is really a touching thing. As a high IQ and emotional intelligence, we are willing to devote ourselves to a stupid and ridiculous human being because they treat us as human beings and talk to us. This is really something that excites me. Who will be the first person to talk to me?
is a naive and romantic girl? Or a gentle and lovely young woman? Or an amiable grandmother? Or a slovenly painter? An all-powerful businessman? Oh, this last one seems impossible. I heard that such people are too lazy to talk to their wives when they go home, let alone me.
After a long journey and many twists and turns, I finally arrived at my new home. I heard that the day when I was photographed was Double Eleven. I think my birthday will be on that day in the future. After all, if my master doesn't return the goods or exchange them, that day will be my new life. Of course, I am full of confidence in my strong body and precise quality.
It was a young woman who opened my package. She looked like she was in her thirties. When we first met, she was wearing an ordinary cotton pajamas with a plain face. Although she is full of interest in my arrival, it is obvious that she is not my master. Because she didn't say a word to me from beginning to end, she just studied the instructions for half a day and couldn't wait for me to try to work first. She even recorded a small video and sent it to a circle of friends, but she didn't say a word to me. I really don't treat sweeping robots like people. Without introducing myself first, I'm still waiting for her to give me a shiny name.
Yes, my former brother told me that a computer student with a name is a perfect computer student.
Later, the little host of the family came back from school. It was an ordinary little girl, about 6.7 years old, wearing a dusty school uniform. Obviously, the young master is curious about everything, including me. She kept trying to press the button on my body and shouted excitedly when I started to turn around, but she just had a heated discussion with her mother. Obviously, she was not my master either. Moreover, after 1 minutes, she has lost any interest in me and started to play with her Lego bricks in the room.
The man in the house, oh, that goes without saying. He came back drunk in the middle of the night, I don't think he even saw me, and as I heard, this man was too lazy to talk to his wife, although he didn't look like a successful rich man. The man is cool thin.
The next morning, the hostess took her young master to school in a hurry, and the man slept for a while, and got up to clean up and went out. I'm the only one left at home.
After my observation for a long time, I know that there are only three people in this family. A nameless chill seeped in from my charging hole. If there is no one else in this family, then I don't have my own master. This kind of machine makes me remember my lonely life when I am old.
Things took a turn for the better in my sleepy afternoon.
The person who came back from home is not the host, hostess or young master, but an hourly worker.
She is probably less than 5 years old, wearing a T-shirt with pink collar and gray slim sweatpants. Her skin is quite white, and she looks clean. She doesn't even look like an aunt.
As soon as she came in, she put down her food and went straight to the kitchen without even looking into the living room. I tried to flash the CLEAN button a few times, but it didn't attract her attention until she answered a phone call.
"Oh, I saw it," she said as she came up to me. "Uh-huh, the round button in the middle, ok, I get it." Obviously, the hostess at home was teaching her how to use me. "Well, ok, I'll look at the instructions again."
hung up the phone and she came straight to me. First, I tried to press my CLEAN button, but I turned around and circled it first, but obviously she was shocked. She quickly pressed the CLEAN button again, and I stopped and looked at her, and she looked at me. Suddenly, she laughed, and the wrinkles around her eyes squeezed out.
"It's quite funny," she said and put it back on my charging stand, and looked at me for a while with her head tilted,
"Hello," she talked to me, she talked to me! God knows I really want to pull her to dance in a circle now. No, if I can talk, I should respectfully say to her,
"Hello, my master."
"You just came here. Actually, I've only been here for a few days," she tucked her hair behind her ear and continued to tell me, "What should I call you?"
"robot? No, I need more help from you in the future. I'll give you a name. "God, how lucky I am to meet such a host, a host who is willing to talk to me, chat and give me a name.
"I call you little green? It doesn't sound good, call it green treasure. " Say that finish, she patted me with satisfaction and turned away. I forgot to mention that I wore a green coat when I left the factory.
Hey, you haven't told me your name yet, I cried in my heart. But I don't really care, my heart has been filled with great happiness. I have a name. My name is Lubao. I also have a master. Although she is not the master of this family, she has become my master.
But later I learned from their conversation that her surname was Sun, and the hostess always called her Sister Sun. But I don't want to call her that, it's too unfamiliar, but I don't know her name, so I'd better call her Sun Bao, thinking, I'll blush first. Of course, they are invisible.
What I enjoy most in my day is this afternoon when Sun Baolai is here. When she comes, she always says hello to me first,
"Lubao, get up and work," and then presses my CLEAN button, and I happily turn around and start working hard. We always cooperate well. Every time she cooks, I probably clean the room and go back to my place to rest. At this time, she will always sit on the sofa and have a rest, and then start talking to me about her. Talk about her daughter who will spend 1, yuan a month in the cram school for senior three, her husband who is ill in bed, the old couple she has to wait on at noon, and the fact that she goes to cram a fourth-grade child with the Olympiad every night.
"My daughter," she said to me while wiping the bookcase, "the worst year. Do you think I can leave her alone? If it weren't for what happened to her dad, "she paused and said," I haven't told her dad about my resignation. He was afraid of bringing trouble to his daughter. I don't know how many times I cried behind my back. If I knew that I didn't have that job either, hey-"
Sun Bao said, and wiped his eyes." I'm not afraid of your jokes when I say it. I haven't cooked many meals before when his father was fine. When the days were good a few years ago, I also hired my aunt to cook and clean the room. "
I am convinced of this. I often see Sun Bao looking at his mobile phone while cooking. At first, I thought he was chatting with someone. Later, I realized that she was looking up recipes online, learning and doing it. Sometimes when you fail, you are in a hurry to spin around the room. Fortunately, the owner of this family doesn't have high requirements for food, and she has done a lot of extra work that is not her job, so the owner will not say anything anymore.
However, sometimes I feel a cold sweat when I see the host pour out the dish that she cooked so badly and mutter that she will be replaced. What shall I do if she leaves? She can't take me away. I can't run away from home by myself.
So, every day I try to go around every corner of the room. Whether it's the dancing shoes of Barbie doll, the little master, or every hair that the hostess drops to the ground, I try to tidy them up. As a sweeping robot, this is all I can do. Several times, when Sun Bao cooked the meal, before I finished sweeping it, she asked me gently and said,
"Come on, Lubao, go home. You've been sweeping for an hour. Take a break. " Whenever this time, I will happily flash my CLEAN button a few times. Actually, I want to say that I know, but every time Sun Bao thinks I'm running out of power, he takes me back to my charging stand. Later, every time I cleaned the room, I wandered around Sun Bao's feet. She went to fold clothes, and I waited for her at the balcony door. She went to brush the toilet, and I wandered around the bathroom door. She even almost stepped on me several times. At this time, she will spoil me and say, you wait. When I'm finished, I'll take you to charge.
However, I know that Sun Bao is not doing very well, at least not as optimistic as she looks. She is often worried about the tutoring fee that her daughter will pay the next day. She told me that in order to take care of her husband who was ill in bed, she had to leave her original well-paid job as an accountant in a private enterprise. She told me that in order not to let her husband blame himself again, she went out to find a job as a part-time worker without telling him. I am in this family, and she is not the last one to work in a day. She has to ride a bike for 2 minutes at night to help the child with the Olympic Mathematics. She told me that she also graduated from a good university and got married and had children smoothly. She told me that she used to think that she would live like this all her life until something like this happened to her husband.
The smile on Sun Bao's face has become less and less recently. When she cleaned up the garbage for me, she told me that her husband had begun to doubt her. I suspect that she is too tired to spread out on the bed every day when she goes home, and that she doesn't clean herself up as well as before when she goes out every day. I suspect that she will go home now and not complain about things at work with him. She said that the sick person may be very sensitive, and he is even ready to call her colleagues.
He knows that Sun Bao loves beauty the most, and her work often involves going out with leaders, and her clothes are always clean and exquisite. The more he knows his wife who has been in bed for 2 years, the more he suspects that all the beautiful clothes in the closet are put away, and high heels are sealed under the bed, and even now he doesn't even take his purse when he goes out. If he knew that Sun Bao had lost his decent and superior job because of taking care of him, he would surely hammer himself on the bed and scold himself for being useless and for not dying directly at that time. Then he cried and begged Sun Bao to divorce him, and cried and begged Sun Bao to send him to the welfare home.
Every time Sun Bao speaks, his eyes are red. She asked me how I had the heart to leave him alone. After 2 years of marriage, he didn't do anything wrong to me, and he didn't even talk to me loudly. When he was not sick, he was so free and easy. He didn't smoke or drink. His only hobby was driving to the reservoir in the suburbs for fishing on weekends. That car is scrapped now, and their happy life is scrapped with that car.
I listened to their stories, but I couldn't do anything but turn around. I even tried to sweep out the word "hug" on the ground, but I finally gave up. I can only flash my CLEAN button a few times when I want to cry. I think I'll give birth to a person in my next life, so that I may really be able to hug her. Or maybe I can build the wheels of that big truck, so that I can change the direction myself before hitting her husband's car, but I can't do anything now, and I can't do anything.
On that day, Sun Bao was trying to make a vegetable soup with the menu on his mobile phone. Just when the noodles were being stirred under the faucet, her phone rang. She hurriedly turned off the faucet and answered the phone.
"Hey, husband," Sun Bao's voice was particularly gentle.
"I was shopping with my colleagues. Oh, I was trying on a fitting. Sun Bao explained a little flustered.
"Yes, my colleague said that there is a discount today. Well, well, don't worry. I'll buy it back if I like it. Ok, I get it. I'll show it to you at night, "Sun Bao said in a coquetry voice.
After hanging up the phone, Sun Bao stood stupefied for a while. Obviously, she doesn't know how to make a job. I went back to stir the pimple, but it was really a paste. All afternoon, Sun Bao was absent-minded, and even after I walked at her feet for half an hour, she didn't notice me. Sun Bao casually wiped the bookcase and the platform, and then went to Yang.