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"Give you candy."
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the sun outside the window, the sunlight passing through the plane trees and hawthorn trees, a little dazzling. The aftermath of the sun reacted strangely to his own eyelashes, reflecting a slight iridescence in front of his eyes, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue and purple, like the color of that colorful lollipop.
He continued to stretch the candy forward.
The handsome boy in front of the piano, like a doll, didn't move, but his fingers fell unconsciously, pressed a key, a "dong" sounded, and played a few spins in the room.
The piano sounded like a terminator, a brace, ending this sudden dream.
I don't know if that candy was taken, maybe it was taken.
Lin Xun opened his eyes, the snow-white ceiling made him slightly confused, and a ray of sunlight came in through the gap in the curtains, casting a slight iridescence.
He took a deep breath, stood up, sat up from the bed, and leaned against the pillow.
Kind of, sour.
It wasn't the acid of lemon, it was acid in the physiological sense. It spread to the bones all over the body, and the skin was a little sore, concentrated in a few areas, like being bitten. However, there was no other reaction to the leg that had not yet been completely declared cured, and the injury did not worsen. Lin Xun felt that someone who went crazy last night didn't forget to take care of his legs, which showed that this person's self-control was a bit scary.
At least, he claimed that he couldn't do it. He almost forgot who he was last night.
After moving his arms, he opened the memo and typed about 20 words, and then carefully read the things he had memorized from beginning to end, threw the phone away, and got up.
"Hi, Lin Xun." A clear, slightly hoarse voice of a young man with a milky tone came from behind, and at the same time, blue light lit up.
Lin Xun: "You can call Dad."
"Oh." Luo walked a few steps around the bed, sat down cross-legged beside the bed, put his right elbow on the edge of the bed, resting his cheek. His long silver hair looked very smooth and fell down with his movements, and his frosty blue eyes looked cold and mischievous. Lin Xun didn't know how these two adjectives described the same thing at the same time, maybe it was because Luo The shape of his eyes is a bit like Dongjun, but the eyes are not like, I don't know what strange things are synthesized.
Luo: "Your clothes are over there."
Lin Xun: "Thank you."
Luo: "But I don't actually advise you to get up."
Lin Xun said seriously, "I think so too."
Luo: "It is recommended to lie down."
Lin Xun: "But I always feel that something bad is going to happen. You can calculate what it is."
Luo's tone was indifferent: "Please write this function for me."
Lin Xun: "You are artificial intelligence, not mentally retarded. I order you to find a predictive model."
"Oh," Lowe said. "Search, choose a model, Murphy's Law. If you feel something bad, it's bound to happen."
Lin Xun raised his hand and shut him down.
Artificial mental retardation is sometimes mentally retarded as if it were a real intelligence.
He raised his arms and pressed his wrists to his eyes, thinking aimlessly. Then he got up. At the end of the third floor, there was a room he had never been to. According to the layout of the whole building, it was a large room with floor-to-ceiling windows on both sides.
He walked over barefoot, the floor was a little cold, and the white door was unlocked and opened with a twist. He pressed his hand on the cold doorknob and pushed the door inward. Before he could see the scene in the room, he first smelled an uninhabited atmosphere.
The door was open fifty degrees, and a huge black grand piano was leaning against the window.
Lin Xun's breath stagnated, and he closed the door abruptly. He pressed his back against the door, wiped his forehead, and was dripping with cold sweat.
The blue light lit up, and Luo appeared beside him, tilting his head slightly at him.
"It's okay." Lin Xun said, then reached out and took his hand, intending to return to the original room. Luo slowly followed him.
"Luo." He suddenly said.
Luo turned to look at him, a thirteen- or fourteen-year-old boy, just as tall as his chest, with clear eyes.
Lin Xun said, "Are you going to lie?"
Luo just looked at him so quietly, without saying anything or speaking.
Lin Xun didn't say anything. He knew that this question was actually beyond the scope of Luo's answer. Generally speaking, artificial intelligence does not deceive people. They are made to serve human beings. However, their innate rigor won't make them make rash promises.
Luo remained expressionless, which presumably meant that he was searching for a viable answer.
Lin Xun turned back and continued to walk forward. After walking five or six steps, he suddenly heard a voice behind him, a young man's slightly hoarse voice.
"I will always be by your side."
"The answer is not what you asked. Have you entered any Internet love language database?" Lin Xun said: "Re-election."
Luo: "… oh."
They continued to walk forward, and suddenly, a series of message prompts sounded in Lin Xun's ears. Very dense.
He was very familiar with this style of sending messages. Only Qi Yun liked to send such messages in a row to bomb people, and they were all ugly messages without a full stop.
Sending Inkstone Sect-Feihong: Brother, are you there? Pick me up, I've grown legs from drugs
The Inkstone Sect - Feihong: I'm going to audition this afternoon
Sending Inkstone Sect - Feihong: Brother, are you there
Ji Yanzong-Feihong: Damn, I feel like I'm weak
Ji Yanzong - Feihong: Brother, give me some face, I can't even have an assistant
Sending Yanzong-Feihong: The monk changed his thesis all night last night, I guess he hasn't woken up yet, brother, I only have you
Lin Xun: "..."
He pondered that Qi Yun finally knew that he felt sorry for his senior brother, why didn't he also feel sorry for him? He just woke up too.
He replied: I am here.
Ji Yanzong - Feihong: Brother, you are really my brother
As he spoke, he sent the location and said: come quickly
A happy pointer: OK.
As he was talking, he was about to turn off his phone when he saw Qi Yun sent another message.
Sending Inkstone Zong-Feihong: Brother, can you come here in a better car
Sending Inkstone Zong-Feihong: That Jetta is really broken
Lin Xun has never seen such a person who can push his nose on his face.
A happy pointer: why don't you have an assistant
Sending Inkstone Sect - Feihong: I don't want anyone
Sending Inkstone Zong-Feihong: Our group shares one agent and three assistants, and I can't tell them apart
A happy pointer: Okay.
A happy pointer: how did you start shooting so soon? Do you not read drama
Ji Yanzong-Feihong: Do you think there is still drama to read for the role I played
A happy pointer: get it, you just brush your face.
Sending Inkstone Zong-Feihong: So I shoot for two days at most, my company doesn't care about me, brother, you cover me
A happy pointer: OK, son.
Sending Inkstone Zong-Feihong:
Lin Xun smiled, cut out, and cut to the chat interface with Dongjun.
A happy pointer: I went out to play.
In order to avoid unnecessary disputes, he intends to develop good reporting habits.
Dongjun: Good.
A happy pointer: come back at night.
Dongjun: Pay attention to safety.
A happy pointer: oh so da.
Dongjun: [document]
The file is called "OS", the name is very simple, the abbreviation of the operating system, Lin Xun opened it, decompressed it, and it seemed to be the source code of a simple operating system, which he asked Dongjun for before. He roughly flipped through it. This thing should be Dongjun's homework in his student days. It covers all the basic operations. It is a standard full score, which is completely different from the parallel work of Wang An'an and Zhao Jian.
A happy pointer: Mah!
Dongjun: ^ ^
Lin Xun packed up, chose a plain black sweater and put it on, and then casually buttoned an inconspicuous hat, it looked like a very assistant. But with such a small amount of activity in his clothes, he took a few breaths in a row, and felt that the seams of his bones were sore, like a dead person who couldn't move. He almost suspected that Dong Jun had tossed him in such a different way yesterday in order to keep him from going out.
But Qi Yun's business still needs to be done. Otherwise, this dignified senior sword sect brother has been reduced to the point where he doesn't even have an assistant or a car when he comes out to film. It would be too miserable.
Qi Yun's current physical condition, a fish that has just landed, it is very difficult for him to swing his sword, and Jian Xiu does not cultivate spiritual power, and it is really impossible to do without the sword. Even a sword cultivator at the Golden Core Stage, when he was unarmed, his combat effectiveness was only less than 10% of the original. It is necessary to wait until the Nascent Soul Stage. The realm of the Nascent Soul Stage of the cultivators corresponds to the sword cultivator, which is called the "Sword of the Heart". They use their own body as the sword furnace, and the spirit of the heart as the fire, to temper a "Sword of the Heart". ” From then on, when the heart moves, the sword energy is like an arm and a finger, and it is considered to be free from the shackles of foreign objects.
Lin Xun curled his fingers, even his arms were a little sore, he looked at Luo: "I really don't want to move."
Luo: "I suggest you pigeon off."
Lin Xun: "No."
That director, Gao Liao, had just a few big characters written on his face "I have something to do with monsters". When he went to accompany Qi Yun, it wasn't all about being an assistant. Prepare.
He thought for a while, then turned his head and entered the system space.
The first thing is to load the operating system Dongjun sent him to the system.
The loading progress bar started, the progress was very slow, and he turned to the task area on the other side.
In the inventory in the quest area, there is an item that he has not used so far. It is an elixir obtained from a side quest a few days ago, called "Great Returning Pill". He put his finger on the surface of the round pill, and floating words appeared in front of him.
Great Huan Dan, healing holy medicine, heals internal and external injuries, and restores health.
Lin Xun held it in his hand and wanted to eat it, but finally put it down. He left the system space, dug out the medicine pill that Bihai Fairy had given him, and took one orally.
The cooling sensation spreads all over the body, and the situation is much better.
Lin Xun was happy.
The happy Lin Xun went downstairs.
Qi Yun asked him to drive a better car over there.
That's fine too.
Dongjun's family really does not lack this thing.
The garage door automatically recognized him and slowly rose. When Lin Xun went in, he didn't know what the entertainment industry's travel specifications were, and his impression was quite extravagant.
- So he looked left and right, and the car he picked seemed to be very valuable, but the model and color were relatively low-key.
He sat in, the autopilot system was activated, thrust came from the back, and the vehicle slid out of the garage smoothly.
Lin Xun sat and suddenly felt that his behavior was a little too reassuring.
never mind.
He felt that his state was strange.
Not only is he afraid that Dongjun will be unhappy, but he also knows that no matter what he does, Dongjun will be fine.
Weird.
He kept this weird mentality and looked towards the back seat.
The pointer sat in the back seat, licking its paws gracefully.
Look at the co-pilot again.
Lo leaned back on the seat back for a nap, his standby action.
Twenty days ago, he was a code farmer typing programs with a Coke straw in his rental room, but today he drives Dongjun's car, shuttles around the city, shares a room with cats and artificial intelligence, and picks up a mermaid for work.
Life is like a magic, or a game with the theme of the absurd.
He turned the car's music to maximum.