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The seniors complimented Luo for five minutes without stopping. Although the old man is a relative from different generations, is his lemon essence really inferior to mobile phone essence? Lin Xun decided to kill him without showing them Luo's 3D projection form, otherwise, after a day, they probably would have forgotten who Lin Xun was.
He returned to the house on the third floor with a sense of loss, but found that the three people were playing games together, so incomparable that he completely forgot his existence.
Lin Xun silently returned to the room, called his Dongjun, hummed for a while, and finally ended the conversation with a "Momada", kicked open his door, and said in an extremely harsh tone: "Rehearsal!"
Rehearsals are not difficult to rehearse.
Three people acted as the audience, and he explained T with a blank face, and then slightly repaired the inappropriate places, and rehearsed three times.
Wang An'an's face was indescribable: "That, the algorithm."
Lin Xun raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong?"
Wang Anan: "Can you, that, be more emotional."
Lin Xun looked directly at him: "I will."
Zhao Jiji: "Tsk, you just separated from your man for a long time, why do you look like a widow?"
Lin Xun: "?"
He immediately had a physical conflict with the frame and beat it.
After laughing for a while, they took a breath, sat down, and glanced at each other silently.
Lin Xun spoke first: "Tomorrow..."
Architecture: "Everything went well."
Wang An'an gave a ghostly cry: "Everything is going well!"
Lin Xun smiled and lay down on the sofa: "You have worked hard."
The framework leaned against him and said, "You have worked hard, we have been playing here for several days."
Lin Xun didn't speak.
Three years is not a short period of time. He skipped grades, and when he graduated, he was nineteen years old. His structure was similar to his, but his safety was steady and steady. Those who graduated from their college either went straight to academics or entered top companies or institutions, and they were the youngest and most promising people in people's eyes.
However, during the youngest and most precious three years, the two of them followed him and lived in such an old-fashioned community for three years. It doesn't mean that they don't have money. The three of them go out to take care of private work, and they are still doing well. The company can still save a lot of money. However, the workload is too much, and what they want to do is so out of reach. The extra thought goes to tinkering with making a living.
Lin Xun held the pointer and didn't speak for a long time. When he was about to stare through the ceiling, he said, "Thank you...for trusting me."
The framework slapped his shoulder: "Xun, can you still believe it?"
Lin Xun patted him.
"You hit me!" The framework rushed to pull him.
Then it became a piece again.
Lin Xun also gave up sensationalism and devoted himself to the fight. After all, he still couldn't say anything nasty.
The fight ended with the pointer participating in the battle, scratching the paw of the framework, attracting the fire of the framework to it, and then they launched a fierce chase in the room.
Lin Xun had nothing to do, turned on his phone, and scribbled on the memo.
Over there, a chat with Dongjun popped up, and Dongjun said good night to him.
A happy pointer: work tomorrow
Dongjun: Come on.
A happy pointer: what time do you go
Dongjun: Seven o'clock.
A happy pointer: Then I may not be able to say good morning to you, good night, good morning.
Dongjun: What
Lin Xun looked at the words "Momada" and laughed involuntarily, but the smile only lasted for less than five seconds, and he was a little sad, opened the memo, and wrote down a series of numbers.
"What are you doing? Crying and laughing." Wang Anan snatched his cell phone.
"Hey!" Lin Xun didn't have time to stop him. The act of snatching his mobile phone safely was just a matter of experience and perfection. - Immediately afterwards, I saw Security frowning at his memo: "What is this?"
"It's nothing." Lin Xun snatched it back.
Wang Anan: "Why do you remember so much time?"
Lin Xun: "It's really nothing."
"Don't." Wang An'an looked as if he wanted to pursue it to the end: "What are you doing hiding from us?"
Lin Xun stared at him and said lightly, "Should I quietly remember my boyfriend's commute time and tell you?"
Wang An An: "… "
He let go: "Okay."
He turned his head and left slowly, and continued: "You are amazing."
He suddenly turned around again: "Are you a pervert?"
Lin Xun: "?"
He said indifferently: "Do you see me like it?"
Wang Anan: "Like, you little pervert."
Lin Xun and him stared at each other for five seconds, then suddenly said, "Do you remember the blockchain?"
Wang An'an had an unsure expression on his face, but still nodded: "Remember."
"In the first lesson, the teacher told us its principle. He said that the blockchain is like a poem in a language that may be inaccurate, but best understood."
"Ah, I remember that one." Wang An An said, "What bird, what the sky, what else, Yan Guo leave a voice?"
"Almost," Lin Xun held an aluminum can, squeezing it bit by bit, and said in a low voice, "Something happened, when it happened, it was like the butterfly effect, or everything in the world. Like other things, it must have an impact on the surrounding environment, and then... When this thing is erased, it will not erase the traces left in the world, and even through those traces, we can infer that What happened out here."
"That's right." Wang An'an nodded: "Blockchain, Bitcoin. Information is the safest in the blockchain."
Lin Xun looked at the crisscrossing lines on the can, and nodded: "I think reality is like a blockchain, and there are no secrets that can't be hidden."
Blockchain, a decentralized, distributed ledger. When you do one thing, there will be traces of you all over the world, which cannot be washed away or changed.
Wang An'an looked at him, his Adam's apple rolled: "What exactly are you trying to say?"
"It's nothing." Lin Xun said, "I'm just a little... menstrual illness, you know. That's how we fall in love."
Wang An An: "Go away."
He quickly locked himself into his bedroom, as if to draw a line from the little pervert.
Lin Xun shrugged, got up and took a brief shower, and went back to his bedroom. Lying on the bed, he did not draw the curtains and looked at the night outside the window. The lights of thousands of homes in the distance were on and off, and the city lights flickered, illuminating most of the sky. After closing the soundproof windows, all the noise was gone, and only occasionally came. The whistle, and the shadow of the slightly swaying hawthorn tree.
He pulled on the blindfold. When he is not around Dongjun, his sleep quality is always unsatisfactory, and he also dreams. Have some... dreams related to Dong-kun.
Why is this happening? And why are those dreams not appearing by Dongjun's side? Lin Xun retracted his gaze from the window and looked at the ceiling, thinking to himself, this is actually not uncommon. When he was in the same room with Dongjun, he couldn't even enter the system space. The ten-meter radius around Dongjun is simply the only normal place in this world of immortality that conforms to the materialist worldview.
Thinking of this, he said to the air in front of him: "Hello."
"I said, the system." He said, "Jindan period, Nascent Soul period, installment period, I have done so many mainline tasks, why haven't the funds and sect territory been sent to me?"
The system didn't reply, and he continued: "You don't want to default on your debt, do you? Or did I upgrade too quickly?"
In the silence, a mechanical voice sounded faintly.
"The system is busy, please try again later."
Lin Xun: "."
Okay, don't count on it anymore.
He closed his eyes, and his mind was full of thoughts. He thought about what happened these days, and then he thought, after building a cloud platform, it was time for the installment. How to enter the next tribulation period? Judging from the general context of computer development in people's eyes, it won't be some kind of network, machine learning, and artificial intelligence, right
"What the hell are you doing?" Lin Xun asked the system again: "Computer science popularization? Or it's just for beginners. Your framework is a bit lame, really, you can only fool high school students. Or I will write you another one. Set it up."
"The system is busy, please try again later."
Lin Xun gave up communicating with it and tried to sleep.
He thought, if you have to dream, then have a good dream.
It was just as he had hoped, in the peculiar intellect of dreams, sweet and cheerful tunes from nowhere, like children's games, Barbie movies, or the kind of music that would be found in an amusement park. The air is also sweet, candy-like, light and soft.
A red-nosed clown staggered past him, holding many balloons.
Amusement parks... yes, amusement parks.
A quiet, music-only amusement park.
Lin Xun looked around. It was a familiar building. In the center of the amusement park was a pink and blue castle. Next to it was a black castle. It seemed that there were wizards or evil magicians living there. Lin Xun knew that it was King Arthur's labyrinth. The whole amusement park is like a world in a fairy tale. All the facilities are running, and the roller coaster is whizzing by on the left. However, there are no tourists in the huge amusement park, only the red-nosed clown, the flower fairy and the princess. on the way.
What does he come to do
The vague memory told him that it was a date.
Appointments in amusement parks seem to be very common, but I don't seem to remember the exact location, or the person who asked him didn't say it, or it seems that he made an appointment with someone else. I can't remember exactly. is very confusing.
He walked towards the Ferris wheel. He was in his twenties, and he didn't seem to be a young man. He didn't want to play those thrilling games.
In the whole amusement park, all the projects are running, even the empty carousel is slowly going up and down, but only the Ferris wheel is still. All the way, he walked over. The door of the car at the bottom was open, and there was a vague figure. He walked over and closed the door.
The mechanical shaft rang, and the Ferris wheel slowly began to run, rising into the sky.
He looked at the man across from him. Such a familiar outline, sharp and beautiful eyebrows, and well-dressed clothes seem to have not changed over the years, and they will always be there with ease, at a high place.
"Happy birthday." In the amusement park, a new tune played. He smiled and said to Dongjun: "Time flies... so fast. We have known each other for more than 20 years."
Dongjun didn't speak, just looked at him. There seemed to be a pool of calm water in his pupils, so deep, for more than 20 years, Lin Xun didn't know what was hidden there.
"I've prepared a gift for you." Lin Xun said, "But I forgot to bring it."
Dongjun looked at him and seemed to be very gentle. It was true. Lin Xun thought in a trance that this person had never lost his temper against himself.
Dongjun said: "It doesn't matter."
"Well..." Lin Xun said, "I have something to tell you."