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The curtains were drawn, and in the dimly lit interior, a light came on, which was a message prompt.
Dong Jun picked up Lin Xun's cell phone from his pillow, the cell phone lock was automatically opened, and a message popped up.
Qi Yun: In
Lo: Yes.
Qi Yun: Not dead
Lo: Live.
Qi Yun: Come out to play
Lo: What are you playing
Qi Yun: Dad's movie is coming up, I'll show you
Lo: False sleep
Qi Yun: dei
Lo: He hasn't woken up yet, I'll ask when he wakes up.
Qi Yun: ? ?
Qi Yun: Huh! Oh it's you
Qi Yun: Congratulations on the remarriage
Lo:^^
After posting this emoji, he stopped communicating with Qi Yun, and put the phone upside down and put it back on the pillow.
The man in his arms moved.
Dongjun's eyes retracted from the pillow and looked at the person in his arms.
Lin Xun frowned slightly in his dream, and the whole person moved in his arms, leaning closer to him.
In the dim light of the bedroom, Lin Xun's silhouette was as gentle as twilight. The slender eyelashes have a slightly curved arc, and they quiver slightly with the breath. When he closes his eyes, he is very quiet, and the beautiful arc of the jaw line goes down, exposing his neck and collarbone from the snow-white quilt. Fragile due to thinness.
- His fingers lightly rested on Lin Xun's neck.
The warm carotid artery is beating, one beat, another beat, with a delay of 0.3 seconds from the heart beat.
Lin Xun.
Alive Lin Xun.
The last time I had him like this was two years ago.
At that time, Lin Xun was also so thin, he didn't like to talk, as if he had something on his mind, but he didn't tell him. Only in the middle of the night, when sleep robs him of all waking consciousness, he rolls over and leans lightly in his arms unconsciously, fingers clasping his arms or the corners of his clothes. His breath, his heartbeat, his fingers, and even the shadows cast by the light passing through his eyelashes were telling himself that this person was about to leave you.
He also remembered being in his twenties.
At that time, the skin on this neck was fair and smooth, with the aroma of milk and lemon when biting into it, and the arc of the collarbone was round and delicate, as unbridled and good-looking as its owner. Every morning, he would wake up from his arms - he always seemed to be full of energy, sometimes he woke up earlier than him, when he opened his eyes, he would see Lin Xunzheng staring at him without blinking , his eyes curled up, and he leaned in to kiss his side cheek.
He still remembered the scene twenty years ago.
There are dense creepers crawling outside the window, and the morning sun shines through them, and there will be noises from the neighbors and the owner of the breakfast stall bargaining outside the window. He and Lin Xun held hands when they slept, and continued to hold when they woke up. If he woke up first, he would maintain his original posture and wait until Lin Xun opened his eyes—Lin Xun would rub his eyes before opening them. At that time, his eyes were full of his own reflection, and he would look first After a while, he smiled and said, "Morning."
A thin strand of forehead hair hung down gently from above, and Dong Jun reached out and brushed him away, just like he did two years ago, seven years ago, or even twenty years ago.
- But even with the same people and the same actions, in the past two, seven, and even twenty years, they have changed too much.
Lin Xun felt something in his dream. He stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyes, then put it down, put his fingers on his arm unconsciously, and opened his eyes. Dongjun saw his own reflection in those eyes.
He saw Lin Xun looking at him like that for half a minute, then he rolled his eyes and said to him with a smile, "Morning."
The curtains were not drawn, and a ray of sunlight shone in, glittering in Lin Xun's eyes, as if twenty years of time had turned into shining dust between them.
Dongjun was slightly startled.
In fact, few people in the world have a relationship that lasts for 20 years, and few people have the chance to get it back. In the past two years, and in the last month, he has prepared everything, and he knows that the sun will not rise every day, just as no one will wake up in his arms.
Lin Xun stretched out his hand and stroked his side face, his fingertips resting at the corner of his eyes.
Lin Xun said, "Don't cry."
This person's eyes were red, but he was still telling the other person not to cry.
Dong Jun smiled, pulled his fingers down, and kissed them lightly on his lips.
And Lin Xun looked at him for a while, and said, "I seem to be dreaming."
Before waiting for Dongjun to speak, he said again: "When I was dreaming, I didn't want to wake up. I was afraid that when I woke up, I would be alone in the room. But I wanted to wake up again, thinking... what if it wasn't like that."
People are not too awake when they first wake up, so they will say some things that they would not say when they are awake, confession, or confession.
Sure enough, after Lin Xun said this, as if he had done something bad, he buried himself in the quilt, and the tips of his ears turned red.
Dongjun hugged him and whispered in his ear over and over again: "No way."
"I won't leave you for another day."
Lin Xun stretched out his arms to hug him, Dong Jun hugged him back, and gently stroked his shoulders with his fingers. I haven't seen him for two years, and Lin Xun has become attached to himself a lot, just like the big rabbit who called him "man" in a dream. Maybe he's always been like this, just didn't make it.
Still thinking about it, I heard Lin Xun muffled, "Men."
Dongjun replied to him: "You can stop calling men now."
Lin Xun: "Then what are you calling?"
Dongjun: "Maybe you can call your husband."
Lin Xun was silent for a while.
"I can't shout," he whispered, "I'd better call baby, baby."
Dongjun didn't stop him, and he didn't ask him to shout anything. In fact, at some point, Lin Xun could shout anything.
He just smiled and pulled Lin Xun up from the bed, helped him change out of his pajamas, and prepared to get up.
When changing clothes, he chose a soft gray sweater with slightly longer sleeves for Lin Xun, because Lin Xun had a light red mark on his wrist, which was made last night, and should not be shown to others.
After hearing the news that Qi Yun invited him out to play, Lin Xun agreed without hesitation, and was even very happy.
However, when we met, it was not only Qi Yun, but also Chang Ji. Chang Ji graduated with a Ph.D. this year and got a teaching post at the school. He is still doing research on Buddhism. He is a friend of Lin Xun who has known him since his university days and is a friend of the school next door.
Dong Jun doesn't know the ins and outs of the inexplicable friendship between Lin Xun and Qi Yun, so he doesn't know how Chang Ji and Qi Yun got to know each other, only because Qi Yun wants to make a religious-related movie, but he lacks The temperament related to religion was thrown to Chang Ji's hands to do chores.
As for the movie to watch - this movie Dongjun and Lin Xun have seen it once in the virtual world, the only difference may be that part of the plot has changed in Lin Xun's conscious world, and the face that represents artificial intelligence has changed. Became Qi Yun's.
Qi Yun wears a silver-white uniform in this movie. He is fragile and alienated. The proportions of his slender and slender body and his beautiful body seem to have been carefully calculated. The long silver hair and pupils, especially the pale pupils, reveal Some kind of inhuman indifference and compassion, perhaps this is artificial intelligence, a virtual creation.
Qi Yun's performance is the same as his image. This may depend on Gao Dao's strict requirements, and perhaps it is also due to Gao Dao's experience of throwing him into Galaxy's artificial intelligence department for half a year - that's how Lin Xun and him knew each other, before he left Galaxy.
And Qi Yun didn't know what Lin Xun encountered during this month, the news was blocked very tightly, he only knew that Lin Xun had a little accident on his body and stayed in the hospital for a month.
Seeing Qi Yun rubbing Lin Xun's elbow: "Do you know how I acted?"
Lin Xun asked, "How did you act?"
Qi Yun: "When I was studying in your Galaxy, every day I was thinking 'what the hell is this' and 'what the hell is this', but each of you seems to understand very well, there is a very Forceful temperament."
"What you said is very wrong." Lin Xun said, "We really understand."
Qi Yun looked suspicious: "Really?"
Lin Xun: "Really, don't use your intelligence to guess our intelligence."
Qi Yun: "Do you think I don't understand that you are scolding me?"
Lin Xun smiled: "So how did you act?"
Qi Yun: "I think I don't fit in with you, so I pretend that I will too, and I will be on par with you. Every day I let go of my eyes and look like I understand it well."
Lin Xun: "..."
Lin Xun: "Then you will act?"
Qi Yun: "No, Director Gao said I was qualified, but I still can't. Wasn't your husband still playing with my nephew's avatar at that time?"
Lin Xun: "Did you mean Luo?"
Qi Yun: "Yes, but it hasn't been completely done yet, and it can't make expressions. I just hang out in that office every day, and whatever expressions it makes, I also make expressions. Just like that, I keep my eyes open. If I play artificial intelligence, I will learn real artificial intelligence, and that’s it.”
Lin Xun smiled and patted his shoulder: "Then you are really a talented actor. But what about the emotional part?"
Qi Yun: "Don't talk about it, I have suffered a lot again. You can concentrate on watching movies."
Lin Xun concentrated on watching the movie.
The atmosphere of the film is an eternally silent voyage through the universe, from the plot to the visuals to the soundtrack. This is a sci-fi literary film, some people may feel boring or even drowsy, but more people will feel the thrilling beauty.
Lin Xun touched Dongjun's hand.
Dong Jun took his hand back and intertwined his fingers.
At this moment, the atmosphere in the field is as quiet as a movie. People can often return to their own insignificance in the universe, and often realize the value of their own lives because of their insignificance, especially for them who are almost separated from life and death.
However, there are still people who do not know the value of life.
Chang Jing's eyes turned from the screen to his side.
Lin Xun's eyes gradually shifted from the screen to his side.
Finally, Dong Jun's eyes also turned.
The three of them focused their attention on Qi Yun.
Qi Yun fell on Chang Ji's body, not knowing anything.
He fell asleep.
Watching the movie he made, he fell asleep.
Also slept soundly.
Lin Xun whispered: "From this point of view, I think this movie is a failure."
Chang Ji whispered: "Although he is a qualified actor, he still doesn't seem to have the corresponding ability to appreciate."
Lin Xun: "He's so cute."
Dong Jun put his hand on Lin Xun's shoulder.
Lin Xun quickly changed his words: "Hahahahahaha."
Until the end of the movie, Qi Yun still didn't wake up, he slept like an animal, this was a failed party, a failed party had a failed ending, Chang Ji packed Qi Yun, who was almost in a coma. Throw it in the car and take it away. And Lin Xun laughed until his stomach hurt, and he was taken away from Dongjun.
On the way back, Lin Xun was very interested, and discussed with Dong Jun the plot of the movie, the meaning of human immortality, and the problems that humans will encounter after uploading their consciousness. There was a light in his eyes when he said this, just as it was many years ago.
"The two propositions that computers acquire human thinking ability and people acquire computing ability of computers are equivalent. When this day comes, there is no need to consider ethical issues, because we have become the same kind to some extent. Lin Xun said: "From a perceptual point of view, when a computer said 'Hello orld' to a human for the first time, it was already the beginning of a new era."
The voice fell, but Lin Xun didn't speak, and instead stared at Dongjun.
Dongjun asked, "What's wrong?"
Lin Xun: "I suddenly thought of a question."
Dongjun: "Huh?"
"I asked you that day and asked you to name a string of characters with the most significance to you, and then I used it as the root password of the permission system." Lin Xun said: "After I forget these things, I only have one chance to guess that string. What is the character that means a lot to you, but guessed it correctly. Thank you for being a qualified programmer, otherwise I might not have woken up."
Looking at him, Dong Jun smiled softly: "I'm not a qualified programmer."
"Impossible." Lin Xun said, "That string of characters is 'Hello orld'."
In the car, Dong Jun turned his head to look at him, but he didn't see him. His eyes passed through twenty years of time and came to the bedroom of the old house, which was full of creeping tigers outside the window.
Here, Lin Xun pulled him—or rather, he brought himself home with a lollipop. But in fact, it was not the sugar that took Dongjun away, but Lin Xun's eyes.
"From today onwards, you will be good friends with me!" Lin Xun smiled at him: "What do you like to eat?"
Dongjun shook his head.
"Don't you have something to eat?"
He nodded.
Lin Xun: "Then what do you like to play?"
Dongjun looked at him happily asking questions, but could only shake his head silently.
Lin Xun: "What about the person you like? What about the little animal you like? Don't you have a game you like to play?"
He had nothing to answer the lively boy in front of him, Lin Xun's eyes twinkled, as if he loved everything in the world, and his world was the opposite of him, only a lifeless black and white.
In the end, he could only slowly shake his head.
"Then let me show you my favorite thing!" Lin Xun jumped out of bed, took his hand, and led him to the computer in the corner of the room.
"This is a compiler. I only know C language now, but I will definitely know a lot in the future." Lin Xun tapped his fingers on the keyboard: "I'll show you my favorite program, it's so simple, just one output statement Well, look, printf."
He hits a semicolon, returns a line feed, types a brace, and runs.
A running interface with gray words on a black background pops up on the computer, and the sentence "Hello orld" appears on the screen.
"This is the first sentence that a computer said to a human being. From that day on, the computer has real life," Lin Xun turned to look at him: "Look!"
He was not looking at the screen.
Lin Xun seemed to be dissatisfied, and said softly: "Let you look at the screen, not at me..."
He still looked at Lin Xun, at the stars in his eyes, at his elation, at the flames that represented love in his eyes, at the things he had never seen before—he would recall many years later This scene.
The programmer gave the computer real life with a sentence "Hello orld", what about him? At what time, who gave him real life
In a sense, he wasn't a living person - he never thought he would like something or someone, and he knew what a dark destiny and a lonely life he had to have until he met someone.
But even so, there is no tenderness in his character, and he is not a gentle and kind person. He wanted to entangle and torment each other with him, to imprison him to death, and to pull him down and sink into the abyss together.
But he won't.
Hello orld.
You love the world.
I love you.