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"It can be used in many places, yes, it is a method." Lin Xun said: "But compared to other methods, there seems to be no substantial improvement, but there are more options."
"Hmm." Dongjun walked to the bedside: "Would you like to learn a little more about the principle of nutshell? His application is here."
Lin Xun: "I want to."
When he said this, he looked at Dongjun and smiled unconsciously.
There was also a smile in Dong Jun's eyes. The moment his eyes met, it seemed like a natural movement made by a ghost. Lin Xun stretched out his hand and gently hugged Dong Jun's waist, burying his face between his chest and abdomen. The warm and firm touch is so close that you can hear your heartbeat.
Dongjun rubbed his hair, his movements very intimate.
Lin Xun looked back and felt as if he was clinging to people.
But he had no face to lose.
-It's going to start when I just woke up this morning.
He only knew that he liked to move when he was sleeping, but he didn't know that he rolled into Dongjun's arms. When he woke up, he was sticking to Dongjun's chest, and his right hand was still holding his sleeve - as for the rest of the body part, Lin Xun felt like an octopus.
Dong Jun didn't know that it was the self-cultivation that he had cultivated for hundreds of years, but he was so indulgent. He held him, and he didn't know how long he held him. When he saw him wake up, he could even gently ask, "Did you sleep well? ?"
pretty good.
It's just that you may not be well.
sorry.
But I might dare next time.
However, after sleeping for one night, he really felt that the distance between himself and Dongjun had narrowed, and he was not too afraid - he could tolerate Dongjun who forcibly rolled into a ball with him, but one can imagine that his temper at other times is also good. of.
With this action now, he pressed his forehead against Dong Jun's chest and felt a slight vibration.
Dongjun: "Do you want to continue sleeping?"
Lin Xun let go of him: "I want to get up."
He looked at the time: "...it seems a little late."
Dongjun: "It's okay."
Lin Xun got out of bed to wash up. There was an appliance and two sets of toothbrushes on the silver-white washbasin. In the mouthwash cup near Lin Xun's hand, a layer of toothpaste had been squeezed on the white electric toothbrush. He remembered that he had not When he was completely awake, Dong Jun kissed his forehead, and then the man went to wash up first.
He picked up the toothbrush, held it in his mouth, and straightened his hair. The person in the mirror looks like a dog, which is pleasing to the eye.
After washing, he went out, and the little robot came over, holding Lin Xun's clothes on the silver-white tray - it seemed to have secretly washed the clothes and ironed them.
In the traditional impression, people like Dongjun should have a lot of servants in the house, plus gardeners, drivers and housekeepers. But here, intelligent systems and robots have become a series of jobs that should have been done by humans, and even more beautiful.
While wearing clothes, Lin Xun listened to the small robot broadcasting today's expected temperature and weather, as well as the morning news.
The weather is still very cold, not like May or June, this year's summer is long overdue.
Dong Jun was not in the room. After he had cleaned himself up, he looked around and found a half-open glass partition door. After entering, it was the cloakroom. Dong Jun was sitting in front of a mirror with his slender ten fingers poking out from his chest. Removed - just dealt with the tie.
Lin Xun walked over, probably to express his flattery at Dong Jun's act of squeezing toothpaste with his own hands, and he rubbed against Dong Jun, behind him.
The lighting in the cloakroom is very soft, and Dongjun in the mirror has clear features, a delicate indifference, as beautiful as he has just stepped out of a movie camera.
Lin Xun stared.
I saw Dong Jun in the mirror smiling and raising his elbow.
Looking at the open cufflinks box on the table, Lin Xun understood what he wanted to do by himself.
He took out a cufflink from the box—one of the pair he had given Dongjun. Then, he held Dong Jun's wrist, the cuffs of the shirt were folded, he observed for about half a minute, and understood the use of cufflinks - the side that would be exposed from the appearance, the back side of the hand was inserted, and passed through two layers, Then buckle it, and do the same with the other wrist.
Ambiguous lights, cufflinks with flowing dark patterns, graceful backs of hands and joints made Lin Xun feel the breath of the bourgeoisie.
But at the same time, he found something not very good.
Lin Xun: "It seems difficult to clasp one hand, how did you do it before?"
Dongjun raised his eyebrows: "I thought you knew."
Lin Xun: "...?"
Dongjun turned to look at him and said lightly: "The premise of giving cufflinks is that you know that the other party has a lover who is willing to wear them for him every day."
Lin Xun felt that Dongjun was teaching him how to behave in the world, what gifts to give and what not to give.
But he also felt that Dongjun was flirting.
He brought Dong Jun's hand to his lips and kissed the back of his hand. No matter what Dong Jun meant, he was going to get away with it anyway.
Dongjun's eyelashes were slightly curved, and his eyes flickered with the luster of the stars in the evening mist.
Lin Xun also smiled at him.
This is not over.
Breakfast is still a product of the smart kitchen, and the robot also puts cat food in the pointer's cat bowl. It was a peaceful morning, but before going out, Lin Xun was put on a black coat by Dongjun - his original clothes were thin, and today is a lingering wet and cold rainy day.
On the way, Dongjun answered a call. Lin Xun didn't know what it was, but he heard Eagle mentioned.
Galaxy seems to be launching a new product, while Eagle chose to launch a similar product at the same time, and at the same time, they seem to have a lawsuit going on.
Over the years, the competition in this industry has become more and more fierce. Galaxy and Eagle have completely abandoned the false friendship in the early years, and even confronted each other - for example, Galaxy has just launched the immersive holographic experience cabin "Nutshell", and Eagle has begun to provide them in various channels. The launch of wearable holographic devices made a big splash. The supporters of the two companies are also dissatisfied with each other. The most common sentence of Galaxy fans is to suggest that Dongjun directly refuse Eagle to use the Gx language. In doing so, at least half of Eagle's projects will be hit hard. But Lin Xun felt that Dongjun would not, just like science without borders, open source is supreme, and technology is never closed. This is the demeanor of a programmer.
In fact, Dongjun has never done this.
Lin Xun quietly looked at Dong Jun's profile, and was convinced that he praised him not because the fan filter was as thick as the Hubble telescope, but because this person really was.
Dongjun's residence is not far from the location of Yinhe. After the car stopped, he got out of the car and followed Dongjun into the Galaxy Hall - wearing Dongjun's coat, with Dongjun's cat on his shoulders.
- Dongjun's cat's tail is still loosely wrapped around his neck.
Lin Xun accepted the baptism of his eyes and recalled the number of times he came here.
Very good, three into the palace.
No matter what the rumors are, when this happens for the third time, it's time to take it seriously.
He met the inquiry's gaze and smiled politely - then Dong Jun led him into the elevator.
Dong Jun turned on the computer in front of him, put the keyboard by his hand, and put the pointer on the table.
"Play by yourself." Dongjun said, "I'll go to the regular meeting and accompany you later."
Lin Xun just played by himself.
He put on his earphones and began to concentrate on analyzing the data generated by the hospital battle royale Zhongluo.
I don't know if my feelings are wrong. During that hour, Luo showed extraordinary flexibility. Lin Xun even believed that this was a living person assisting him.
About an hour later, he found that Luo had secretly learned a voice library.
The principle is simple.
Change your voice according to your emotional inclination.
For example, change "recommended to enter the elevator" into "elevator!"
Or change "Danger detected, please be safe" into "You want it."
Fine.
Self-learning ability is indeed a highlight of Luoshen.
He was about to end the examination when he suddenly frowned.
A string of suspicious symbols, a bit awkward.
He stopped the cursor there and was about to take a closer look when the phone rang.
A phone number that is quite familiar - Lin Xun usually doesn't store numbers, and he doesn't give names to people, because he can remember them once.
Thinking about it, it was an unexpected person.
"Hello." Lin Xun said lightly.
A male voice came from the receiver: "Senior?"
Lin Xun said, "Xue Xin?"
"It's me," the owner of the voice seemed a little happy, "Senior still remembers me."
"Well." Lin Xun didn't say anything and asked him, "What's the matter?"
"I made a project, and suddenly thought that the senior is also in this regard." Xue Xin said on the opposite side: "I want to discuss with you..."
Lin Xun listened.
Xue Xin was a junior at that time.
Nor is he a direct junior, he is from the Physical Education Institute.
Lin Xun's reason for rejecting suitors back then was "I'm a coder, you can't code".
As a result, there is one less athlete and one more programmer in the world. This junior has taught himself python, entered the industry, and finally reached the pinnacle of his life. This incident was once a legend, and Wang Anan and Zhao Jianshe liked to talk about him the most. It wasn't until the junior started to play with flowers and split with a few men and women that they reluctantly gave up this conversation.
Lin Xun didn't know how he found his contact information - he didn't change his number, but he did, but it didn't matter.
What Xue Xin means is, I heard that the senior is working on an intelligent system, and I am also working on it here, and the direction is the same. If the senior does not dislike it, you can come to my side to give pointers, or we can cooperate, we all welcome you.
While Lin Xun listened to him, he echoed with each other.
"What do you think, senior?" Xue Xin finally asked politely.
Lin Xun paused.
To be honest, he is not uninterested in Xue Xin's direction.
In fact, he is interested in many directions.
but-
He smiled politely and was about to answer when he suddenly felt someone move beside him.
He was alert for a moment, and then realized that Dongjun should have been by his side for a long time, and the faint and cold fragrance of perfume also existed for at least ten minutes - it should be that he was too focused when he was playing with Luo, and he didn't notice him coming back. And he didn't bother himself.
He paused, came back, held Dong Jun's hand, and continued to plan to answer Xue Xin.
An arm crossed his chest, fingers clasped on his shoulder, and slowly tightened.
Lin Xun paused again, and continued to prepare to answer.
A gentle breathing sounded beside his ear, and the cool thin lips pressed against his auricle, and then down, the teeth bit his earlobe.