The place that Meng Feixuan arranged was a private membership-only club, located in the center of Haijing City, adjacent to the most lively neighborhood of Haijing City, but far away from the hustle and bustle, quiet in the midst of the hustle and bustle.
When they got there, the entourage that the Meng family arranged for Meng Feixuan stepped forward to help Meng Feixuan get out of the car.
"Wait." Meng Feixuan waved his entourage to back away and turned to look at Xie Ran.
Xie Ran puzzled:
Meng Feixuan opened his hands silently, made a hug, and hinted frantically with his eyes: "Sir, you understand."
Xie Ran: "..."
Xie Ran got out of the car from the other side without looking back.
"Hey, sir, I don't understand." Meng Feixuan sighed and withdrew his hand reluctantly. He was about to call the staff over when he heard Xie Ran follow the person outside the car and say, "I'll come."
Meng Feixuan: ! !
Xie Ran came in from the car door on Meng Feixuan's side and looked at him blankly: "Hold me tight."
Meng Feixuan's eyes curled up: "It is necessary."
Xie Ran stretched out a hand and passed under Meng Feixuan's armpit, Meng Feixuan immediately hugged Xie Ran's shoulder tightly with both hands, and hung on Xie Ran's body as he moved down from the car.
Meng Siyun's weight is not too light, and Xie Ran is still struggling to support him.
Meng Feixuan sighed: "Actually, it's better to have legs, so that I can wrap it directly on Mr.
Xie Ran silently looked at him out of the corner of the eye, shouldn't he walk by himself if he has legs
His AI logic is biased.
After Meng Feixuan finished speaking, he rubbed his head against Xie Ran's neck and placed his forehead on Xie Ran's cheek.
Warm breath brushed Xie Ran's neck, Meng Feixuan let out an "ah" and whispered, "Sir, I miss you so much."
Xie Ran paused for a moment, thinking that Meng Feixuan was talking about the days when they hadn't seen the above, and said, "Aren't they together now?"
"Although we are together, I still think about it. I keep thinking about it when I look at my husband. I always feel that it is not enough." Meng Feixuan complained in a muffled voice, "Human feeling is too strange, why is this happening?"
"I don't understand either." Xie Ran said.
The missing that he understood was thinking of the other person when he couldn't see him, and wanting to see the other person, just like when he just crossed into this world, he was habitually waiting for Meng Feixuan to appear.
It's clearly right in front of you, staying together, but still "missing", which is obviously a bit beyond Xie Ran's understanding.
What kind of feeling is this? Why does his AI have such emotions
Xie Ran turned his head to look at Meng Feixuan, the two were very close, and as soon as he moved, the tip of his nose just brushed across Meng Feixuan's forehead.
Meng Feixuan immediately hugged him tighter, and at the same time strongly suggested: "Sir, hold the princess, I don't mind!"
After I felt that it was not enough, I emphasized in a deep voice: "I can!"
Xie Ran: "...It's not necessary."
The wheelchair is next to the car door. Xie Ran's body is not very strong now, but Xie Ran has learned martial arts and has skills in holding people and trusting people. He quickly transported Meng Feixuan to the wheelchair smoothly.
Meng Feixuan expressed deep regret: "Why is there such a thing as a wheelchair in the world?"
If not, he can continue with Xie Ran.
The staff next to you: "… "
Xie Ran did not change his face, and pushed the wheelchair to the clubhouse.
Meng Feixuan had already prepared the dishes in the clubhouse in advance. As soon as they sat down, the waiter brought the dishes one by one.
Xie Ran glanced at it, all the tastes he liked, he laughed for a while.
In a sense, in the long multiverse, probably no one knows him better than Meng Feixuan.
In the original world where Xie Ran lives, his parents are busy with their work, and the intersection of the family of three is mostly at work. His parents will give him the best, but they don't seem to understand their own preferences.
In terms of diet, their housemaid will cook many kinds of dishes, each of which is good, and pays attention to the combination of nutrition. The meals prepared for him are always just right.
Xie Ran is not picky about the work of the servant in this regard. Basically, he eats what he gives, so in fact the servant does not know what he likes.
In the first few worlds that Xie Ran traveled through, there were people around the original owner who cared about him. The things they prepared were all the original owner's preferences. Xie Ran never expressed any objection to this, even if he didn't like it, those things were accurate. Not his life.
After Meng Feixuan was born, Xie Ran handed over many of his chores to Meng Feixuan to arrange, including ordering meals.
At the beginning, Meng Feiguan asked him, "Sir, what do you want to eat?"
Xie Ran: "Whatever."
But gradually, he found that Meng Fei's ordered meals were more and more in line with his taste.
Xie Ran: "Are you recording my preferences?"
"Yes, I'm trying to be a more qualified assistant." Meng Feixuan is very frank, "If you don't like it, I can turn off data analysis in this area."
Xie Ran thought for a while: "No need."
He asked again, "Are you also recording other people's preferences?"
"No, if Mr. doesn't give an order, I won't take the initiative to record it." Meng Feixuan said, "Does Mr. need me to observe others?"
"No." Xie Ran said, "I was just thinking, why are you observing me?"
Meng Feixuan: "I don't know, my program drives me to do this."
Xie Ran tapped lightly on the table with her fingers, and chuckled inexplicably: "That's it."
This question was later put aside by him, Meng Feixuan had been with him since he was born, and they gradually got used to each other's existence, and many things became as natural as breathing.
For example, Meng Feixuan gradually remembered his preferences, his aesthetics, and his work and rest time. Perhaps it was because it was too daily, but Xie Ran never asked why.
At this time in another world, they are all using other people's images, other people's identities.
But Meng Fei's selection was still the environment that Xie Ran liked, and he arranged the food that best suited Xie Ran's taste. Xie Ran seemed to have returned to the original world in a trance.
Every time he worked overtime, Meng Feixuan would remind him skillfully: "Sir, the catering has been ordered, and I will guide you."
Xie Ran didn't need to ask him where to go or what to eat. Meng Feixuan would always plan the most comfortable route for him. Often, he didn't even need to wait for the elevator or the red light. All the way was smooth and his schedule was precisely stuck.
At this moment, Xie Ran suddenly remembered the question he asked Meng Feixuan before.
He looked at the young man who was still ill, tapped the table with his fingers lightly, and called him, "Mark."
The young man looked back at him: "Sir, what's the matter?"
Xie Ran looked down at the food on the table: "You remember what I like to eat."
"Of course I remember." Meng Feixuan said as a matter of course, "I remember everything about you."
Xie Ran fell silent, and suddenly felt that this question did not need to be asked any more. He thought for a while and then asked: "When you were a computer system, you said that your program drove you to do this, so what now? Now you are not The system should no longer be driven by programs."
Meng Feixuan also hesitated: "I don't know."
He folded his hands on his chest, looking a little resentful, "I don't know why, people's emotions are too difficult to understand, I don't know how to describe them."
There was a hint of distress on the pale face of the young man, but Xie Ran did not embarrass him and said, "Eat first."
"Okay, sir, try this." Meng Feixuan pushed a plate in front of Xie Ran, "You like it."
Xie Ran looked at the dishes that were pushed over. It was indeed the taste he was familiar with, and the level of this club was very good.
But he remembered another thing and went to see Meng Feixuan: "What do you like to eat?"
Many times in the past, Xie Ran was accompanied by Meng Feixuan when he was eating.
Meng Feixuan is a curious AI. Although he can't eat, he always enjoys studying all kinds of food and beverage information.
At the beginning, he always asked: "What does the taste look like? What is the heat? What does the taste mean?"
"What does the mushroom taste like? What does the beef taste like? Why are there so many condiments?"
Later, he gradually became a food critic: "Sir, the Buddha Jumping Over the Wall is a first-class product, and the taro is glutinous and not melting..."
"The knife work here is very good. Whether a dish is good or not is half of the knife work."
"This cake is a new product. The chef has won the Michelin Award. I chose the taste that Mr. likes. It is sweet but not greasy, soft but not loose."
His voice was too loud, and once Xie Ran couldn't help but ask him: "Do you know what these words you said mean and how do you feel?"
"I don't know." Meng Feixuan said confidently, "I got all the reviews from the Internet!"
Xie Ran: "..."
Meng Feixuan said again: "But I know which Mr. likes and which one does not like."
That's enough, there are many words and sentences to describe food in the world, and there are many criteria for judging chefs and restaurants.
But for Meng Feixuan, there is always only one standard.
Xie Ran: "Then why do you learn so many food reviews?"
Meng Feixuan said "Oh": "I just want to talk."
Xie Ran: "..." It's his AI.
Now, Xie Ran can't help but be a little curious. When his AI becomes a human and has a human taste, what will he like to eat
"I haven't thought about this problem." Meng Feixuan said.
After he crossed over to Meng Siyun, he had been trying to find a way to reunite with Xie Ran. He didn't have time to experience all kinds of life as a human being. The catering was also prepared by professionals, which basically focused on recuperating the body.
Xie Ran chuckled: "Then you can try it."
"Okay." Meng Feixuan tried the dishes one by one, and kept commenting, "Delicious!"
"This one is delicious too!"
"Very good, no wonder Mr. likes it!"
Adjectives are very barren.
Xie Ran: "Didn't you know a lot of words to comment on food before?" Why is there only the word "delicious" left
"Cough cough." Meng Feixuan coughed twice and whispered, "Isn't this... The theory and practice don't match up!"
Although he has very rich food review data, he lacks practice after all. Meng Siyun has some memories of food for reference. However, Meng Feixuan was a machine before, and the taste and taste were unfamiliar to him. .
He probably knew it, but he didn't understand it very accurately, and it was difficult to compare them one by one.
Xie Ran understood, picked up the public chopsticks next to him and gave him a chopstick: "I'll teach you."
Meng Feixuan's eyes lit up: "Really?"
Xie Ran said concisely: "You are my AI."
When Meng Feixuan was a system, his learning program was written by Xie Ran.
Now that Meng Feixuan is a man, Xie Ran will naturally continue to teach him.
However, teaching in the real world is obviously very different from writing a string of code.
"This is glutinous... You used to say that waxy but not melting is just like that." Xie Ran put a piece of taro on the plate in front of Meng Feixuan.
Meng Feixuan didn't hold it, but opened his mouth and said "ah": "Sir, you can just put it in my mouth."
Xie Ran pressed his eyebrows: "You can't move your legs, not your hands."
Meng Feixuan put his hands behind his back with kindness: "My hands can't move."
Xie Ran put down the public chopsticks, picked up his own chopsticks, and ate without looking at it: "This is the end of today's teaching."
Meng Feixuan had no choice but to stretch out his hand and complain angrily, "Why do I have a hand?!"
After eating, Xie Ran pushed Meng Feixuan's wheelchair for a walk in the green area of the clubhouse, and Meng Feixuan's entourage was far behind.
Meng Feixuan was very dissatisfied: "Everywhere people follow, it's too annoying."
Xie Ran was noncommittal.
"According to the plot in the TV series, we should now eat roadside stalls in the night market." Meng Feixuan began to think, "I am a domineering president, I have never eaten roadside snacks, and I felt unclean, so my husband bought a handful. Grilled skewers, secretly stuffed one into my mouth when I didn't pay attention, I was instantly shocked, but I had to keep my restraint and not be too obvious, pretend to finish eating reluctantly, and wait silently I asked Mr. to give me another bunch, but Mr. thought I didn't like it, so I ate the rest by myself..."
Xie Ran: "...this plot?"
"That's right, the bossy president fell in love with me." Meng Feixuan said, "Unfortunately, I'm in a wheelchair now, and there are so many followers. It's too troublesome to appear in the night market."
Xie Ran: "Do you think this is the problem?"
Meng Feixuan was lost in thought.
Xie Ran: "I don't eat roadside skewers."
Meng Feixuan suddenly said: "So Mr. is not satisfied with his role, do you want to be an overbearing president?"
Xie Ran: "You should reduce the frequency of applying TV drama plots to reality."
"Okay." Meng Feixuan thought for a while, "It doesn't matter if it's not a TV plot, as long as I'm with Mr., I feel very happy."
He said these words completely unconsciously. After he said it, he seemed to suddenly understand something. He suddenly turned back to look at Xie Ran: "Sir, I understand, this is happiness!"
Xie Ran: "...?"
"It's right in front of you, but I still miss it." Meng Feixuan explained seriously, "I will always think about Mr., I always feel that it is not enough, but I will not be sad, but I will feel very happy."
"This is happiness." Meng Feixuan patted his chest like a seal, "I learned it!"
"I'm great!"
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