This is the bad thing about mechanical life. Once they decide on something, they will immediately and unwaveringly execute their goals, and will not turn back even if they hit a wall...
Gu Xingqiao turned over. With Tian Yuan coming in to disturb him, he couldn't fall asleep for the time being. Since he had nothing to do anyway, he opened the reader and read casually.
"What the hell is this..." Staring at the book list, he felt a rare sense of "funny" in his heart.
— "The Fantasy of Mechanical Breeding and Artificial Breeding", "The Forbidden Love of Brothers: The Bloody Rose", "A Feasible Improvement Plan for Thermonuclear Railguns", "The Big-Breasted Male Servant is Panic"…
Facing these... literary crystallizations of the interweaving of sensibility and rationality, Gu Xingqiao was amazed. He flipped left and right and suddenly saw an unnamed story collection.
The reading items here all have their own names, and there is everything to choose from, making people dizzy. Suddenly, an unsigned book appeared, and Gu Xingqiao became curious and clicked on it to take a look.
"Hmm, mythological picture book." He raised his eyebrows.
Humans have long developed the technology of interstellar navigation, but there is still no credible factual evidence for those myths about gods and ghosts. I think myths are just simple historical rumors, which have been covered with a layer of mysterious color over the years.
The god of the icy sea and his eternal bride; Echidna with a human body and a snake tail, and the priest holding a paintbrush entwined around him; the evil dragon protects the prince, and the magic horse carries the knight... What does the knight hold in his hands, pliers and a hammer
And the mermaid's heir, holding his slender soul mate, wandered in the abyss, with strange sea spirits circling around him...
The painting is quite good.
Gu Xingqiao flipped through the book with great interest for a long time. In the end, he gradually felt sleepy and the reader fell from his palm and rolled silently to the pillow.
The wooden decorations on the walls of the room seemed to come alive. They suddenly moved, like soft ribbons, silently wrapping around the small metal instrument, picking it up from the pillow and quietly placing it on the bedside table beside it.
After doing this, the crossbar retracted back into the wall, as if nothing had happened.
The next day, Gu Xingqiao followed his biological clock, got up on time, finished washing up in five minutes, and walked out of the room while wiping his face with a towel.
As he took a step forward, road signs suddenly lit up on the ground and Tianyuan's face appeared on the wall.
"Good morning," Tian Yuan maintained his usual cold expression, "Did you sleep well last night?"
Gu Xingqiao: "... Not bad."
"Come to the restaurant for dinner," Tianyuan said, "If you want to be healthy, you must have a good breakfast."
He used this face that didn't look like a real person and said this kind of rhyme to coax children, which made Gu Xingqiao really not know how to react.
When he walked into the restaurant, he saw Tianyuan standing in front of the open cooking table. He had changed his combat uniform into a plain silver casual uniform, and he had an apron tied around his waist that looked very incongruous.
"Please." The mechanical body turned around and put out a plate of French toast that was toasted to perfect golden brown on both sides. It was filled with rich cheese that had melted into a stringy state and covered with thick, tender ham.
Gu Xingqiao sat at the table in a daze, watching Tianyuan shovel the egg neatly into the plate—it was a sunny-side-up egg with a quivering yolk and a shiny white, and it was in the iconic heart shape...