In the midsummer season, Feng Hua was lying on the sofa alone, the breeze was blowing, and the wind chimes in the living room made an ethereal sound, which gradually merged with the cicadas outside the window. His phone vibrated, and it was Sean's text.
"Do you know where your Ye'er is?"
"With that woman?"
"yes."
A photo came over: "Is it okay?"
In the photo, Feng Yeran and Chen Xuan were eating in a western restaurant, and the woman smiled happily.
The phone rang again several times, Feng Hua didn't bother to look at it, and closed his eyes on the sofa.
On the other side, Feng Yeran checked the time for the nth time: "Xiao Xuan, it's seven o'clock, I have to go home."
Today was Feng Yeran's rare rest day. The two dressed up in disguise, even if they held hands recklessly. He took Chen Xuan to go for a drive by the beach, to go shopping, and to have a candlelight dinner. Chen Xuan was very satisfied. However, Feng Yeran has always been a little uneasy.
"Why go back so early, because of that child?"
"Yeah, I only prepared breakfast and lunch for him, Feng Hua is still hungry now."
"You can let him cook by himself, or you can order takeout."
"He doesn't know how to cook... and today there will be boiled fish that he particularly likes at a restaurant near my house, and I have to bring him a copy back."
"You can let the robot deliver it for you."
"It's almost time for me to go back, there are still a lot of things to deal with, sorry Xiaoxuan, I'll show you next time."
"Ye Ran, you can't take care of him like this all the time. Look, you are circling around him every day. Last time I asked you to go on a trip to the Mediterranean Sea, you said no, because Feng Hua didn't go, and you were so busy that you helped him yourself. Washing clothes, cooking, etc., and now I go back early every night, he is so old, and you keep letting him live with you!"
"He looks grown up, but he's only five years old! He's just a little monster, and if I don't accompany him, he'll make trouble and won't be able to sleep at night."
Chen Xuan was stunned for a moment, and suddenly asked, "Could it be that you are still sleeping together now?"
"Yeah." Feng Yeran wanted to say that he had a severe stomach pain at night and couldn't be without Feng Hua by his side, but thought that Chen Xuan didn't know about his illness, so he didn't say it.
Chen Xuan looked surprised: "You guys are like this... it's so wrong!"
After finishing speaking, she took the newly bought clothes from Feng Yeran's hand, turned around and walked away quickly.
Feng Yeran was very annoyed and regretful. He was thinking about how to apologize to Chen Xuan along the way, but when he opened the door, those annoyances suddenly vanished.
As soon as he closed the door, Feng Hua, who was lying on the sofa, propped himself up and smiled at him: "Ye'er, you are back."
He put the fragrant food on the dining table: "Feng Hua, are you hungry, I bought you boiled fish, beef with radish, cold lettuce, and some fruits, come and eat."
"Uh-huh."
"Speaking of which, I remember that you are going to record the tenth episode next week. You want to copy people or something. Are you confident?"
"I haven't tried it yet."
"Yeah, do you need me to help you?"
"Ye'er, how can you help me?" Feng Hua smiled.
"For example, rent a model for you?"
"I already have models."
"Who?"
Feng Hua's cheeks were bulging, and he was eating boiled fish without thorns like a squirrel, with a satisfied face: "I won't tell you."
Feng Yeran was not annoyed by him, he was laughed at by Feng Hua's scorn, he couldn't help but tug at his cheek: "Hahaha... so good, so good!"
"Don't keep saying I'm good, I've grown up!"
"You've always been a child in my eyes."
…
In the evening, Feng Yeran was as usual. When Feng Hua was watching the video, he participated in the video conference, then read some books, wrote a diary, chatted with Feng Hua for a while, and then went to take a bath.
Feng Hua turned off the video, and for a moment, the dim room was silent. He could clearly hear the sound of the minute hand moving step by step. Feng Yeran's footsteps were very light, and the sound of the water in the shower was like rapid raindrops. The softly hummed tune runs through it, with a pleasant atmosphere... Feng Hua's hearing is much better than ordinary people. As long as he thinks about it, he can distinguish every detail of Feng Yeran's movements, and he can even hear it. The quiet sound of his blood flowing, the short drum beat of his swallowing saliva... These rhythms, big or small, thick or thin, were weaving and generating in his mind, as if he were composing a symphony.
Step by step, he walked towards the bathroom.
It was not difficult for him to see through the foggy glass. He stood outside the door and watched Feng Yeran take a bath for 20 minutes.
Feng Yeran opened the door after taking a shower. A white bath towel wrapped around his waist, and after brushing his teeth, he hummed a little tune while washing his clothes.
He still hadn't noticed Feng Hua, who had been staring at him not far away.
Feng Hua watched Feng Yeran's every move in the dark, watched the water droplets that fell from the ends of his wet hair, slipped across his back, and finally dipped into the bath towel, watched the shape of his legs, Out of the heat, do not let go of any details.
After washing the clothes, Feng Yeran walked towards the living room: "Feng Hua, put the water for you, go take a shower."
After that, I went to the balcony to dry my clothes.
When he passed the bathroom, he found that the door was not closed, so Feng Yeran helped Feng Hua to close the door: "Why don't you close the door?"
"Ye'er."
Feng Yeran heard Feng Hua calling him softly: "What's the matter?"
"Look."
Feng Yeran was a little puzzled, he opened the door, and then, the whole person was stunned.
Not only Feng Hua was alone in the bathroom, but there was also another person!
It was a thin man, half a head shorter than Feng Hua, with only a white towel around his lower body, pale skin and clear outline. Under the strands of wet hair, there are arrogant eyebrows, a pair of hazy eyes, and lips pursed tightly in a sense of asceticism. He was so skinny, with a flat stomach, and even the slightest outline of a rib or two.
Feng Yeran felt ashamed, because this person was not someone else, but himself. Obviously, Feng Hua copied another him. This is obviously something to be excited about, but Feng Yeran doesn't want to watch it. He hates seeing his body, he hasn't looked in the mirror for a long, long time. He knew that he had been afflicted by the disease to the point that he had lost his human form and had become thinner and thinner.
Such a body was placed in front of the tall and handsome Feng Hua, which formed a strong visual contrast.
"so ugly..."
Feng Yeran's voice was painful.
But his words were covered by Feng Hua. Feng Hua stood behind the other Feng Yeran and put one arm around the replicator's waist. The other hand gently traced his outline and helped him comb the wet clothes. Then he lifted the clone's face and tilted his head, his beautifully shaped lips were so close to the clone's skin that he seemed to be kissing in the next second.
"Beautiful," he whispered, heat spilling from his lips, which seemed to exude a familiar fragrance.
Feng Yeran had goose bumps all over his body, and a strong sense of shame surged up: "Don't do this!"
But Feng Hua didn't seem to hear it. He stared at the face that was exactly the same as Feng Yeran's almost affectionately. He stretched out the tip of his bright red tongue, and lightly licked the small mole above his right eye, the tip of his nose...
There seemed to be countless invisible threads connecting the duplicants and Feng Yeran's senses, because, almost at the same time, Feng Yeran felt a tingling sensation above his right eye and the tip of his nose, his breathing became more and more rapid, and he was a little hypoxic.
"Have you had enough fun?" Feng Yeran was annoyed.
"No." Feng Hua's voice was soft, almost innocent.
He pulled the duplicant's jaw down, and the duplicant opened his lips shyly.
"Ye'er, look."
(harmonious)
Feng Yeran grabbed the door and fled.
He ran into the bedroom and slammed the door shut, his mind blank.
He pressed his back against the door, only to realize that he was trembling all over, breathing rapidly, and his heart was almost overflowing his chest.
It was clearly not him who was bitten, kissed, or touched, but he was actually hot all over, his body was limp, and he actually felt the familiar, biting pain on the inner thighs, and there was even something strange. numbness…
Strong urges that didn't seem to belong to him were clamoring.
He went into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and rinsed his head directly with cold water.
The heat finally subsided.
He sat on the bed annoyed, frowning.
Chen Xuan's words circled in his mind again and again—
"You are so wrong!"
…
When Feng Hua came to sleep, Feng Yeran had completely calmed down.
"What about the replicators?"
"Disappeared."
Feng Hua's current replication can only last for ten minutes.
"Don't make that kind of joke again."
"What's the matter? Ye'er doesn't like it?"
"... people have a sense of shame. You do that in front of me with people who are exactly like me, it's really... "
Feng Hua smiled: "Ye'er doesn't like what I do to replicants... Do you want me to do it directly to you?"
Feng Yeran suddenly sat up and faced Feng Hua. His eyes were not in the darkness, and his voice was low: "Feng Hua, you almost have the pure blood of the Adesel family, you have a strong temptation, as long as you think about it, my brain will be completely destroyed by you. Paralyzed, my body's five senses and even my emotions may be controlled by you. But, does it make sense?"
"… "
"I love you very much, Feng Hua. But it's really just a kind of affection, and I want to respond to your feelings, but I can't. I can accept you kissing me, but no matter how many things, I really can't accept it. …”
"I know, you love Chen Xuan." Feng Hua's voice was unusually calm.
"I really, really hope that you can change your attention. Now, once you are close to me, once you emit the hormones of the Adesel tribe, I can't stand it at all. Maybe I will really respond to you, but that's not the case. It's not my own feelings, it's just an instinct controlled, wrong impulse. And you mistake me for me... Well, besides, in the end, it will cause you more... I'm sorry... And, I don't want to betray her."
"What a happy woman, she has been betraying you all the time." Feng Hua sighed, but his voice was so small that Feng Yeran didn't hear it.
Feng Hua didn't hug Feng Yeran as usual, but turned around and said, "Don't worry, I won't do unnecessary things in the future."
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"The Maker" was officially broadcast in September, and its sensation was far greater than the first "Dream Maker". Feng Hua almost became a household name "star", making countless women look forward to it.
As the producer of "Dream Maker" and "Creator", Chen Xuan has earned hundreds of millions in two seasons of documentary, and her fame has soared. There is almost no information related to her, Feng Hua, Feng Yeran, and the research institute. Every day is a hot topic.
At a press conference in November, a female reporter asked Feng Hua: "The reason why 'The Maker' and 'Dream Maker' can attract so many people is not only because of your outstanding special abilities, but also because of the Emotional lines, such as restoring a girl's dream about her first love, let her recall the appearance of her first love, and then find him; another example, helping a man reproduce his deceased girlfriend, bringing him a moment of moving. In fact, " The Creator and The Dreamer are love stories, do you agree?"
Feng Hua nodded: "I agree."
Reporter: "But I'm curious, will you fall in love with a certain human? After all, you have 89% Adessel blood, and you can't be considered a human at all."
"I have someone I like. I mean, I love him."
As soon as he spoke, the flashes below stopped for a few seconds, and then the entire space was about to explode, and several reporters screamed.
The female reporter quickly asked, "Can you tell us who she is?"
…
At this moment, Feng Yeran just finished participating in an event and was walking in the hall.
Several women pointed at the three-dimensional screen in the hall with excitement, and he walked over curiously.
On the three-dimensional screen, there is a close-up of Zhang Da.
Feng Hua.
Countless flashes hit Feng Hua's body, and the pigmentation of his whole body became pale.
With his graceful lips facing the microphone, he stared at the camera with those faint blue eyes, and said, "He is my creator."
Feng Yeran was stunned for a moment, why did he mention himself.
Feng Hua continued, his voice was low, slow and clear.
"My eyes, my nose, my mouth, my hair, my flesh... everything I am was created by him."
"Everything about me belongs to him."
"From start to finish, I just loved him."
Feng Yeran stepped back.
And every word was chasing him, hitting him, hitting his heart from shallow to deep.
The girls around were screaming, the sound was too harsh, the footsteps of thousands of pedestrians were too noisy, the roar of vehicles outside, the sound of wind, his breathing, the sound of his heartbeat, the increasingly sharp cicadas in his ears—
Ah, there was a voice screaming and shouting inside him.
Not a sound of pain, but ecstasy.
A strange feeling of ecstasy swelled and galloped through his body, and it terrified him.
He rushed into the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror, almost startled.
The muscles on his face rose, and he was laughing, almost wanton, excited, uncontrollable—it was clearly still his face, but he felt unfamiliar.
He rinsed his face with cold water over and over again in an attempt to cool the inexplicable, imposed emotion.
In less than ten minutes, this grotesque emotion receded like a tide.
Finally disappeared without a trace.
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In the villa, Xiao Zhijie watched Feng Hua's public confession video for the third time, his face expressionless.
He turned off the video, stood up, took a sip of coffee, and picked up a thick stack of documents, which contained experimental reports, psychological assessments, activity records, etc., all of which were related to Feng Hua.
—To be continued