Chapter 2484: Punishing the World: Sick Dreamer (Sixty-Eight)

so……

Just so that the person won't be hurt by any irritation, it doesn't matter if everything in the past is forgotten, right?

I heard that liking is indulgence, and love is restraint.

If so,

Has the host been restrained to the extreme?

After all, a person who once completely owned, in a blink of an eye, looked at her with a cold and scrutiny with the eyes that were still smiling the day before.

This psychological gap is probably the most cruel.

After all, it was Si Jin who didn't remember anything.

It is the host who bears everything.

This kind of thing happens, you love me, I really can't blame the official match.

Fengluo feels that it is really too difficult to think about love with such a system as himself.

So it volunteered to make a suggestion, "It's really not good, the host, you go directly to him, I heard that love is made."

"Feng Xiaoluo, do you want to die?" In the next second, a faint and cool voice sounded in Feng Luo's ear.

Feng Luo: "..."

Si Jin never came to the room that night.

The villa was brightly lit, but it seemed unusually empty.

The people in the living room didn't step into the room, and the girl in the room didn't go out once.

Silent agreement.

the next day,

early morning,

When Si Jin came out,

I saw two big and small standing in the living room.

He paused as he adjusted his tie, the snow-white cufflinks were slightly rolled up, and the exposed half of his porcelain white wrist was a little dazzling in the early morning sun.

Ranbai just stood there lazily, very innocent.

And Aner has obviously been refreshed with his outlook on life and values...Three views, he looked at Si Jin very doubtfully, the consistent mechanical tone even fluctuated a little, I don't know if it was an illusion, "Mr. Si, this is your new purchase. Is she a robot? Why does she have no heartbeat like me!"

"How did she get in?" An Er was already immersed in his doubts and couldn't extricate himself. When he thought that his artificial intelligence robot might be replaced by a new one, An Er felt a strong sense of crisis in his heart.

Its position must not be replaced!

It's the best robot ever.

Si Jin: "..."

An Er is still thinking about what kind of robot Dyebai is.

and whether it is family.

Why does the workmanship look so delicate, just like a person.

not like it,

Metal texture all over.

This made An Er fall into a deep sadness in his heart, almost drowning.

As for this little idiot who started first in the morning, according to who has been pestering himself to ask what breed she is, Ranbai really didn't bother to answer.

In addition to the fact that she has no heartbeat, dare to ask what point is she like a robot? ? ?

Si Jin listened to An Er's words, raised his delicate dark eyebrows slightly, snorted softly, tugged at the tie with his left hand, and then patted An Er with one hand, with a very light voice: "She is not a robot. "

Ann: ? ? ?

"Has the human beings now evolved to live without a heartbeat?" As a very simple little robot, An Er really couldn't understand what kind of creature the girl standing in front of him was.

Si Jin didn't explain any further.

After all, be specific.

He is not too familiar with this girl who suddenly appeared in his life.

At best,

What this person is familiar with is just another him.

thought here.

The temperature at the bottom of the boy's eyes faded like a tide, without the slightest warmth, always calm and alienated.

But what surprised Si Jin was that,

The man seemed to be obsessed with him.

He could almost see the red figure in his line of sight.

As if only myself were there,

Then she is there.

At four or five o'clock in the morning, at sunrise, a white light appeared in the sky, the first slanting light came in, and you could see the dust floating in the light, and the figure beside him seemed to be rising. The rising sun is more dazzling.

In the early morning in the moist air of the forest path mixed with the fragrance of the soil, she would lazily shuttle through tree after tree, and the sun would fall on the girl through the lush trees, as if falling into the forest. Elf.

In the library where the atmosphere was quiet and there was only the slight sound of turning pages, Si Jin habitually held a book and leaned against the window. At this time, the girl usually quieted down and just leaned on his back. , the long black hair inadvertently tilted down and brushed against the skin, bringing a slight itch.

Si Jin likes to walk in the bookstore with a cup of tea, carefully selecting book after book. At this time, it seems that as long as he raises his eyes, there is a familiar color in front of him.

In the same way, he also likes to put down a cup of coffee next to him in the dead of night, and construct a more perfect world against the portraits hanging on the wall in the dim light, but it seems that the people around him exist. real place.

It seems that wherever the eyes go,

It's all her.

in the villa,

An'er is used to this strange creature that doesn't seem to be a human or a robot to appear next to the master, and even prepares two servings when preparing afternoon tea.

As for seeing that Ranbai can really drink afternoon tea, Aner is a bit envious and jealous, after all, as a robot, although he is a super-technical artificial intelligence.

But still can not eat human things, drink human drinks.

For this inexplicable robot that always looks at her with complicated eyes, Dianbai has always ignored it. After all, she doesn't know when Aner will be obsessed with classifying her as a strange creature.

The girl was dressed in dark red, and her delicate and flawless face was bathed in the sun. She was lazy, holding a pen in her hand, and slowly circled a red circle on the date on the calendar, then turned her eyes away, Facing Si Jin, he was very evil: "You must come back at midnight in three days. There is a surprise for you. I will wait for you."

The boy leaned back on the chair, and the book was directly buckled on his face, covering half of his face, leaving only a beautifully curved and fair chin, and the corners of his pale lips seemed to be lightly lit by the sun.

He didn't know if he heard it or not, but he moved.

…

After two days,

Ten o'clock at night.

Si Jin put the cap of the pure black pen on, then quietly put it aside, raised his hand and adjusted his tie.

The night was very dark, a little obscure, like a mist that lingered on.

Through the half-opened windows, you can see the high-rise buildings outside. The lights are shining like bright stars in the night. The wide streets are full of people and vehicles.

But usually,

Such a bustling and noisy atmosphere has nothing to do with Si Jin.

After all, in such a clean and spotless, cold and empty psychological place.

It is always so quiet that there is no sound other than the patient.

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