After Having an AI Boyfriend, I Will Never Be Afraid of Sunspots

The sky was gloomy, and there were no living beings spreading from the ground to the sky.

The rainwater hit the pines and cypresses and washed the land.There was a depressing atmosphere in the air, heavy and lifeless.

In the hazy drizzle, Bai Ruogu walked towards the cemetery through the winding path.

Although thousands of years have passed, the cemetery has not changed much. The urns are still put in as before, and the entire tomb occupies a small piece of land.

The tombstones are aligned horizontally and vertically, neatly, solemnly and solemnly, and there is no end to it at a glance.

The law and order here is strict, the service is considerate, and the rare good feng shui makes the land very expensive, and it has become a well-known noble cemetery in the entire galaxy.

After Bai Ruogu found his mother's tombstone, he put a bunch of carnations in front of it, and then cleaned the tombstone and its surroundings again.

After doing all this, he sat down on a random place and started chatting with his mother.

I don't know what I'm talking about, anyway, so many years have passed, and it's boring for my mother to be here alone, so I can just say something.

He chatted from noon to the afternoon. Seeing that the rain was getting heavier, he stood up and said goodbye to his mother with an umbrella.

"Shua, hua..." was the sound of rain hitting the umbrella surface.He went back the same way, thinking about what kind of script it was.

Stepping on the ground full of rain, tiny splashes were splashed. At the same time, there were bursts of thunder from the sky, and the sky became more gloomy.

Bai Ruogu quickened his pace, at this moment he suddenly heard the sound of the bottle breaking...

With a sound of "pa--", the empty wine bottle hit the ground, and the sound was mixed with the sound of rain.

A dark-brown man with short-to-medium-length hair lay drunk on a tombstone, his casual clothes baggy and rain-soaked.

He was drenched in the water, his hair sticking to his face, and he looked extremely embarrassed.

He didn't know what he was talking about, he was crying and laughing, his face was wet and he didn't know whether it was rain or mixed with tears.

His head was half upside down, with a thin layer of stubble on his chin.The age seems to be in his early 30s, but there is an indescribable decadence and vicissitudes.

Just when the man was drowsy and his mind was blurred, a shadow suddenly fell on his eyelids, and then the cold shock disappeared, and his body gradually warmed up.

He opened his eyelids in a daze, and saw a young man with delicate appearance and thin body standing on a high place looking down at him.

And in the young man's hand... was an umbrella, hitting the sky above the two of them.

The rain is still pattering down, in this dark gray and empty world, an umbrella separates everything...

The drunk man's eyes were very cloudy, and he couldn't see his mood clearly, so he just kept looking up at Bai Ruogu.

Even though the man looked very embarrassed at the moment, when he opened his eyes, those azure blue eyes made people feel as if they were immersed in the vast ocean for an instant, deep and charming, yet unfathomable.

After a while, the man closed his eyes again and smiled wryly, as if he had lost his strength and lay directly on the tombstone, not wanting to move.

Bai Ruogu watched for a long time, frowned and half-closed his eyes.

Just when the man thought that this stranger would leave soon, a shadow suddenly appeared beside him.

The man sat directly next to him, and the stagnant water below was splashed and wet the man's pants at the same time.

The man moved his eyelids and clenched his palms tightly, but he was still lying on the tombstone as if immersed in something.

Bai Ruogu didn't speak, but threw the umbrella aside, and the two of them were drenched in the rain together in this dark weather.

He didn't lean against the tombstone, but sat quietly like this, looking at the rain-washed road, trees, and sky ahead...

The two of them stayed together in this silent environment for an unknown amount of time. The man slowly opened his eyes until the rain gradually subsided.

"What are you thinking?" The man asked in a low voice, his voice clear and steady.

Bai Ruogu wiped away the rain from his eyelids with his hands, and said without hesitation, "Look for some inspiration."

"What inspiration?"

"script."

The man paused, his eyes flickered slightly, the corners of his mouth moved slightly but he restrained himself and couldn't detect anything.

He vented all his energy on the tombstone, looked up at the vast sky in the distance and said softly, "Are you the screenwriter or the director?"

"actor."

"Oh?" The man smiled, "So you should be looking for inspiration for the character?"

Bai Ruogu shook his head, and also looked into the distance, "There is no role, I think of the script myself, and I will play the role in the script when the time comes."

The man turned his head and looked him up and down, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Rich second generation? Want to find a script to play with?"

"Where is it?" Bai Ruogu sighed softly, but his smile didn't diminish as if he didn't care about it.

"I really can't find a role. No one dares to let me act in his play. I'm afraid it won't be broadcast."

Although the other party's eyes were a little surprised, it seemed that trivial things were not worth showing.

The man patted his sleeves, tidied up his clothes, and at the same time guessed his identity all at once.

"So..." The man looked at him, his deep blue eyes were impenetrable.

"You are the shadow world poison that is circulating in the circle, Bai Ruogu?"

Bai Ruogu: ...

He laughed out loud, "It's true that good things don't go out, and bad things spread thousands of miles."

He stretched, and then he heard the man ask: "How is your acting skills?"

"I do not know either."

The man didn't put his mind on it for too long, but pressed the tombstone, and then a small hole appeared on it.

While Bai Ruogu was stunned, he took out a cigarette from it, and took out a lighter to light it.

Seeing Bai Ruogu's expression from the corner of his eye, he smiled, "Don't think too much, this tomb is empty."

Bai Ruogu:?

The man draws on his cigarette, exhaling a puff of smoke.

His hair fell down his cheeks, his beard was prickly, and his voice was low and hoarse. No matter how he looked, he looked like a decadent uncle.

The man continued to ask, "Then you have been thinking for so long, what inspiration do you have?"

Bai Ruogu rubbed his head, frowned and said, "I didn't come up with anything in the script, but I came up with several designs about the mecha."

man:……

Sucking on a cigarette, he looked Bai Ruogu up and down from head to toe, took a sharp puff, and let it out.

"Talent."

"If you don't enter the Imperial Research Institute, you are really wasting your good seed."

Bai Ruogu smiled casually, "The key is that if you're not interested in mechas, it's useless even if you go in."

"Not interested?" The man gave him a deep look, shook his head, and turned to another topic instead of continuing.

He leaned his whole body on the tombstone, smoking a cigarette and looking up at the sky.

Bai Ruogu followed the man's gaze, and found that there was no cloud in the sky, nothing.

However, for some reason, he always felt that the man seemed to be looking at something.

After a while, the man's voice changed, and it seemed to be mixed with an unknown emotion, heavy.

A cigarette burns out quickly, and the cigarette butt is crushed into the rain and extinguished in an instant. At the same time, it is a man's problem.

"Tell me, what is a light year?" The man's voice was very slow, with a tremor at the end, but he was laughing at the last few words.

Before Bai Ruogu opened his mouth, he saw the man wipe the rain off his face, and replied immediately.

"This is a question that children know. Isn't a light year a unit of distance? Right? It represents distance..."

However, Bai Ruogu vetoed it.

Bai Ruogu also looked at the man's angle, but he didn't know what he was looking at. Thousands of scenes flashed through his mind and muttered softly.

"Light years are not only distance, but also time..."

Hearing a "bang", the man sat up in an instant. There seemed to be some dizziness in his eyes, which became deeper and deeper, and finally turned into pitch black without any light.

He was sitting in the rain, and his clothes had long been soiled with muddy water.There was a "buzzing" sound in my ears, as if the whole world had lost its sound.

Bai Ruogu leaned on the tombstone and watched quietly, his lips were half-opened and gradually closed, thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind but they came together again.

After a while, the man's voice became hoarse, his voice changed from slow to fast, and his eyes were dazed.

"I have a script here, do you want to read it?"

Bai Ruogu also sat up all of a sudden. He had a premonition that something was going to be extraordinary, so he nodded and said in a calm voice, "It's troublesome."

The tombstone was knocked open again, and the man took out a thick stack of scripts from it, carefully picked it up and handed it to Bai Ruogu.

There were some subtle changes in Bai Ruogu's eyes, and he also took over the script cautiously.

He gently opened the script and began to read the contents...

These days, all information is recorded by the brain. Except for bookstores and libraries, it is difficult to see paper content, let alone scripts.

In the memory of his other half, all the scripts he has come into contact with over the years are all electronic.

However, the script in front of him stirred up his inner emotions.The above content is all handwritten, the font is correct, serious and meticulous, and it is clear to see the above content.

When he came into contact with this story, his curiosity was instantly aroused.

This can be said to be a story about love, or it can be said to be a personal legend.

Bai Ruogu turned over one by one like this, and the man beside him also kept quiet, watching the script while observing Bai Ruogu's emotions.

Whether it is the rhythm of the plot, the entry point of each scene, etc., in Bai Ruogu's opinion, they are almost perfect.

Of course, it was the story that attracted him the most.

Just when Bai Ruogu turned to the last page, thinking that the two protagonists were about to get together, he suddenly stopped at the same place.

He stared intently at the last few lines, stroked them lightly with his fingers, unconsciously his eyes became sore, and his heart felt unspeakably uncomfortable.

The above few lines are so sudden, but they suddenly run through the whole script, echoing the beginning from beginning to end.

Not obtrusive, very natural.It lights up all these like a finishing touch, which makes people suddenly, but it is difficult to accept this reality.

Bai Ruogu slowed down for a long time, and finally returned to normal.

He closed the script and looked at the man in front of him with a complicated expression.

"It's a very sci-fi story. The content is very novel. Although it is too fantasy, it is not impossible. But, your knife is really sharp."