After buying the earth [Comprehensive British and American]

"Now, we already have the Cosmic Cube," Xiaolan said, "I have fully stored energy, enough to open all the functional modules. If you need, I can take out the Gale at this moment and carry us away from the earth... "

"Leave the earth?" Hilda bent down and took out the Coke from the vending machine, "And then, what are you going to do?"

Xiaolan was silent for a while: "We can ride the universe like in the past, no matter what you want to do, I will accompany you."

"But I want to stay on Earth." Hilda opened the can of coke, and in her mind inadvertently thought of Bruce Wayne's face, "...I want to realize my music dream that was delayed by some minor accidents Woolen cloth."

"So, do you want to restore your memory?" Xiaolan asked, "The current conditions support your restoration of past memories."

Hilda took a sip of Coke: "Xiao Lan, do you really hope that I can regain my past memories?"

Hearing this question, the artificial intelligence was silent for a moment: "...yes." He admitted that although everyone thinks that the program life should be neutral and rational without emotion, Xiaolan knows that the real situation is far more than it should be. more complicated.

"I hope you can restore your memory." He explained, very frankly, without any concealment, "not only because it will be easier for us to achieve trust and communication, but also because I hope you can deal with matters related to the earth objectively, and It’s not that it gets too emotional—your time on Earth was but a fraction of a second, and you value it so much now because the memory of the past is a blank slate.”

Hilda thought about it: "... If that's the case, will my current feelings be diluted by the long memory of the past? For example, I now put Martina Walker in a not light location, but maybe when I recover my memory, I will realize that she is just a passer-by, an insignificant ordinary earthling.”

Xiaolan's program ran rapidly, and after a while, he came to a conclusion: "...I think so, Master."

So, what about Bruce Wayne?

That's what she really wanted to ask. Hilda couldn't imagine seeing him as a speck of dust. Although she seldom thought of him naturally recently, in Hilda's eyes, he still occupied If Bruce Wayne becomes a member of the crowd again in her heart, becomes a speck of dust?

Hilda tried to imagine, equating Bruce with those passers-by—she frowned: "...I can't imagine."

"You don't need to imagine," Xiaolan couldn't understand Hilda's feelings at the moment, "Once you really recover your memory, those will become established facts."

"...you don't understand." Hilda sat on the bench, not wanting to explain this complicated issue to Xiaolan—even she herself couldn't understand this complicated emotion, let alone artificial intelligence?

She put the Coke aside, then took out her mobile phone, unlocked the mobile phone, and the background drawing was a photo of Bruce sleeping—that was a photo secretly taken by Hilda one afternoon, and Bruce in the photo did not show his pair of Her favorite blue eyes, his brows are wrinkled, as if silently worrying about something in a dream, his sharp side face is intimately surrounded by soft pillows, and those stubborn black hair are also softer in the photo ——Hilda could almost recall the hard texture of his hair, together with his uncontrollable panting and the sweat dripping on her chest, constituted some wonderful and memorable memories.

She can't imagine.

Xiaolan was a little puzzled: "...Master, it has been detected that your body surface temperature has risen and your breathing has accelerated, you..."

"I'm fine." Hilda licked the dry corner of her lips, "I just want to make a phone call, before I really become Hilda and get back the memories of the past."

She opened the address book, stared at [AAA blue-eyed Brucey baby] for a while, and then dialed the phone.

In less than a minute, the phone was connected over there.

For a while, neither of them spoke, they could only hear each other's breathing, which was transmitted to each other's ears along the current, which was clearly audible.

"... Hilda?"

"Well, it's me." Hilda stared at her toes, "Bruce, I have something to say to you."

"What do you want to say?" Bruce Wayne walked out of the Batcave slowly while answering the phone.

He opened the heavy curtains, and then stretched out his hand to block the sunlight with some discomfort.

Today is a rare sunny day. The old butler is watering the plants in the manor with a water pipe. There are distinct drops of water hanging on the lush greenery, which are crystal clear under the golden sunlight. A rainbow appears faintly in the mist of the spraying water, like a picture scroll. .

But for Bruce Wayne, everything is like a dream, that is, everything may be fleeting.

He listened to Hilda's breathing on the other end of the phone, closed his eyes, and suddenly felt a sense of uneasiness.

He opened his eyes, before Hilda could speak: "Have you encountered any trouble in New York? Although I am not familiar with New York, the Wayne family also has certain connections in New York. If you need it, I... "

"No." Hilda interrupted him, "Bruce, I just wanted to tell you that I love you very much. I admit, sometimes, I acted a little contemptuously, but you don't know, maybe the past and the future, I I will never have the same feelings for anyone as I do for you. You are my one and only, and no one can replace you."

Bruce clenched the phone: "...Why did you say this suddenly? Did you encounter something? Tell me-maybe I can't solve it, but I have many friends. Do you remember Tony? Tony Stark, If you encounter any difficulties that need to be solved urgently, you can call him... No, forget it, where are you now? I'll go find you." As he said, he turned around and was about to pick up the car keys Take a trip to New York.

"No, nothing, nothing happened to me, or rather, I'm all right now," Hilda replied, "...it's never been better. I just want to tell you the truth, because it seems that until today , I suddenly realized that some things should be done immediately, instead of pushing it into the endless future." Because those futures are fleeting, some things will never be taken care of once they miss the present moment. Tell it to you.

"Actually," she relaxed a little, leaned back slightly, leaning on the bench, "I have been hiding something from you all this time. I am not perfect in front of you, but in fact I am better than I am More imperfect. For example, I'm not a kind person at all, and I don't like Penguin or Batman."

"Oh, I don't like Batman either," Bruce replied, seeming to relax a bit, "Is this time for a chat?"

"Maybe, what I mean is, I don't like supervillains, I don't like superheroes, whoever they are, I don't feel at all for them-I often feel that the world has nothing to do with me, I don't like None of this matters."

Bruce laughed, "I know."

Hilda: "...you know?"

"I know you're not a good person in the general sense," he said slowly, turning back slowly to the window and looking into the distance, "I know, you don't like superheroes, you do things according to your preferences, sometimes you don't want to distinguish right from wrong Right or wrong...Sometimes, I feel like you're more of a Gotham native than I am, but...Honey, I know all this, but so what?"

Hilda heard what he meant.

She was a little surprised, but she still said: "...I still have a lot of secrets, secrets that you don't even know..."

"Everybody has a secret," he said, "but a secret can't stop any feeling from happening, at least not from mine to you."

Hilda raised the corners of her lips: "You are the most sweet-talking man I have ever met, I will never be able to refuse you—"

Before he could speak, she continued: "—Even if I know, you have more secrets than me."

Bruce: "!"

Hilda: "Don't worry, unlike you, I'm not at all interested in delving into other people's secrets. I love you, Bruce, but I don't care how many secrets you have, even if they spill over to me. You never said love to me, you were a mean man, guarding your feelings like a miser. Sometimes I get a little irritated when I think about it, and sometimes I think, maybe you don't have real love at all pass me."

"...no, Hilda—"

"But," she interrupted him, "now I feel that those don't matter at all. It doesn't really matter whether you love me or not." Anyway, you already belong to me.

"..."

Hilda: "You know, Bruce, you really are the biggest liar in the world, but I would love to be deceived by you, because you are Bruce Wayne, and you are my blue eyes."

"You want me to admit that, don't you?" Bruce said softly, "...you want me to admit that I love you, even though I have bowed down to you. So... well, I love you, although I don't even know where to start, and even though I act like a smooth-talking jerk sometimes, even though I'm trying to deny that fact or even say the word—"

". . . You say I'm a mean man, but you're not, Hilda?" he asked. "Do you really love me?"

"..." Hilda was silent for a long time while facing the phone, "I don't know. Maybe the love we two talk about is not the same thing at all."

"After all, this is the first time we have discussed this issue so frankly." Bruce said calmly, "And the conclusion is already obvious, honey, we are not a pair of lovers who love each other, you don't love me at all."

Hilda: "You don't love me as much as you say—no, wait," she said incredulously, "I don't want to... at least I didn't want to end this phone call with this kind of cold mutual attack , but why is this the result?"

"Oh, I thought that was why you called."

"..." Hilda was amused by the tone of his voice, "I wish—" She stopped.

"what?"

"...I hope you can really fall in love with me." She didn't say the last sentence, but changed the direction, "I hope you love me uncontrollably, and you can rush forward to be with me without fear for me." The kind of love that Batman fights."

"Wait, why am I fighting Batman?"

"Just to give an example, after all Gotham people are afraid of Batman."

"—I'm not afraid of him, I mean, perhaps you remember, I'm his patron? He wouldn't dare hit me."

"Yeah, he really can't hit you." Hilda said, "...in the future, coax me a little more, Blue Eyes, you know I like your tricks."

"..." he asked, "what happened to you?"

"No," she replied, with a smile in her tone, "goodbye, Bruce, my dear blue eyes."

"hope--"

She hung up the phone.

"It's disgusting," she said calmly, "It's a bit different from what I imagined. But it doesn't matter...Xiao Lan, help me restore my memory, I want to remember everything before."

"—whatever that means."