Goodbye, Seoul

Shengli was a little at a loss by Quan Zhilong's sudden action. He looked at the piano in front of him, and carefully opened the cover. He has cleaned the piano many times, but he never put his hands on the keys like now. There are countless song scores in his program, as long as Quan Zhilong is willing, Shengli can play any one of them accurately for him.

"Then Mr. Quan, which song do you want to hear?"

Shengli turned his head slightly and looked at Quan Zhilong behind him. At this moment, he was putting his hands on Shengli's shoulders, closing his eyes and wondering what he was thinking. He heard Shengli's question, but he didn't answer.Victory turned around slowly, and he called up the score of a song from the program, which was the first time he played after he was created.

That piano has not been played for a long time, it has a sense of the age, and it seems to have been re-opened. The victorious hands are across the keys, and the beautiful notes are beating and full of vitality. Quan Zhilong can hear it It was "The Blue Danube". Presumably he specially chose a light and beautiful piece of music to make his mood more soothing.

But Quan Zhilong didn't want to hear such a piece of music. He admitted that Shengli played every note without any mistakes. Even the best pianist can't reproduce the score perfectly like him, but these are just notes. There is no emotion whatsoever.Quan Zhilong seemed a little disappointed, his hands slipped from Victory's shoulders, walked to his side and knocked on the piano, Victory stopped his hands immediately, and asked:

"Don't you like this song?"

"No, I just don't want to listen to music that is synthesized by a computer."

Shengli was a little embarrassed, he put his hands on his lap, no matter how many scores he searched, he couldn't find any piece of music that met Quan Zhilong's requirements, he looked up at Quan Zhilong sincerely and said:

"Mr. Kequan, I am the computer you speak of."

Quan Zhilong was noncommittal, he already knew what Shengli said, didn't he?But what was he looking forward to, he looked at the victory, then took a deep breath and said to him:

"Try it, imagine it."

"Imagine?"

Quan Zhilong nodded, but even he himself couldn't tell what he wanted to do, maybe Shengli was the only bionic person he didn't hate, or maybe he didn't want to admit that Shengli was the same as Even.He felt that he seemed a little sick, and even said that he really wanted to know what a machine with no emotions would look like after it had emotions.

It's scary, but also fun.

Victory frowned, and the message receiver turned yellow. What should he do?His raised hands were only resting on the keys but he couldn't even press a single note. Shengli looked at Quan Zhilong again, his eyes seemed to be asking for help in confusion.Quan Zhilong came back behind him, stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, and said slowly:

"Think about something important and meaningful to you, like daisy seeds in your backyard... think about the first time you saw them at the flower shop, and the clerk handed them to you, and you opened them again. The moist soil buries them one by one, they are alive, beating like your core to survive, and one day, they will become a sea of ​​flowers."

Victory closed his eyes, his long eyelashes slid across Quan Zhilong's palm, he listened to every word Quan Zhilong said, he could recall every scene Quan Zhilong said, but he couldn't recall what he had at that time. what kind of feelings.However, Victory's hands still moved, and he slowly played a tune that did not belong to anyone.

Quan Zhilong was stunned, and he couldn't help taking a step back, covering his mouth with his hand to cover up his surprise.Shengli did not stop playing because of this, he played faster and faster, as if he had reached the climax, his fingers slid across the keys, trying to describe the sea of ​​flowers in Quan Zhilong's mouth, when the last note ended, Shengli opened his eyes, Turning around and looking at Quan Zhilong, he said:

"Do you like it?"

"Um..."

Quan Zhilong came back to his senses, he didn't even realize when he put a smile on his face, he couldn't describe this feeling, maybe he was doing something terrible, he was teaching him step by step Quan Zhilong is very excited about how a bionic person can feel human emotions. Victory is like a work, which is gradually endowed with a soul in his hands, and he gets a great sense of satisfaction in the process.

"Very good, very good, that's it! Remember the piece you just played, I like it very much."

Victory frowned and watched Quan Zhilong return to the bedroom. He looked down at his hands that had just played the piano. He knew what Quan Zhilong wanted, but that was the only thing he couldn't do. thing.How should Shengli tell him that the feelings he understands only come from Quan Zhilong.Perhaps even Quan Zhilong didn't realize that his tone of voice when he painted that beautiful picture was full of anticipation and longing.

"I, can't understand you."

These so-called feelings are just replicas of Quan Zhilong's feelings.Victory turned his hands, he has no fingerprints, no pain, he is just a machine with a human appearance, but Quan Zhilong seems to wish that he can be more like a human, what should he do?Shengli is caught in this intractable problem, what should he do to be more like a human being?

Victory's system suddenly issued a warning. He seemed to have just entered a wrong program, and immediately pushed him out with a powerful force. The system refused to change the problem, let alone provide him with any action instructions. Keep issuing warnings, because this is a violation of the android regulations.Although there was no change in Victory's expression at the moment, he seemed to be lost in the procedure, constantly struggling between Quan Zhilong's wishes and the procedures.

Under such circumstances, Shengli stopped almost any other functions, and his system reacted in time, rearranging these problems, and then clearing them one by one, as if he never had any questions about such problems.Shengli closed the piano cover carefully, returned to the corner next to it and turned on the waiting state, and never turned his eyes to the piano again.

How can the machine created by human beings let it easily get out of control.