Goodbye, Seoul

Shengli was stunned when he heard about the life of the model, he had an indescribable subtle feeling.Even though I took the initiative to cut off the connection with the model-controlled life early on, every time I mentioned it, there seemed to be a string in my heart being pulled, as if there was an invisible umbilical cord between them.

Shengli would even think that if he were a human being, perhaps the manufacturing room of the modeling control center building would be the beginning of his life, his half home.Quan Zhilong sighed, he didn't intend to tell Shengli so many things, but he also saw Shengli's desire to understand the world, which is different from the mechanized learning, Shengli wants to think independently.

"So, still want to know?"

Victory still nodded, compared to the feeling of being unclear, he wanted to know the unknown truth. The time he came to this world was too short, and he had contact with too few people and things. I want to integrate into this world but find that I am always out of place.

"Multi-controlled life has monopolized the most cutting-edge technology, and has controlled most of the country's economy in the past ten years. The government has become inseparable from them. The government provides them with more power, while they Given technology and funds, you can see that even the guns and bullet-proof armor that the police are equipped with come from life-controlling models. When capital develops to this point, the country has already been firmly controlled by them.”

"Why...why didn't anyone resist?"

Quan Zhilong seemed to remember something, his brows were deeply frowned, this sentence is so familiar.How could no one resist, and how could the government allow itself to be suppressed by it? These issues were held up to resist by people a long time ago, and the spectacular scene is still vivid in my memory.But now looking out of the window, Seoul is peaceful. Is the problem solved?Nobody knows.It's just that the group of righteously indignant people can no longer hold up the banner. Occasionally you will see the cardboard in front of the tramp still telling the past, and it can't cause any commotion except being despised.

"There will be, and maybe now is the time."

The headquarters of Mokong Life is in the United States, and South Korea is the first group of branches he joined.The bionic riots in the United States have not stopped for a long time. Although South Korea is quiet, who knows that this quietness is not another kind of turbulence.Victory nodded slightly and fell into deep thought, maybe he also felt the tightness of the city.

"I've been busy with the new album for the past few days and haven't had a good rest."

After taking a shower, Quan Zhilong sat on the bed with his wet hair on his head and didn't dry it. He just waited for Shengli to come over to help him. He has been busy in the company until late these two days, and the good schedule that was adjusted by Shengli Messed up.Of course, Shengli noticed the dark circles under his eyes, he took the hair dryer with a smile, and gently dried his hair.

"Brother, you look good in orange."

"Really? I still think it might be a little naive."

Although Quan Zhilong said so, he still scratched his hair very usefully, and after touching Victory's hand, he pulled it in front of him, concentrating on studying what would happen if he painted his nails, thinking of this He smiled foolishly, just now he said that people who are afraid of being naive are the most naive people now.Quan Zhilong was like a well-behaved cat when his back was leaning against Shengli's arms. He gently rubbed the root of Shengli's ring finger like nostalgia, thinking that it would be better if there was a small metal ring here.

"During the concert, you..."

Quan Zhilong stopped talking halfway. He realized that what he wanted might be in great danger, so he waved his hands to cover it up. Victory lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then leaned into his ear and said:

"I will go to the concert."

"Forget it, too many people are not safe."

Quan Zhilong's expression showed pity, he pulled the quilt and planned to lie down, but Shengli unexpectedly took his hand, leaned over and said again without giving up:

"I'll hide it well! Besides..."

Quan Zhilong saw Shengli frowned and was eager to explain, suddenly became interested, he held Shengli's wrist instead, pulled him down on the bed and pushed him up, with one hand propped on the side of his head, The other hand pinched his earlobe lightly, his bewitching voice carried an indescribable meaning.

"What more?"

"Besides... I also want to see how my brother looks on stage."

Shengli saw Quan Zhilong's Adam's apple rolling up and down, he felt the temperature of the hand touching his earlobe rising a little bit, he met Quan Zhilong's eyes, which reflected his own appearance, it turned out that "in my eyes Only You" was never romance literature, but documentary.

"I'm all here with you, can't you see enough?"

Quan Zhilong smiled lightly, he believed that he must have seen every stage victory he had ever had, and it was stored in his unforgettable brain.Victory shook his head, brushed Quan Zhilong's arms and put his hands on his shoulders, Quan Zhilong's eyes followed his movements, and he tilted his head and kissed his hands.

"G-Dragon seems to be different from Quan Zhilong, I want to confirm it with my own eyes."

"Okay, then I'll be more handsome."

Just as Shengli wanted to complain about this sentence, Quan Zhilong's kiss blocked all the syllables.

In the half month since the decree on the recycling of bionics, there have been complaints from all over the city, not only dissatisfaction with the compensation measures, but also the economic downturn caused by the lack of something that can replace the work of bionics in a short period of time, but it was unexpected Interestingly, more and more humans are showing emotional dissatisfaction with their androids.

Shengli listened to the anchor of the Internet radio station talk about the status quo and future of life with modular control, but at the same time, he kept working. While transferring the processed files to Shunhao, he handed the brewed coffee to Quan Zhilong. Although they are in the same space, they are all busy with each other's affairs.Quan Zhilong took a sip and put it back on the table. He raised his head to look at Shengli, and seeing his serious face buried in his work, he joked:

"Do you know what's wrong with you now?"

Only then did Shengli raise his head, he immediately interrupted the Internet radio station to listen to Quan Zhilong's voice attentively, but he didn't understand what he meant, he just shrugged blankly and shook his head.

"Suit and tie."

"Brother, you're kidding me again!"

Quan Zhilong spread his hands innocently, but he still couldn't hold back his laughter under the gaze of Victory. He really felt that Victory is now a professional elite. Quan Zhilong threw down the tablet computer in his hand, jumped up from the sofa, and pulled He ran to the cloakroom with his slippers on and fiddled for a long time before coming out.Victory sighed, he could already imagine the current tragedy in the cloakroom.

"Come and try, what color tie does Victory Xi like?"

"Brother, what kind of tie do I wear at home...um...just that one, blue."

Victory's helpless tone was completely blocked by Quan Zhilong. He showed off his collection of famous brand ties one by one.

"I look pretty in a tie, don't move."

Quan Zhilong carefully turned up the collar of Victory's shirt, and put the tie around the back of his neck. He held the two ends of the tie with both hands, and suddenly hesitated. Victory raised his chin slightly, but his eyes caught his hesitation , he remembered that Quan Zhilong had always been fastened by his assistant, and now he would probably overturn.

"Brother, do you really know?"

"Of course! Um... what's going on?"

The corner of Shengli's mouth turned up, he saw that what Quan Zhilong wanted to tie was a complicated knot, but right from the beginning, he folded it wrongly, but Shengli didn't tell him, Quan Zhilong studied there several times, just when he wrinkled When he was frowning and always felt that something was wrong, the tablet suddenly remembered the reminder of the call, and Quan Zhilong's hand was knotted, so he directly connected through voice.

"Uh...cough cough, brother, this is a video conference."