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In this world, perhaps only Xia Zhizhu can automatically understand Xi Zhao's rare rogue as acting like a baby after insomnia, but no matter how unconstrained his understanding ability is, he can't immediately retrieve the most suitable bedtime story from his mind immediately .

Xia Zhizhu thought for a while, and in the end, he just gently stroked the arched back of the large pet hanging on his body, and once again told Xi Zhao about his script.

Because of his genius competitive operation and storytelling ability, V's video broadcast subscriptions exceeded [-] million in a very short period of time. He was regarded as "the King" by the users of the website where he was, and occupied the homepage of audiences all over the world like a killer. front row.

But this is just the beginning.

With the growing fame and outstanding appearance behind the camera, V was considered to be introduced to the entertainment industry.The monitors and lenses around him in the palm-sized workshop have become a wider set, more dazzling flashes and more crazy attention, and the incomprehensible curses on the Internet have also become taller buildings. .

Passers-by followed suit and attacked, and opponents mobbed and mobbed, but he just turned a blind eye and completely locked those who let everyone see him and fall in love with him into the dusty room.

Everyone in the world calls him V, but no one remembers the origin of V in the first place.

When "vagabond" became "victory", people seemed to finally accept the transformation of V's identity, and even began to add new symbols to his short but dazzling life.

They said he was a hacker.

Later, V seems to really become a hacker.

In the past few days, most of the scenes were shot in the evening and after nightfall, and the scenes were shifted from indoors to outdoor street scenes. "V" played by Xia Zhizhu played around with the reporters and policemen who were chasing him in the old city.

Wearing the woolen hat his sister gave him, the boy skilfully walked through the narrow alleys on a skateboard. This time, the "high IQ IT criminal" gave up using the keyboard and mouse as his weapons, and just used the most common tricks of children's hide-and-seek, causing people who followed him all over the city to fall into one funny trap after another. mischief.

Those people who haven't seen him walking freely in the game, naturally they can't see where these tricks come from, but no matter how naughty and clever a child is, he will eventually be caught ankle-high by an indifferent adult Hang high.

Under the starless sky, the uninhabited riverbank is full of construction waste, and the layers of bridge pillars are like torii gates in the dark night, stretching into the distance like Rashomon.

The moment he raised his hand and snapped his fingers, distant fireworks suddenly rose behind V and the reef, and exploded like dandelions, silently illuminating the river bank of the foreign country and this hometown.

When the reality coincided with the game screen in the last video posted by V on the Internet, V, who was humming softly, was arrested amidst the sound of police sirens.

They elected him as king, raised their heads to pay homage to him with the highest respect, and then smashed his throne with the same original intention, and lowered their heads and loudly accused him of falling into the ruins as the most cruel tyrant.

In the well-crafted game screens, characters who are both good and evil will more or less always have various pre-set expressions on their faces when they succeed in getting rid of or are eliminated, but V's life has been from the very beginning. A low-cost low-quality pixel game, from the beginning to the end, his expression is very, very empty.

He seems to be in control of all the coincidences so far, and even the arrest at this moment seems to be in his expectation, but only V himself knows that this is not the case.

The salty and wet river wind from last night seemed to return to the nasal cavity of the two of them, Xia Zhizhu couldn't help shivering, remembering the last scene he filmed by the river a few hours ago.

Surrounded by camera flashes and red and blue police lights, he was caught by the "policeman" who couldn't see his face clearly and locked his arms in cold handcuffs. Rarely in his life, his brain suddenly went blank, and he could only follow the instructions subconsciously. As the director said, look back at the camera in a certain direction.

The chaotic thoughts and the drones flying in the sky pushed from near to far to the heights of the city, making criminals and judges small into the same ants in the world.

Then, he saw Xi Zhao.

In the close-up shot, the lake in the male protagonist's eyes should be turbulent at that moment, but the director did not stop because of this, and Xia Zhizhu continued to look in that direction as V for a long time.

He didn't know if in V's memory there was also such a man who was dressed in black and hid in the distant crowd. Zhu, however, seems to have connected with himself in the story for a moment.

Xia Zhizhu thought that, like himself, that V who seemed to be composed of inorganic matter but always acted perversely might also have a moon in his heart. When the wind blows away the dark clouds at night, the bright white light will fall to the earth.

And what V has been searching for all his life is probably that evening wind.

I don't know if Du Liang regretted choosing Xia Zhizhu as his only protagonist, but at least Xia Zhizhu's performance last night really exceeded everyone's expectations.

"It may sound outrageous, but this time it seems that hypermnesia really helped me."

Xi Zhao recalled Xia Zhizhu's last peaceful and compassionate gaze that he saw on the camera last night, and lowered his head as a sign to listen carefully.

"You said that I have imagination," Xia Zhizhu leaned his head on Xi Zhao's shoulder, "The first time is always difficult, but after that, I can keep simulating in my mind."

In the past, his brain always seemed to be replaced with another messy thing, but now Xia Zhizhu is trying to put those broken shots in front of his eyes, rehearsing scenes one by one, carefully replacing different ones every time. Emotions, movements, micro-expressions—although this method is still clumsy and inefficient, it seems that it has really allowed him to take advantage of the loopholes of hyperamnesia, and for the first time take advantage of the disease that has plagued him for nearly 20 years.

Xia Zhizhu smiled embarrassedly and said, "Maybe I can try to get along with it?"

When he said these words, the boy's cheeks were sunken, and the shadows of his facial features stood out more prominently in the night.

He is thinner again.

But it was obviously such an unconvincing judgment, but because of the light in his eyes, it was impossible to say no.

Xi Zhao doesn't know why Xia Zhizhu is always found for this kind of role. He is at his best age, and he should try his best to leave a good film like everyone else, even if it is just a simple innocent school drama.

But compared to a flower in full bloom, people always prefer to freeze the moment when the flower is destroyed and withered.

Thinking of this, Xi Zhao suddenly reached out and pinched "Hua"'s face.

Xia Zhizhu blinked in confusion.

"What kind of flowers do you like?" Xi Zhao asked.

Xia Zhizhu was stunned, and subconsciously turned to look at Lan on the bed... Xi Zhao pinched his chin and pulled him back: "To be honest, don't flatter me."

V completely jumped out of the window of the room, and Xia Zhizhu, who couldn't use his skills, was lost in thought.

He is a boy and not very interested in flowers, but Yoko likes them.Whether it's the window sill of a rental house or the backyard of Natsume's mansion, she can always decorate it with various flower pots.

Xia Zhizhu helped Yoko manage the work in the garden, but after he accidentally watered the strongest pot of Claude Monet to death, Yoko tactfully suggested that he only be a flower appreciator in the future... Xia Zhizhu finally thought of it.

"I don't know what that kind of flower is called. The petals are pure white, the stamens are light yellow, the flowers and leaves are huge, and they are high-spirited."

There are thousands of such flowers, but no matter how abstract he described, Xi Zhao still understood Xia Zhizhu's love flower in a second.

"Wooden bud flower."

Xia Zhizhu froze for a moment: "What?"

Xi Zhao repeated it again.

Although he no longer logs in to the island every day to collect vegetables as before, Xi Zhao still occasionally goes back to inspect his territory.

As for the login reward that is common throughout the game—Xia Zhizhu’s favorite, the little white flower that the cat and the little bear once gave each other in the game—the production team had applied for a name from the investor’s boss at the very beginning, and Xi Zhao casually named it Muyahua at that time.

Xia Zhizhu's trust in his sweetheart seems to be innate. Although he knows that there are thousands of flowers that fit his description, he still unconditionally believes that what Xi Zhao said is the one he thought of.

"What is the language of flowers?" he asked.

Xi Zhao looked at him, lowered his eyes and whispered four words in the boy's ear.

Xia Zhizhu said in a daze: "...Really?"

Xi Zhao leaned back against the wall and asked slowly, "I don't know, what do you think?"

Xia Zhizhu thought about it carefully, looked up at him and replied, "I think you're right."

When the idiot stays to a certain level, no matter how cunning the hunter is, he will surrender before his opponent turns back.

Xi Zhao curled his lips and pressed his forehead to the top of the boy's light-colored hair, and asked in a low voice, "Oh, why?"

Mr. Xi is really rigorous, and he has to write a feasibility report before making out... But can he concentrate a little more when he asks someone to write the report?

Xia Zhizhu was dizzy from being rubbed by him, and he turned around when looking at things. The soft and tough bamboo was manipulated into an involuntary posture by the insomniac evil person. If he wanted to live, he could only transform into a weak and boneless The vines live in Xi Zhao's arms and palms.

Xia Zhizhu suddenly remembered the tune that V hummed casually to the sound of police sirens last night. Coincidentally, he sang that song in Luguo a long time ago.The title of the song is "Gravity", and both Xia Zhizhu and V hum it as if the gravity on this earth is only very small.

Let'stake our spaceship out in the sky

Let's take a spaceship in the sky

Fly to the moon and take out aslice

Take a piece of pie and fly to the moon

Space Bonnie and Clide

Become a companion of the fugitive in the universe

Riding into the night

break the silence of the night

The orchid on the head of the bed is gracefully drawn in ink and wash against the background of plain wallpaper, the summer bamboo on the bed is in full bloom in the white and soft bed, and the shadow of entanglement with another person falls on the meticulous canvas of the moonlit night. In autumn, it sways into a pool of rickety spring scenery.

The flower language of the wood bud flower is: When the wood sprouts, it will bear the flowers of me and you.

I don't understand, how about a more simple one?

I love you too.