Anchor

The office was quiet, with the rustling sound of writing in the background.Qi Kuo stood in front of the whiteboard and concentrated on listing the calculation formulas, while Yan Lang sat at the desk holding a pen, carefully copying a lotus flower.

Yan Lang doesn't have any painting skills, he can only concentrate on drawing the petals of the lotus, and carefully tracing the light and shadow.The wolf dog's eyelashes drooped, and he blinked slightly when he was thinking, his bristly hair flickered, Qi Kuo stretched out his hand to snort a handful of hair, and pinned a pink butterfly clip on Yan Lang's temple.

Yan Lang: "?"

Qi Kuo touched his nose: "Mr. Yang gave it."

Yan Lang took off the clip, looked back and forth wonderingly, and asked, "Why did Mr. Yang give you this?"

"It's beautiful." Qi Kuo said confidently.

The pink plastic hairpin looked a bit rustic, Yan Lang silently pinned it back, pampering Qi Kuo's evil aesthetics.

Qi Kuo glanced at the whiteboard with dense formulas, and caught a wrong number in his eyes. He gave an irritated "tsk", put down the marker, squatted in front of Yan Lang, and put his elbow on the table: "What are you drawing?"

"This." Yan Lang pointed to the calendar picture under the glass plate on the tabletop, the picture of carps playing with lotus, he only drew three petals of lotus at present.

Yan Lang looks cute, like a good student in art class who self-studies when the teacher is not in the classroom. He stopped writing and commented on his paintings awkwardly: "It's not coordinated, it's not good-looking."

It is not good-looking, the lines of the petals are not smooth enough, and the shape is also weird. Qi Kuo doesn't care about the level of the painting. He leans over and kisses the corner of Yan Lang's lips, like a carp flirting with the tender lotus.

Yan Lang had a cheap hair clip pinned to his temples, Qi Kuo looked at it as an eyesore, raised his hand to take it off and put it in his pocket, Yan Lang complained dissatisfiedly: "You are distracted."

The researcher's eyes were filled with gentle smiles, and his lips conveyed a moist and soft touch. It was the wolfhound sticking out its tongue and licking him.

The two separated after a brief intimate contact, Yan Lang picked up the gel pen, and muttered in a low voice: "How much you like me."

"What do you think?" Qi Kuo bit the tip of Yan Lang's ear as if he was not enough, and his canine teeth grazed the cartilage jokingly. He liked it so much that he wanted to swallow the wolfdog into his stomach.

Yan Lang felt itchy, he pursed his lips and smiled, his cheeks flushed slightly, he shrunk his shoulders, he was not used to the straightforward and enthusiastic Qi Kuo, it wasn't that he didn't like it, he liked it very much.

The researcher sloppily went to Yan Lang's side, watching him draw the lotus flower stroke by stroke, forgetting about space-time positioning and calculation errors.

Wang Xingshan knocked on the door of Qi Kuo's office, the door opened, he walked in, and saw a workaholic senior researcher lazily leaning on Yan Lang's shoulder, yawning slowly.

Wang Xingshan blinked his eyes, the urgent words of the report stuck in his throat, time slowed down inexplicably, Yan Lang drew a full petal on the paper.

"Qi Gong." Wang Xingshan said, "The memory modeling of Anchor Point [-] is completed."

"Okay, hard work." Qi Kuo said, "I'll take Officer Yan to the simulator in a while." He glanced at Yan Lang's notebook, "After he finishes drawing a flower."

"?" Wang Xingshan was confused, why did he have to finish painting the flower before he could simulate it.

"Wang Gong, let's take a nap." Qi Kuo said, "Relax."

"Okay." Wang Xingshan had the foresight to not disturb the young couple's alone time, he walked out of the office in a hurry, and closed the door intimately.

Yan Lang has a relaxed aura. He has a good temper, and he doesn't get angry when his paintings are good or bad. He just repaints in another place.

Yan Lang had a typical childhood in textbooks. His parents were very loving and working class. His father was a humorous junior high school math teacher, and his mother was a gentle and considerate government employee.The couple taught Yan Lang to a very high level of quality, quiet and obedient, not aggressive, thinking for three seconds before speaking, with a serious expression like a little adult.

Qi Kuo lives next door to Yan Lang, he is very smart, Mrs. Yan often puts Yan Lang in Qi Kuo's house, and let the two little guys play together.Qi Kuo took a math book to teach Yan Lang how to count. Yan Lang didn't like it, but he didn't make a fuss. Qi Kuo said something and he learned it, but he didn't remember it in his head, making little Qi Kuo wonder if he really didn't teach The talent, in fact, is that Yan Lang has been fooling around since he was a child and learned the tenth level.

"Okay." After Yan Lang finished drawing a satisfied lotus, he moved the drawing book to the right and showed it to Qi Kuo.

Qi Kuo laughed out loud, rubbed Yan Lang's head, and said, "Let's go to eat."

"Go to the simulator in the afternoon?" Yan Lang asked.

Qi Kuo nodded and said: "There is a problem with the modeling of Anchor Point No. [-], and he doesn't want to perform memory cleaning."

"Why?" Yan Lang asked.

"Because he's not sure if he will continue to love Mo Cenru after his memory is erased, that's the anchor number two." Qi Kuo said, "I don't know if it's true or not, anyway, that's what he said."

"And then?" Yan Lang asked.

"Compulsory cleaning." Qi Kuo said, "The order of memory cleaning in involuntary situations is somewhat chaotic. It is a complicated task to strip the chaotic code characters when modeling."

"No wonder Mr. Wang has such heavy dark circles under his eyes." Yan Lang said.

"If you see something that is not in the normal timeline in the simulation, it is a bug caused by code confusion." Qi Kuo said.

"Okay." Yan Lang said.

Wearing a protective suit and stooping to step into the simulation cabin, Qi Kuo stood behind Wei Hao and watched Wei Hao control it. Wei Hao pressed the start button and said, "Qi Gong, you guard every simulation, what can happen."

Qi Kuo glanced at him, but said nothing.

Wei Hao shrugged: "Blame me for talking too much, I won't ask any more."

Qi Kuo urged coldly: "Hurry up."

Yan Lang saw a woman with a distorted face, but before he could see clearly, the image of the woman turned into Mo Cenru's face, with rich colors, which made Yan Lang feel uncomfortable.

Mo Cenru in the memory of anchor point [-] seems to have been poisoned, with purple lips and red pupils.

Is this love?Yan Lang raised a question mark, the sun shone into his field of vision, the man sat in the car and made a video call: "I'm going up now."

Mo Cenru on the phone nodded, hung up the phone, the man went upstairs in three steps in two steps, stood in front of a door, raised his hand and knocked on the door: "Sister Ru, open the door."

"Here we come." Mo Cenru opened the door with her pregnant belly. In the eyes of men, Mo Cenru became hideous, and the soft voice of a woman became harsh, like fingernails scratching a blackboard: "Sorry, I can't squat down, you Can you close the box for me?"

"No problem." The man squatted down to pack the box, and said, "Sister Ru, do you have to go? It's very good here, and I can take care of you." His tone was pitiful, but Yan Lang felt uncontrollable malice, especially the man's His eyes moved to Mo Cenru's swollen belly, and the malice almost became real.

Mo Cenru rubbed his belly and said, "I have to go, you don't know my ex-husband, he's a lunatic."

"You have been divorced for three years." The man said, "Has he still not let you go?" Mo Cenru's normal-looking dialogue screen, on the man's side, is colorful, with gray as the base, harsh red and low saturation Yan Lang didn't understand whether it was a modeling problem caused by a bug, or a problem with the man's memory itself.

"That's why I said he's a lunatic." Mo Cenru said, "Let's go, the air ticket is very expensive." She walked to the door, and went downstairs holding the railing, "Sell this house for me, and I'll give you 5% Brokerage fee."

Hearing this sentence, a pulsating blue appeared in front of the man's eyes, and he said: "I don't want money, I will go to America with you."

This man had other plans, Yan Lang judged, he was keenly aware of what was scheming in the man's heart, this man's refusal of the memory cleansing was definitely not a bullshit reason for fearing that he would no longer love Mo Cenru.

The two went downstairs to the car. The man put the suitcase in the trunk, sat in the driver's seat and put on his seat belt.Mo Cenru sat in the co-pilot, stroking his stomach and looking out the window, without saying a word all the way.

During this supposedly quiet journey, the man's vision was exaggerated and cluttered. For a while, a woman with a distorted face accused him of being incompetent, and for a while, Mo Cenru with strange makeup laughed loudly at him for being poor, but it never stopped.

Arriving at Yanning Airport, Mo Cenru said: "This is the sperm I bought. The donor is 1.8 meters tall, Caucasian, with blond hair and blue eyes, and a PhD in astronomy from MIT."

The gray, red, and bright yellow in the man's eyes completely assimilated into a mess of dirty colors like a rag. Yan Lang preliminarily judged that this was the manifestation of jealousy.The man took a deep breath, suppressing the irritable emotions in his heart, he silently listened to Mo Cenru say: "My ex-husband is a scumbag, I want him to know that my child is a hundred times stronger than him, and he is the one who has done it thousands of times." Reincarnation is not as good as it is."

The man opened the text message page of the phone, typed two words [arrived], and sent it.