secret movie

The river outside the window is shimmering, shining with golden dots, as if it is full of broken memories.

When the dreamlike scenery is reflected in the clear eyes of the visitor through the glass, the slightly surprised eyes are instantly stained with a hazy gloomy color.

Just like the last time we met, Qi Yan showed a trace of satisfaction in his expression, and said: "This time is also very punctual."

The hot and raging flames were retracted into the cracks, disappeared in an instant, and sank back into the ground.

Familiar sentences break the brief stagnation of time.

Duan Shu walked through a couple of guests who were chatting and drinking coffee, and sat down opposite him, with a congratulatory tone: "You should hate others being late."

The first day is the prologue, the second day is the foreshadowing, and the third day has enough hints to discover the secrets behind the cake and cards.

Perhaps Qi Yan hoped that he could seriously experience this virtual world, realize the difference between the real person and the characters on the background board, and then take the initiative to recognize himself.

Duan Shu doesn't reject this kind of interesting little trick, and at this moment, he also has a wonderful feeling of meeting an old friend in a foreign land.

The sunlight coming in from behind turned Qi Yan's slightly curly short hair into a chocolate color, paired with a retro-style jacket, giving him a loose temperament, which completely subverted the previous impression.

Hearing Duan Shu's whisper, he had a vague smile in his tone: "Well, I hate most people who are late."

This kind of sentence pattern seems to be born to make people ask questions, Duan Shu is not immune to it: "Are there any exceptions?"

"There are always special people." Qi Yan said, seemingly unwilling to mention more.

The waiter smiled and brought two steaming cups of coffee, and put them in front of them respectively: "Boss, you want latte."

Qi Yan nodded slightly: "Thanks for your hard work, go get busy."

Looking at the delicate hot latte in the white porcelain cup, Duan Shu suddenly realized that Qi Yan didn't ask what he wanted to drink.

He looked back at the tables of other customers, only to find that all of them had the same coffee on them.

On the menu behind the order counter, there are only lattes in the drink column, and a huge line is not available under the dessert column.

It is still the logic of the role of the background board, and everything is kept simple.

Qi Yan followed his line of sight and joked, "If a coffee shop like this can be opened in the real world, it must be very easy to prepare ingredients every day."

Duan Shu laughed: "Then where is the dessert I eat every morning?"

"Private supply." Qi Yan took a sip of latte and looked up at him, "This world exists for you, of course you should enjoy some special treatment."

Even if you only understand this sentence literally, it will still make your heart skip a beat.

Duan Shu suppressed the subtle turmoil in his heart, and said calmly: "For example... Among the posters on the wall of this coffee shop, is there one from the movie I starred in?"

The poster with the dedicated pianist in white comes from the movie he played in about the rough fate of a piano genius.

The moment he saw this poster outside the window, he almost confused the boundaries between fiction and reality.

Qi Yan put down the coffee cup, crossed his hands on the table, and the metal dial was shining brightly: "I like this movie very much, so I just took the poster and used it, I hope you don't mind."

The casual chat like an old friend ended, the topic changed abruptly, and he started to work.

"How have you been these two days, is there anything you need help with?"

Duan Shu thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "It's a good time, this story is very interesting."

Starting from the simple origin of his trading relationship with Lu Zhi, the clues have been continuously extended. Now he has three pairs of character relationships, the cold-blooded master and the pet, the bad player and the toy, and the real thing and the counterfeit. Power is quietly shifting.

Qi Yan noticed his wandering thoughts: "You can also talk to me about the current direction of the story, and I will keep it a secret for you - if you want to talk or seek advice, this is also part of the help."

Without further hesitation, Duan Shu shared the most fun part so far: "On the first day I entered, I encountered an opportunity to expose myself to Li Jianian, and I did so. Lu Zhi was very angry, for a moment, I thought he might really want to erase my existence."

Qi Yan listened intently to his unreserved narration, silently tapping his fingers on the table.

"But I remember that in the background of the story you told me, Lu Zhi wanted to destroy the replacement because he was afraid that this ugly truth would be revealed in front of Li Jianian, so I tried to convince him that I would keep this secret, And Li Jianian will interpret my appearance in another direction."

"So I succeeded. The logic followed by the brain-like brain was indeed very rigid. When the danger was no longer a danger, he began to indulge my existence, and then backed down step by step, and even moved out of his villa."

The face of the person in front of him showed a rare and vivid look, and Qi Yan's eyes also faintly revealed softness.

"Although saying this sounds like a compliment, the Zeus system is really a great creation. The paranoid and ruthless lawyers, the painters with two faces of light and dark, and the naive rich second generation... They are indeed following this Distinctive features speak and act without rigidity, looking almost real."

Seeing his words paused, Qi Yan continued to add: "Zeus is very smart, but also very stubborn. His strengths and weaknesses are very similar to many real humans. You can completely treat him as a real person. So, now you The procedure has been preliminarily bypassed, what are you going to do next?"

Duan Shu told the truth: "I haven't figured it out yet. Li Jianian will come home tomorrow to teach me how to draw. I want to know more about him, and then decide what to do next. According to the standard drama logic, the person Lu Zhi likes If you are interested in me, I should take the opportunity to snatch that person over to achieve the strongest revenge."

Hearing this, Qi Yan was silent for a moment before whispering: "You told me everything."

This sentence passed so fast that Duan Shu could barely hear: "What?"

Qi Yan didn't repeat it, but said: "You are very honest, other experiencers usually don't tell the story in such detail."

Duan Shu was stunned for a moment.

He has long been used to such frankness in his life.

Seeing that his expression was in a state of hesitation, Qi Yan changed the subject again, and reminded: "You should remember that the flow of time here is different from that in the real world. The story has progressed to the third day, and only half a day has passed in reality, but you still May feel tired, after all the leisure and sleep time spent here is compressed."

"Although relying on the nutritional supply in reality, if nothing happens, you can experience the whole story before leaving, but if you feel abnormal or want to really sleep, you can also choose to suspend the experience at any time and exit the world .”

This is a precaution that was repeatedly reminded by other researchers before Duan Shu entered.

"As far as I remember, the mental state is the top priority." New questions emerged, and Duan Shu had no time to think about his last sentence, "So will you stay in this world forever like me? Or will you stay in this world?" When I experience the plot normally, take the time to quit?"

In this world constructed by omnic thinking, he and Qi Yan are the only real people.

It was okay before I found Qi Yan, but after meeting, there will inevitably be a subtle dependence, like after wandering on a mysterious deserted island, I met the only person who can really talk to me.

Qi Yan keenly read the trace of dependence, the pale coffee mist drifted away, and the appearance of the person opposite was clearly reflected in the brown eyes.

"I will deliver breakfast every day on time."

The sweet cakes that are not repeated every day will not be sold in the coffee shop, but only for private supply.

Duan Shu couldn't help laughing: "The dessert you sent is delicious, is there a data command hidden in it that makes me feel delicious?"

"No, that's too lazy." His thick and beautiful brows raised slightly, "This is a skill I brought from reality."

The formal work talk is over, and the atmosphere returns to a casual and cozy atmosphere.

"Is making desserts your private hobby? You can't tell at all."

"The colleagues in the lab next door said the same thing after they found out about it by chance."

"So, do you also ride a motorcycle in real life?"

"Well, it's a one-to-one replica. Unfortunately, the traffic has been restricted recently. I can only drive to the suburbs on weekends, and I can't ride it to work."

"Honestly...it's hard for me to imagine you riding a motorcycle into the company campus in reality."

"There was a time a long time ago. I was in a hurry to go back to the laboratory to find a set of data. When I went downstairs, I found a group of security guards around my car."

Duan Shu was aroused and asked, "And then?"

"Then they asked me in unison, this car looks so handsome, how much does it cost." Qi Yan's usually cold tone was tinged with humor, "Usually they never take the initiative to talk to employees."

Duan Shu tried his best to recall the motorcycle that he accidentally caught sight of when he went out the day before yesterday: "It's very handsome. If it were me, I might ask you the same question."

The latte in the cup gradually bottomed out, leaving only a layer of fine foam and light coffee stains.

In a world surrounded by data torrents, a cafe at a crossroads has a group of customers who only drink lattes forever.

Qi Yan put down the glass again, and there was a crisp sound when it collided on the tray. The world in front of him was always occupied by the same figure.

"Well, you will," he whispered.

The leisure time that has nothing to do with the main characters does pass quickly. I don't know if it is deliberately compressed by the rules of the world, or the atmosphere is pleasant enough.

In the twinkling of an eye, it was almost dusk, and the customers in the cafe changed wave after wave. In the best viewing seats, the two equally tall and handsome guests never left.

"Will it be hard to do research every day?"

"Yes, so eat more sweets to replenish your brain power."

"Wouldn't it be harder to do research and bake again?"

"So I will be lazy occasionally, especially when my colleagues say they want to eat, I will buy ready-made snacks from the cake shop downstairs to perfuse them."

"Did my colleagues realize that they were cheated?"

"No, everyone is very smart when doing research, but they are very stupid in life. As long as you unpack the package in advance, you won't find the clue."

"Isn't that a stereotype?"

"No, it's the generosity and miserliness of the Creator."

……

Until Aunt Fang sent a message asking if Duan Shu would go home for dinner.

This short beep sounded like a turning point that broke the silence, reminding him that it was time to leave.

A sense of unreasonable sadness flashed across Duan Shu's heart.

At the moment of parting, he couldn't hold back the question that was always lingering in his mind: "This cafe gives me a sense of familiarity. Is it a manufactured feeling? This character has been here before?"

Qi Yan's expression was slightly startled, as if he didn't expect him to ask such a question, and finally nodded ambiguously: "Maybe."

They ended their conversation, and the pink-purple sunset shone in, as if lighting up the colorful posters all over the wall, as if in an illusion.

Some people are sitting where they are, and some people are about to disappear into the sea of ​​people.

Duan Shu put his hand on the doorknob decorated with wind chimes, and when he was about to push it open, the increasingly familiar magnetic voice came from behind him in time.

"New products will be developed in the store, welcome to visit next time."

The vacancy in that path of regret was suddenly filled by a voice.

So Duan Shu turned his head, and the spring breeze outside the house couldn't wait to pour in through the gap, and a faint smile appeared on his face submerged in the dusk.

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