side edge

"Hmm..." Ji Liao's breathing was unsteady, "You didn't pay attention to the plot."

With a movement of his eyes, his eyes moved from the movie screen to the sharp-edged side face of the person beside him, and then moved down to Yan Cun's slightly parted lips. He was a little absent-minded for a moment, as if he heard the other party reply "No".

Ji Liao gave a soft "hmm".

In the screen, the two protagonists only kissed for half a minute, and the scale of the kiss was not too big. Soon they let go of each other and started talking in the warm mode.

After watching the plot for a long time, Captain Yan finally realized that he didn't understand it, so he turned to Ji Liao and asked, "...Did you read it?"

Just now, Ji Liao didn't know what kind of strange picture came to his mind, he let out a casual "hmm" and said perfunctorily, "I've seen it before."

Yan Cun nodded, "Oh", and yawned, his eye sockets were filled with water vapor due to sleepiness: "What is this movie about? This person...how is it fake?"

He reached forward with his hand, and fumbled to press the remote control to open the eye progress bar, and there were still about five or ten minutes.

"Are you sleepy?" Ji Liao asked, "Why don't we stop watching and go to sleep?"

"No," Yan Cun said, "not too sleepy."

Just now I was busy talking to Ji Liao, now I listened to some movie dialogues, and I became a little interested for a while: "How about...you tell me the plot? Mainly I want to understand, how did this kiss? "

He's 28, past the age at which watching a kiss scene can be embarrassing - he thought so.

"Hmm..." Ji Liao organized his language a little, and replied very officially, "This is a story about 'finding yourself'."

He coughed lightly, pointed at the phantom in the screen just now, and explained: "'He' is a preset operating program, created by the father of another protagonist, a little boy, according to the human standard of 'perfect' A virtual data program for thinking and acting——After the father learned that he was seriously ill, he hoped to create a program that could accompany the little boy to survive in the apocalypse after his death."

"...Well," Yan Cun nodded, "The theme of the end of the world."

He focused his gaze on the humanoid 'program' in the picture - except for some mechanical movements and slightly hollow pupils, it looked almost the same as a normal person: "And then?"

"Hmm... The little boy developed feelings for the 'program' during the long time of being with each other, and the 'program' sensed that something was wrong, so he thought about what emotion is, and found that he was nothing more than a piece of data while thinking about it," Ji Liao Said, "He fell in love with the little boy, and he didn't want to be just a statistic. He wanted to break the existing confinement, find his true self, and finally had the ability to think independently."

He didn't say that the final ending of the story was a be, the little boy and the program were not together, and the program that gained the ability to think independently was destroyed.

Yan Cun let out a "huh" when he heard the words.

After listening to Ji Liao's narration, he focused his attention on the picture, and noticed a flash of light in the eyes of the 'program' inadvertently—according to the development of the timeline, he should have already had his own thinking.

After being stunned for a few seconds, he asked bluntly, "Then will they..."

"?" Ji Liao looked at him.

"No, nothing..." Yan Cun immediately waved his hand again, "I'm thinking too much."

Ji Liao: "???"

He suspected that Captain Yan had thought of something weird, but he had no evidence.

Yan Cun adjusted to a more comfortable position, yawned silently, raised his hand and looked at the time on the watch, it was almost 10 o'clock in the evening: "Well... let's finish reading first, it's not too long."

In fact, just now, some pessimistic thoughts popped up in his heart. He noticed the "thinking and acting according to the perfect standard of human beings" in Ji Liao's narrative, and substituting himself into the "program" in the story unconsciously, he was a little flustered for a moment.

He hurriedly expelled these strange thoughts from his mind, calmed down, and stared at the screen for a while without saying a word.

Ji Liao didn't notice anything wrong either, so he nodded his head and said "yes", planning to wait for the progress bar to reach the end to cut off the ending, and dictate a perfect ending by himself.

His mind was not on the movie, and his eyes glanced to the side from time to time.

He felt that he understood Yan Cun a little bit.

Although he has participated in criminal police work for so many years, became the captain of the criminal investigation detachment, and has been in charge of various criminal cases. He has not little social experience and experience, but in fact, Yan Cun has been standing still and unwilling to move forward.

Always force yourself to meet other people's 'perfect standards', force yourself to grow up, force yourself to learn to overcome setbacks, but learn nothing - including 'would rather take extreme measures to overcome shadows than fundamentally solve problems, fear Make a change' this thing.

Maybe the same as myself.

Ji Liao himself was ashamed of expressing himself, and never dared to take that step, even after spying on so many 'truths', he didn't dare to face it.

Now he doesn't want to do that.

He made up his mind, unlocked the phone screen, and sent a message to Xiao Zhiyu. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the person next to him had fallen asleep at some point.

He stared blankly at the man's lightly closed eyes for a while, stared at Yan Cun's somewhat dry lips for a while, and looked at his chest that rose and fell slightly due to breathing.

Ji Liao confirmed that he was a little tempted.

Since the "that incident" many years ago, he has become indifferent and gradually reticent, as if he can really get out of the tangled state as long as he seems to be able to handle things with ease and seem to have a plan.

And when he really met the kind of person he wanted to be, when he met Yan Cun who was really indifferent by the back mountain lake of A University, he hesitated.

Maybe at first it is always cold on the outside and hot on the inside, unwilling to approach people, but it will give a fiery temperature to those who really enter the heart, but eventually it will switch to hot on the outside and cold on the inside at a certain stage, and it does not reject contact with others. Get along with anyone, but actually be defensive about anyone.

It makes people feel a little sad.

Ji Liaoming was still indifferent on the surface and still not good at speaking, but he still stayed at the stage of being cold on the outside and hot on the inside, and there was still such a little "warmth" in his heart.

He didn't want to believe that Yan Cunzhen was already cold to the bone, and he really didn't believe anyone—he had clearly peeked into that crack, peeped into the little bit of tenderness hidden in that person, and peeped out a little bit of truth.

He kept thinking, and the movie screen gradually came to an end. He didn't have time to cut the ending, and fortunately, he didn't let the other party know about such an ending.

Ji Liao moved forward a little, and the fabric of the clothes rubbed against each other. He raised his hand and touched the soft skin of the opponent's cheek with his fingertips, allowing his heart to beat violently.

He is confident and conceited, he even has to pull Yan Cun back.

So he stepped forward again, his movements were firm and gentle, but he just touched his lips lightly, and quickly took a step back.

The man didn't make any movement, didn't wake up, just quietly closed his eyes, the tip of his nose rose and fell slightly, and let out a long and soothing breathing sound.

He yelled "Yan Cun" a few times with a guilty conscience, but he didn't get a response for a long time. After hesitating for a few seconds, he gently picked up the other party, turned off the power of the projector, gently put it on the bed in the guest room, and covered Yan Cun Quilt.

The air in the room was too quiet, the breeze outside the window blew up the curtains, and the end of the eyes of the person on the bed trembled inadvertently.

Ji Liao didn't notice it.

He turned off the lights in the room, leaving a small night light behind, and said, "Good night, Yan Cun."

Ji Liaoxu whispered, "The probability of rain in Qinjiang is not high in the past few days, and the weather is fine. It may not rain again in the next few weeks or months... Even if it rains, um, it doesn't matter if it rains." .”

Pulling up the corner of the quilt, he said "good night" again, then left the guest room lightly, and closed the door with a "click".

good night.

The haze will eventually dissipate, and I wish you good dreams forever.