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With my great patience, I squeezed out the most professional smile, and said to the cold man in front of me: "I'm sorry, you didn't die, you didn't have memory confusion, you didn't have hallucinations, and you didn't time travel. It's just that the virtual survival time is over. .”

Today, with the development of science and technology, people set off a wave of antiquity. They enter the liquid chamber, set the age, erase their memories, and experience a completely different life with a new identity. They will not return to reality until they die in the virtual world.

For the authenticity of the experience, all deaths are random, and many people return to reality in the blink of an eye. I have dealt with many protests and complaints from such "unlucky people" since I worked.

And my main task is to guide those who stay too long and can't recover for a while to reintegrate into the real world.If it is called in ancient times, I would probably call it an after-sales person.

My 1 and [-] guests thought that he was the only self-respecting evil in heaven and earth, but in fact he was just a troublesome person who was in the late stage of the second disease and refused to admit that he was sick.

I looked down at the identity information recorded on his liquid tank, Yan Qinghan, even his name had a strong secondary wind, no wonder he was almost thirty and still immersed in the martial arts world of fighting and killing.

I looked away without any trace, swallowed all the complaints, and said kindly: "If you want to extend the experience period, you can go to the front desk to register, and the staff will rearrange the liquid tank for you."

As if he didn't hear, he squinted his eyes and looked me up and down: "Are you still alive?"

No matter which era we go back to, in order to help users get familiar with the scene, the system reduces repulsion even more. All portraits are generated by the human face in the user's subconscious. If I am the object of his obsession, it can only prove one thing——

"Are you secretly in love with me?"

The troublesome guest didn't reject me immediately, but twisted his slender eyebrows and looked at me complicatedly.

Ah, trouble.He was so good-looking and so flawed, but I didn't remember him at all. He either fell in love with me at first sight before entering the warehouse, or he was a hidden stalker.

My head was aching, and my heart was extremely depressed.

It seems that I not only have to work overtime, but also have to write a super long report.

After 5 minutes of staring at the troublesome guest named "Yan Qinghan", the smile on my face finally couldn't hold back.

"Do you need to contact your family now?"

He said coldly, "I have no family."

I was taken aback, and called out his detailed information. He was indeed an orphan, and it was pitiful.

I couldn't help softening my tone: "Today's social security benefits are perfect, you don't have to worry."

Suddenly he said, "You've never said so much to me."

I smiled: "If you like, I can say more to help you understand everything..."

He interrupted me: "Noisy."

"..."

I took a deep breath. As a service worker, I will never be easily defeated.

He said again: "You fake smile all the time, isn't your face stiff?"

I gritted my teeth: "No, stiff."

He looked at me for a while and then smiled.

Smile, laugh!All the sarcasm is silent.

I decided to give up communicating with him, take him to the registration office, and send him directly back to his hometown.

However, after a long time of fiddling, the registrar said regretfully: "His information is more complicated, with many omissions. It may be that the system failure happened to miss him, so..."

"So?" I had a bad feeling.

The registrar shrugged: "So it is temporarily impossible to find out his home address, and there is no emergency contact to contact."

My eyes turned black, and I covered my face with howls.

"It's okay," the registrar reassured me. "Many welfare agencies are happy to deal with such characters."

It is indeed a way...

I turned my head to look at the source of the trouble.

Standing in the waiting area was Yan Qinghan, with a tall and straight figure and a cold expression, but there was a trace of bewilderment in his eyes. He was keenly aware of my gaze, and the bewilderment disappeared instantly, like a torch lit in the dark night, shining on my eyes. Lit up the whole deep pool.

For some reason, my heart ached.

I swallowed: "If, I mean if, I take him home?"

I made the stupidest decision of my life.

Yan Qinghan invaded my private domain grandiosely, smashed two of my home robots, and stepped on my expensive custom-made water bed. When I couldn't bear it, he didn't feel any guilt at all, but asked me: "You Why don't you smile?"

I tore off the tie angrily: "After get off work hours, there is no service with a smile."

He was about to say something when he glanced at my neck, blushed, coughed three times, and said: "It's immoral, what a shame!"

My hand rested on the third button, looking at his sudden "shyness", three words flashed in my mind: cute contrast!

So it is said that people must be good-looking, even if they have a second disease or a stalker, they can be easily forgiven.

I admired the wonderful scenery for a while, buttoned up the button again, and raised an eyebrow at him: "I don't think you are quite conservative."

His face sank: "Do you often do this in front of others?"

I knew why and asked, "Which one?"

He held back for a long time, and spit out four words: "Clothes, clothes are disheveled."

I patted him on the shoulder: "I won't let you lose money."

If there is a little damage to the house, let it be a little damage, as if I raised a cat with a unique breed.

The lines of his face returned to coldness, and his whole body began to feel cold. I wasn't scared at first, let alone now. Besides, after a short time with him, I have already figured out that his cold appearance is used to cover up the confusion in his heart.

I withdrew my hand, opened the locker of the disabled robot, and manually squeezed two cups of watermelon juice.

"Drink."

He wrinkled his face calmly and took the cup carefully.

"Blood?"

"Yeah," I joked, "do you need a silver needle drug test?"

He shook his head: "I believe in you." Then he raised his head and downed it in one breath, staring at the empty glass with a strange expression after drinking.

I lost my confidence because of him, and it's not real blood. Could it be that the watermelon has gone bad?It shouldn't be...

I tentatively licked the surface of the juice, and a terrible cough erupted in my ear, so scared that I shook my hand and spilled half a cup.

"what happened?"

"you you you……"

He said "you" for a long time, his eyes fell on my lips, and the redness on my cheeks that had just receded surged up again.I licked my lips subconsciously, and he quickly looked away.

"It is too sweet."

"Ah," I couldn't follow his brain circuit, "I'm too sweet?"

He turned his face away, the dark red ears looming in the black silk.

"The water is too sweet."

"Oh."

I am inexplicably a little lost.

"I thought you were choking."

He didn't speak, and seemed to be concentrating on studying the domestic robot with its stomach open in front of him.

This is a good thing. The law stipulates that minors are not allowed to enter the virtual world. That is to say, no one will live in the "ancient times" from birth. The confusion is only temporary. People who end their virtual lives with the help of professionals, family and friends Memories of the real world are quickly restored.So even if he doesn't understand what everything in front of him is, he won't be too surprised, the body will naturally feel familiar.

I'm stupid, it should be a good choice for him to awaken his memory from the small space of my house.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help smiling: "You can take it apart and see for yourself, it won't conduct electricity, don't worry."

He pondered for a moment, and said seriously: "We used to disembowel traitors."

"..."

I was wrong, he has no sense of modernity at all.

I disassembled the robot and packed it back to the factory for repair. He has been watching all this silently beside me. Although he didn't ask, I know he has a lot of questions.

I told him: "You are considered lucky. At least you practice martial arts to strengthen your body, and you can play cool at ordinary times. You know that several people who choose the 21st century have only studied for the rest of their lives, and some of them died of overwork after studying. They After waking up, I found that I was actually playing "Sims". I had read for nothing for decades, and jointly protested to the government, which almost caused a riot. In the end, the government had no way to arrange a history teacher for them. Come down, because of this incident, I almost closed 'Reincarnation'."

He didn't understand the following paragraph for a long time, but he heard the first half of the sentence clearly, and lowered his head to stare at his palm.

"My martial arts?"

"Nope," I told him, "You can't fly over walls, you can't kill people, and you don't have Yishui's younger brother. You have only me by your side now, accept your fate."

His long eyelashes trembled, and suddenly he clenched his fist and thumped hard against the wall.

— buzz buzz! ! !

The alarms sounded in all directions at the same time, and I shuddered in shock and quickly cut off the security system.

"Did you call the police stupidly?!"

He ignored me, stood there and said to himself: "Sure enough, it's gone, a wall can't go through..."

"I think your skull is pierced. Only ion cannon can penetrate the walls of my house!"

I grabbed his red and swollen right hand viciously, wiped it lightly with a home medical device, and sprayed a film of medicine worriedly before it loosened.

His attention was immediately attracted by the restored right hand, and he raised it above his head to stare.

"You bandaged me before, but it's a pity that it didn't heal so quickly. If..."

before?

I pricked up my ears, but he stopped halfway through his words and fisted me.

"Thank you."

I replied with a wooden face: "You're welcome, strong man."

Seeing that the expression on his face finally became more exciting, I triumphantly put away the medical instrument and raised my hand.

"Don't pretend to understand after the soil is exposed, you know, my house is not a thatched cottage."

He frowned: "Torrent?"

I thought he didn't understand the word, so I took the initiative to explain: "It's just a bumpkin, a bumpkin."

He said, "I know."

"Then why ask?" I turned my face away, "By the way, I can call you this, but you must not call someone else."

"why?"

"Of course because geographical discrimination is against the law."

He stretched out his long arms and grabbed my collar from behind, obviously displeased: "You discriminate against me?"

I shrunk my neck and became stupid belatedly. Yan Qinghan is nearly 1.9 meters tall and has a physique comparable to an athlete. If he smashes the wall with great strength, it can set off a third-level alarm. It's all wall dong, just like him carrying a chicken.

I laughed and said, "Just kidding."

He looked at me with those dark, deep eyes for five seconds, and I was in a cold sweat. He slowly let go of his hand and opened his mouth.

"Ha ha."

"..."

Seeing that I didn't respond, the arc of his mouth widened a bit.

"Hahaha."

I took a sharp step back.

"I warn you, today's society is ruled by law, killing people is against the law."

He tilted his head strangely: "I'm responding to your joke."

"……as long as you are happy."

He looked at me, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Actually, your joke is very boring, and I don't feel happy about it."

"..."

I didn't know how to respond, so I just laughed.

His eyes flashed, and he said, "I have never killed anyone."

I immediately exposed him: "You just said lightly about such a bloody thing as disembowelment."

"I didn't drive it."

"……as long as you are happy."

I don't intend to entangle with him whether he did it himself or instructed others.

"Anyway, it's all fake. Even if you really killed someone, it's all over. Generally, people who come out of 'Sims' call themselves 'new students'."

He raised his eyes and looked at me fixedly: "Have you ever had a 'new life'?"

"I?"

I scratched my cheek, trying to remember the past.

"There should be, but the staff is going to erase that part of the memory, after all, it may affect the work."

His brows raised, and then quickly eased, as if he was suppressing some emotions, and it took a long while before he replied with a soft "hmm".

I said, "Why did you ask me, what was the past you were talking about?"

He replied with two words: "Noisy."

"..."

I'm going to kick him out tonight and let him be with the road cleaning robot!

I made up my mind to ignore him and played the game on my own. He stood behind me and watched me make it all the way to the end with superb skills.

"Are you playing sandbag throwing?"

I snorted coldly, I didn't know.

He observed my expression and finally came to his senses: "Are you angry?"

I puffed up my face: "I'm angry."

He said, "Sorry."

"Insincere."

"How can you be sincere?"

I rolled my eyes: "Shouldn't you answer me the question I asked you earlier, where did you know me before?"

He avoided my sight, obviously avoiding answering, I raised my index finger to warn him that he would not answer honestly, I really ignored him.

He closed his eyes and said hoarsely, "I was hunted down by my enemies before, but you died to save me."

This story is too short, I haven't come back to it yet.

"Just died?"

"died."

I said dissatisfiedly: "In the virtual world, you can't make me stronger, so don't rush to the street casually?"

He opened his eyes: "If it's true as you said, I'm living in an illusion, why don't I feel anything at all?"

I asked back: "If you knew that you could have multiple lives, would you choose to squander your life recklessly, or would you cherish this era that you can never go back?"

He was silent, lost in thought.

I pressed his shoulders: "Don't be stupid, no matter which one you are, you will not be able to truly experience life, and the rules naturally have rules. You have extra thoughts, why don't you be stupid what to eat tonight."

He said, "You asked me first."

"...Apologize for my mistake, and treat you to a big meal tonight."

After a while, he called me again.

"What are you doing?" I said angrily.

Yan Qinghan suddenly fell silent.

I poked his stomach unhappily: "Are all of you monsters like this, hesitating and half-talking."

He grabbed my troublesome fingers and turned his face away: "I'm stupid to hear you say it again."

"What?" I was a little confused, "You are the devil..."

"Not this sentence."

He turned his head, and my slightly flushed face was reflected in his dark and deep eyes.

"You said, you are the only one left by my side."

As a result, the heat from the fingertips suddenly surged into heartache.

"It's just the truth, why are you talking so provocatively?"

As a result, I didn't realize it was wrong until I lay on the half-collapsed bed at night.

Didn't I decide to kick him out?

I was woken up by the "didi" sound of the communicator in the morning. When I pressed the switch in a daze, the big face of the registrar jumped onto the light screen.

"Let me tell you that part of his information has been repaired, which is even more bizarre than a BUG."

"Who?" I was still on the verge of sleep.

The registrar made an exaggerated mouth shape: "Yan Qinghan!"

I suddenly woke up, Yan Qinghan, my 1 patient, a late patient in the second class who had a crush on me, and the possibility of a stalker, was picked up by me and brought home on a whim.

"What's up with him?"

"His records show that he has reincarnated six times."

"Reincarnation" is what our industry staff call the experience of the virtual world, similar to the "sims" of ordinary people.

I didn't take it seriously: "There are fanatics who have reincarnated ten times."

"No, no, no," the registrar shook his finger. "That's not the point. The point is that the system's default setting is time pause, but his liquid tank is set to unify the world time and keep the individual time unchanged."

"Impossible!" I blurted out.

Calculated according to the average life expectancy of 50 years in ancient times, if he had reincarnated six times, wouldn't he have lived for 300 years, which means that he was born 300 years ago when he was only [-] years old!

The registrar was also very puzzled: "300 years ago, the virtual system just took shape and was not put into the market. How did he start to experience it? Probably the BUG has not been fixed, and the engineer will come again today."

I was stupid: "It should be, I will ask the engineer when I go to work."

Turning off the communicator, I lay on the bed for a while, thinking that Yan Qinghan is really the most troublesome guest I have ever met, and I encountered all kinds of bugs when I met him.

When I cleaned up and got ready to go to work, as soon as I stepped out of the room, I saw the back of the protagonist who I had slandered for a long time sitting upright.

"you get up?"

He turned around: "It's you who are too late."

"I don't have an early shift today."

I opened the sideboard and brought out a hot breakfast.

"Eat."

He looked at me out of the corner of his eye, awkwardly learning how to use a knife and fork.

I secretly laughed, he was indeed as I guessed, a tsundere who wanted to save face and suffer.

After dawdling in my meal, I wiped my mouth and the robot started cleaning automatically.

He saw me walking towards the door and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Oh, I'm going to work."

I told him, don't touch it randomly, the furniture at home can be voice-controlled, if he is bored and shouts "game", if he misses the martial arts career, he can call "Jin Yong" or "Gu Long".

When he heard this, his expression was very strange: "Is it just to smile at others at work?"

I froze for a moment and said almost.

He pondered for a moment, as if he had made up his mind, he nodded to me and said, "Go."

"..."

Oops, this is the first time I've lived for more than 20 years and found out that someone has a crush on me, and the person who has a crush on me is still a cute and handsome guy in contrast!

I clutched my chest, feeling my heart beat.

When I went to find the engineer, he had been working on the recorder for a long time, and he didn't even lift his head when he heard footsteps.

I squatted down curiously, and found that the screen was full of codes that I couldn't understand.

"Is his bug hard to fix?"

The engineer rubbed his forehead: "There is an unseen vulnerability that is very tricky. The program used is too primitive, and modern technology is not easy to track."

I half understood what I heard, and watched for half an hour without knowing why, and was finally dragged out by the registrar.

"It's fine if you just idle around, don't disturb other people's work."

I showed a standard smile: "each other, each other."

His eyelids twitched: "What do you know?"

I kept smiling: "No, no."

The registrar looked even more unhappy.

I glanced around, leaned closer to his ear, and whispered, "Your authority is higher than mine, can you check my virtual experience records for me?"

The registrar glanced at me: "You know it's against the rules, don't you?"

I put my hands together and prayed: "I just need to know the time of reincarnation and the setting of the era, no details are needed."

Maybe I entered the world of martial arts at the beginning, because of Yan Qinghan’s system bug, our two identical worlds were connected together. In the virtual world, he was impressed by my heroic appearance and never forgot, but I forgot it as soon as I left the warehouse. Isn't he too pitiful.

Seeing that the registrar was indifferent, I took out my trump card.

"If you don't help me, I'll tell Brother Engineer that you have been coveting him for a long time!"

"My little ancestor," the registrar's expression changed for a second, "Can't I help you?"

I saw the donkey down the slope: "Yes, yes, it's too good."

He said unwillingly: "If it is discovered, my year-end bonus will be cancelled, and you will pay me."

I pat my chest and promise that my year-end award is his year-end award.

Under my stalking, the registrar reluctantly took out the ID card and swiped it at the recording table, called up my file, and then... a vein burst out.

"You haven't been reincarnated at all!"

"Hush, shush, shush...hey, no?"

The registrar pressed my head: "Look for yourself."

Experience record: 0

Experience time: no

Experience location: none

My hypocrisy was punctured, and I said disappointedly: "If you don't have it, then you don't have it."

Even though Yan Qinghan is a stalker, because of his good looks and contrasting cuteness, I decided not to call the police without principle.

The registrar muttered a few words to me, and was about to close my file, when he suddenly exclaimed and stopped before pressing the button.

"Shouldn't be..."

He turned to look at me and repeated himself.

"Shouldn't be..."

He looked at me with hairs in my heart: "What, what are you doing?"

He faltered for a long time before saying under my urging: "Your emergency contact is Yan Qinghan."

I was dumbfounded for a moment, imitating his words: "It shouldn't be..."

I am an orphan after the war. After finishing compulsory education, I have been working in a virtual company. My memory is very complete and there are no faults. Before that, I didn't know Yan Qinghan at all!

I trembled and said, "Look at it again, are you dazzled?"

The registrar was more puzzled than me: "I can see it clearly, so that's why it's strange."

No, even if it is true, Yan Qinghan's experience time is longer than my age, he was already in the game room when I was born, how could he come out to follow me?

I felt cold on the soles of my feet, rubbed my shoulders and asked the registrar, "Do you believe that the world is haunted?"

The registrar responded by hitting a chestnut on my head.

"What time is it, you still worship ghosts and gods, please look at the technological creations around you?"

He muttered: "Besides, your Yan Qinghan is full of bugs, who knows if he has infected you."

I echoed him with complicated thoughts: "Yes, bugs are contagious."

When I got home, I stared at Yan Qinghan for a long time, and couldn't help but squeeze his arms and beat his legs.

"Are you really an ancient person?"

He didn't seem bothered to answer my questions.

I'm not annoyed, I looked him up and down, he has nose and eyes, he's as handsome as me, and he doesn't look like an antique.

"It really is a bug..." I muttered.

He finally had a reaction: "Mynah? You're stupid to keep parrots."

I admired from the bottom of my heart: "You are so cute."

His handsome face flushed, and he coughed a few times: "I'll buy it for you."

I asked, "Are you rich?"

He was extremely confident: "There will be."

I looked at his shining black eyes, and then at the corners of his slightly raised lips. I was so stupid that I was getting more and more rare for his muffled and cute character.

I poked his waist: "Be lenient when confessing, but strict when resisting. How long have you been secretly in love with me?"

I thought he would gossip about him again, or become angry from embarrassment, but I didn't expect him to smile lowly.

"It seems a long time, a long time."

I don't know if BUG will be contagious, I only know that blushing is contagious.

After a few days of deliberation, I finally chose a sunny and auspicious day to do the most daring thing in my life—to steal the administrator's magnetic card.

If you use the superior's magnetic card without authorization, you will be fired, but I don't care about that much anymore. I can't believe what the registrar said. The administrator is the highest-ranked person I know. Now I only hope that his level is high enough to be transferred. Get all the files of me, a commoner.

I held this card apprehensively, like holding a pair of tongs, a fire was burning from my fingertips to my heart, which made me restless.

Entering the system, I flicked through my files, most of which I knew, and a small number of simple superior ratings were trivial, until I saw my medical files.

I have been healthy and healthy since I was a child, and I have no diseases or disasters. The size of the file in front of me is obviously not enough to be supported by a few physical examinations.

I took a deep breath and touched the light screen with trembling fingers.

The purpose of entry turned out to be a critical illness notice, which was signed more than 300 years ago!

I was short of breath, stood up abruptly, walked around the place several times, finally calmed down, read it again, and found the medical certificate in the deepest part of the document.

The resolution is to freeze it immediately, and then thaw it when there is enough healing technology in the future, the signer...Yan Qinghan.

I bit my lower lip tightly and continued to read. Among other comments, there was a column of spiritual therapy, which is what we often do to people who enter the virtual world-brainwashing.

The reason for the application is only one sentence: I don't want him to wake up and face a strange world like me, with no one to see, no help.

I stared at the line of handwritten text, a short row, with deep and shallow ink, wondering how many tossing and turning nights the signer had to make this decision.

Six times of reincarnation, 300 years.

How much hesitation did he have in his heart when he wrote this sentence?

10

I found the engineer in the contacts on the communicator.

I asked: "Is your circle of high-end technical workers small?"

He said embarrassedly: "What high-end technical workers, just call me a repairman."

I don't want to talk nonsense with him, and cut straight to the point: "Do you know Yan Qinghan's liquid tank setter?"

"Of course I don't," he said.

"Oh……"

I hang my head in disappointment.

The engineer changed the topic: "But I know someone who knows him, he is our old professor's master."

I happily said, "Can you give me his address?"

The engineer said: "Why are you so excited, the professor has been living in the teacher's dormitory of the technical college after he retired..."

Without wasting a second, I got the important information, immediately turned off the communicator, boarded my aircraft and went straight to the destination.

The old professor is a gentleman, he can press the alarm at any time for an intruder like me, but he just looks at me peacefully, waiting for me to explain my purpose.

I organized my wording and said: "Hello, I am a family member of Yan Qinghan's... I don't know if you know about him. He has been unable to integrate into real life normally after he came out of the liquid tank, so I am fooling you There might be a way."

What I said was half true and half false, and I was ready to be questioned by him, but the old professor nodded.

"I guessed it a long time ago."

I was shocked: "You guessed it?"

He said: "He has been reincarnated six times and brainwashed six times, and he is no longer in a normal situation."

I tried to stay calm: "Then can he still remember?"

The old professor shook his head slowly: "I'm afraid not. With today's technology, it may only take some time, but the first batch of experimenters 300 years ago, it is very difficult to repair..."

I was dizzy for a while, and I couldn't hear the professor's words clearly. The first batch of experimenters, what kind of desperate situation and what kind of mentality did they choose to put all their eggs in one basket in front of imperfect technology.

At that moment, I was crying and laughing foolishly, the cruelest and sweetest thing is always reality.

11

I returned home in a daze, and my footsteps stopped at the door.

I opened my hand: "Hug."

He took two steps back, looked at me in disbelief, and after confirming that I was serious, his ears turned red, he took a step with his long legs, wrapped his arms around me, hugged me in his arms, and comforted me stiffly.

"Working... is not going well?"

I leaned on his shoulder and said softly, "It's going well."

It's because it went so well...

The quiet time lingers around us, that is a full 300 years away.

It was long enough to forget each other, but he persistently followed me in the virtual world time and time again. In order not to forget me, he might even weave countless unforgettable life and death farewells for us.

What a fool.

Finally, I knew everything, but couldn't remember our past, he remembered me, but forgot himself.

12

I sat quietly at the desk to write my resignation letter, and the registrar sent me a video message with teeth and claws-you missed work for two days, aren't you stupid?

I told him truthfully that I stole the administrator's magnetic card, so I should be dismissed within two days.

In less than five seconds, the communicator rang.

The registrar said: "Tear up your resignation letter, come to work tomorrow, and bring me the magnetic card."

I asked, "Is there going to be a public review?"

He swears for the first time: "Review ass, I think there is something wrong with you. When the administrator was looking for the magnetic card, I will help you take the blame. I said I took the wrong card and brought it home."

"Why are you?"

"You still owe me the year-end bonus, Yu escape, no way!"

I whispered, "Thank you."

The registrar sighed: "We have been working together for two years. Modern people have a very long life expectancy, and there are still more than 100 years to live in the future. I reluctantly accept your face. If the higher-ups transfer an ugly monster to get along with me day and night, then How miserable I am."

"Yeah, there are still more than 100 years in the future..." I muttered to myself.

The registrar continued: "Besides, when I get married in the future, you have to be the best man."

I ignited the soul of gossip: "Did you confess your love to the engineer?"

The registrar suddenly choked on his own saliva, and frantically turned off the communicator.

It seems that being crushed is always better than crushing.

Yan Qinghan leaned against the door: "In a good mood?"

I smiled and walked over to hold his hand: "The past era cannot be traced back, but fortunately we have a complete future."

He looked down at our handshake.

"Are you belittling me?"

"..."

Maybe, my future is still worrying.

13

After my attitude towards Yan Qinghan gradually became clear, he became more aggressive and even interfered with my work in many ways.

"Do you have to go to work?"

"Do you have to smile at work?"

"Why doesn't the chicken guy have to face so many people every day?"

I corrected him: "It's the registrar, not the chicken maker."

He raised his eyebrows slightly: "Why doesn't the registrar have to face so many people every day?"

I thought for a second and said, "Because he only needs to raise one person, I want to raise two."

His face instantly became ugly.

I also feel quite wronged when I say it, the golden house has been holding Jiao for so long, it would kill me to hold hands, let alone kiss and hug.

In the modern age where thinking is open and open, I occasionally take him to the street. Every time he sees a couple kissing in the street, his thin lips will move, and there will always be four words: immoral.

I sometimes wish he could insult me ​​once.

The repaired robot was sent back from the factory, and I was freed from the trouble of manually squeezing juice, but I was faced with a new trouble.

Yan Qinghan is 100% skeptical. He doesn't believe that putting raw meat and vegetables in the machine can automatically produce delicious and healthy food.

If his former younger brother could jump out of the virtual world, he would be shocked to see the scene in front of him.

The devil who calls the wind and the rain, diligently planting vegetables, watering and raising flowers, worrying about why there are no bugs from time to time, and worrying about what to do if there are bugs.

I persuaded him earnestly: "You are a future man, you must believe in the power of technology."

He listened to my words with one ear and out the other. After gradually adapting to the reality of technology, he used his own set of standards to evaluate which ones could be trusted and which ones had ulterior motives.

I lie on the sofa, watching his busy figure, I often think of a joke from the beginning: You can't fly over the wall, you can't kill people, and you don't have a brother, you only have me by your side now... …

Our relatives and friends have probably all returned to dust and scattered into space in the long years. Even if there are miraculously alive people, we have all forgotten them.

300 years ago, we chose a doomed lonely road to win a possibility about the future.

Perhaps I was too engrossed in watching it, he raised his head and frowned.

"how?"

I lifted my chin and said to him: "It's not romantic, according to your ancient thinking, shouldn't you take me to sit and watch Yunjuan Yunshu?"

He stopped what he was doing, wiped his hands, and stood up.

I couldn't help but feel nervous. Could it be that he is really stupid to take me on a horse ride?

Then, listening to him, he cleared his throat and said loudly: "Yun Juan Yun Shu."

"..."

My high-performance voice-activated ceiling faithfully fulfilled the expectations of the second master. The white clouds stretched and curled up amidst the intertwined light and shadow, spring, summer, autumn and winter passed in a blink of an eye, and the sound system even recited ancient books cleverly.

He asked expectantly, "Is it romantic?"

I opened the corner of my mouth: "Ha, ha, ha."

In the evening, I turned on my home system on a whim, knowing whether he called Jin Yong or Gu Long when I went to work, but the moment the data spread out, I couldn't help but smile.

He yelled my name.

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"Hello, is this virtual experience also set in the 21st century?"

As a registrar, I dutifully register every guest's information.

while standing