C Language Cultivation

"Give you sugar."

Afterglow, he saw the sun outside the window. The sunlight passed through the plane trees and hawthorn trees, and dazzled a little. The aftershock of the sunlight reacted strangely with his own eyelashes, reflecting a faint iridescence before him, red orange yellow green blue blue purple, like the color of the colorful lollipop.

He continued to stretch the sugar forward.

The boy in front of the piano was as beautiful as a doll. He didn't move, but his fingers fell unconsciously, and he pressed a key. The sound of a "bang" sounded, and a few swirls were played in the room.

The piano sounded like a terminator and a brace, ending this sudden dream.

I don't know if the sugar was picked up, maybe it was.

Lin Xun opened his eyes, and the snow-white ceiling made him slightly confused. A ray of sunlight penetrated through the gap of the curtain, casting a slight iridescence. He reached out his hand to catch it, and finally caught only a ray of void air.

He took a light breath and propped himself up, sitting up from the bed and leaning on the pillow.

A bit, sour.

It's not the acid of lemon, it's a physiological acid, the range spreads to the bones all over the body, and the skin still has a little pain, concentrated in some areas, like being bitten. However, there was no other reaction to the leg that had not yet been completely healed, and the injury did not worsen. Lin Xun felt that someone had gone crazy last night and did not forget to take care of his legs, indicating that this person's self-control is a bit scary.

At least, he prides himself that he can’t do it. He forgot about who he was last night.

Moving his arm a little, he opened the memo and typed twenty words, and then carefully read the things he wrote down scattered from beginning to end, threw the phone and got up.

"Hi, Lin Xun." There was a clear, dull, milky young voice behind him, and at the same time a blue light came on.

Lin Xun: "You can call Dad."

"Oh." Luo Shen walked around the bed a few steps, sat cross-legged by the bed, and placed his right elbow on the edge of the bed to support his cheek. His long silver hair looked smooth, and fell down with his movements. His frost-blue eyes appeared cold and mischievous. Lin Xun didn't know how the two adjectives described one thing at the same time, probably because His eye shape is a bit like Dongjun, but his eyes are not like it. I don’t know what is weird.

Luo: "Your clothes are over there."

Lin Xun: "Thank you."

Luo: "But I don't actually recommend that you get up."

Lin Xun said seriously: "I think so."

Luo: "It is recommended to lie down."

Lin Xun: "But I always feel that something bad is going to happen, you can figure it out."

Luo's tone was indifferent: "Please write me this function."

Lin Xun: "You are artificial intelligence, not mentally retarded, I order you to find a predictive model."

"Oh." Luo said: "After the search, choose the model, Murphy's Law. If you feel something bad, it will definitely happen."

Lin Xun raised his hand and shut him off.

Artificial mental retardation Sometimes mental retardation seems to be a true intelligence.

He raised his arms, his wrists pressed against his eyes, thinking about nothing. Then he got up. At the end of the third floor, there was a room he had never been to. According to the pattern of the whole building, this is a large room with floor-to-ceiling windows on both sides.

He walked barefoot, the floor was a bit cold, the white door was unlocked, and opened with a slight twist. He pressed his hand against the cold door handle and pushed the door inwards. Before seeing the scene in the room, he smelled a long time no one lived there.

The door opened fifty degrees and the window leaned against a huge black grand piano.

Lin Xun's breathing stagnate, and slammed the door shut. He put his back against the door, wiped his forehead, and sweated coldly.

The blue light turned on, and Luo appeared beside him, tilting his head slightly at him.

"It's okay." Lin Xun said, and then stretched out his hand to hold his hand, intending to return to the original room. Luo slowly followed him.

"Luo," he said suddenly.

Luo turned his head to look at him. The 13-year-old boy had just reached his chest, his eyes clear.

Lin Xun said: "Are you going to lie?"

Luo looked at him so quietly, without any expression, and did not speak.

Lin Xun didn't say anything. He knew that this question was actually beyond what Luo could answer. Generally speaking, artificial intelligence does not deceive people. They are made for human service. However, their inherent rigor will not make them rashly promise.

Luo continued to be expressionless, which probably indicates that he was searching for a feasible answer.

Lin Xun turned back and went on. After five or six steps, I suddenly heard a voice behind me, and the young man's voice was slightly dumb.

"I will always be by your side."

"The answer is not what you asked. Have you entered the Internet love language language library?" Lin Xun said: "Re-election."

Luo: "...oh."

They went on, and suddenly, Lin Xun's ear sounded a series of message prompts. Very dense.

He is very familiar with this style of sending messages. Only Qi Yun likes to send such a series of bombardments, and they are all ugly messages without periods.

Ji Yanzong-Feihong: Brother, are you here, pick me up, I am taking drugs and have long legs

Ji Yanzong-Feihong: I'm going to try out in the afternoon

Ji Yanzong-Feihong: Brother, are you there?

Ji Yanzong-Feihong: Shit, I feel I am weak

Ji Yanzong-Feihong: Brother, give me a face, I can't even have an assistant

Ji Yanzong-Feihong: The monk changed his thesis all night last night.

Lin Xun: "..."

He thought that Qi Yun finally knew that he was distressed by his brother, why didn't he distress him? He also just woke up.

He returned: I am.

Ji Yanzong-Feihong: Brother you are really my brother

Speaking, I sent the positioning and said: you come quickly

A happy pointer: OK.

With that, just about to turn off the phone, Qi Yun sent another message.

Ji Yanzong-Feihong: Brother, can you drive a better car?

Ji Yanzong-Feihong: That Jetta is really a bit broken

Lin Xun has never seen such a person who can push his nose to his face.

A happy pointer: Why don't you have an assistant?

Ji Yanzong-Feihong: No one wants me

Ji Yanzong-Feihong: Our group shares a broker and three assistants, I can’t get

A happy pointer: OK.

A happy pointer: Why did you start shooting so quickly? Don't you read the script?

Ji Yanzong-Feihong: Do you think I still need to read the script I played?

A happy pointer: Understand, you just brush your face.

Ji Yanzong-Feihong: So at most two days of shooting, my company does not care about me, brother, you cover me

A happy pointer: Come on son.

Ji Yanzong-Feihong:?

Lin Xun smiled, cut out, and reached the chat interface with Dongjun.

A happy pointer: I went out to play.

In order to avoid unnecessary disputes, he intends to develop good reporting habits.

Dongjun: Good.

A happy pointer: come back at night.

Dongjun: Pay attention to safety.

A happy pointer: Mama da.

Dongjun: [File]

The file is called "OS", the naming is very simple, the abbreviation of the operating system, Lin Xun opens, unzips, it seems to be the source code of a simple operating system, which he asked Dongjun before. He roughly turned it over. This thing should be the homework of Dongjun's student days. All the basic operations that can be counted are covered. It is a standard full score, which is completely different from the parallel operation of Wang Safety Zhao.

A happy pointer: What is it!

Dongjun: ^^

Lin Xun cleaned it up, chose a plain black pullover sweater, put on an unremarkable hat, and looked very assistant. But the amount of activity to wear clothes made him take a few breaths, feeling that his bones were sour, like a dead man who could not move. He almost suspected that Dong Jun had tossed him so much with the law yesterday, the purpose was to prevent him from going out.

But Qi Yun still has to do things. Otherwise, a master Jianzong brother in this hall would have fallen to the point where he came out to film without even an assistant or a car, which is too miserable. Where does the face of Cultivation Realm go?

Qi Yun's current physical condition, a fish that has just landed, it is very difficult for him to wield a sword, but the sword does not cultivate spiritual power, it is really impossible to leave the sword. Even the sword repairs of the Jindan period, when defenseless, the combat effectiveness is only less than 10% of the original. To wait until the infancy, the realm’s realm of the infancy corresponds to Jianxiu, called "Heart Sword". They use their own body as a sword furnace, and their spirits and spirits become fire, and a "heart sword" is tempered. "From then on, the spirit of the mind moved, and the sword's qi was like an arm's command, only to get rid of the shackles of foreign objects.

Lin Xun curled his fingers and even had a sour arm. He looked at Luo: "I really don't want to move."

Luo: "I suggest you dove off."

Lin Xun: "No."

The director, Gao Liao, had a few words on his face saying "I have a relationship with a monster". He went to accompany Qi Yun, which was not exactly an assistant, which was equivalent to lurking into the monster world as an undercover and had to do a good fight. Preparation.

He thought about it and turned his head into the system space.

The first thing is to load the operating system sent by Dongjun to the system.

The loading progress bar started, the progress was very slow, he turned to the task area on the other side.

In the inventory of the mission area, there is one thing that he has not used so far. It is a panacea obtained from the side mission a few days ago, named "Da Huan Dan". He put his fingers on the surface of the elixir, and the words floating in front of him appeared.

Da Huan Dan, healing holy medicine, healing internal and external injuries, and restoring health.

Lin Xun held it in his hand, wanted to eat it, and finally put it down. He left the system space, turned out the elixir sent by Bihai Fairy, and ate an internal medicine.

The sense of coolness flows all over the body, and the situation is much better.

Lin Xun was happy.

Happy Lin Xun went downstairs.

Qi Yun asked him to drive a better car.

That will do.

Dongjun's family really does not lack this thing.

The garage door automatically recognized him and slowly rose. Lin Xun went in. He didn't know what the specifications of the entertainment circle were, and the impression was quite extravagant.

——So he looked left and right and picked a car that seemed very valuable, but the model and color were relatively low-key.

He sat in, the autopilot system activated, thrust from his back, and the vehicle slid smoothly out of the garage.

Lin Xun sat down, and suddenly felt that his behavior was too reassuring.

Never mind.

He felt his condition was strange.

I was afraid that Dongjun would not be happy, and knew that Dongjun would not be no matter what he did.

Weird.

He looked at the back seat with this strange mentality.

The pointer sat in the back seat, licking his paw gracefully.

Looking to the co-pilot again.

Luo leaned against the seat back to doze, this is his standby action.

Twenty days ago, he was still a code farmer with a Coke straw knocking in the rental house, but today he drove Dongjun's car and traveled around the city, sharing a room with cats and artificial intelligence to pick up a mermaid to work.

Life is like a fantasy novel, or a game with a theme of absurdity.

He drove the music in the car to the maximum.