C Language Cultivation

The following things are all logical, they went to eat a hot pot to celebrate, and then went home together-the only thing that happened was that Lin Xun's collar forgot to pick it, he had a ghost in his heart, and always felt that someone had looked at him .

On the way back, the architecture asked: "Algorithm, you seem a little unhappy today."

Lin Xun shrugged his shoulders: "After two days, the election is final."

"It's true," Wang Jingdao said, "we'll use algorithms to hang the audience."

"The words are like this." Lin Xun said: "But we can't be very powerful."

He was not there in the second half of the qualifier, but Dong Jun was held in the car and watched the live broadcast. The result is undoubtedly, the final score is announced, the full score is 100, Luoshen's total score of 95.7 ranks first, and enters the final election.

The 4.3 points deducted may be because some judges have doubts about its scope of application-this kind of thing is not without precedent. One of the most well-known examples is the Alpha Dog more than a decade ago, which defeated a talented chess player, proving that artificial intelligence does indeed have more computing power than humans through learning and training. But then that team suffered huge losses because the training cost of artificial intelligence was too high, and no matter how smart it was, it would always play chess. It is a product with greater significance than value, and many artificial intelligence products represented by it are.

But Luo is still very practical.

At least when Lin Xun wants to get off Dongjun's car, it will actively remind him that it is raining outside.

"It's not terrible, do you still want to go to heaven?" Wang Jingdao said.

"Look, we did it for three years. But the opponents we will meet in the final election will pay less energy than us."

"Six years." The architecture speaks out: "In fact, the university started planning."

"Yes, but, we still have to face the airborne team." Lin Xun said: "Yinhe, Eagle will bring their most promising products this year to the Expo to warm up, Eagle also did strong artificial intelligence this year, their team has a few Ten people."

"So?" Wang Jingdao said: "In only two days, our product has been finalized, and we can't improve it anymore. After two days, we will finish playing. Maybe, algorithm, we will dress you up in these days. , Will score a little higher."

Lin Xun: "..."

He refused to continue the conversation with Wang Safety, leaning on the architecture, and brushing MO with him. The full name of MO is MathOverflow. It is a mathematics community. Unlike ordinary question and answer forums, the questions asked by users on this are often unsolvable frontier problems. For example, when Lin Xun was eleven, the question he saw when he first landed here still had no answer.

Faced with mathematics, no one will feel insignificant. The goddess of mathematics stood there, always there, looking down on sentient beings and telling people: there are indeed laws in the world where humans exhaust all their intelligence and cannot touch for the rest of their lives. So brushing MO is a thing that calms Lin Xun's mood—compared to math problems, the real problems are simply not worth mentioning, and he shouldn't be bothered by those things.

So he maintained the false calmness obtained by this MO brush, and spent a plain evening, he sat on the sofa and lifted the cat.

Architecture handed him a glass of cold milk. Lin Xun took it and put it on his lips.

He breathed a little, raised his cup, looked up, and took a small sip.

At the next moment, a nausea sensation came up, his hands were shaking, and the table was full of milk-and then he choked, coughing violently.

Frame and pat his back: "What's wrong with you today."

Lin Xun took a deep breath, and the false calm could not be maintained. When people are nervous, they really can't eat anything.

He said nothing, then said: "I went to bed early today."

The architecture looked at him, and there were some worried elements in the blue eyes: "Then take a good rest."

Lin Xun said, "Well," he walked over to the coffee table in the living room and opened a drawer below, which is where they usually put their medicine.

The programmer’s line is sometimes reversed day and night, and the sleep quality is often poor after the circadian clock is disrupted, so they often prepare a lot of over-the-counter medicines for sleep aids, from melatonin to oryzanol and even chlorpheniramine, each suitable for different situations.

He took a bottle at his disposal, and after eating it at a double dose, turned off the pointer outside the room, turned off the lights, and went to sleep.

The pointer scratched the door a few times, and then meowed several times, but to no avail.

Lin Xun looked at the ceiling. He didn't even know what he was thinking. After a while, the world became dizzy and dark.

Lin Xun didn't like dreaming, he didn't like it since childhood.

He doesn't like all kinds of dreams like those with rich emotions or imagination. On the contrary, he thinks that dreams are chaotic and illogical. During the day, his logic will rule his cognition, but whenever he closes his eyes, everything will no longer be controlled, just as the moment he loses consciousness, he will not know what he will dream of next.

Starry sky, endless starry sky. Numerous shimmers flashed overhead, and the distant sky vaguely outlined a bright galaxy. Only in summer will there be such a night sky. The crickets cried in the ears, and the cool wind around the body corroborated this. It was a sunny summer night.

So where is this?

Lin Xun looked around in a trance. He seemed to be on a roof. He looked down, and his eyes just saw an open window. When his eyes touched there, his thoughts became more chaotic and blurred, as if looking down on the entire room.

This is where the furnishings are exquisite. There is a very soft bed in the middle of the room. The white sheets and quilts are spotless. There will be mosquitoes in the summer evening, so this bed is also hung with snow-white mosquito nets. The corner of the mosquito net is in the wind, shaking gently under the moonlight, like yarn or flowing mist.

This was not the environment Lin Xun was familiar with. He looked aside and saw a wall with a bookcase on the floor. The bookcase was filled with books with obscure names, mostly related to literature, sculpture and painting. On the other side, on the far right side of the wall opposite the bed, is a dressing table-the dressing mirror and dressing chair are as clean as possible. A beautiful comb and bottles and pots are placed in front of the dressing table. Hair ties, brooches, necklaces and other jewelry-a woman's room.

Suddenly there was a sound in his ear.

"This year is the ninth year."

A nice voice.

Suddenly, an unspeakable electric current spread throughout his body, as if for a moment all the blood flowing into his body became cold water. Lin Xun was an agitator and clearly remembered everything-the collar, when the collar gave a signal, it means that you are now entering a stable and continuous dream. And his cognition and thinking also regained brilliance in an instant, almost the same as when he was awake during the day.

He realized that he was sitting on the roof of a small building, how familiar was the surrounding scene, and was a small building where he lived with grandpa and Lin Ting when he was a child. And the window opposite...he had no impression strangely.

The character in the dream seems to be himself. He has a wonderful feeling that he can control this person as easily as he can, but he didn't do it, allowing himself to move freely in the dream.

So he turned to look at his side-there was still a person sitting beside him.

A 14- to 15-year-old boy with long, black, soft and beautiful hair seems to have just washed it, because Lin Xun smelled a good smell of lemon, which was his favorite bottle of shampoo before, but went to high school Later, this shampoo was discontinued. Lin Xun continued to observe that the man was wearing a very loose white T-shirt, and it seemed that the whole person was very thin, thin, soft and well-behaved.

But when he saw this person's facial features-

Exquisite facial features, at first glance will make people think that they are girls, but it will not be in the next second, because there is a subtle sharpness in the exquisiteness, like cats hidden in the grass, although they are very lazy , But has sharp teeth and claw tips.

Looking at such facial features, Lin Xun was able to trace exactly what he was like ten years later, because he recognized that this person was undoubtedly Dongjun.

But his inner activities did not affect his movements in the dream.

Lin Xun in the dream spoke to a beautiful friend who was 14 or 5 years old, and his tone was brisk: "Then we have known each other for nine years."

"Well." His friend was still watching the half-open window. Under the moonlight, the snow-white room looked like a quiet hall.

Lin Xun asked: "Are you thinking of her?"

He shook his head: "No."

Lin Xun: "Although I haven't seen my mother, I still miss her sometimes, and I feel very sad when I was young."

The tone of the people beside him was calm, like a person without emotion: "I haven't been sad because of her."

"But you never mentioned her to me, I thought you didn't want to talk." Lin Xun held his cheek: "So I didn't dare to ask you how she died... they didn't tell me."

"She committed suicide." The people around her replied: "That day she asked me to practice the piano, and then called my father, saying she missed him and let him go home faster. Then, when my father came home, she had died."

Lin Xun: "Why do you commit suicide?"

The man withdrew his gaze from the room and turned to look up at the starry sky. His silhouette was silent in the night: "Because my father can't leave her, she is not allowed to go out. Or because of me, he thinks my mother has separated Some love for me, so she is not allowed to contact me."

Lin Xun leaned closer to him and leaned against him. He thought they were like two small animals together.

But one thing made him very dissatisfied.

"Why do you watch the stars all the time?" He whispered a bit like a coquettish voice: "I've seen you for a long time."

Dongjun looked back at him, with a gentle and playful smile in his eyes. He responded to him with a tone of coquettishness: "If I keep watching you, I will also want to lock you up."

Lin Xun was amused by him, he touched his shoulder: "Don't shut me down, I won't want you again."

"However," he said again, "if you really shut me down, I won't call the police."

Dongjun looked at him for five seconds, his eyes serious, and he seemed to be really thinking about the possibility of shutting him up.

"If I hadn't kept you," he said, "you will never commit suicide, and will you stay with me forever?"

Lin Xun thought carefully for five seconds, and then said: "Of course I will be with you forever."

"Really?" Dong Jun frowned. "She also liked my father before, but the people she liked when she was young may not like it in the future."

"I don't think so." Lin Xun looked up at the stars: "For example, when I was five or six years old, my grandfather taught me to write code and do math problems. At that time, I thought that I might be with these things in my life. So analogy Inference, friends you like when you are five or six years old will not be separated in the future."

Then he turned his head: "But why do you always use your mother and father to compare me with you tonight? I find it a bit strange."

Dong Jun suddenly approached him gently, Lin Xun didn't move, maybe it was out of confusion, or perhaps the visual impact was great when the good-looking face gradually approached, he remained still until the beautiful friend was on his left cheek Kissing gently, the dragonfly separated like water, and then looked at him quietly.

Lin Xun thought for three seconds.

Three seconds later, he leaned in and kissed the man on the left cheek.

Dongjun raised his eyebrows and smiled softly.

Lin Xun suddenly felt that his cheeks were a little hot, but he didn't care, and he wasn't a boy or a girl. There was nothing shy about kissing. He took Dongjun back and lay down, lying side by side on the roof to watch the stars.

Watching the stars sometimes requires some abstract spatial capabilities. He can recognize many constellations. Lyra is in the northeast and Virgo is in the southwest. Their position changes forever with the change of time throughout the year, but the position of the North Star is always the same.

As he stared at the shining Polaris, the whole world suddenly lightened, like floating, Lin Xun saw that everything in the distance was blurred, and the breathing of the people around him gradually became lighter, as if the dream was about to end.

He didn't control himself in his dreams from beginning to end. He might feel that the young man's time should not be disturbed. But at the moment when he was about to wake up, he sank, sinking into Lin Xun, a 14-year-old body, looking at Dongjun and asking him, "Will you really shut me up?"

Dongjun looked at him sideways, and there seemed to be a surprised look in his eyes, as if he didn't expect him to ask such a question. Immediately, he smiled, clear and soft like a firefly in summer night.

"Although I am a bit like him," he said, "but you can go where you want to go."

Lin Xun looked at him for a long time, and then looked at all the fragments of fireflies in front of him, which were blown up by the evening wind and fluttered down on the place. The world in front of him was black and calm.

He sat up from bed at four in the morning.

Maybe it was late at night, maybe it was a big dream, he was very calm now, and he was completely free of the tension and anxiety before he fell asleep.

He took out his mobile phone and slowly entered a string of numbers.

Dongjun ripped off the paper.

But, it's really nothing, it doesn't matter if it's shredded.

What he has seen never needs to be distracted to remember—especially numbers, which will be remembered at a glance.

He sent a text message.

"let's talk?"