C Language Cultivation

“If…” Lin Xun looked at Dong Jun: “If you had a good dream. Do you want to wake up, or do you want to continue?”

Dongjun opened his eyes. His pupils are black. The dark pupils are like a deep pool in the middle of the forest at night. The surface of his eyes reflects the lights in the car, like the reflection of stars on the water. The deep pools, lakes, and rivers at night have some kind of mysterious magic power. There is never a shortage of exhausted night shift drivers in the world who have drifted out of their direction due to trance and confusion, heading into the water.

He asked, “What is this question?”

Lin Xun: “Well… personality test?”

Dongjun seemed to think about it seriously.

After a minute, he replied: “I’ll probably wait for it to wake up naturally.”

Lin Xun: “Why?”

Dongjun: “Why do you ask why it does not meet your presupposition?”

“No,” Lin Xun shook his head, thinking for a while, and said: “A dream has a time to wake up, so no matter how good it is, it will make no sense. I would like to wake up immediately and face reality.”

Dongjun slowly hooked his lips, and when the man smiled, he was as soft as a spring breeze. Just listen to his slow voice: “What if reality is bad?”

Lin Xun: “That should wake up even more, so that you have more time to deal with the very bad situations in reality.”

Dongjun’s hand holding his wrist was loosened, slowly moving upward along the line of his arm, and finally stopped on his side face, touching it lightly, sketching the outline of his jaw. He looked at him for a long time without talking.

It wasn’t until Lin Xun blinked doubtfully that he heard Dongjun saying: “What if reality is so bad that it can’t be dealt with in any way?”

Lin Xun was asked by him.

After thinking for a long time, he said: “However, no matter how bad it is, we still have to wake up sooner or later.”

“Well.” Dongjun’s voice had a nasal voice: “So while I continued to dream, I was also prepared to accept reality.”

“Although it’s reasonable,” Lin Xun said, “but it’s not like you.”

Dongjun laughed again.

He asked, “Should I choose to wake up immediately?”

Lin Xun: “Well.”

Dongjun put his hand on his lips and kissed gently: “You have to allow special circumstances, baby.”

Lin Xun bit his lip for a long time and said, “Okay.”

He looked at Dongjun and suddenly said: “…I like you so much.”

“Thank you.” Dongjun pulled him down and kissed his lips: “I like baby too.”

Lin Xun was coaxed by the “baby” from the male **** to numb his scalp, and he was kissed by eight and eight elements. When he woke up, the buttons were unbuttoned three more.

“I can’t do it anymore,” he hummed weakly against his male god’s chest: “I won’t be able to go back.”

His male god’s answer was sentimental: “You can.”

Lin Xun: “?”

Facts have proved that this man is right, except that his mental state is erratic, there is no major discomfort in the body, or, to put it another way, this man knows how to make him pay the least amount of physical strength.

But he couldn’t bear it in the end and whispered: “You… tap. Tomorrow… I will return tomorrow.”

Dongjun: “If not to return?”

Lin Xun couldn’t breathe, and said something intermittently: “Tomorrow…the day after tomorrow, if you don’t come back, really.”

Dongjun: “Do you want to return the day after tomorrow?”

This person cannot communicate, really.

He then stayed in the car for a long time, too long to remember the time, and when it was finally over, Wang Jingan had already sent a crazy message in the group asking if he was dragged away by the monster.

Lin Xun replied: Maybe.

Wang Safety: How do we fish you?

Lin Algorithm: No, I took myself out.

It was fished out-he thought Dongjun should be full too. Then there were no more moths. He sorted out his clothes again and pulled the door open.

In the next moment, Luo Luo sounded a reminder that there was rain on the ground, please pay attention to travel.

Dongjun took the umbrella from the car and said, “I will send you.”

As soon as I walked out of the underground garage, I heard the sound of rain outside. The sky was dark and gloomy, and the rain was like a rainstorm. Dongjun covered the two of them with a black umbrella. Because of the heavy rain, everyone around was in a hurry, and no one noticed them.

Lin Xun followed his memory to find his car-they came early, and the car stopped in the ground area.

He knocked on the car glass.

As the window slides down, Wang Jianjian looks impatient. At first glance, he just swears because of his late arrival and opens his mouth: “You…”

Before he had finished speaking, he turned around and saw Dongjun, who was miserable.

Lin Xun avoided a scolding, sat happily in the car, and said goodbye to Dongjun.

Dongjun said to him: “See you tomorrow.”

Lin Xun responded to him, the car started slowly, driving into the rain curtain in front of him, Lin Xun turned around and looked out from the rear window of the car. The shadow disappeared in the gray rain and mist between heaven and earth.

Lin Xun sat back, and he seemed to fall down suddenly. He picked up his phone, clicked on the memo, and added two lines after a string of dates and times.

6.11, Tuesday. Appear: 10am, leave: 4pm.

The architecture came together, took the phone, and asked, “Algorithm, have you been to MO recently? I found a good thing.”

But Lin Xun was trapped in endless mental calculations. Even if he heard what he said, he did not have the leeway to reflect it. He asked perfunctoryly, “What?”

The architecture was not very satisfied immediately, and looked at his mobile phone screen: “What are you doing?”

Lin Xun: “Calculate something, give me a tablet.”

The architecture brought him the tablet from the back, Lin Xun opened the pen, and wrote and painted on it. When it was full, he changed pages and started writing again.

The architecture is still expressing his doubts: “Are you counting time?”

“You don’t know it.” Safety said lazily in front of him: “The algorithm is a little pervert, and every time I meet and leave with Dongjun, I must write it down. I don’t know what he is doing. They are in love People are very strange, a little ritual.”

Architecture: “Really, I think the algorithm doesn’t do such boring things.”

Shrug safely.

Their conversation didn’t affect Lin Xun’s movements. His nib paused on the flat screen for a long time, and then said: “I met Dongjun for the first time…how long did I meet?”

Architect said: “More than an hour, then you get 200,000.”

Lin Xun began to write.

on Saturday. Appear: 8pm, leave: 10pm.

“Wrong,” said architecture: “You arrived at the Galaxy at two o’clock that day and came out at four o’clock.”

Lin Xun didn’t speak for a long time, and he didn’t say until two minutes later: “Yes.”

Architecture: “?”

Lin Xun leaned on the back of the chair, and he felt his forehead cool, maybe there was cold sweat oozing out there. Suddenly, the whole person shivered and his hands and feet were cold.

The architecture frowned: “What’s wrong with you?”

Lin Xun shook his head: “No…I…”

He is speechless, and people will be speechless for a while when facing major changes.

A dreamer, while he was trapped in a beautiful dream, was also prepared to face and accept reality the day he woke up. But what is the reality? Is it really acceptable?

he does not know.

really do not know.

Architecture: “Are you upset?”

“Who annoyed our algorithm?” Wang Jingjian’s voice raised loudly: “Man can’t be trusted, really, algorithm. Only we can be trusted.”

Lin Xun Liangliang said: “You changed your gender?”

“When I say’man’, the subtext is’you man’, not a male in the biological sense.” Wang Jingjian threw something back: “Well, it’s for you. Look, I don’t even play Will forget to buy you a gift.”

Lin Xun caught: “This is the first boring thing?”

It is safe to mention that although the automatic cat raising machine is boring, it can only be ranked second in today’s pre-selection, and there is another one that can be ranked first.

He opened the flat box and found that there was one in it—a collar.

Lin Xun: “?”

He asked: “How does this work? Does the dog collar automatically?”

Safety: “Wear your neck.”

Lin Xun: “My neck?”

“That’s not the case.” Safely said: “Human use, not dog use. You put it on first, give me the phone, I will activate it for you.”

Lin Xun took it out of the box, a collar about **** wide, very thin, black all over, with a silver buckle. The whole is soft and smooth rubber material, and most wearable electronic devices use this material.

He unbuttoned the first button of the shirt-these buttons have been overused today, but now they have to be used again.

After putting this on, he took out his phone and took a photo of himself on the extinguished screen. The black collar and the lock-like silver buckle looming in the neckline of the white shirt are not what it meant.

“What do you mean, safe.” He asked.

Security seems puzzled: “What do you mean?”

“Why is this thing so…” Lin Xun touched it, pondering the words: “So erotic?”

Wang Safe turned his head: “What the **** are you talking about?”

He held up Lin Xun’s mobile phone, let him see the interface above, said: “Sleep assistant! Sleep! You, you, this…”

He seemed to be suffocated by Lin Xun.

Zhao Jianjiu patted him on the shoulder: “Don’t be angry, the child grows up.”

“No. Is his association normal?” Wang Jingan was angry. “Lin algorithm, what are you doing all the time? You were not like this before.”

“I’m sorry.” Lin Xun stood on his knees and admits his mistake: “I’m sorry, brother, I’ll say 100,000 excuses to you, sorry.”

He really didn’t deliberately misinterpret, nor did he take the initiative to browse any inappropriate information, but Dongjun strangled his neck with a tie of the same color…just.

He said seriously: “So this sleep assistant, what does it do?”

Wang Safe didn’t have a good airway: “Monitor sleep status.”

Lin Xun: “That’s it?”

“The main function is particularly boring,” Wang Jingdao said: “Do you know that people will dream?”

Lin Xun: “I know.”

Wang Safety: “When you dream, you don’t know that you are dreaming, or that your consciousness is vague, but the role of this collar is to make you wake up in your dream.”

Lin Xun repeated: “Wake up in a dream?”

“That is, you are still in a dream, but you know that you are dreaming, and may be able to control your dreams-because the content of the dream is originally determined by your brain. Once you can control the dream, you can put the nightmare Become a good dream, take the initiative to dream of the male goddess, or explore your dreams or something.” Saying that, Wang Jingjian pressed an option. Suddenly, some kind of indescribable current or other fluctuations quickly rushed along the nerves to Lin Xun’s Tianling cover, as if cold water was quickly injected into the blood vessel, giving him a shock.

Lin Xun: “Wow.”

Wang Jingdao said: “This is the feeling. When the collar detects that you are dreaming steadily, it will release this signal to remind you, and then it will depend on your character.”

After all, he shrugged: “Look, they are really ghosts in developing boring features.”

Lin Xun suddenly looked motionless at Wang Jianjing.

Wang safety raised an eyebrow.

“Dad,” Lin Xun said: “You are my dear father from today.”