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At noon on March 14, 2093, two men stayed on the Old River Bridge for an hour and seventeen minutes. One of the men said that money was tight recently and suggested that he should spend some money. The other man readily agreed. At four o'clock in the afternoon In fifty minutes, their video account "14th Cone Falling Incident" was successfully registered on the Internet.

They talked a lot that day, about the Internet ecology, about the market, about creative principles, and about the future. This is just a rambling conversation between two high school students. Like all dispensable conversations in life, their purpose is not to solve the problem, but to confirm the tacit understanding of each other's friendship so that they don't seem so alone.

In the end, Lu Zhengkang said: "It doesn't matter whether you make money or not. This video account can at least record our life. Record the track of our youth. No matter where you go in the future, at least these videos will prove this friendship."

"Don't be sensational." Zhang Yingxuan looked unnatural.

"It's okay, you can cry if you want to, I understand."

Of course Henry Zhang didn’t cry, he just smiled.

When school started on Monday, Zhang Yingxuan brought a video camera to the school. Lu Zhengkang sorted out a club application form and prepared to submit it to the head teacher. They want to build a community and use community life as the main source of channel content.

There are not many clubs in Yonghang No. 1 Middle School, and Chinese middle schools do not have a mature club culture, but compared with the beginning of the century, schools in this era are still more interesting. Students have greater autonomy after class, and student associations, as a part of quality education, have received preferential treatment from school management.

Clubs can apply for special activity rooms, club members can control the time of self-study classes, and there are some miscellaneous benefits. In short, most students will choose to join a club.

There are not many students in their class who have not joined the club, but to establish a club, at least five people are needed.

Among the two roommates, Zhou Xiuhe, who is boring, has long joined the animation club and refuses to change his family no matter what. The creative woodworking agency where the little fat man Zou Xiagu works is on the verge of bankruptcy, and it's time to find another good wood. Zhang Yingxuan talked with Zou Xiagu earnestly, while Lu Zhengkang lifted the dumbbell with a half-smile, Zou Xiagu really wanted to shout out, people in Jianghu are brave and brave, and they are not afraid of you crooked threats and lures! But in the end, he was bought by a hot pot, endured the humiliation, abandoned the carpentry club, and switched to Juyitang.

"There are still two more." Zhang Yingxuan asked the class monitor for a list of students who did not join the club. "They are all the kings of papers, so it is impossible for them to come."

Lu Zhengkang shook his head, "There is still one person not included in the list."

"The one who transferred?"

"Yes. She and Jiang Jin, you just need to convince them. You choose one."

Zhang Yingxuan's expression was as uncomfortable as if there were bugs crawling in his trouser legs, "Can I not choose? Let Zou go, and you will be in charge of another one. There is no need for me to play, right?"

"You know that you are the head of the club, right? If you know, stop talking nonsense and choose one."

"I choose, uh, Jiang Jin."

Lu Zhengkang nodded, at least Jiang Jin was familiar with them, but the transfer student was really... too bizarre, those coincidences made them afraid to get close.

Ever since Qiu Qiongzhu transferred to another school and took up the window seat in the back row, every time Lu Zhengkang saw her, he would have a strange sense of déjà vu. Especially when he saw the afternoon sun falling on her desk and cheeks, it suddenly gave him the illusion that "this person is probably the protagonist of the anime".

"Hello, are you interested in joining the club?" Lu Zhengkang put on an enthusiastic face of a salesman.

"What club?" Qiu Qiongzhu's voice was a little hoarse, she was clearly a female high school student, but her voice sounded like a mature and world-weary woman. She always looks listless, and her palm-colored eyes are like glass beads hidden in a box, with a dusty texture, and her loose expression is even more inhumane. This short-haired girl looks beautiful and heroic, but she doesn't have the slightest youthful breath.

Lu Zhengkang straddled the empty chair in front of her, leaning on the back of the chair with both hands, with an optimistic smile all over his face, "Our club plays music, and we will hold a music festival at school .”

"Sounds boring. I'm not doing it."

"Then what club do you want to join?"

Qiu Qiongzhu squinted her eyes like a dozing cat—her habitual movement always reminded Lu Zhengkang of Qiu Qiongzhu in kindergarten, with the same demeanor.

"I hope to join a society that studies the phenomenon of love between contemporary Internet users and virtual intelligence."

Lu Zhengkang immediately made a decision, "That's great, this is what our club does! I even thought of a name, how about calling it 'Love, Death and Robots'!"

Qiu Qiongzhu was overjoyed. She narrowed her eyes and looked at Lu Zhengkang for a while, then nodded very casually, agreeing.

On the other side, Zhang Yingxuan approached Jiang Jin, "So what, is the community interested in learning more about it?" He looked nervous, as if he was inviting the seniors from Jianghu to work as security guards in their local bodyguard agency. How can you be interested in mundane things?

"Not interested." Sure enough, Jiang Jin quickly refused.

"Okay, don't bother me anymore." Zhang Yingxuan felt relieved and turned to leave.

Jiang Jin suddenly stopped him, "What does your club do?"

"Not ready yet."

"Who else is in the club?"

Zhang Yingxuan reported a few names.

Jiang Jin thought about it, then nodded, "Okay then, I'll participate."

After the number of people is gathered, the establishment of a club has to be approved by the school and the Ministry of Education. Zhang Yingxuan and Lu Zhengkang attended various meetings to learn the management rules of the club. Once again, the application was finally successful.

This small club of five people has an official name called the Artificial Intelligence Research Club, also known as the Love Crash Squad. The club's activity location is Room 315 on the third floor of the No. 4 Complex Building in the North District, and there are regular meetings three times a week. On the day the club application was successful, everyone got together and took a photo.

Zhang Yingxuan stood in the middle with a serious face, with a tall and straight posture, like a short ash in the center of the picture.

On his left is Zou Xiagu who is pretending to be melancholy with his hands in his pockets, but in fact his mind is full of what to order for hot pot tonight.

On the right is Jiang Jin, who is petite, with a cautious posture, her hands folded in front of her body, and her gaze is fixed on the camera, which is in line with everyone's impression of her.

Beside Zou Xiagu is Qiu Qiongzhu, who is facing the camera with scissors hands. She is still chewing gum, showing a lazy and mysterious smile.

Lu Zhengkang was on Jiang Jin's right. He raised his thumb to his ear, widened his eyes, and made a Mr. Bean grimace, which contrasted sharply with Jiang Jin's seriousness.

Five people used self-study classes and after-school time to decorate Room 315. Everyone discussed the decoration and office layout together, and worked together. Zou Xiagu invited friends from the carpentry club to help make several sets of tables and chairs. Lu Zhengkang was responsible for pasting wallpaper, drawing art paintings, and customizing club posters. Zhang Yingxuan purchased five sets of office equipment. Qiu Qiongzhu and Jiang Jin each purchased miscellaneous supplies to help Do odd jobs. This group of students is very busy every day, but their smiles do not diminish. The process of arranging the activity room has the warmth and excitement of building a home.

They have recorded the work of establishing the community, and then edited it into a video and posted it on the Internet. After a few days, there were hundreds of hits and one or two robot comments. Zhang Yingxuan was encouraged by these unnutritive comments.

Speaking of which, Lu Zhengkang's original plan was to ask Zhang Yingxuan to take the lead in preparing a campus music festival, and then everyone would form a band to perform on stage, make a video of the content and upload it to the Internet, telling the story of how a group of high school students became campus stars. With a certain script, lines, and proper editing, it will definitely attract a group of audiences.

But as Qiu Qiongzhu said, this is too boring and not **** enough. Now the main attack direction of their association has also changed their thinking. Zhang Yingxuan didn't like topics like artificial intelligence very much, but he still accepted the status quo. Lu Zhengkang didn't like it either, and he didn't object either. The other members were quite enthusiastic about researching artificial intelligence, which was a good thing.

Tuesday afternoon, April 7. In the newly decorated Room 315, the Love Crash team is having its first official meeting to discuss the direction of the club's next activities.

Jiang Jin proposed to raise funds to rent an AI, and then make an electronic application that integrates assisted learning and electronic pet functions. This kind of software has already been proven by the market, and the production threshold is not very high. At that time, it can be promoted on campus, regardless of whether it makes money or not, it is no problem to make it a research-oriented topic.

"No need to rent, I have something ready-made." Lu Zhengkang raised his hand.

"Where did you get it?" Qiu Qiongzhu was very interested.

"I wrote it myself." Lu Zhengkang said with a flat expression, "When I was in junior high school, I studied intelligent algorithms."

Zou Xiagu let out a wow, and rushed forward to hug Lu Zhengkang's thigh, "Brother, can you take care of my brother?"

"Yes, but I would like to see my brother experience severe beatings in society." Lu Zhengkang smiled maliciously.

The little fat man walked away from Lu Zhengkang with a look of disgust.

Jiang Jin pursed her lips, as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't say anything.

With ready-made AI, everyone's ideas will be more open. Zou Xiagu suggested that it is also a good way to use AI to create virtual characters and conduct live broadcasts. It is a social experiment to see if the virtual idols made by a group of students can become popular on the Internet.

Lu Zhengkang continued, "Isn't there the personality memory construction technology? Let's build a virtual memory and let the AI ​​study it deeply to create a virtual agent that fits our image."

As soon as Qiu Qiongzhu clapped her hands, she was refreshed, "Interesting! It's equivalent to our copy in the virtual world, a shadow society! Cool!"

Everyone thought the idea was good, but Jiang Jin refused to participate. She still intends to carry out her plan.

Seeing the members of the club chatting enthusiastically, Jiang Jin maintained the cold demeanor of a worldly expert.

The love death team agreed to visit a technology company called Ciyi Read Disk on Saturday. This company is the only commercial organization capable of producing personality memory in Jiangsu and Zhejiang.

After school on Friday, Lu Zhengkang was going to pick up Su Xiangli as usual. As usual, they strolled along the street outside the South Gate, chatting about the school's story, Qiu Qiongzhu, Zhang Yingxuan, their past and their future.

"Lu Zhengkang." She called.

Lu Zhengkang turned to look at her.

The sparrows in spring are back, bringing back the refreshing and bright attire to Su Xiangli. After undoing her school uniform, she is wearing a neat spring outfit. Her upper body is a plain long-sleeved knitted turtleneck sweater and a beige hooded zipper jacket , the lower body is light blue chenille wide-leg pants, and a pair of bright yellow white-soled canvas shoes. The warm yet lively dress is most suitable for strolling in the deserted and clean urban area in spring.

Compared with the cold land in winter, the warming evening and the sunset are wonderful. She tied a gentle twist braid, her long black hair was soaked in the color of caramel in the golden glow of sunset, and her apricot-like eyes were full of nostalgia, "Lu Zhengkang, don't worry, even if the whole world leaves you , at least there is me."

When Lu Zhengkang heard this sentence, what popped out of his mind was an ancient love song. He smiled strangely, "You are gold, wood, water and fire."

"Bah, bah, bah!" Su Xiangli was upset, "You're not willing to listen, and I'm not willing to talk about it!"

"Tomorrow we have an event in our club. I think it's very interesting to make a digital memory and make it into a virtual character. Do you want to come together?"

"It doesn't sound very good." Su Xiangli shook his head, "The virtual characters are all fake."

"Tell me, if one day, for example, I get into a car accident, and leave a virtual memory, wouldn't it still be with you?"

"You got into a car accident, and I will be a widow for the rest of my life." Su Xiangli said viciously, "However, if I die earlier than you, you are not allowed to marry anyone else! I only allow you to like me alone!"

"Hey." Lu Zhengkang rubbed his arms, "Goosebumps are rising, it's good for the second grade."

Su Xiangli stopped suddenly, his eyes were red.

"What's the matter with you?"

"I forbid you to like others."

"good."

"I won't allow you to die before me."

"..." Lu Zhengkang finally understood that Su Xiangli was afraid. Although it was just young people's rambunctious chatter, she was still terrified by the imaginary future of tragedy, so he quickly hugged Su Xiangli in his arms and patted him gently. On her back, she began to say strange words to coax the child again, "Oh, oh, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, the little baby is the best."

Su Xiangli stretched out his hands and pinched the soft flesh under his ribs. This posture is like a sumo wrestler grabbing the opponent's loincloth. Lu Zhengkang gave a jolt, "The heroine has mercy."

"I'll go with you tomorrow." Su Xiangli muffled, "Come pick me up in the morning."

"Don't be lazy, my suggestion is to gather at the space orbit station."

"I want you to pick me up."

"Oh. All right."

"Stop moaning!"

Lu Zhengkang finally got impatient with such boring children's topics. He pulled Su Xiangli out of his arms, lowered his head and kissed her smooth and delicate forehead, high nose bridge, delicate nose tip, and soft lip pods. The red cheeks, and then lightly gnawed at the girl's delicate ears. The hot wind blew the fine fluff on the earlobes, and Su Xiangli froze, as if all the souls were blown by the wind to boundless boundaries. stratosphere.

In spring, young people full of artistic temperament come and go on the street outside the South Gate. Street cameras capture the scene of young men and women embracing each other passionately. Spectrum diagram. Then the full, majestic fireball was swallowed up by the cold, hard horizon of the city, and the last pale twilight lingered in the tearful eye sockets of the high school girl.

"I'm not afraid of life and death." Lu Zhengkang gently rubbed the cheeks of the young lover, "No matter where you go in the future, or what kind of life you encounter in life. Every day for the rest of your life, I wish you well in the morning, evening and evening."

Su Xiangli burst into tears and laughed, "Just like you, you still call me stupid? You are more stupid than me!"

Lu Zhengkang became furious, and suddenly put the hood on Su Xiangli, and tightened the rope, so that her hateful youthful face was covered, and her eyes that seemed sad and happy were blindfolded. Su Xiangli yelled in a muffled voice, but Lu Zhengkang could still hear clearly, what she said was: "You are dead!"

The next day, Lu Zhengkang endured the humiliation and squatted at the door of Su Xiangli's house early. Su Xiangli's mother, Yang Chun, went out to exercise, and she was accompanied by an intelligent robot that took out garbage. When she opened the door, she saw mushrooms growing on the side of the road. She took a closer look, oh, it turned out to be a male student in white clothes. Come closer. The back looks familiar.

Lu Zhengkang stared at the road, and a shadow appeared behind him. He turned his head to look, and immediately put on a very smiley face, "Hello, auntie!"

"It's you, wait here for Su Xiangli, come in." Yang Chun smiled on his aunt's face, she won't go to exercise now, she led Lu Zhengkang into the room, and then shouted upstairs: " Su Xiangli, your classmate is here!"

It was Lu Zhengkang's first visit to Su Xiangli's home, but to his surprise, the environment here made him feel familiar, and it was very similar to Su Xiangli's home in his imagination. He stretched out his hand to make a mold on the sofa cushion, oh, the remote control board is really here!

Su Xiangli was sleepy, and waved to Lu Zhengkang in the living room on the second floor.

While waiting for her to wash, Aunt Yang Chun directly served eighteen fruit plates to the guests. This enthusiastic attitude made Lu Zhengkang feel like sitting on pins and needles, and kept saying thank you, no, you are too polite. While feeding Yang Chun, he took up the posture of interrogating the prisoner and asked about Lu Zhengkang's life. After a while, Su Quanting, the head of the family, also came out. The belt was shiny, and Lu Zhengkang was terrified when he saw it. He felt that he was not visiting his girlfriend's house as a guest at this moment, but was going up to Weihu Mountain to fight slogans with a bunch of bandits.

"Little deer, eat some fruit, do you like lychees?"

"it is good."

"Come on, classmate, try this sweet-scented osmanthus cake. Auntie made it with her own hands. Sorry for the poor craftsmanship."

"Delicious, delicious."

"Oh, you don't look very well."

"The anti-cold wax, no, I'm distracted." Lu Zhengkang smiled, caught a glimpse of Su Xiangli haunting the stairs from the corner of his eyes, and quickly stood up, "Uncle and aunt, thank you for the hospitality, it's time to go."

"Be careful on the road." Aunt Yang smiled.

On the road, Su Xiangli laughed immediately.

Lu Zhengkang shrugged, "Just wait, you will come to my house in the future, and I want you to look good."

Su Xiangli made a face, "I'm not afraid!"

"Yes, yes, Miss Su is very hot." Lu Zhengkang yelled a few times in a strange way. Then along the way, Su Xiangli grabbed his sleeve and beat him severely.

Everyone agreed to meet at Siming Park Station on Air Rail Line 3, which is very close to Jiang Jin's home.

Jiang Jin lives in an old residential building with a very slow pace of life. Boring media people will call this living environment the most humane corner of Chinese cities. If she leaves here in the future, Jiang Jin will not miss it.

She always gets up early, and studies alone in the study on weekends, UU reading www. uukanshu.com turned off her portable electronic devices so as not to be disturbed. In this way, Lu Zhengkang's calls and emails to her were all lost.

The early morning sunshine in mid-spring was just right. Jiang Jin leaned over her desk to read, and a bright spot of the sun reflected on the e-book screen dazzled her. She looked up at the dilapidated and dusty building outside the window. There were a few children skipping rope on the opposite side, and a group of old ladies were exercising in the open space. The city The drone swarm passed under the clouds, and the empty track disappeared in the middle layer of the high-rise building. The excitement is someone else's and has nothing to do with her. There is nothing wrong with such a peaceful day.

Mom got up, pacing in the living room with her slippers on, pattering. She went to the bathroom, spit out sticky phlegm, coughed twice, and then played a video with someone, laughing and talking, and said some adult indecent words. After a while, my mother went out, probably to visit my father in a nursing home, as she mentioned yesterday. I'm going to visit my grandmother's house tonight, and I can have dinner there too.

She will not miss the steaming heat from the breakfast shop downstairs of the residents, the human touch of a slow life, the indifferent family and the noise of life.

"Jiang Jin!"

Indistinct shouts came from downstairs, distorted and blurred like a strange whistling.

"Jiang-jin! I miss you-ah yo!"

"Jiang Jin!"

Jiang Jin leaned out and pushed open the window. A group of young people downstairs were fighting and beckoning, waving at her.

"Come down!" Lu Zhengkang shouted, and there was a girl with long hair on his back, strangled his neck.

Zhang Yingxuan waved his arms, and Zou Xiagu yelled: "Jiang-Jin-I miss you too-"

Jiang Jin put on her coat, took the elevator and went downstairs quickly, joining the small crowd.

She doesn't miss the tired environment of the past, but she does miss the renovation of Room 315.