romantic love

The ward fell silent.

I didn't speak, neither did Liang Run, he still had the winning look in his hand, smiling politely and looking at me lovingly.

I slowly lay back on the bed, raised my head, and saw the soft rubber tubes hanging on one side. These rubber tubes connected the culture chamber, the computer and my brain, forming a closed loop, enclosing a false and romantic period. love.

Similar to it, all this absurd, hateful, and unrealistic-sounding, finally justified itself and became a trap in front of my eyes.

It is impossible for me to comply with Liang Run's request, but I know that without me, he still has Wang Xuyan, Zhang Xuyan, and Li Xuyan, and there is not much time left, which is enough for him to write and direct more stories similar to mine.

I subconsciously shifted my gaze to Sangsang, who was still standing straight and quietly in a place not far away, his eyes were slightly covered by fine hair, and he still looked so cold.

My Angel never looked at me like that.

I just felt a stabbing pain in my heart.

"What's your answer?" Liang Run's voice interrupted my thoughts, and he put the metal ring he was playing with on the head of my bed.

I stared at the glowing circle for a while, and answered irrelevant questions: "You are worried that it will get out of control, so you need to use me to control it."

He paused, then smiled: "The response is very fast."

I just suddenly remembered what Lin Lu said when he introduced Sangsang in that half-truth and half-false memory. He said: It lacks all the abilities that normal people should have, including language, pain, and sense of security. At the same time, it has no emotions. No matter what kind of memory, it can't make it have "love" for her husband.

This description is very strange for An Qi, but it couldn't be more suitable for a humanoid weapon.

"Its ability far exceeds your expectations. You are worried about losing control of it, and you are not willing to destroy this masterpiece. You don't want to put the collar directly around his neck. So just imagine controlling the female, using false memories to make it Love me, be attached to me, treat me as the whole of its life, and then use me to control it through this bracelet." I said firmly, "But why do you do this? Why don't you just wipe out its personal consciousness to ensure nothing goes wrong? In addition, why do you think this love memory can work? Since your previous attempts have failed to make it dependent on your husband, why do you think I am special?"

"We really hope that SUN will always be a cold and precise tool like an electronic computer." Liang Run spread his hands, "But it turns out that he is a living creature with flesh and blood. As early as a few years ago, we discovered that his brain will Respond to certain stimuli—such as your speech."

"My speech?"

"That was your first speech when you were a student. It was very exciting," he smiled. "It's also immature, but it's more vibrant, youthful and vivid."

"I remember." I said slowly, of course I remember, it was this speech that made me a student of Liang Run.

"Actually, I am not the one who chose you." He saw through my mind and said calmly, "The reason why I chose you is because after hearing your speech, SUN experienced amazing mental fluctuations—you know its mental state. How does the fluctuation value change? Under normal circumstances, its mental fluctuation value is always 0, because it does not have human emotions, so the mental fluctuation is only between 'yes' and 'no', and the value will not increase steadily , tends to be like a water pump, which suddenly increases to a critical value and then suddenly falls back to the original point. And when you are giving a speech, all the measuring instruments send out alarm signals for a moment."

I moved slightly in my heart: "Since then, have you made such an arrangement?"

"On the one hand, there is an extra gun that speaks for females, and on the other hand, there is a tool to restrain SUN, why not do it?" He sighed, "Actually, I hesitated before. Preface, you worked hard and worked hard. , talented, caring, always kind and introverted, serious and honest, if there is another choice, I will consider changing the candidate. But unfortunately, SUN has no response to the love script where the protagonist is someone else, and only you appear in front of it Its state will only slightly change when it is

"So, even if I choose the second path, you will still implant that memory into it, and then use me to contain it, but the person in the female position becomes me—this choice is meaningless at all."

"I never trade at a loss." Liang Run nodded, "There will be no difference in the ending, but you can choose to be a male or a female, to remember or to forget. Of course, another possibility cannot be ruled out. If the memory still doesn't respond, then all this will be overturned."

"If it still doesn't respond, you will kill me and make the only thing in this world that can affect it disappear."

"Maybe so." He was noncommittal, "But we don't want such a thing to happen. First, I don't want to lose an outstanding student. Second, without the rope in the palm of my hand, SUN will still be a time bomb that explodes at any time."

I sneered.

Before today, I never knew he was such a shrewd businessman.

How stupid I am to regard him as a scholar. He clearly lacks one of the most important things as a scholar, or even as a person.He will never believe that there should be a higher pursuit on the balance of interests, and there should be a yardstick that needs to be firmly held even if the society stagnates and wealth reverses.

If there were two railroad tracks, I have no doubt that he would drive to [-], or even [-] children instead of Einstein when the train was out of control. He could speak out hundreds of theories to support his choice, and Makes me bow to his impeccable thoughtfulness as I have done in countless debates.

But just because I understand his logic doesn't mean I agree with his style.

I will never follow his pace. As an insider, I have almost played too badly in this game. At this last step, when everything is irreparable, what I can do and what I must insist on is No compromise.

Never compromise.

"I need some time to think about it." I said to Liang Run.

"Of course." He agreed almost immediately. "Need to make room for you?"

I nodded: "I still want it."

Liang Run was stunned for a moment, but he didn't object, and even smiled teasingly: "Indeed, you can choose to inspect the goods. I'll give you 15 minutes, and I'll turn off the surveillance in the room. You can do whatever you want."

"Aren't you afraid that I will induce it to get out of control?"

"Of course I'm afraid." He pressed a button on the side, and the figure of the fairy godmother suddenly appeared on the white ceiling.

The fairy godmother holds three green stars in her hands.

"As long as there is a slight fluctuation in SUN's spirit, and the fluctuation value increases sharply, these stars will immediately turn red, and the alarm will sound. Once the alarm sounds..." Liang Run exited the door and closed the door slowly, "You There is no longer a choice.”

After Liang Run left, deathly silence enveloped the pale ward again.

His departure seemed to raise the air pressure, and I felt my breathing become easier.

The "SUN" in his mouth is standing quietly on the side, like a sculpture.

I suddenly covered my eyes with my arms.

The astringency accumulated for a long time rushed to the tip of my eyes and nose, I closed my eyes, pressed my eyes, and sobbed hard.

Only one sound, and I only have time for this one sound.

Ten seconds later, I let go, wiped away the tide from the corners of my eyes, and said calmly, "Can you come here?"

The plain figure walked up to my eyes. From a close distance, his whole body was like a flawless white jade, every inch of his skin seemed to be carefully polished, crystal white and icy cold to the bone.

His perfection is exactly the same as that in my memory, except that he lacks a bit of aura. After all, the jade statue can't laugh, act like a baby, and can't call me "Brother Meng".

Liang Run said that the statue responded to my speech.

I want to take a gamble.

"I heard from Teacher Liang that you liked my lectures in college very much." I quietly changed the concept, "If time permits, I would very much like to repeat it to you word by word, but now we only have 15 minutes. "

He didn't respond.

I resisted my frustration and continued: "But as a compensation, I can tell you a story, a story about me, and maybe a story about you. For yourself, please remember every word I say next -"

I gently held his cold palm: "Soon after, you will have a dream about a person named Meng Liang..."

I paused, swallowing the lump in my throat before the story began.

Nobody knows what I'm doing right now better than I do.

Liang Run never imagined that before studying romantic love, I had devoted a lot of energy to another topic.

That subject is called fading of love.

The fading of love is often manifested as a process of disenchantment. The insider will always regard himself as a mermaid princess and the other party as a young king. However, in the eyes of outsiders, this is just a cliche story of "she loves him, and he loves her by mistake".Similarly, when someone in love gradually lifts the veil of the love story and the love object due to the passage of time and the accumulation of experience, all of this will fall from the clouds to the bottom, and the greetings will turn into bits and pieces, and mutual complaints will change. Cheng moaned without illness, the parties went from the inside to the outside, and the romantic love naturally fell apart.

In short, when a romantic story loses its freshness, people stop crying.

And that's my task in these 15 minutes.

I want to figure out a way in these 15 minutes, let it hear this story, let it listen to this story over and over again, even if it forgets, I want this story to become a cliché script in its subconscious, so that it is implanted in it False memories in the brain will more or less lose their original appeal.

I don't want any of the two choices Liang Run gave me.

I would rather kill myself.

I pinched my palm fiercely, and continued:

"You will dream of a man named Meng Liang. He is the first person to ask you if you are cold."

"He is the only person in the world who treats you well. He treats you as an equal person. He likes to hug you, dress you up, take you out for shopping, and buy you beautiful clothes and jewelry from the ruins of your home; I rely on you very much, take care of you endlessly, even if I hurt myself, I am not willing to leave a little scar on your body."

"You have become a legal partner. Even so, he is not willing to be controlled by primitive desires. He wants to fall in love with you freely, choose the time to sleep with you freely, and choose whether to raise children according to his own wishes. He can't wait to satisfy all your wishes, he can't wait to pluck all the stars from the sky for you... because he loves you sincerely."

"He is always so stupid, always stepping into all kinds of traps, but he will never use you, he knows you are powerful, but the more he knows you are powerful, the more he loves you, the more he can't be treated by others The way you treat you, only in his eyes, you will never be a bait, a female or a tool, you are Angel as beautiful as an angel."

"He loves you." I turned my head away, and quickly turned back, "You love him too, you will call him 'Brother Meng', treat him like a baby, you will dance with him in a small skirt, and you will fall in the night After making love to him, you protect him, redeem him, understand him, respond to his feelings, fulfill his wishes, and the love between you is romantic and flawless.”

"But you have to know, this is fake, it's a memory planted in your mind by someone else." I grabbed its finger firmly, trying to arouse its consciousness in this way, "He's fake, Meng Liang It’s a lie. On the land under your feet, there has never been a person named Meng Liang. No one loves you, no one is afraid of your cold, no one loves you, maybe there will be in the future, but he is not Meng Liang, He has to rely on you to find it by yourself. On the premise of not being dominated by false memories, break out of this cage and find it by yourself-it will be very tiring, but that is truly free, romantic, and perfect love. Not a false memory written in code."

"...Did you hear what I said?" I looked up at him with sore eyes.

My thoughts are already in a mess, and what I just said just broke my heart. I believe that as long as there is a slight change in his expression, I can't help but hug him tightly and say: love Your Mengliang exists.

Fortunately or unfortunately, he didn't.

I adjusted my mood and spoke again: "In the near future, you will have a dream..."

"You will dream that you become an Angel named Sangsang. After being trafficked and returned, you meet a man named Meng Liang. He loves you, respects you, and you understand him and protect him... "

"...But these are all lies. You can't believe those false stories. You have to believe that you are beautiful and strong enough, and you are capable enough to escape from here and pursue your own freedom."

……

"In the near future, you may have a dream. In the dream, there is a protagonist named Meng Liang..."

……

My lips are almost chapped.

The constant retelling did not stabilize my emotions. I denied my once strong emotions over and over again, and my heart was twisted into a ball, but I had to hold that ice sculpture-like motionless palm, repeatedly said:

"Sangsang, you will have a dream..."

"There is a man named Meng Liang in the dream, he loves you..."

"he……"

I couldn't bear it anymore, curled up and shivered, but I had to finish the story, I had to add the ending of the story: "He... he didn't want to be your burden, he didn't want to be your collar, so He disappeared..."

"But I really love you..."

When the voice fell, I realized what I had just said.

I said the wrong thing.

I shouldn't have poured my love on the wrong person.

However, at this moment, the hand holding me suddenly shook violently.

I raised my head suddenly, and was surprised to find that the person in front of me was already in tears.

He looked at me with clear black eyes filled with tears, his light-colored lips moved, and he said softly in an unfamiliar language:

"Meng...Liang...is...really..."

"I...also...are...really..."

I almost jumped out of bed in shock and almost fell to the ground again.

He supported me, and then the familiar breath enveloped me, and I found myself being pulled into his arms, just like I had done countless times in my dreams.

He took my hand and asked me to touch his hair. I followed his guidance and suddenly touched a cold rubber tube, which was exactly the same as the one hanging over my bed.

He explained to me with poor pronunciation and staccato tone: "You... said... to take me... away from... here..."

"Every day I...wait for...you...but you...lie..."

I suddenly recalled that before I let Angelina go, I had indeed seen a beautiful boy in the training barn.

It's just that he was far less perfect than he is now. He still had black hair, was very thin, and curled up in the corner like a kitten.

I always felt that he looked cold, so I walked over, put my white coat on him, and gave him a hug along the way.

Before we left, he firmly grabbed the corner of my clothes, and I told him that I would come to see him again. At the same time, I also left a false promise that I would take him away in the future.

At that time, Lu Xuyan was so ambitious that he even thought he could pry up the earth, let alone save a female.

Of course it sounds like a joke now.

I suddenly remembered that in that false memory, on the cruise ship, I asked Sangsang if he knew Lu Xuyan.

Sangsang said: "I know him, but he doesn't know me. He asked me if I was cold, and promised me that one day he would take me out of there."

A strong surprise seized my heart: "The one in my dream—"

"It's me...it's always...it's me..." He pulled out the rubber tube from his head and put it on my bedside: "I connected us...together...forever...together... We were together in the dream...we were together when we woke up."

"I...have long...wanted...to take you away...but...I can't fool it..." He pointed to the fairy godmother above his head, "Until...you said...you love me..."

I raised my head and found that the star in the hand of the fairy godmother was still shining with green light.

"Why didn't it change?" I wondered.

He slightly raised the corner of his mouth: "Because...you turned me...into a human..."

I froze for a moment, then suddenly realized.

My Sangsang, the Sangsang I love so much, his indifference just now is not because he doesn’t know me, he is trying to control his emotions, trying to deceive the Virgin above his head, and I think I can make love fade Whispering actually awakened his memory, allowing him to gradually recall the feeling of being an ordinary person in the false memory, and gradually learn to vent his emotions like an ordinary person, avoiding the sudden increase and drop of mental fluctuations.

I stole the Angel in my dream back to reality.

I turned a stone statue of a princess into a human.

I sat on the edge of the bed blankly for a while, savoring the surprise of lost and recovered, speechless.

It seems that suddenly nothing has become unimportant, and everything has gone to the worst place, only this peak is full of flowers and flowers, and the garden is full of fragrance.

Sangsang rushed forward and hugged me firmly in her arms again:

"This... once... for me... to take you away..."