pure white crown

With 0021's attitude just now, it is obviously impossible to give water reminders about the opening of the empathy space.

Once Jiang Xing accepted this fact, he didn't feel much dissatisfaction. On the contrary, he actually felt a little excited in his heart, as if every time he came across a good script and he had the possibility and opportunity to fight for it——

Perhaps the most plentiful fruit in the world is always the one that hangs high on the branches and makes people pay the most sweat and effort.

Understand the script.

Build a new world.

This is the only hint given by 0021 to start the script.

And judging from the "fragmented script world" he tried to construct just now, this world must have relatively strict requirements for logic and space concepts-otherwise there will be hospitals and schools intertwined, and coffee shops located in the middle of the street. central situation.

But this is not difficult to do.

Jiang Xing dug out a paper and a pen at home, and used a relatively simple way to map the relative positions of the street and the coffee shop, the school and the hospital.Of course, there are more than these in a city, but in a world based on "fragmentary scripts", no matter how detailed the other settings are, I am afraid it will not increase the degree of completion.

So the point is where these Yu Chi will appear.

Jiang Xing wrote down approximate numbers representing distances between several locations on the paper.

He closed his eyes and began to place these places in the city in his mind.

With the general location, the next step should be the details.

The interior of the hospital, the life of the school, the environment around the street, the furnishings in the cafe.

It was not that Jiang Xing had thought about these during the challenge just now, but after the things in his mind were manifested in the empathy space, Jiang Xing discovered how many loopholes, ambiguities, and contradictions existed in his irregular imagination.

He first recalled the hospital he had been in contact with recently.

When he was a volunteer in the hospital, he went in and out of patient wards, doctors' offices, and was even taken into the operating room by others in his free time.

So what do these places look like?

Of course he has a general impression, but when these general impressions fall into more detailed places - such as the specific location of each instrument in the operating room, how many medical-related equipment and documents are in the doctor's office and on the table And files, is he really clear about it?

of course not.

Jiang Xing said to himself in his heart.

If he knew everything clearly, he would be able to remember when he closed his eyes, how the world he conceived had holes in it and patches in it.

But this problem can still be solved as long as you know the direction.

Jiang Xing, who was sitting on the sofa, put down the pen and paper, reached out, and got the notebook on the side. He opened the notebook, searched the pictures of the hospital and the street through the Internet, and faced the existing pictures and his own memory, Cross-contrast and memorize again.

... The world's hardware is almost like this, right?

Jiang Xing thought deeply.

But when a world, especially a scripted world, is performed, the real focus is not on these cold hardware, but on the software that wants to be expressed in the hardware.

Still the most basic question.

What kind of protagonist is this.

This is a story that wants to express something.

What is Yu Chi like, and what are the other people around Yu Chi like.

Jiang Xing felt that he could answer:

Yu Chi is a confident and resolute character. He has a doctor's simple heart to help the world and at least enough knowledge for himself.

It's not that he didn't read the script seriously. He carefully analyzed the script from the contradictions at the beginning to the climax and setbacks in the middle, and the deepening of the protagonist's character to the script's conception at the end.

——At least before the challenge, before seeing that stiff puppet appear in front of him, Jiang Xing felt that he had carefully and fully analyzed it.

But now, he has experienced the challenge and seen the doll with his own eyes.

Jiang Xing picked up the pen, and the tip of the pen fell on the white paper, but he couldn't draw the first line for a long time.

He realized that his understanding was still partial.

Yu Chi's face, Yu Chi's figure, Yu Chi's specific character, and Yu Chi's usual behavior habits are still blurred into a ball in his heart.

After checking and processing the system data, 0021 switched his perspective to Jiang Xing again.

It only took ten or twenty minutes to get in and out. The notebook on the table was opened, and the pictures of the hospital and school were displayed on the screen. There were also several pieces of draft paper with simple patterns scattered on the table.

It looked at Jiang Xing again.

Jiang Xing was walking up and down the room, talking in a low voice, not to anyone, just talking to himself.

"You say a high-achieving medical student who has ambitious goals since he was a child, what would he be like?"

"There must be a lot of books in his home, maybe there is a special corner for medical equipment? These equipment may be expensive and sophisticated things, or some simple medical equipment that can be made by oneself?"

"He studied Western medicine, because there was a scene in the operating room later, obviously he is a clinical medicine major. Doctor, doctor...Western medicine, Chinese medicine."

Jiang Xing recalled that when he was a volunteer in the hospital, when talking with Western medicine, he smiled and said that Chinese medicine is sometimes quite miraculous.

Of course most Western doctors do not understand the specialty of Chinese medicine, and most of Chinese medicine certainly do not understand the specialty of Western medicine.

But Yu Chi didn't.

"He understands..." Jiang Xing said to himself.He stood still in the middle of the room, looked around for a while, then suddenly changed his words, "No, I understand."

"I understand. I was very interested when I was studying medicine... I went to the Chinese medicine classroom to listen in, I read all the introductory books on Chinese medicine, and I know everything about it—"

Jiang Xing walked into his study.

This suite has a structure of two halls, two bedrooms, a kitchen and a bathroom, because he lives alone, and not long after he moved in, Jiang Xing didn't take care of the study, so he just set up a table and a small shelf here.

He gestured to the shelf, and then said: "It's a bit small, it should be bigger. There are a lot of books in it... There are a lot of notes on the books." And then? "The law of book arrangement is according to my own law..."

He said and walked to the other side of the room.

There are only white walls with some blemishes.

He stood in the middle of the study and divided the study into two, half of which was the study, and the other half - Yu Chi's, mine, the place that only belonged to medicine.

Jiang Xing sat down in the study.

In his own words, he usually doesn't stay in this room for too long.

If he stays at home, he either rests in the bedroom, or watches all kinds of new movies and classic old movies in the living room, and sometimes relaxes in the kitchen.

...But Yu Chi must not be like this.

Yu Chi's work is very busy.

I am so busy in work.

It was probably evening when Yu Chi returned home.

It's always at night when I have time to rest.

But Yu Chi still sat at the desk.

I'm still sitting at the desk.

The pages of the book have been turned old by me, and there will be densely packed text prints on the wooden table...

A shadow gradually appeared in Jiang Xing's mind.

It has nothing to do with how handsome and ugly this shadow is, or how tall, short, fat and thin he is, but what happens behind his back, perhaps without being seen by others.

Jiang Xing stayed in the study for a long time.

At first, he just looked at every corner of the study thoughtfully, trying to imagine every detail of Yu Chi's presence in his mind.

After waiting for an hour or two, he stood up and walked to the living room, brought in the notebook in the living room, sat at the desk, and searched a lot of information about doctors on the Internet.

It is not limited to some common sense, but also those instruments and knowledge that medical students should really know. Jiang Xing found them one by one to get a general understanding.

Time passes in the process of searching and absorbing like this.

At some point, Jiang Xing, who had been looking up the information, was startled suddenly, feeling physical hunger and dizziness caused by long-term concentration.

He raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, closed his notebook and walked out of the study into the kitchen, intending to get some food for himself.

The bacon and cheese bought from the supermarket last night were freezing in the refrigerator, and yesterday's toast was also on the coffee table.

Jiang Xing decided to make a simple sandwich.

He took the bacon out of the refrigerator and took a knife from the knife block, but when he was about to cut it, he suddenly felt something wrong with his hand.

too heavy.

He couldn't help frowning, padded the knife in his hand, and put it back.

But what Jiang Xing was holding just now was already a small kitchen knife that was no wider than the length of a thumb for cutting vegetables.

On his knife holder, a kitchen knife smaller than this one——

Jiang Xing picked up a paring knife from the outermost shelf.

This paring knife is not often used. It has a slender blade with a slightly upward curve at the tip.

Jiang Xing held the pad and finally felt it was easier. He no longer hesitated, pressed the bacon, and quickly cut a few thin slices. Then, he took the knife between his fingers and twisted it jerky and somewhat slowly. round out.

This was a habit Jiang Xing never had before.

The grand sunlight suddenly poured in through the white curtains, illuminating the face of Jiang Xing who was standing in front of the window.

And the illuminated person is bathing in the morning light, lowering his head and concentrating on the things turning in his hands.

I should have this habit.

I do have this habit.

I'm used to turning, turning often, a slender, light... scalpel.

At about the same time as Jiang Xing, Lu Yunkai, who sat in front of the computer pinching the whole night, finally pinched the last person in the forum away.

At this time, he felt tired in a trance, couldn't help moaning, stood up from the computer chair and planned to go to sleep, and then when he passed by the window...

"...It's already dawn." Lu Yunkai was a little dazed, "This feeling of pride and sadness..."

He stared blankly at the two sparrows singing on the window sill. After watching for a while, his sluggish spirit was inexplicably lifted by the sunshine. Last night, he felt a sense of glory in the [-] rounds of fighting on the forum to pinch the last sunspot. It swept back again!

He couldn't help but think of Jiang Xing, secretly wanting to hear the idol's voice at this time, that kind of pride that just paid and was immediately rewarded =. =

He touched his body, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and checked the time.

Ten past seven in the morning.

It should be about the same time.

Lu Yunkai speculated, and after hesitating for a few seconds, he couldn't resist the temptation and called Jiang Xing.

The sound of the phone ringing just in time made Jiang Xing temporarily put down the knife in his hand.

He picked up his cell phone from the coffee table.

The number that flashed on the screen was not enough to break the current state, but when he pressed the call button and heard a familiar and enthusiastic voice from the receiver, Jiang Xing really got rid of the "imagining that he is another person" status.

Physiological hunger and exhaustion were on the mend again.

Jiang Xing didn't hold back, and yawned: "Huh?... Yunkai?"