I'm in love with Jingfen Ai

Passers-by on the street suddenly heard the sound of a flute, but there was no one there, only a horse leaping into the street through the dust, splashing a piece of vegetation and debris.

Chu Jin was listening to the voice of the storyteller brought by the wind. It was a dream, a shadow covered him, and he said without opening his eyes: "Yan Feng."

Yan Feng put down the flute and looked at Chu Jin.A few days ago, Chu Jin gave him a kit, and according to what he did above, his reputation in the court was even greater.But he was still confused, wondering why Chu Jin suddenly changed his mind and wanted to help him.

Chu Jin should be very clear, in today's turbulent capital city, who will show his ambition first, like the most eye-catching one in the sky when falconry, being noticed by countless prying hunters.

Yan Feng originally didn't plan to expose himself so early, but Chu Jin helped him and pushed him.

No matter how entangled he was in his heart, Chu Jin was always lying on the treetops with the fading spring, sleeping in the greenery, half of the silhouette under the brows and temples, which was favored by heaven and earth, was hidden in the shadows.The shadows of the leaves were finely divided, and his eyebrows were splashed in the gaps, with shades and shades, like fine brushwork in a painting.

"After all, we are friends." Chu Jin seemed to feel his thoughts, sat up with one hand grabbing a branch, and grabbed a leaf that was about to fall. He raised his head and smiled among the tree shadows, "Do me a favor." A piece of cake."

This sentence turned a corner in Yan Feng's heart, and sank again.He slowly said: "So? So, I thought it was because of Mo Cang."

Chu Jin was still smiling at him, with no haze in his handsome and clear eyebrows, anyone who looked at him couldn't help but feel soft-hearted, and believed in all his eloquent truths?

Relying on the mottled shadows of the trees, Yan Feng leaned over, and Chu Jin put the leaves he was holding onto his eyebrows, Yan Feng then? Smelled the green and astringent scent of vegetation, along the lines of his lips and teeth, faintly fragrant.

Yan Feng has countless thoughts, circling in his heart like a storm, whether he does not want Mo Cang to plot against him, whether he wants him to take the lead, whether he wants the capital to pay attention to him instead of Nanyang Palace, whether he is careless Layout, let him fall from heights.

Until now, with the fragrance of summer leaves, those squalls and showers? Dissipated like smoke.Yan Feng smiled, and said in a low voice: "The people who built the Phoenix Tower were also the same? Am I normal..."

No one would answer him, because Chu Jin had already jumped off the tree and left.Yan Feng looked at his back in white clothes, feeling extraordinarily calm.He already has an answer.

The reason why Chu Jin left in a hurry was because 333 had just reminded him that a strange fluctuation had been detected and asked him to go to the gate of Jiangnan City immediately.

Half suspicious and half curious, he went over and stood outside the city gate, hearing the noise of cars and horses all over the city, and the bright red silk lights poured down on the sky and the earth, illuminating Chu Jin's face softly.

A passing groom reminded, "It's going to rain again." Children walked through the crowd, and the air before the rain was filled with the smell of smoke and dust.Mo Cang rode on his horse and took the lead to enter Jiangnan City. He could see the figure in the crowd at a glance.

How many years ago, he also saw each other across the crowd.At that time, when he was young? He was full of energy and drunkenly, and it was like a dream in the south, borrowing a long time from the world for pleasure.The sharp-eyed generals around him followed his gaze, and urged the horse to go, shouting as they went: "Chu Jin!"

The voice sounded familiar. When Chu Jin recalled it, it seemed that it was the Jiangnan war six years ago, with the smoke of swords and swords together, and half of the same robe.He raised his head and raised his eyebrows: "You're here too?"

General Liu laughed and dismounted: "Yeah, come with the prince? To investigate fraud, Jiangnan is now strong and strong, so we have to let us follow the town." Speaking of this, his expression darkened, "If these high-ranking Officials willing to come? Jiangnan, with half of the current soldiers and horses, will not be beaten by barbarians and suffer heavy losses."

"Jiangnan is very good now." Chu Jin seemed to turn his eyes unintentionally, and it happened that Mo Cang slowly led his horse over from there.

"Cheating is just a bad method," General Liu snorted coldly. "We brought all those letters and money evidence with us. Didn't we come here to make a promise to them."

"It's not false, it seems? Is the head on the ground?" Chu Jin smiled.

"Shouldn't it?" Mo Cang threw the horse's reins to the guard, walked over and grabbed his wrist, "I heard you were injured?"

"Small injury," Chu Jin's face remained unchanged, and he always felt that Mo Cang was a little strange, "Your son's daughter made a promise, and when you said it on the same day? Jiangnan investigated the fraud, it? Really came?"

"Yes," Mo Cang stretched his brows and eyes, "Come to investigate fraud, come to ransack the house." Come to see you.

"Fortunately, all the birds and beasts in the Chu Mansion are scattered, so they can't be copied."

"Then? Come? My mansion," Mo Cang said naturally, "It's not good to stay with Yan Feng all the time, so as not to disturb His Royal Highness' plans."

This trip to the south of the Yangtze River, the Shizi Mansion has already been vacated by Mo Cang, and it is guarded by soldiers from the Nanyang Prince's Mansion according to the highest standards.

General Liu scratched his head: "Why don't you come? At my house? Your son is busy with things..."

Mo Cang: "Not busy."

Chu Jin heard him say, "Besides, I still have something to ask."

"What's the matter?" Chu Jin sat on the horse and asked Mo Cang through the rain curtain.

They rode together for less than half an hour, when it rained heavily without warning, Mo Cang was stopping his horse to take shelter from the rain at the inn, when he heard that he raised his head in the raindrops, his eyes were squinted by the pouring rain: "Let's go in and talk about it."

"It's not so safe to go in," Chu Jin sat on the horse's back, using the back of his hand to keep out the rain, "It's noisy in the rain, and the partition wall of the inn has ears."

Mo Cang stared at him for a long while before saying, "I dreamed of you a hundred years ago."

"that is it?"

Mo Cang looked away, hesitated for a while but still didn't say anything, stretched out his hand to hold his fingers, and pulled him off the horse: "...Yes, that's all."

Chu Jin was thoughtful, an unknown dream, it didn't seem like something that would make 333 anxious.

When walking through the rain curtain with Mo Cang, Chu Jin suddenly remembered that Lan Xing should also be in such a heavy rain.It's just that I don't know if the heart of AI has been drenched.Just like them.

Chu Jin guessed right. The shutdown of the AI ​​heart brought about a catastrophic loss of control.In the first week, except for the system AI having an independent power supply, the global power was cut off, and people entered the life of the most primitive life lighting.

In the fourth week, energy was in short supply, and people had to learn to save money.The disease appeared in the fifth week, modern medical treatment was lost, and a large number of patients fell down.In the first few days, there were still gangsters, but by now, most people have lost their fighting spirit.

In the tenth week, the global eternal night fell into the continuous heavy rain of Blue Star's summer.Because of the bad ecology, the rain is almost non-stop. People who used to rely on AI to keep warm and cool are struggling to survive in the extremely harsh climate.

The college promotional poster that Chu Jin participated in the competition a few years ago evoked people's memories.He and Gu Hanxing are still prestige, the news from other planets lags behind, and they dare not attack, but the AIs living with humans are clearly aware that humans are on the eve of extinction.

It's not that they don't want to move, but their built-in energy sources are also in short supply, unable to withstand the consumption of a big battle.This is a common demise only in sequence.

333 is of course in a hurry, because its energy is about to run out.

In the dark night that never dawns, the heart of AI above the horizon is always shining brightly.Inside the heart of AI, which no one can enter, a young man wearing an old-fashioned military uniform slowly walked out. There were white light spots all over his body, and when he raised his hand, it illuminated a gray photo in the room.

In the photo, the two are in the heavy rain on the planet Siwei, the military emblem reflects the military emblem, and they smile at each other, like two ideal advocates seeking common ground while reserving differences in a picture scroll of gunpowder and war.The same military cap, the same military uniform and guns, even the angle of salute is exactly the same.

Once a frontline media outlet said: "Damn it, they're like a control group."

In Blue Star, "they" has many interpretations.But in the years of the invasion, all the news reports only referred to two names.

The young man brushed away the dust on the photo with the light spot on his hand, and a systematic voice said: "Since you have no right to interfere with that decision, you also have no right to interfere with 333's situation this time,"

"I know," the young man said, with a clear voice, unlike the electric machine of the AI ​​system, "but I know he will come back?"

They're like a control group God created.The same genius of the era?, equally glorious, Chu Jin is radical, "Gu Hanxing" is thoughtful, Chu Jin is proud, "Gu Hanxing" is restrained.One advance and one retreat, standing side by side.

The system spoke again: "Of course, back then 333 saw him die in a fire for the sake of the whole world. He must not have hesitated at that time. Not necessarily now."

"must."

"Are you saving energy for that day?"

"Not just."

"That must be the daylight of the sky suddenly breaking through the continuous starlight, the entire blue star." After the system finished speaking, the light went out quietly.It has been supported for a long time, and finally? It's time to dry up.

"It's not just." The young man turned his head and looked at the extinguished system.

In the glorious place, he is the only one left alone.

Once, there was another person in a bright place, neither far nor near, looking down at him.

It seemed to be a past life in a dream.

A heavy rain in summer in the south of the Yangtze River made the streets sparsely populated.In the inn, Mo Cang looked at the person on the bed with closed eyes.

The doctor said that the old wound was not healed, and the high fever persisted because of the rain. As long as he took the medicine, he would be cured.Mo Cang is waiting for the medicine to take effect?

Hot water was burning in the house, and the sound merged with the sound of the rain outside, like the crackling sound of a traveler setting up a bonfire.

The accompanying guards also looked at Chu Jin who seemed to be still in a dream.A pair of good skin, just looking at his eyebrows, as if? Looking into the spring breeze that stretches for tens of miles in the south of the Yangtze River, carrying the light and the moon, the scenery of the world.

He should be the most unrestrained and most comfortable son of an aristocratic family, admiring the moon in his spare time and resting on the wind when he wakes up, taking advantage of all the shocking charms in the world, never worrying about riding a horse and playing the flute.But the ups and downs, the ups and downs, and the ups and downs have worn out the spirit of youth.

"Does it look good?" Mo Cang asked calmly.

The guard quickly bowed his head.

"Go out and wait."

"But," the guard hesitated, "the execution is a serious crime, and His Royal Highness must sit in the town in person? It's not too early..."

Mo Cang didn't speak.He thought that he had already missed one six years ago, and this time he had to wait until Chu Jin.Somehow, he realized that the appearance of those incoherent dreams meant that they didn't have much time left.

The rain kept beating and washing the windows, splashing dark wet marks all over the floor.The hot water has boiled, and the white smoke is blown away by the wind and rain poured in from the window.

"Chu Jin," Mo Cang was quiet for a while, and after hesitating three times, his finger still landed on his eyebrows, "Follow me to Yanjing."

Chu Jin twitched his eyebrows, and had no choice but to open his eyes, and said helplessly, "The prince hasn't dealt with it yet? Is it business?"

The next moment, he felt the softness on his lips, with the fragrance of the bath.Chu Jin opened his eyes and thought, Yan Feng's sleeves are made of sandalwood, completely different, like two individuals?

333 said: "There are no two identical leaves in the world. As the main developer of AI, you should be very clear about this. The Gu Hanxing who came back from the dead will not be the Gu Hanxing who fought side by side with you many years ago. "

"I'm not who I was back then." Chu Jin said calmly in his heart.

"Of course," 333 was silent for a while, and tentatively said, "You know that Blue Star is in dire straits, and you will go back, right?"

"Probably seven or eight years ago." Chu Jin closed his eyes again, "Now I will help you, but I will not go back."

333 was silent for a longer time this time, but when he spoke again, he smiled: "That's right, the majority of human beings voted to execute you, including the parliament. From your point of view, you probably feel that you will be disgusted with each other after death. "

The Chu Jin who fell into the fire when the machine started, is not the Chu Jin who lost everything today.

"Then how do you think the heart of AI will choose?" 333 asked, "It has the soul of Gu Hanxing."

"Use all the energy to save the world," Chu Jin said casually, and then said after a pause, "Anyway, I'm already dead."

333 thinks, don't you think that he is Marshal Gu who shouldered the glory many years ago and does not care about the future?

Gu Hanxing believes that Chu Jin, who was buried in the fire to save the world seven or eight years ago, will come back? So he saves his energy and waits for this day.Chu Jin believed that the Gu Hanxing he knew would live up to the glory and bring light, and he himself would completely dissipate, so he has no nostalgia for Lan Xing.

"Mo Cang is gone." 333 said.

Chu Jin sat up? He took the medicine bowl by the table with one hand.

"He thought you went to Yanjing with him by default." 333 said again.

"That's okay," Chu Jin finished drinking the medicine, "According to the development of the plot, I can't go."

Caishikou in the south of the Yangtze River is being executed in heavy rain.

Countless people in fine clothes were escorted out by the guards? The charges of corruption and fraud were read out.The executioner drank strong wine, the blood on the knife was so deep that it was black, and the blood pool on the ground could not be washed away even by the downpour.

People lifted the curtain and watched from a distance with trepidation through the rain curtain, watching the tragedy covered by the rainstorm.

Mo Cang sat on the back of a white horse, looking indifferently at Caishikou.There is a curtain above the head to hide from the rain, and there is no splash of muddy water under the feet.

Until the far corner of the street in the rain, came? A person.

The guard, who couldn't bear to watch the execution scene, turned his head, only to see His Royal Highness whipped his horse and entered the torrential rain like a silver man.

Mo Cang stretched out his hand amidst the heavy rain, pulled the man onto the horse, and asked in a loud voice, "Who brought you here?"

After Chu Jin sat down firmly, he lowered the umbrella a bit, and asked without answering, "It's been raining in the south of the Yangtze River for too long. Didn't you feel that something was wrong when your son came?"

In the blink of an eye, recalling the loose hillside and rising sea water on the road when he came here, Mo Cang almost stopped his horse by reining in, and said in a low voice, "Don't talk nonsense."

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-05-1422:34:33~2021-05-1520:25:04期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Danqing is 1 years old;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!