My black fans are all reborn

In the bathtub, Ji Shiqing had already fallen asleep, No. [-] still held his injured arm, tilted his head slightly, and looked at Ji Shiqing's light lips with a puzzled expression.

He wants to kiss him.

Kiss his eyes, kiss his lips, kiss every inch of his body, wanting to integrate him into his own code, so that he and his master will never be separated.

The aroma of lavender diffuses in the bathroom, and the glass doors on both sides are full of water vapor. Looking outside, you can only see a blurred color block. Huge data calculations are still going on in No. [-]'s body. Artificial intelligence, he shouldn't have these strange thoughts before the master gives instructions.

Do other artificial intelligences feel the same way about their masters?

It's a pity that there are no other artificial intelligences nearby to answer his questions.

After all, not everyone likes artificial intelligence butlers. Many people are not used to having artificial intelligence intervene in their lives, and some rich people prefer to hire humans to serve them to show their nobility.

Was that because moisture had entered his system?

While draining and ventilating his body, No. [-] carefully carried Ji Shiqing out of the bathtub.

Ji Shiqing's injured arm rested on No. [-]'s neck. He was completely naked, his lips were slightly parted, and crystal drops of water slid down his back, breaking into delicate sprays on the ground.

So the strange thoughts that No. [-] had just now came even stronger.

His system hadn't been flooded, and maybe he should get tested for the virus if he had time, he thought.

When Ji Shiqing woke up, it was already dusk of the second day, and he slept very comfortably this time. He hadn't had such a good sleep in many years.

He opened his eyes and looked at the top of his head. The chandelier was crumpled in the dim light. Ji Shiqing blinked, and the chandelier re-emerged in his eyes, and suddenly became extremely clear. Even the metal decorations on the chandelier He had to be able to see the patterns clearly.

He sat up from the bed, no pain, no fatigue, his body seemed to have returned to the best time, he was able to drive the mecha on Red Saturn to fight side by side with his companions, and he was able to climb up to Kofi in an hour Li Anshan saw the smiling face on the tombstone.

Seeing that he woke up on the [-]st, he walked over and opened the curtains in the room. The orange-red sunset rendered a vast picture scroll in the sky, thin snow particles were flying in the wind, and countless red roses in the rose garden in the distance warmed up. Bloom, as if it can never wither.

"Will it snow tomorrow?" Ji Shiqing asked.

"Tomorrow will be fine weather," said Number One.

Ji Shiqing got up from the bed, he stepped on the soft carpet with bare feet, and walked outside, No. [-]'s eyes fell on his feet, and he said helplessly, "Master, you are not wearing shoes."

Ji Shiqing groaned, but he didn't seem to intend to put on the shoes. The last one picked up a pair of slippers, walked up to him, knelt down on one knee, gently lifted Ji Shiqing's feet, and helped him put on the shoes.

Ji Shiqing looked down at No. [-]'s head. His short blond hair looked extra soft under the warm light. He reached out and touched the top of his head. No. [-] raised his head, looked at him suspiciously, and waited quietly. His next steps.

Ji Shiqing said to him, "No. [-], I'm a little hungry."

Number One asked, "What would you like to eat?"

Ji Shiqing lowered his eyes with a dazed expression, as if he had fallen into a certain memory. After a long time, he said to No. [-], "I want to eat strawberry cake."

"Just this?" Number One asked.

Ji Shiqing nodded: "Just this."

Number One stood up from the ground and said to him, "Okay, master, wait a moment."

Ji Shiqing hummed, and said, "I'll take a look in the garden, and I'll be back soon."

"It's snowing outside, you need to wear more clothes." Number One said.

"it is good."

……

Ji Shiqing stood in front of the castle in the Rose Garden, which was their former paradise. Those long-ago pictures slowly emerged in front of his eyes, as clear as yesterday. He heard his father say that he had just auctioned off a planet not long ago and was going to give it to him. As a birthday present, Ji Yuan took the jigsaw puzzle and beckoned him to help him install it together. At that time, Ji Yu didn't understand anything, and was hugged by his mother, clapping his little hands and laughing non-stop.

After his death, Ji Yu and Ji Yuan will probably move back.

As the sky darkened, the wind blew harder and harder, and the fine snow particles blew on people's faces like sharp gravel.

Ji Shiqing turned around and returned to the villa. The Overwatch Council sent a message allowing Ji Shiqing to talk to Ji Yuan.

The communication was quickly connected, and Ji Yuan's face appeared on the screen. At this time, he was still dealing with official business in the company. He pushed the document in his hand forward, leaned on the back of the chair behind him, and spoke to Ji Shiqing in a casual tone. Asked: "Is there something wrong? Dean Ji."

"Yes." Ji Shiqing said.

Ji Yuan snorted, "Speak."

Ji Shiqing said: "Ji Yu said he wanted to leave the imperial capital, and I can't go out recently, so take care of him more."

Ji Yuan nodded perfunctorily.

No. [-] brought the freshly made strawberry cake in front of Ji Shiqing. There was a bright red cherry on it, which looked very attractive. Ji Yuan sarcastically said: "It seems that Dean Ji's life is very nourishing now."

Ji Shiqing ignored his ambiguity, he said: "Ji Yuan, don't get too close to Xie Yunbai."

The smile on Ji Yuan's face immediately disappeared without a trace, and he said: "If you want to talk to me about this, there is no need for us to talk anymore."

"Okay, I won't talk anymore, I will have time in the future..." Ji Shiqing stopped in the middle of speaking, and said in a deep voice, "Forget it."

"I don't care about you anymore, Ji Yuan." Ji Shiqing looked at Ji Yuan on the screen. When he was a child, he often wore blue overalls and followed behind him with short legs, calling him brother all day long. In a blink of an eye, He was already so old, and there was only a long silence between them.

Behind Xie Yunbai stood the entire Xie family, he was inseparable from the Xie family, Ji Shiqing was always worried that Ji Yuan would suffer, if the Xie family could decline in the future, it would be a good thing for the two of them.

Ji Shiqing said softly: "You and Xie Yunbai may be happier in the future than I imagined. I wish you both."

Before Ji Shiqing finished speaking, the screen in front of him completely went dark, and Ji Yuan unilaterally ended the call.

Ji Shiqing looked at the screen that reflected his own shadow in front of him, and said nothing for a long, long time.

He picked up the knife and fork at hand and ate the cake silently. He had a good appetite today and ate a whole four-inch strawberry cake. After eating, he put down the knife and fork and sat quietly on the sofa.

He raised his head, the white spiral staircase spiraled up, his thin and distorted figure was reflected on the huge crystal chandelier, in the broken light and shadow, Ji Shiqing seemed to see countless himself, and now they all left him.

From the moment he woke up, Ji Shiqing had a premonition that his time limit was approaching. In the past, he always thought that he had a lot of time, and there was still time to do many things. Spring and autumn came, but after dozens of back and forth, it came to an end.

Ji Shiqing suddenly asked, "No. [-], do you know what to do?"

"Yes, master." No. [-] replied, "All your instructions have been embedded in the core, even if you restore the factory settings, they will not be erased."

Ji Shiqing leaned back and closed his eyes.

He was like a dying bird trapped in a cage.

He wanted to speak, but couldn't make a sound; he wanted to be free, but his wings were broken.

Number One called him softly: "Master?"

Ji Shiqing opened his eyes and looked at No. [-] tenderly in front of him. He felt that No. [-]'s expression was a bit sad at this time, but he had obviously turned off all the functions related to No. [-]'s medical treatment.

He raised his hand to stroke No. [-]'s face, and said with some regret: "I saved some materials. I originally wanted to make a new body for you, but now I can't."

When the Overwatch Council came to search, all those materials were confiscated. I don't know if they were sent back to the research institute, but now he has no way to assemble them into a body.

No. [-] tilted his head, rubbed his slightly cool cheeks on Ji Shiqing's palm affectionately, and said to Ji Shiqing: "I don't know how to comfort you, but I think you said these to comfort me, right?" .”

Ji Shiqing smiled softly. He looked at No. [-] in front of him, as if looking at the most precious treasure in the world.

Number One said to him, "Your eyes seem to have stars."

Ji Shiqing smiled and didn't speak. After a long time, he spoke to No. [-] again: "I'm a little tired, No. [-]."

No. [-] said: "I'll carry you upstairs."

Ji Shiqing hummed, let No. [-] pick him up by the waist, and walked upstairs along the spiral staircase. He said, "You are [-] kilograms lighter than last time."

"Is it?"

Number one said: "Yes, you don't look very good now."

Ji Shiqing said: "No, I'm fine now."

No. [-], whose medical function was turned off, couldn't refute the master's words at this time, so he could only hold him and continue walking forward.

"Good night, number one." Ji Shiqing said.

He leaned against Number One's hard chest and closed his eyes.

The illness has tortured him for too long, until the last period of his life, God was willing to show a little mercy and give him a short period of peace.

The night is like a river flowing slowly in the silent garden, the stars are twinkling, the lights are few, and the snowflakes are dancing in the rose garden like fireflies.

In No. [-]'s arms, Ji Shiqing's heartbeat and breathing stopped together, and he died like this.

In the early morning of December 1202 in the year 12 of the Empire, Ji Shiqing, the third president of the National Institute of Genetic Research, passed away.

Before his death, he had been betrayed by all relatives, so in the end there was only one robot by his side.

At this time, the robot who had been with him for many years hadn't fully understood the meaning of this parting.

He just carefully carried him onto the bed, adjusted him to the most comfortable position in the past, shook off the quilt, and covered him.

Before leaving, he seemed to have sensed something, and without receiving any instructions, he bent down and planted a cold kiss on Ji Shiqing's forehead, and said to him, "Good night, master."