AI avatar got sand sculpture virus

When Xia Ge was overwhelmed by the sudden sense of shame, Lu Xingshen had already patted him on the head, bypassing him and going to the dining table to try the pork rib soup.

The soup has been kept warm for some time, and the water level has dropped a bit, so 996 just wanted to add more water to continue cooking.

But now that Lu Xingshen is back, it doesn't matter if he doesn't join.

People who are not at all active in eating on weekdays, as if they are routine, took the initiative to pick up the spoon today and scooped a bowl of soup for themselves.

The chopped ribs are boiled with corn and carrots, with a natural sweet smell, without adding too many ingredients.

Xia Ge silently wiped off the water on the floor, and sat back with wet trouser legs.

Eating is important.

Cracked, cracked floor tiles... covered with carpet first.

After covering his ears and stealing the bell, Xia Ge secretly observed Lu Xingshen's expression, and found that the other party was not angry, nor did he have any intention of pursuing it now, so he a little bit bolder and sat down.

Xia Ge asked him, "Does it taste good?"

Lu Xing nodded deeply.

After being recognized, Xia Ge immediately became happy again, and said with a little complacency, "I also feel so hehehe..."

After finishing speaking, he also filled a bowl for himself, sipping soup and eating meat.

After taking a big bite, I still sigh, "The most advanced ingredients often only need the simplest cooking method—"

Pretty similar.

After Lu Xingshen ate a bowl, he had no intention of continuing. He didn't eat much. Maybe it was affected by years of relying on nutritional supplements to supplement his physical strength, so he never ate too much.

Seeing him put down his chopsticks, Xia Ge will not urge him to eat more, because his stomach is also limited, and he has not been able to cook a large amount of food in one go in the past few days.

But this time, Lu Xingshen was not in a hurry to leave the dining table after finishing his meal. He poured himself a cup of hot water, and sipped it slowly, slowly, as if afraid of getting hot.

Sitting at the dining table like this, while holding hot water, quietly watching the bionic man opposite him eat deliciously.

Some people have such magical powers. They eat the same food in a hurry and quickly, but they eat it seriously and deliciously. It makes people feel that those meals must be very good delicacies.

Xia Ge is also such a person. When facing food, he has an aura of concentrating on food. He will not waste a grain of rice. He eats everything quietly and cleanly, full of happiness.

Because Xia Ge was really engrossed, after eating a full meal, he raised his head to find that Lu Xingshen had been sitting there, just watching himself the whole time.

Generally speaking, after dinner, Lu Xingshen would go to the laboratory to be busy for a while, even if he was reading, he would not be idle.

After Xia Ge finished his meal, seeing that he hadn't left, he suddenly felt that perhaps Lu Xingshen needed to rest occasionally.

There is no need to strictly use every minute to work and study after dinner every day like studying in the evening.

He stood up, put away his bowls and chopsticks, looked at Lu Xingshen and said, "Help me put away the table together."

Lu Xingshen nodded, without any objection, he really got up, piled up the empty bowls and chopsticks for him, and poured out the bones and the soup to be thrown away.

It's just washing the dishes and putting away the table after dinner, plus it's only for two people, there's not much work to do at all.

One person can finish it quickly, even if you don't want to do it, the machine that you leave at home can clean it quickly. There are dishwashers, and there are also machines that specialize in cleaning various surfaces and stoves.

But Lu Xingshen didn't say anything, neither did Xia Ge, and just took it away by himself.

Xia Ge asked him to help put away the bowls, so he put away the bowls, helped to arrange the refrigerator, and then arranged the things in the refrigerator.

Then Xia Ge asked him, "Is there anything you want to eat tomorrow?"

Naturally, Lu Xingshen didn't, he was always so silent, as if he never had a preference.

"Then how about we pickle radishes tonight? Some radish strips and cucumber strips, pickled tonight, will be delicious tomorrow, very refreshing."

Lu Xingshen said, "Okay."

Xia Ge happily took him to clean the ingredients together and cut them into suitable shapes.

He also specially brought two aprons, tied one on himself and the other on Lu Xingshen.

Never touching such things, Lu Xingshen's expression froze for a moment. Before he could find an excuse to escape, Xia Ge pushed someone to the chopping board and stuffed the kitchen knife into his hand.

"Come on, come on, cut it for me."

The bionic man next to his ear was always chanting all kinds of nonsense, even if he didn't speak, he would hum and chirp, and the noisy background sound always made it difficult to think.

Lu Xing sighed deeply and followed his wishes.

One cuts cucumbers, the other cuts carrots, Xia Ge's cuts are extremely random, but Lu Xing cuts them neatly, each piece is almost as big as you want.

Whether it was noisy nonsense or superfluous tasks that could be done by one person, or chores that required two people to do together, Lu Xingshen had never understood the meaning of their existence.

But strangely, when he was unwilling to think and just wanted to empty his mind, these meaningless things became very powerful, crowding out all meaningful and valuable thinking.

Finally poured some sauce on it, sealed the pickles, and put them in the refrigerator. Lu Xingshen was still not sure what he wasted his time on, but the time finally passed, and he finally felt sleepy without being tense, and he could let himself go back. room fell asleep.

Vaguely, it seemed that he had forgotten something, but he didn't want to continue thinking about it for the time being.

Accidentally, he let 996 follow him to the bedroom.

Xia Ge is not good at making people happy, compared to this, he is better at making himself happy.

He thought about it differently, if he was very, very unhappy one day, how could he sleep well.

Probably needs someone to tell him a bedtime story.

He remembered the day when he was finally diagnosed with a terminal illness. He was so depressed. It happened that there was an aunt in the next bed. Seeing that he was about the same age as his own son, she treated Xia Ge at that time like a child and told him a bedtime story. .

But now he can't remember any stories, let alone what kind of stories Lu Xingshen likes to hear.

If what he said was ugly and boring, and made people feel even worse after listening to it, it would be over.

So, in the bedroom at 11 o'clock in the middle of the night, Xia Ge urged Lu Xing to take a deep wash and lie down, then sat beside his bed, meditated for a while and said seriously,

"Lu Xingshen, tell me a bedtime story." Lu Xingshen, who just lay down, said, "...?"

Something doesn't seem right.

Generally speaking, the person who is sitting tells the story to the person who is lying down.

Lu Xingshen stared at the bionic man next to him for a few seconds, and gave up asking him with common sense.

"What, what's wrong?"

Xia Ge also seemed to faintly feel that something was wrong, and was a little uneasy.

Lu Xingshen opened his mouth, didn't expose him, and changed the subject, "The last person who urged me to lie down and watch me fall asleep with his own eyes wanted to kill me while I was asleep."

Xia Ge: "...?! What??"

Lu Xingshen: "...a bedtime story."

Xia Ge: "Is there any less scary bedtime story!!"

Seeing his shocked look, Lu Xingshen slightly raised the corners of his mouth, which had been silent for a day, "Yes."

Xia Ge: "..."

I suspect you're trying to scare me, and I have proof.

In the dim room, only one floor lamp was turned on, and the layout of the bedroom was extremely simple. Lu Xingshen retracted his gaze, and when he looked around, he could only see blank walls and ceilings.

Recalling the stories in memory, those dark eyes slowly emptied, as if through these cold white walls, slowly looking towards a more distant and empty place.

His voice was very low, and when he was talking, Xia Ge unknowingly sat upright, leaned against the window with his chin in one hand, and leaned half of his body to the side of the bed almost collapsed into a ball.

Lu Xingshen said that the story takes place in a distant and mysterious world, where there are gods and magic.

Xia Ge asked curiously, "Has Lu Xingshen also read magical fairy tales?"

Lu Xing paused for a second, then replied, "My grandfather once told me this story."

Xia Ge: "That's great, then what? Who is the protagonist of the story?"

Lu Xingshen: "It's a magician."

Xia Ge: "Magician?"

"Ah."

After the beginning, it becomes easier to continue telling the story behind,

"In that world, it was the power of gods that built the entire continent, the heavens and the earth, all life and non-life, all of which were transformed by the power of gods, including magic. Just like our world is made up of atoms and molecules, that world , is composed of the power of God.”

Xia Ge: "A good scientific metaphor..."

How should I put it, it really became easy to understand all of a sudden.

Lu Xingshen continued, "In that world, after death, all life will return to its original form, that is, return to God, but there is a magician who wants to steal God's power and endow dead things with life."

"Wow……"

"Of course, everyone said that this is impossible. The magic mastered by human beings is too weak. Creating new species of life is something that can only be done by a god, but he has never given up,"

Lu Xingshen spoke in a slow and calm voice,

"He carved huge figures one after another with stones, trying to endow them with the power of life and make them come alive. Such weird behavior made him regarded as a freak and a lunatic by other magicians."

Xia Ge was very concerned about the magician's ending, and asked, "Did he succeed in the end?"

"at last……"

Lu Xingshen paused, and said in a low voice, "Until he died and turned into a white tombstone, his stone statue didn't come alive as he hoped. It remained like a stone statue, motionless."

"what……"

Is it a tragedy?

Xia Ge thought blankly.

"Later, hundreds of years passed, and his tombstone stood alone in the wilderness. A vampire with a long lifespan, long enough to have seen this magician before, but still young after hundreds of years, passed by here again,"

Contrary to what Xia Ge thought, the story is not over yet, and Lu Xingshen continued to tell the continuation of it,

"The vampire recognizes these stone statues, glanced at them inadvertently, and suddenly found—"

Xia Ge: "What did you find?!"

"Those stone statues are a little different from what he remembered."

"???"

"The blood race tried hard to recall, discerning the subtle sense of disobedience, and it took a long time to remember that when these stone statues were first carved, they looked at the sky and the earth, the sunrise and the sunset respectively. Now, they seem to use several long In a hundred years, a very slow, very slow movement of looking back has been completed."

Lu Xingshen exhaled slowly, closed his eyes, and continued,

"Until a few hundred years later, they became a group of stone statues looking down at the same direction, and the direction they were looking at happened to be the tombstone of the magician.

"Since then, these stone statues have never moved an inch."

"It was an extremely slow and difficult look back, too slow to be noticed by the short-lived creatures, so slow that everyone who walked by the stone statues did not notice their changes, so slow that everything seemed to be an illusion, only There are vampires that have lived so long that it took hundreds of years to confirm their movement.

"It's so slow, even if the blood race confirms this fact repeatedly in shock and announces it to the public, no one is willing to believe his words, and only thinks he is talking nonsense. How can any stone statue come to life?

"People say that the stone statue must have been carved hundreds of years ago to look down at the tomb. This is the most reasonable explanation."

"Later, the story of the magician and the stone statues became a myth and legend that if you believe it, you have it, if you don't believe it, you don't."

After Lu Xingshen finished telling the bedtime story, he looked towards the bed.

996 was lying on his bedside in a posture where he would definitely have a stiff neck and his whole body was sore if it were a human being, his eyes were quietly closed, and he fell asleep as soon as he said he was asleep.