don't open your eyes [unlimited]

Out of some kind of inexplicable guilt, the now-changing Instructor Ling clicked on the background of the mobile phone, pondered for a long time, and sent "Cocoon" a little red flower for being late at the suggestion of Teacher Xiaozhuang.

Zhuang Die was very concerned about the progress, and leaned over with the quilt in his arms: "How is it?"

"...does not conform to the standard summary format."

Ling Su waited for more than ten seconds, looking at the bright red exclamation mark that filled the screen, feeling a little complicated: "Rejected."

"..." Zhuang Die tried to think about it: "Will writing an apology letter be effective?"

Zhuang Die tried his best to search for his few work experience: "The kind that is more sincere."

"It's possible." Ling Su nodded ponderingly, "One copy is not enough, you can write a few more copies. Anyway, I am very familiar with this..."

Zhuang Die: "..."

Ling Su: "..."

There is no need to specifically confirm that the two of them are definitely thinking about the same thing now.

It is human enough for most of the taskers, and sometimes even the "cocoon" who turned a blind eye to the first human instructor still firmly implemented strict, cold, and merciless policy.

... It is hard to say whether the letter of apology has any effect.

Anyway, all kinds of strange gag packages and warnings have accumulated, and Ling Su's inspection is almost endless.

Ling Su quickly accepted Xiao Curly's sympathetic hug, and after touching each other for a while, he still couldn't help laughing: "Blame me."

Although Cocoon was regarded as a comrade-in-arms side by side, he always insisted on providing a large number of task summaries for Cocoon to learn... But no matter how you say it, Ling Su at that time was still somewhat influenced by the mainstream view, thinking that artificial intelligence has no "emotions" of this concept.

"The way of heaven is reincarnation, and I was still too young at that time."

Ling Su couldn't help feeling a little emotional, and sighed vicissitudes of life: "If I had known that 'cocoon' would still hold grudges..."

Zhuang Die has analyzed the captain's action pattern in detail, and raised his head from his arms: "You will let it run around."

Ling Su: "..."

Ling Su held the little curly hair in his arms, thought about it for a long time, and even couldn't believe it: "...Yes."

With his original temper, even if he knew that Yu had a temper and would secretly hold grudges, he would not relax the requirements because of this, but would completely demand the new artificial intelligence according to the standards required of students.

Maybe they will threaten Cocoon by changing the code. Every time they make a mistake, they have to run a thousand rounds of new data, and then consciously switch on and off [-] times, and they are not allowed to change the screen saver for a whole day.

"So I'm this kind of person?" Ling Su had some doubts about himself for the first time, "It seems that I may indeed be quite dangerous..."

He hadn't finished his sentence—in fact, he wasn't even sure he'd said it at all.From Ling Su's point of view, he just couldn't help turning a few thoughts in his mind.

But Zhuang Die, who was nestled in his arms, suddenly became very serious, sat up straight with his arms propped up, and stared seriously into Ling Su's eyes.

Ling Su hesitated a little: "I'm thinking too loudly?"

"It's very big." Zhuang Die supported his face with both hands, preventing him from turning his gaze away, "Look at me."

The reason why he didn't talk to the captain immediately about it was because Zhuang Die still clearly remembered the white bear effect taught by Ling Su.

He doesn't want to be troubled by past thoughts and thoughts after Ling Su has started a new life... But now it seems that even if he deliberately avoids the repression under suppression, those thoughts have already quietly taken root.

Maybe it was because of the fifty failed tests, maybe it was because of the surveillance in this room, or maybe there were other unknown and more extreme experiences that Ling Su hid.

Ling Su did not accept the test results, but subconsciously accepted that he was a dangerous monster.

But Ling Su is obviously his captain.

"Look at me." Zhuang Die said, "Don't think about anything."

Ling Su can easily do this without him having to say it specifically.

In fact, Ling Su's mind has now become blank—quiet and safe free nights, no tasks and crises for the time being, no need to think about human beings and the world.

Zhuang Die is at his home, sitting on the only bed in his well-decorated bedroom.

Zhuang Die was right in front of him, and he could touch it with his hand. Most of his soft curly hair and facial contours were hidden by the night, but his eyes were still bright.

Those eyes looked at him earnestly and without distraction.

He was the only shadow in the bright black pupils, and Zhuang Die's hand lightly touched his forehead, touching the places where he would randomly press on every time he had a headache... It was so gentle that it was almost unbearable. Live the impulse to cry.

Ling Su felt his heart tremble when he was lightly touched by the little curly hair.

There seemed to be a crack in his chest, and something hot flowed out - hot and bright, boiling like lava, Ling Su couldn't help turning his head away and coughing a few times.

"You are not dangerous." He heard Zhuang Die's voice, "Not at all."

"The scalpel is very sharp, and it may scratch your hand while playing with it, but that's not its problem."

Zhuang Die said word by word: "After forcing a knife to become a scalpel and using it to cure diseases and save people, you can't blame it for making the blade so thin."

"It's not fair." Zhuang Die said, "There is no such reason."

Ling Su hastily closed his eyes.

He folded his arms and sank into the pillow behind him, a gesture that made him look more like a normal young man than usual.

Zhuang Die seems to have seen Ling Su who lived here alone back then.

Ling Su, who is younger than now, walks and lives under surveillance. When he has a headache, he stuffs a lot of pills into his mouth, sits at the coffee table and writes those task summaries, and when he is sleepy, he just crawls into a sleeping bag and lies down for a while.

……

"Captain." Zhuang Die said suddenly, "Let's go to the furniture store tomorrow."

The topic changed too obviously, and Ling Su hadn't recovered from the state that made him almost breathless, and he was stunned for half a minute before he said, "What?"

"Furniture City, the kind that sells furniture, I like to go shopping when I have no money to buy. There is also a building materials market nearby, and a night market snack street..."

Accidentally going a little far, Zhuang Die stopped talking in time, looked at Ling Su: "When you finish writing the task summary tomorrow, we will go immediately and completely redecorate our home."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Su's eyes suddenly lit up within a few seconds.

Ling Su threw the draft book back to the ground for the second time.

He seemed frizzy and unmannered for a few seconds, completely oblivious to the movement he made that disturbed the bouncy mattress, and even nearly shook the little curly who was kneeling on it fall down.

Of course Ling Su wouldn't let Little Curly fall alone, he hugged Zhuang Die tightly, the two of them lost their balance and fell on the carpet, and a freshly made summer quilt fell together.

Ling Su used his body as a cushion, and hugged Zhuang Die under the blanket of the bed.

Of all the bedding, the quilt is always the most amazing member - it can be used for all kinds of things.The safe house where you play with your mobile phone in the middle of the night, and the important equipment that turns on the air conditioner to the lowest level in summer, as long as you retract your feet into the quilt, an anti-ghost circle that automatically wards off evil and evil will appear.

No matter when it's your turn, the dark, quiet and small space inside the quilt, where no one disturbs you, is the most trustworthy.

The two of them are now covered by the quilt, as if they have temporarily escaped from this world.

"Say it again."

Ling Su lay on the carpet, his eyes were as bright as setting off fireworks in the subconscious world: "Small Curly, say it again."

"Furniture City?" Zhuang Die was still a little dizzy from the shaking, "The kind that sells furniture..."

He just said one sentence, but was interrupted by Ling Su eagerly: "Not from here, just the last sentence, and say the last sentence again."

Zhuang Die silently recited what he had said from the beginning to the end, and then he remembered what to say: "...to completely redecorate our home."

He repeated this sentence carefully, only to realize the key words in it belatedly.

Zhuang Die himself was a little unresponsive.

This somewhat out-of-bounds statement seems to have been mixed in along the whole sentence without any reliable logical processing.Zhuang Die couldn't even remember what he was thinking...or maybe he really didn't think about anything.

He didn't think anything, just subconsciously thought so, so he said so.

"Our home." Zhuang Die couldn't help repeating. At this moment, he suddenly became a little nervous, and there was an inexplicable enthusiasm behind his ears, "Captain, is it okay to say so?"

After he finished asking the question, before Ling Su could answer, he sorted out the logic in a low voice: "We will live here, work together, and be lazy together, and this place will be changed into a safe house for the two of us in the future... I Can pay a lot of rent.”

Zhuang Die's small treasury has not been moved at all. He doesn't mind using it all to pay rent or bear renovation costs. Anyway, meals and other expenses are covered by the special event handling team, and there is nothing else to spend money on.

"What's the average life expectancy now? It seems to be 85 years old. Our job shouldn't last that long." Zhuang Die quickly calculated, "We need to save enough rent for 60 years in a limited time, or I At that time, I will go to a few other jobs..."

He was uncontrollably obsessed with the calculation of income and expenditure for a few minutes, only to realize that Ling Su had been silent all along.

The quilt was pitch black, and nothing could be seen clearly. Zhuang Die couldn't help but want to lift a small corner: "Captain?"

"No problem." Ling Su held his hand in time, "There will be no problem at all."

Zhuang Die keenly noticed that Ling Su's voice was much hoarse than usual, and the palm of the hand holding him was cold, even trembling slightly.

He frowned, and immediately groped to find Ling Su's temple.

Because of the inaccurate landing, the first thing he met was Ling Su's eyes.A hot wet feeling scalded his fingers, and Zhuang Die felt as if his chest had been scalded.

This feeling is extremely strange to Zhuang Die.

He had never experienced this kind of feeling before—although his thinking was almost stagnant, his brain was blank, but his consciousness was fluctuating unprecedentedly. The feeling of being "alive" obviously surpassed the accumulation of all previous moments.

Zhuang Di froze in place, he couldn't deal with this feeling, the torrent of complex emotions whizzed and roared, and he heard his own rapid heartbeat that seemed to burst out of his chest.

"Don't worry, I'm fine...it's not a headache."

Ling Su adjusted his state before him, and slowly let go of the hand that was tightly wrapped around Zhuang Die's wrist like a drowning man pulling a straw, and rubbed the little curly hair that would not move: "This is a A mixed feeling of intense joy and fear."

Zhuang Die whispered in his palm: "Captain, why is there still fear?"

"How should I put it?" Ling Su thought for a while, "Because this experience is so wonderful."

Regarding the feeling of falling before falling asleep, the reason why there is such an outrageous explanation is that the feeling is so beautiful at the moment when the body and mind are completely relaxed when half asleep and half awake.

In human cognition, it is necessary to make the brain tremble in such an overly beautiful state to confirm whether one is still alive.

The most reliable theory so far is that it is a survival instinct left over from ancient evolution.

Because at that time, most of the near-perfect experiences came from hallucinations, and hallucinations usually meant eating hallucinogenic plants-especially poisonous mushrooms, but also some types of cacti, fungi, and other flowers and plants, So our brains remain on high alert for the experience.

"But it's actually different now." Ling Su said softly, "During thousands of years of evolution, we have become more complicated, harder to satisfy, and more ambitious...but it's also actually easier. There's this thought of 'just stop here'."

"That's what I thought just now." Zhuang Die held Ling Su's other hand, letting him touch his intense heartbeat, "But I also think it's more important for us to decorate together."

Ling Su couldn't help laughing, he grabbed the back of Little Curly's head, and hid him in his arms: "Yes."

Zhuang Die touched his wet and cold forehead, clutched his sleeves and wiped it off bit by bit according to his feeling.

"This is one of the most important causes of dream changes... Whether it's due to joy, fear, or other more complicated emotions, our consciousness suddenly gets stuck in the normal flow."

Ling Su closed his eyes: "If you just stop for a while, a mutated dream will appear. If you stay stuck in it and can't get out, a dream field will grow."

Zhuang Die asked: "If you don't get stuck, but you can write down all the details?"

"Then this kind of emotion will gradually accumulate and precipitate, and become a more stable and profound feeling."

Ling Su smiled: "No matter what time it is, if we find out the few seconds we just had, we can still experience exactly the same feeling..."

Ling Su didn't continue immediately, lifted the quilt with one hand, and carefully put Zhuang Die back on the bed.

"Now let's have a good sleep." Ling Su said softly, "Write down tonight."

Zhuang Die leaned against the pillow and nodded, but still refused to take his eyes off for a moment.

Ling Su raised the corner of his mouth and turned off the reading light in a compromise.

He lay down, hugged the little curly hair that was still a little bit unrelieved, and re-tucked the quilt for the two of them: "After finishing the summary tomorrow, let's go to the furniture store."

Zhuang Die added earnestly: "Redecorate our house."

Ling Su closed his eyes.

Under the dim soft light, his eyelashes trembled, and he pulled Zhuang Die closer into his arms.

Zhuang Die still felt that the captain was not telling the truth.He felt that Ling Su still seemed uncomfortable, but the current state seemed to be better than before... After connecting and integrating all the scattered clues, fragments, and pictures of memories, he seemed to finally feel a little pattern.

"Captain." Zhuang Die stroked his hair, "Aren't you allowed to have your own emotions?"

The instructor who was as cold as AI in the general manager's memory may not be simply a matter of being too young or having a silent and alienated personality.

Ling Su didn't answer this question right away, he was silent for a while before smiling, and said softly, "Little Curly, say it again."

Zhuang Die was a little hesitant, but Ling Su quickly found his wrist accurately.

"I want to hear." Ling Su shook his wrist, "Tell me again, I stole you home."

Zhuang Die touched Ling Su's wet short hair, and he felt the slightly tangled short hair twitching in his palm.

At a certain moment, Zhuang Die seemed to see countless "few seconds" recorded. He couldn't see the specific appearance of those pictures, but every moment seemed to hide unparalleled warmth and happiness.

"Let's not talk about that, Captain."

Zhuang Die and him lay head to head: "I'll tell you next... I was just about to apply to you for permanent residency here, only to find out that this is our home for a few seconds."

Zhuang Die said softly, "Get a good night's sleep first, I'll find you in my dream and tell you slowly."