[Group Wearing Song Dynasty] The Glory of the Sky

Qingyu flipped through the relevant information on the human brain scan, and unconsciously began to lose her mind.

If it is only about ability, Long Mu is probably the most suitable person to succeed the head of state.

He is able to adapt to multi-threaded work, is good at risk assessment and long-term planning, and is able to coordinate multiple aspects in parallel, perhaps even better than those branches.

If he is here, I am afraid that even the Finance Ministry and the Bureau of Statistics will start to lay off staff. After all, many tasks can be completed on a large scale as long as they are equipped with sufficiently sophisticated procedures.

But with his too pure temperament, if he entered a place like the Senate, he might be gnawed to the bone.

When I think of bones, I feel a little hungry for no reason.

Qingyu rubbed her face, thinking about what it was all about, she raised her hand and said, "Xiao Mu? Let's go eat?"

Long Mu stared at the screen, and asked after a while: "Do you think it is possible to completely keep people's thinking on the cloud?"

"Don't be joking." Qingyu said coolly: "The premise of doing this is that the connection between the brain and the helmet cannot be interrupted. As long as the brain dies, it is impossible to continue anyone's life."

Wanting to project thoughts on clouds forever is like letting the moon shine forever.

But the moon itself does not emit light.

As long as the sun goes out, the moon will sleep forever in darkness.

"I kind of want to completely dismantle ZETA to see what parts can be used." Long Mu flipped through the information with a little headache, and continued to think: "Right now even the high-speed rail has not been built, and the repair of ZETA is just an addition. A lot of maintenance costs."

Qingyu looked at him with her chin propped up a little strangely, and said slowly, "Long Mu."

"Ok?"

"You really...don't feel anything about your grandpa's stuff at all?"

Can't you understand his obsession, his unwillingness, and his pain?

Not to mention what you paid for it, at least you have some empathy, right?

If Qingyu's father had been building a building block for 30 years and handed it over to him, he would definitely continue to take this thing seriously with the affection for his father-this is human nature.

Long Mu stopped browsing the information, thought about it again, and was still a little dazed: "What about my grandpa—what does it have to do with me?"

Qingyu stared at him for a few seconds, and said, "You won't feel the same pride because of his outstanding achievements, and you won't be ashamed of yourself because of his scandal, right?"

"……Any questions."

The problem is, the computational and logical part of your brain has taken over all the emotional experience.

Qingyu really wanted to take a picture of his brain to see if his big and small brains looked different from other people's.

The news of Liu Xun arrived at the right time, it was a text message inviting them to Yangzhou Songyue Tower to have a whole fish feast.

Long Mu decided to continue working and just eat some sandwiches to fill his stomach, Qingyu simply drove to meet them by himself, and would pack some to bring to him later.

There are not many people who come to eat, and they are all close friends who rarely attend.

Sun Ci and Hu Fei were so busy with diplomatic affairs between the two countries that it was rare for them to go out for a meal with their boss.

Bailu and Li Luan finally came to get together when they were free, and they also brought local specialties from Chuzhou and Linyi, and distributed them to everyone as gifts.

"Long Mu won't come?" Qian Fan said with a smile, "You're doing—science again, aren't you?"

Qingyu nodded, lowered her head and concentrated on eating sparrow cakes.

"It's convenient to be with Director Long," Sun Ci sighed beside him: "He can solve everything, and he is also an expert in any subject. He is simply omnipotent—not to mention he is so cute!"

"No," Qingyu interrupted slowly: "He still can't tell the difference between Page and George, and he can't remember my birthday."

While it's more likely to be 'don't care' than 'can't remember', it's just annoying.

"What about hobbies? Do you usually have common hobbies?" Sun Ci gossiped, "Play video games together?"

Qingyu picked up another piece of dragon beard crisps, and shook her head slowly: "Does it count to do experiments and write papers together?"

"Then it's good to be a friend, but it's terrible to be a lover..." Sun Ci sighed for a long time, winked at him and said, "There are many young girls in the Senate who like you—and there are young men too."

Zhao Qingyu didn't expect that he was the one who was being gossiped about his love life today, he held the piece of dragon beard crisp and laughed dumbly, and looked at Liu Xun with a slightly begging look in his eyes.

"Hey, don't look at me," Liu Xi waved his hand: "You have been single for six years, and your father has been gossiping with me about your relationship problems since the first year of the Mutant Change."

"Besides," he paused for a few seconds, "Are you planning to just guard Longmu until he dies of old age?"

Li Luan rubbed Qingyu's fluffy hair meaningfully.

Qingyu burst out laughing, waved her chopsticks and said, "Eat, eat."

Qian Fan stood up with dignity and started pouring beer for everyone.

A change in time and space made them all lose their close partners and family members more or less.

Every year during Chinese New Year, Liu Xi would find a place to smoke two cigarettes and talk to his parents in another time and space.

Director Wu of the Power Supply Bureau has not found any partner until now, and there are still photos of the newlyweds hanging above the bed at home.

People like Liu Zi Lian who have experienced too much can sometimes be calm and restrained when dealing with a lost relationship.

But both Qingyu and Longmu were children who lost their parents when they were teenagers.

Long Mu has a robot-like cold mind, this is indeed indisputable.

But Qingyu sometimes spends most of the time at Longmu's place, trying to fill the empty hole in her heart.

Once he leaves Long Mu, his hole will only get bigger and bigger, and the deep sadness and depression will not be able to hide.

They have been together for six years, and these six years have transformed each other's existence into a deep-seated habit.

On Monday, we will go to the underground station to repair ZETA. On Tuesday, we will go to the Lions Group to hold a shareholder meeting. On Wednesday, we will meet at the Senate meeting. On Thursday, we may have time to watch a movie together.

Zhao Qingyu clinked glasses with them and chatted and laughed, but her heart was a little withdrawn and she was thinking about other things.

It might not be a bad thing to hug someone who may never be able to give even the slightest response.

As long as you don't ask too much greedy, maybe there is nothing.

When he returned to the laboratory with the warm packing box, the pale light was still on.

Everything here is the same as it was three or four hours ago.

In the air there is the slight buzzing sound of the case when it is running, and the knocking sound of the keyboard is also rising and falling from time to time.

Qingyu leaned against the door, looked at the back of the distant figure who was concentrating on summarizing the data for a long time, and did not speak while holding the packing box.

"Are you back?" Long Mu didn't stop working, but only smelled the smell in the air: "Bring me shrimp?"

"Ah."

"The people from Yishi called just now, saying that there was something wrong with the budget approval." Long Mu continued to watch the screen, and continued: "I have already solved it."

"Ah."

Long Mu paused when he was typing on the keyboard, stopped working, and turned his chair to look at him.

"Are you not happy?"

Sapphire's eyes met his for a short while, then staggered again.

"Ah."

Almost everyone knew that as long as Qingyu stopped raving about it and caused trouble, then [-]% of them would be bored.

Long Mu thought for a while and said, "Do you need me to leave here and let you be quiet?"

Zhao Qingyu suddenly laughed.

He put down the packing box and walked towards him step by step.

Long Mu had no awareness of his personal feelings at all, and at this moment he didn't even make a subconscious move to step back, he just sat there defenseless, still looking up at him slightly.

Qingyu bent down, and the distance between the two became closer and closer, and they could even hear each other's breathing.

He directly put one hand on the desk next to Long Mu, enveloping him in his shadow.

With the flick of a finger for six years, the passage of time makes people feel nothing.

The fledgling tenderness on Long Mu's body has long since faded away, and he has now become an adult.

Gentle, calm, as cold and silent as a jade.

Long Mu still stared into his eyes, without rapid heartbeat, no avoidance and no rapid breathing.

He didn't think it was an ambiguous hint, but was observing what Qingyu wanted to do.

Qingyu bowed her head and kissed him.

Just approaching with downcast eyes, a kiss with the aroma of malt.

There was no extra movement, no tossing and turning, as if it was just the hand-to-hand meeting.

Long Mu let him end the kiss, and only blinked slowly.

But Qingyu had no intention of leaving.

He stared at those overly calm eyes, smiled slightly angrily, and only pressed his shoulder with the other hand: "I don't feel anything, right, huh?"

Long Mu raised his hand and touched his face, with a sense of comfort: "You've been drinking."

Qingyu pressed the hand on his shoulder slightly harder, and leaned forward to kiss him again.

Like a beast licking a wound, a long and uncontrollable kiss.

Long Mu knew that he didn't have the strength to break free from his restraint, so he was forced to exchange breath together, and made a slight whimpering sound when he was kissed.

The former brother-like sapphire has transformed into a deeper and proud person.

He is so proud that he refuses to ask for anything, even if he desires to the extreme, he will not open his mouth to test or hint.

Instead, go directly to grab it.

The sound of the chassis running is like a shallow beep.

When Qingyu got up, she only frowned and glanced at him, and said after a while, "Don't you feel offended?"

Long Mu finally had a chance to sit up straight, but his breath was still a little unsteady.

"Zhao Qingyu."

Qingyu had never been called by his name before, and when he suddenly heard these three words, he woke up instantly, took a step back subconsciously, and explained reflexively: "I'm sorry, I really—"

Long Mu frowned and looked at him, "Do you like me?"

Qingyu wondered if you could follow the script, would you die if you spoke a little more tactfully, she wiped her mouth and coughed, "I don't know."

He really didn't have a clear mind today.

Why kissed him, why did these things, and the anger just now, all messed up my heart.

"Go sober up first." Long Mu lowered his head and wrote a formula, then said calmly, "Talk to me after you can solve the correct answer."