Scrap iron abo

The moment Chu Yu woke up, the glands in the back of his neck still had the burning pain from his dream, which reminded him of the asphalt road that was run over by machines in summer.

The dark curtains are wide open, leaving only light-transmitting pure-color gauze curtains, covering most of the dazzling light.The filtered early morning scrambled to infiltrate, crawling towards the sheets, making Chu Lu's curled fingers transparent.

For a moment, he couldn't tell whether he was a human, an artificial human, or an incorporeal gaseous state.

Memories scrambled in.He had a splitting headache remembering the feeling of being scalded by a stencil iron and being forced into artificial pheromones.

At that time, he remembered the two people who were discussing in low voices outside, he didn't dare to exclaim, he didn't dare to move rashly, he let himself toss around in the opaque belly of the machine, he only dared to reach out and grab the air indiscriminately.

The walls of the roaring machine were slippery, and he managed to catch the artificial man's arm several times.The slumbering artificial figures are like exquisite and dull exhibits, terribly cold.There are one or two oga, it seems that he was caught with bloodstains, right?I don't know if the random inspection robot found out in time and removed those two people for scrap.

Afterwards, Chu Yu tried to act as a perfect product without subjective consciousness, packed it into a finished product box, and left this damn place.

Too bad the scorched nape is still too obvious as a blemish.Soon, photoelectric detection found him, and after two beeps, he was forced to slide out of the last rejecting wheel.

In the end, he narrowly escaped from the cart carrying waste products—thanks to the rapid development of artificial intelligence, all levels are completely unsupervised by humans, and are all operated by robots.

Fortunately, no matter how confused Chu Yan was in pain, he was able to fool one or two transport robots with poor procedures by relying on his brain that was almost on strike.

When Chu Yu broke through the pried open door, the leader and security guard had long since disappeared.Probably they thought the factory was too noisy, so they found a small room to stay at random.

Chu Yan breathed hot, half-opened his eyes and thought, braving the typhoon and running around like headless chickens.

The pain of being almost torn apart is hard for him to recall today. He only remembers that he finally escaped to a piece of green grass, just in time to witness the moment when the typhoon stopped.

He "plopped" and fell down, with his arms over his swollen eyes, and he developed a high fever with the smell of rotten flesh, and he didn't care whether the typhoon would come back and sweep him into the sky.

For him, this experience was simply unbelievable.After all, before his parents and elder brother left one after another, he was so delicate that he would lock all the windows in the house whenever the wind blows.

When teaching, Liang Yici always liked to make jokes, commenting that this student is a beautiful paper tiger-he pretends to be fierce on weekdays, but when it rains, he will reveal his original shape and turn into transparent pages, making people uncomfortable If you dare to touch it with great strength, you can only carefully dry the wet book in front of the desk and wait for the weather to clear.

Chu Yan would always blush at the teacher's description, but he was unwilling to refute it with reason, for fear of appearing ungenerous.

Liang Yici could see it, and would stare at him with a smile, his sea-blue eyes were sly.Seeing him glance over his head, bite his lower lip tightly, and look like his tail was stepped on, Liang Yici slowly stretched out his hand, rubbed his hair carefully, coaxed him in a low voice, and said, "Good boy, brother, just kidding!" of."

Liang Yici would occasionally call himself "brother" only after annoying him.

Usually he has no airs in front of other students, but when it's Chu's turn, he likes to pretend to be serious most of the time.Sometimes when Chu Yu went to the office to look for him, he would see him knocking on the table with a pen cap, and sternly told Chu Yu not to call him by his first name directly, but to obediently call him "Professor Liang".

These understated daily routines have turned into blunt knives for gouging out flesh and blood at some point, leaving Chu Xi in a mess and bloody mess.

He fell to the land like a dying seabird, burning like a phoenix.Afterwards, he started rolling on the grass, ignoring the wet water droplets on his face and lips, murmuring the word "brother" one after another, and accidentally got a few grass tips in his mouth.

The so-called "fresh smell after the rain" is all deceitful nonsense after literary processing.Chu Yan repeatedly "bah" several times, and then coughed non-stop, thinking that the taste is clearly bitter, better than unprocessed raw

Qiao is much more unpalatable.

Chu Yu tossed and turned in pain, and chanted up and down, but he couldn't tell who those "brother" calls were.

The night wind was raging, and the dawn was approaching, but he was still kicked out of the gate of hell by the King of Hades.

Who told him to think of Liang Yici who was still alone and helpless in prison before he was completely freed.His mental state has almost collapsed, and he is no longer afraid of death.But he still can't be carefree.

He could only force himself to live and continue to be tortured in the world.

The sun finally wrapped around the clouds, delicately reflecting oga's dirty and sweaty skin.It's a good sign of rain.

Have those who hunted him down exhausted their energy?Do you call it a day and report the target to your superiors as dead, or do you continue hunting for him like a rat?

Chu Yan's face turned pale from the cold, and he slowly got up, dust fell from his half-packed clothes.He wanted to laugh a little, he was so painful that he was about to pass out, after rolling out of the cart, he still remembered to pick up his crumpled clothes and run away while wearing them, regardless of whether he was wearing them wrong or not.

Chu Yan half crawled and half staggered, his slender waist seemed particularly vulnerable.After he managed to move into the dark and damp hiding place, he bumped into Yeke who was peeling off the candy paper seriously before he fell down.

Ye Ke raised his head in a daze, blinked his eyes twice, and was taken aback by his miserable state.He subconsciously let out a "hey", quickly grabbed the candy, helped Chu Yu sit on the ground, stared at Chu Yu's dirty face, and then looked at the candy he had peeled off in his palm.

If it was changed to other times, Chu Yan would definitely watch the other party with guarded eyes, trying his best to analyze the other party's position and degree of good and evil.However, Chu Yu was already dying that day.

His brain's oxygen supply is insufficient, he can only think about Liang Yici, and has no time to consider whether the very young oga in front of him will take advantage of the fire or scare the police.

Chu Yan closed his red eyes, panted heavily with his lips open, like a damaged statue smashed by the enemy, lifeless and crumbling.

After a while, his pale lips suddenly touched the sweetness of toffee.He sucked it in a daze, carefully licked it with the tip of his tongue, and it was so sweet that he almost cried out.

"You... what's your name?" After Ye Ke contacted Cui Mian who was not far away with a communicator in distress, she began to worry that this embarrassed oga would not be able to hold on to a long sleep, so she had to rack her brains to search for topics.

It stands to reason that Chu Yu shouldn't have answered him.

He should politely decline the other party's kindness, and find a way to leave before the friend contacted by the other party comes.

However, maybe the smell of toffee between his lips and teeth has not dissipated, or maybe it's because his concern for Liang Yici forced him to do his best to survive, and he didn't exhaust his strength to refuse.

His eye sockets were sunken, and his light frame seemed to shatter at the touch of a touch. His clothes were torn in several places like soaked kraft paper, crumpled and dirty.After slowly opening his almost exhausted eyes, he stared at the underage oga in front of him in confusion.

He looked at it for too long, causing the other party to move his toes and hang his head even more uncomfortably.

"Ah, it's okay if you don't want to say it." Ye Ke changed his words dryly.

He rubbed it in his pocket for a long time, convinced that the candy just now was the last one, so he lowered his arms in frustration and sighed: "I just need a code name. After all, it seems impolite to call you 'Hello', and my friend has to scold me again. "

After a long time, Chu Yan clenched his painful right hand that was slipped by the small stone, forced a smile, and thanked weakly.

At that moment, he inexplicably remembered the alha Christian he met when Liang Yici and Liang Yici represented the college to visit the church.

That day, the white T-shirt worn by Chu Yu happened to have the very artistic number 11 printed on it. The Christian was close to them, and he glanced at them in the church.

After Liang Yici found out, he frowned slightly, and quickly looked away lightly, took two steps forward to completely cover the man's gaze, and even gently hugged Chu Yi's shoulder when he was distracted.

After the Christian realized something was wrong, he was stunned for a long time, and then smiled.After going out, he took the initiative to explain, saying that he had no other intentions, but that he liked it very much.

The numbers on Huan Chulu's chest reminded him of the numbers in the Bible.

"Really?" Liang Yici was not embarrassed by misunderstanding the other party, and continued to use his body to separate Chu Yu from the plain-looking alha, and was very interested in asking the other party about his blind spots in knowledge.

The Christian told him kindly that three represents the number of God, six represents the number of man, twelve represents the mingling of humanity and divinity, but eleven has nothing.

"This number is lonely and holy." Christian said, "It always reminds me of those who have no past."

Chu Yan stared at Ye Ke's face in a daze, not daring to think about the past, for fear that Liang Yici's face would appear again.His throat felt as if it had been scratched by sandpaper, and he felt extremely uncomfortable. He didn't want to talk too much, so he shrank his legs and lowered his arms lightly.

In order to divert his attention as soon as possible, he even forgot about his obsession with cleanliness, and based on the principle of saying a sentence is a sentence, he ticked the character "Ⅺ" on the ground with his fingertips.

Ye Ke leaned down to stare at the deep finger marks on the ground, blinked and asked, "Xi... Xi?"

Chu Yan didn't expect the other party to pronounce his name out of self-defeating. After a moment of stunned, he coughed and smiled weakly: "It's actually 11 in Roman numerals."

Before Ye Ke could change his words embarrassingly, he turned his head away again, covered his mouth with his hand that didn't touch the soil, and said sullenly, "But I happen to have only one name."

"Is it hope?" Ye Ke asked excitedly, like a child who had won a limited number of cards while eating snacks.

"...No...it's sadness..." Chu Yan responded vaguely, his voice gradually lowering.Before he could finish his words, he fell to the side with a "boom", completely unconscious.

Chu Yan continued to have a high fever, and his closed thin white eyelids were covered with black spots, and he didn't fully wake up until a week later.

After waking up, his gaze was fixed on a few strange and pleasantly surprised faces, his chapped lips parted, and he was so confused that he didn't make a sound for a long time.

Thick gauze covered the back of his white neck, and the anesthetic had not worn off, so he didn't feel any pain.The skin was covered with heat and itched like an allergy.He turned his face uncomfortably, his eyelashes drooping, not knowing how to face the enthusiasm of these strangers.

His memory was shrouded in a nameless thick fog, and the hippocampus looked like an old house with a blocked chimney and a burning fireplace, and also like a battlefield where bullet holes were everywhere and the army retreated.His life was like a reef washed by the sea, and he basically forgot everything except some irrelevant personal information.

As a psychiatrist, Cui Mian was the first to realize that Chu Yu was uncomfortable, so he took off his mask, drove away the friends who were chattering and asking oga "how do you feel" with his eyes, pulled out a chair and sat down, and patiently worked for Chu Yu psychological counseling.

At first Chu Yu remained silent, like a polite clam shell.After a long time, Cui Mian managed to pry his mouth open.

Chu Yan confessed his amnesia, Cui Mian did not show any surprise, but continued to analyze for him persuasively.

"As far as I know, such accidents are unavoidable during the production of artificial human oga." Cui Mian said plainly, as if it was not a big deal, "After all, the technology of recording deceased human memories into artificial human brains is obviously not enough. Not skilled enough."

Chu Yan gave a low "En", retracted his chin, and relaxed again.

"Fortunately, the machine can't detect this small defect, so you have not been sent to the destruction program, but exiled as a slow-moving product." Cui Mian said softly, "Don't worry, according to the current situation, the exiled artificial human oga In addition to living in a lot of poverty, the degree of freedom is far better than the high-quality goods raised by the upper class—presumably you are not a person who cares about vanity."

Chu Yu smiled noncommittally.

Cui Mian chatted about some meaningless but relaxing topic.Chu Yan managed to regain his strength, stared at the other person's relaxing brows, and asked, "Those were artificial humans who were exiled just now...but you seem to be a beta?"

"Ah, I was discovered by you." Cui Mian touched the tip of his nose in astonishment, and smiled, "Don't be sexist. Not all alhas and betas are jerks."

"I didn't mean that." Chu Yu whispered apologetically.

"Well, I'm just kidding." Cui Mian blinked and said, "I have no other purpose, just to facilitate finding someone, so I decided to get in touch with artificial humans. I also met Ye Ke and them by chance."

"It must be very lucky." Chu Yan said politely and sincerely.

"Well. Since there are people who are more suitable to be friends, I don't need to continue to hang out with some bullying betas." Cui Mian couldn't help rubbing his eyes lightly when he said this.

He pulled the quilt for Chu Yu, and said softly: "One must stick to some principles, and not make a decision that one regrets just because one is afraid of being isolated."

Chu Yu nodded.The back of his neck covered by the gauze was too uncomfortable, and his shaved black hair was fluffy on his head, making a rustling sound against the pillow.

For some reason, he always felt that this beta doctor seemed to be about to cry when he talked about common sense.

The beta in front of him was at least a lifesaver, and Chu Yan couldn't turn a blind eye to it.But he was not good at comforting others, so he pursed his lips and turned his head away, seeing the two candies placed beside the pillow.

It must have been left by the kid.

Chu Yan licked his dry lips, ignored the other party's disapproving "Hey!", stretched out his wet arm from under the quilt, grabbed a piece of candy with his soft fingers, and stuffed it smoothly into the palm that Cui Mian was about to tuck the quilt for himself .

Then he quickly retracted his arms, quickly closed his eyes, his skin was flushed with blood, and he almost merged with the temporarily separated white hospital bed.

"..." Cui Mian stared blankly at the candy in his palm, his arms bobbing in mid-air.He looked up at Chu Yu's side face pretending to be asleep, and after a while he smiled out of relief.

"Thank you, Xiaoxi."

This strange name was like a wet cloth soaked in salt water, tightly covering Chu's mouth and nose.Inexplicably, a deep voice slid in his mind, as if he had called him in a deeper and more tender tone.

who is it?Chu Yu couldn't remember.He could only clearly feel that his heart was being grasped by an invisible big hand, squeezing it hard, squeezing out the overly concentrated lemon juice, which made his eyes wet with sourness.

It's a pity that the voice only existed for a moment, and when he tried to investigate it further, he couldn't remember any details.

It's an illusion caused by amnesia.

"I also saved your life. Now that I've accepted your candy, we're friends, right?" Cui Mian didn't teach Yeke like he usually did, saying that "eating candy bad teeth" ruins the atmosphere. Instead, he chose to put the candy in his pocket carefully, and when Chu Yi raised his eyelids to look over, he reminded softly, "...According to our judgment, there is a high probability that the back of your neck was accidentally injured due to the out-of-control temperature of the machine. Yes. It will take some time to fully recover."

Chu Yan's ten fingers hidden in the quilt were slightly clenched, but he said something he didn't care about.

Cui Mian didn't expose him, and continued to suggest: "If you can't remember the past for a while, and you have nowhere to go, why not stay with us - wait until you remember who your relatives and friends are, and then go slowly to find them, how about it? "

……

The wrist tightened suddenly.

Chu Yan hastily restrained his memories, stared down at the buckled finger with sharp knuckles, and all the grief and pain ebbed away for a while, turning into the lingering lingering death of last night.

"Are you awake?" When he was young, Liang Yici pulled him into his arms in a hoarse voice, clasped his waist tightly, hooped him to his chest, closed his eyes and moved closer, kissing the roots of his ears once and for all.

I don't know if it was too sensitive or too shocking, Chu Yan visibly shivered.

He belatedly realized that his state was naked.Everything reveals a fact that makes him feel like being struck by lightning.

Although his thighs were extremely clean and free from dirt, the soreness at the base of his legs was unmistakable.The whole body has been disassembled and then reassembled. The gaps between every bone are seeking for a sense of existence, which is as heavy as honey and forced to stick.

Suddenly, the edge of the quilt they were covering was lifted, and the wind scrambled to rush in.The place that was stretched open last night didn't seem to be completely closed, and it was so cold in an instant that Chu Lu was miserable.Fortunately, alha behind him noticed it in time, and stuck it up tightly, blocking the restless airflow like annoyance, preventing the wind from rushing into his mark

Remembered site.

"...You..." Chu Yan was powerless to deal with the situation at this moment, and his eyes turned black.

He didn't know how he woke up completely changed.

Liang Yici frowned when he heard the hoarse voice of the man in his arms.He opened his eyes, immediately covered Chu Yu's mouth with his warm palm, and whispered softly in Chu Yu's ear.

The hot breath licked up like tongues of fire, and half of Chu Yi's body froze immediately.It was hard for him not to groan, so he gritted his teeth and chose to remain silent.

"You wanted me last night." After a while, Liang Yici grabbed his narrow waist to prevent him from moving, and preemptively complained, "You accidentally caused a flood and asked me to stop it, remember?"

"..." Chu Yan vaguely remembered the embarrassing things he said in a crying voice last night, and his face turned red and white for a moment.

Seeing that the oga in his arms stopped moving, Liang Yici secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

He let go of Chu Yu's wrist, and gently stroked Chu Yu's right hand, from the base of the palm to the tip of his fingers.In the end, he inserted his five fingers abruptly, changed into a gesture of clasping his fingers, and said with a low smile, "I soaked there all night, and it's all swollen by you, and it's still swollen now."

Liang Yici hasn't said such indecent flirting words for many years, let alone such a large scale.Chu Yan was inexperienced and didn't know how to deal with it at all. His throat seemed to be blocked, and the roots of his ears were so red that they were about to bleed.

Realizing that this trick was useful, Liang Yici pushed forward in slow motion, and moved his thin lips closer to bite the tip of Chu Yan's hot ear.

He licked, sucked, smiled lowly, and pretended to be aggrieved: "Talking is useless, you can feel it."