Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 82 The Man Who Only Exists in Fiction

Back home, Lu Mingfei was thinking about something, not practicing. The Children's Palace prepared mineral water for the students and coaches. In the past, he didn't know what to do with the bottle, and he didn't care. Now that the uncle wants it, he will go to the Children's Palace tomorrow to help Just ask.

On the way up the stairs, I met two families, a young couple and an old lady. The rent in this area is cheap, and the young people who have just left the society are also struggling. Naturally, many people choose Laojingxiang.

Lu Mingfei greeted them one by one, maybe because of the old man, or maybe because of the unique atmosphere of the old well alley, most of the residents here are smiling, and the solemnity and numbness of the big city people are rarely seen on their faces. Come slowly, like a walk.

After entering the house, Lu Mingfei put down his bag and went to check how the calligraphy exercises had been dried in the shade in the past few days. The rice paper was the original cheap rice paper, and it was not framed. Otherwise, I lost the interest of buying materials for paper.

Lu Mingfei checked them one by one, and the dried ones were almost the same.

It's only been a few days, the rental room has already been filled with a faint fragrance of ink, which made Lu Mingfei carry some on his body, but he himself didn't realize it, but today he was beaten in a duel with Yuanyuan. This girl was discovered.

Mo Xiang, it's really unexpected to say that Lu Mingfei said so. He thought that when he was learning painting with masters in Kyushu, even if he soaked in the ink tank every day, he could use so many waste manuscripts to make snowmen, and his body would still be covered. There is no fragrance of ink, only the pungent blood that a pond of osmanthus flowers can't cover.

Oh, Yan Luo.

After clearing the set, Lu Mingfei punched his fists to gather his mind before starting today's homework.

"Are you going to stand up?"

It's Norma.

"Ah."

"You stood up earlier today than a few days ago."

"Go to bed early and get up early."

Lu Mingfei smiled.

"There's something else to do tomorrow."

In the past few days, he has gotten to know Norma a little better. He only has a smart phone at hand. Although the performance is powerful and even comparable to a computer, the screen is too small and there are no suitable games, except for Norma to play movies and songs. In addition, the role of chatting is left.

Although this Norma doesn't have the real sense of life like the girl in the white dress I saw that day, it's good to chat occasionally, at least to the extent that she has passed the Turing test, and she is still an artificial intelligence.

After standing on the pile, the sky was already full of stars. When I looked up, I saw sunflowers blooming brilliantly in an attic. The owner of the house still didn't come back. After staying for a few days, Lu Mingfei also got the impression that this family didn't go home at dawn, but went back. The family didn't go out all day, and when Lu Mingfei came back from the Children's Palace, he left again.

It seems that he is in two completely parallel worlds with normal people. He goes out when people are sleeping soundly, and lives in seclusion when people go out. There are several times when Lu Mingfei wants to directly ask the uncle who lives there, but he can’t say anything. Forget it anyway.

Although the building is also owned by the uncle, he must know who the residents are, but it is not good to ask other people's identity for no reason.

What's more, so what if you ask?
"Yama."

Norma said.

"Do you need me to help you obtain the identity information of the residents in the attic opposite?"

"That's okay too?"

"Well, it will take about three seconds, please wait a moment."

"Forget it, forget it."

Lu Mingfei waved his hands again and again.

"Aren't you curious?"

asked Norma.

"Artificial intelligence can already do this?"

Lu Mingfei exclaimed at first, and then smiled back.

"Yeah, I'm curious."

"Live in such a narrow attic, and it's full of sunflowers."

"No matter how poor you are, you have to grow flowers. I really don't know who would do such a thing."

"Is it a girl or a boy?"

"What else does he do besides planting flowers? Does he have a cat? For example, a black cat that sleeps quietly on the owner's plush slippers, quietly accompanying the owner when he draws pictures or writes poems."

"What does this man do for a living?"

Lu Mingfei was lying on the window sill, and the evening wind in early summer was blowing. He looked at the attic opposite and smiled slightly.

"An ordinary job? It shouldn't be. I always feel that a white-collar worker sitting in an office or a waiter in a restaurant, no matter which one is too far from the image of a loft resident."

"Do you understand, that kind of distance, in the image of an attic dweller, should go wandering, wandering, and dying on the way to a distant place, how could it fall into a real life position?"

At this point, Lu Mingfei smiled in embarrassment.

"But I know."

"impossible."

"The kind of person who died on the way to a distant place can only exist in novels."

"Everyone wants to live."

"Maybe the people in the attic opposite are moving cement buckets at the construction site."

"Perhaps working in the tavern of the flies."

"So, although I'm curious, I don't want to know."

Lu Mingfei said.

"Because the person who lives in the attic opposite is already alive in my mind."

"The figure of this man is so three-dimensional and full."

"Why do you need to break it with cruel reality?"

"Imagine?"

Norma said.

"Yeah, imagine."

Lu Mingfei tapped his temple.

"There are only two things in this world that can resist time and become eternal. One is death and the other is imagination."

""As long as I remember her, remember them, then no one is dead. :
"Strange theory."

Norma said.

"Incomprehensible."

"Hahaha."

"Of course."

Lu Mingfei smiled generously.

"This is a power that only humans can master."

"Power?"

Norma murmured.

"Imagine."

"Stop talking, get ready to sleep."

Lu Mingfei went to the bathroom.

"Norma, watch Howl's Moving Castle tonight."

"receive."

"No, everything about Lily Zhou is fine."

"receive."

Lu Mingfei, who was squeezing toothpaste, hummed happily.

Accompanied by the ethereal singing from the mobile phone.

He seems to have seen the young man wearing a headset to adjust the radio station in a large flower field to supplement the messages from afar.

Artificial intelligence is good.

Lu Mingfei thought.

If it were a human girl, I would ask for this one, and then that one, and I guess the pillow has already been smashed.

In the past, Lu Mingfei would write a picture after standing at night to calm his mind.

Today is nothing more, he went to bed early.

"Good night, Norma."

"Good night, Yan Luo."

The girl's ethereal humming sounded again.

With the windows open, the light of the stars and the moon shines on the ground, and the wind is gentle.

Lu Mingfei is not afraid of thieves or anything, come here if you have the ability, I, Yan Luo, promise not to kill anyone.

If a thief who is not afraid of death breaks through the window, hey, police uncle, look carefully, we are in self-defense, although the attack is a little heavy, but I am the victim!

At 05:30 in the morning, the sky is still bright, there is a faint fog floating in the old well alley, and the frosted glass of the mottled blue-walled old house reveals a dim yellow light. It is a lamp lit by a pull rope, which is very rare in the city. The lights in the high-rise buildings are so beautiful, the white ones are clean and bright, unlike the pear-shaped incandescent lamps in the old place, the dim yellow ones are like the precarious sunset in the evening.

Lu Mingfei left the door at such a time.

(End of this chapter)