Pastel Colours

Day1501:00

SwordArcInc's product launch conference is scheduled to be held at 10 am Pacific time on April 16, which is converted to exactly 1 am on April 17th, Beijing time.

At 00:50, Songran was quarreled by the pre-determined alarm clock and sat on the bedside sleepily and yawned. When he was more awake, he turned his head to look at Bobo, and the unlucky child really fell asleep again as a running Tibetan antelope. He adjusted his sleeping position for Bubu, slowly climbed out of the bed, pulled his slippers to the kitchen and made a cup of milk tea, then jumped onto the sofa with a mug, sat cross-legged, and took up a wool blanket to wrap himself as a monk. Dressed in a robe shape.

The old second-hand notebook was on the coffee table. He reached out and tapped it and clicked on the website given by He Zhiyuan.

The live broadcast page is brushed out from top to bottom, from the title to the diagram, without exception, it is all in English.

"For love, all for love."

He propped his chin to comfort himself, his eyelids drooped lower.

The video area also showed "The signal is connecting." The living room was silent, and a group of sweet heat wafted from the cup, steaming Songran's face. At the moment of sleepiness, he raised his head in shock, put down his cup, rushed to the bathroom and washed his face with cold water.

When he returned to the living room refreshed, the video signal just connected.

The press conference started on time, and the overhead shot swept across the circular Hammer Theater from multiple angles. There were nearly 3,000 people in the venue, and there were no empty seats. A large area was barely visible. The lights gradually dimmed, and the audience applauded thunderously for more than half a minute. A man with light chestnut hair leaped onto the main stage amidst applause, raised his hands aloft, greeted the audience in a cool manner, and said "thank you" loudly and repeatedly. On the contrary, the applause in the audience became more enthusiastic, and another climax was set. The posture was comparable to that of a superstar debut in a concert.

A line of words appeared on the live screen: CEO, CarlKraus.

Songran is down.

The strange company where Mr. He works, even the president is so casual?

Carl has gray-blue eyes, deep and affectionate, but his personality is seriously inconsistent with them, as hippie as he is. When the company was small, he could turn a press conference into a carnival party. Over the years, under the supervision of He Zhiyuan, he has constrained a lot, but Yu Wei is still there, and the audience is still excited when he sees him, always thinking that the next talk show will be.

Noisy, professionalism is still there.

Carl warmed up for a minute, threw a few prepared jokes to lively atmosphere, and then cut to the topic, introducing the basic situation of the conference. Occasionally, the camera swept the auditorium under the field, and there were many Asian faces sitting in the front row, looking very much like engineers. Songran became interested, guessing which one of them would be Mr. He.

However, he was quickly attracted by what was shown on the long screen.

This is a well-made story video, short and rich, about the evolution of SwordArc's S series and T series robots from the first to the sixth generation.

They originated from a course project in the student days of Carl and Zhiyuan He. During the doctoral period, they walked out of the laboratory and transformed into two mature products. The S series is good at inspecting crowded areas, such as commercial squares, while the T series is good at inspecting large areas. Areas with sparsely populated people, such as logistics distribution centers.

In the first generation, they only had a single monitoring function, and the cruise route had to be entered in advance. The adaptability was extremely poor, and they did not have any learning ability. They could only act as mobile cameras and alarms. He Zhiyuan was not satisfied with this, and decided to move closer to the direction of artificial intelligence. The S series and T series were constantly updated, and they had what they are today.

Take the S series as an example. It has learned how to find its own way, in an unfamiliar environment, and can construct a three-dimensional space structure while traveling; it can also count the number of people passing by, and plan a dynamic inspection based on the flow of people and the law of time. Route: After serving for one to two weeks, the amount of data it collects is enough to divide the mall map into safe areas, ordinary areas, and high-risk areas, instead of treating them equally with rigid weights.

For passers-by who appear in the camera, it can distinguish between normal behavior and abnormal behavior, and even notice abnormal emotions. Most of the patterns and text on billboards, handbags, gift bags and clothing can be directly understood. All S series robots in a shopping mall will communicate with each other and cooperate with each other, even in an environment without Wi-Fi.

The S series and T series have been developed from generation to generation, and the functions have become more subtle and more practical. However, the protagonist of this conference is not the S7 and T7, but the newly released home version-Q7.

Small, cute and caring.

As the saying goes, although the sparrow is small and complete, the Q7 works in a home that is much smaller than the commercial area, but it condenses all the essence of the S and T series since the six generations. Faced with simpler interpersonal relationships, it needs to deal with more delicate emotions, grow up with the entire family, guard its safety, and guard its integrity and happiness.

Songran only understood a little bit of Carl's explanation. With the help of the screen, he roughly understood that the seemingly weakest Q was the top priority of this conference.

This gave him a sense of pride in his own child's favor.

He waited enthusiastically for Carl to speak, but Carl finished his part three minutes later, walked to the left side of the stage, and shook hands with the next speaker.

During the handover, the camera cuts the perspective of the stage. Songran can't see the face of the speaker clearly, and vaguely recognizes that he is probably an Asian male with a tall body and a straight standing posture through the black hair color. The man opened his two long legs and walked towards the center of the stage under the chasing of the spotlight, with a neat and steady pace, with a town effect.

Well, it seems that this company still has reliable senior management.

Song Ran added a point to it.

When the man stood still on the stage, he turned to face the audience, and the camera switched close shots in time to make his upper body appear in the frame.

Cang Dang.

The mug fell over by accident and poured a pair of hot milk tea on Song Ran's pants. He didn't feel hot at all, he stared at the screen blankly, his Adam's apple moved up and down unconsciously, swallowing the saliva in his mouth.

Did he... see the Infiniti male god?

Or an illusion?

No, it's not an illusion, because the male **** is no longer limited to a static sketch at a fixed angle. He broke free from the shackles of dimensionality and smiled towards the camera, polite, gentle and confident. Then he stretched out his hand to adjust the position of the microphone, greeted the audience, and started speaking.

When a familiar voice came from the speaker, Songran was shocked on the spot, and the last thin blood bar was also empty.

First there is a blank space of more than ten seconds.

During the blank period, time seems to be stagnant, and his brain can't think about anything, whether broad or detailed, because what he sees with his own eyes is not compatible with what he hears with his own ears. They repel each other, just like a Phillips screwdriver forcing a hexagonal bolt, which cannot be inserted or turned, so that the thinking stops.

The face of the Infiniti male **** appeared on the screen, and Mr. He’s voice appeared in the speakers. They were perfectly synchronized, and they were also desperately squeezed deep in Songran’s heart, making a ball that doesn’t divide you and me, telling him, this man It was originally one with this voice.

But how could it be?

What reason do they have to be alone?

Songran thought hard, completely unable to understand.

Slowly, as the speech continued, Songran saw more movements of the male god: low smiles, raised eyebrows, nodding, waving... the voice changed accordingly, fitting the shape of the lips, and fitting the subtle expressions every second.

The frequencies match, so resonance occurs.

The originally incompatible features and voices began to merge little by little, entangled with each other, and the clothes were seamlessly intertwined into one, stirring out a rhythm that made Songran's heart tremble-the talking man on the stage was his Mr. He.

He is also his Infiniti male god.

A flower sprouts quietly, blooming on the branch. With that insignificant blush as the center, countless adjacent branches gradually bloomed with color, spreading up to the sky and down to the ground, everywhere is the spring heart about to bloom.

Songran covered her mouth, her eyes flushed, and her vision was clouded with water vapor.

He felt that he was very disappointed, and quickly dried his eyes with his sleeves, but water vapor still poured up reluctantly, condensed into water, and slipped from the corner of his eyes to his chin.

"You, why are you doing this..."

He held the notebook and looked at the man on the screen, clearly crying, but couldn't help but raised his lips.

In the next few minutes, Songran fell into a happy and dizzy state. He took off his pajamas drenched with milk tea, sat on the sofa with his two big white legs naked, with a pillow in his arms, and stared at the live broadcast with obsessive expression. Every word of unknown meaning became cute, plops, plops, like a heart jumping.

Come and see, the man standing on the stage is calm and handsome, attracting thousands of focused eyes from outside the lens.

You all go away, he is mine alone, don't think about it.

Songran opened her mouth to bite the corner of the pillow, and her heart was full of sweetness.

In the past fifteen days, he has only seen the gentle, mature, and sultry side of He Zhiyuan’s life. Now that he has seen his work status with his own eyes, he has discovered that this man has an extremely dazzling side-purely technical background, controlled But his field ability is not lost to Carl, who was born in business. He talks freely, his eyes are sharp, and the long screen behind him switches one by one in accordance with his rhythm, without any mistakes, as smooth as rehearsing more than a hundred times.

A serious man is more **** than ever.

Songran thought of a man like this once in the middle of the night, putting on his nightgown after bathing in the middle of the night, exposing his chest, and calling him "baby" with a bit of sticky and **** voice, like a blow in his heart, bone and palm, waist Soft, short of breath, and numb bones.

Enough, it will kill people.

Badass.

Songran cursed at He Zhiyuan in the screen, his tone was like a shy little daughter-in-law.

But at this time he didn't know that the blockbuster that could really kill him was still behind.

When the introduction of Q7 was halfway through, He Zhiyuan didn't know what to say. The lighting began to dim layer by layer, and then went out completely, and darkness enveloped the entire theater. Three seconds later, as several bright lights in the sky shot in all directions, a living room filled with sunlight suddenly descended into the theater.

Floating leaves and green plants, animal mugs, painted cards, minimalist interiors, Mondrian's lattice paintings...

With the huge ring wall of the amphitheater as the curtain, the 8012B living room is presented perfectly and shockingly in front of three thousand audiences through 360-degree panoramic projection.

Meow.

There was a sweet meow somewhere first.

A big cat with a beautiful coat took small steps, briskly passed the "restaurant" on the main stage, walked along the theater wall to the back "balcony", found a place with the best sunlight, and lay down comfortably go to bed.

It was so naive, it caused a small commotion in the audience.

Then Songran saw himself.

He was dressed quite at home that day, a washed-out cotton T-shirt, and a pair of old pajamas that covered the back of the instep-the one that had just been splashed with half a cup of milk tea. The hairstyle was a bit messy, and by coincidence it looked like just blown. , The image is actually quite photogenic. He walked to the wine cabinet with a bottle of cleaning spray and a rag, knelt down, and began to carefully wipe the glass door.

Then, he saw Bobu, who was wearing a little yellow duck pajamas, walked in, the cat was kneeling, approaching him silently, slammed his neck from behind, and took a affectionate peck.

He turned to catch Bobo and lifted him high.

The children laughed while struggling, and the blurred sunlight gave them a halo outline.

Screen switching.

He sat at the table with Bubu cutting paper, Bubu lowered his head, his movements were a bit awkward, but he looked very serious. After cutting a little rabbit, he excitedly raised it to the camera and asked, "Dad, is the little rabbit cute?"

A line of English subtitles appeared below: Daddy, ismybunnycute?

The screen switches again.

At about eleven that day, Bubu fell asleep on the sofa. Budou jumped onto the armrest of the sofa, lowered his head, and touched his forehead with the tip of his wet nose. Then it walked to Bobu and lay down, with his head buried in his shoulders, and he happily rested with him. Songran took a thin quilt from the bedroom, bent down and covered it with the cloth.

The video has been edited and it is not long in general. The scenes they cleaned at 8012B that day flashed one after another.

The audience watched seriously, and He Zhiyuan on stage watched more seriously.

In the last scene of the video, Bubu hugged the cat and embraced Bubu Songran. Two people squatted in front of Xiao Q and said to the camera: "The house is cleaned, when will you go home?"

The voice fell and the scene freezes. Except for their smiling faces on the main stage screen, the rest of the ring projection disappeared, and the lights in the theater turned on again.

Songran looked at the smiling self, still in a daze.

It feels like... like you admire a singer, but because you are too poor to buy tickets for his concert, you can only watch the live broadcast at home sadly, watching, and suddenly you find yourself appearing as a VCR special guest. Up.

Still the kind of big coffee who is qualified to wear no makeup.

Oh my god.

When Songran realized how mysterious this matter was, he was so surprised that he couldn't even close his mouth.

The video has been broadcast, and He Zhiyuan on the stage did not move. The camera moved forward and gave him a close-up: He looked up at the two people frozen on the screen, and there was emotion in his dark brown eyes.

"My dear, I will go home tomorrow."

He said so.

I used the simplest vocabulary, spoke clearly, spoke slowly, and even Songran could understand--in fact, Songran was almost convinced that this sentence was specifically spoken to him by He Zhiyuan.

Songran understood the literal meaning, and the audience in the audience heard the implication.

There were a few more talks in the originally quiet atmosphere, at first it was relatively small, but after everyone understood it, it inevitably became noisy.

Someone shouted something in the air, He Zhiyuan smiled and replied: "Yes, I don't deny it."

After a few seconds of silence, there was a burst of enthusiastic applause, mixed with loud cheers and whistles.

He Zhiyuan was able to distinguish the priority and did not stay in this episode for too long. He smiled and stood there, waiting for the applause to fade, and then moved on to the next topic, putting the speech back on track.

The press conference continued. Songran looked at Mr. He who was calm and composed on the screen, hugged his pillow tightly, and bit his lip.

He doesn't understand, but he understands in his heart.

He knew what question that person asked Mr. He—it's not hard to guess at this point.

But why should you admit it? why?

Are you stupid?

We have only known each other for fifteen days, and we haven't even seen each other. The time in the future is so long, you still have the opportunity to meet more suitable people. You let so many people see me, and you choose to make it public on such an important occasion, you can never break up with me again.

Mr. He, from then on, you have been stamped and stamped by me, and you can only be Mr. He who belongs to me.