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I picked Yuan Jin home on my eighth birthday.

My birthday is a coincidence, the last day of the Gregorian calendar, the tail tip of December, Yuan Jin said what a coincidence, he was born in thirteenth, one day later than me.

I was not sensible at the time, and I always laughed at him for being stupid; but I am already 32 years old, and I know that there will be thirteen months after December.

When I got off work, I brought the lunch leftovers from lunch. I ordered it with my colleagues. I only moved a few chopsticks, which was far worse than Yuan Jin’s.

It's almost the end of the year, and the scattered tasks are suddenly overwhelmed. I'm a little panicked. When I'm nervous, I always can't eat.

I remember taking the leftovers with me.

In the community where I live, there is a stray dog, orange in color, with one leg limping.After the heavy snow in an unknown year, it suddenly appeared.No one knows how it survived. The cleaners in our community are very diligent, and the trash can is rarely full. We don't know how it survived.

It is a dog that can laugh, really can laugh, and when someone passes by, it will wag its tail and grin and move towards it, like the cleaning staff who whipped it with a broom, or the old lady who spit on him So it is to me too.

I was terrified when it first came, and abnormal things are always frightening.

I imitated others and threatened it by waving the branches I picked at random, and it would run away, limping its lame leg, stop after running a long distance, and look at you with its head tilted, it stopped smiling, it probably Doubtful, it still can't understand how kindness can be resolved with hatred.

Too much enthusiasm is like a bloated cage, trapping life in a corner of the dream, and no grass will grow from then on.

It doesn't understand anything.

Later, Yuan Jin told me while feeding it ham sausage, there is nothing normal, normal is to conform to the general laws and conditions, so many of us live in such a world, if we all follow the normal To do things, then we probably still live in primitive society.

Yuan Jin's fallacies can always convince me. From then on, I actually felt that abnormal might be a compliment, so I felt a little bit of sympathy for it.

When I got home, Yuan Jin leaned against the railing in front of the bay window and fell asleep. Now he is falling asleep for longer and longer. I don't know if this is a good phenomenon or a bad phenomenon.

The old cat was on his lap, and I probably woke it up when I entered the door. The old cat half-opened its eyes, and there was a green light shining through the gap. When it saw me, it grunted twice in its throat. He settled into a comfortable position and fell asleep again.

This large bay window was designed by Yuan Jin himself.He can only stay at home most of the time, and most of his life is a corner of the world outside the bay window. I broke in, wanting to take a look at his world.

We live in Hamano, the western suburb, on the top floor of an apartment building that has been around for many years. Looking down from this window, the first thing we see is the path leading to the underground garage. He can see it as soon as I enter the complex.I used to leave work irregularly, and he saw me through the door from the window and knew it was time to prepare a hot dinner.

You can also see the sky, the sky is gray and white, and the other is torn and mended.A few evergreen trees grew sparsely around the corner, but the leaves were pitifully few, palm-sized, green and shaded, just floating like that.In the low houses with yellow roofs and blue lacquer, a light is turned on after seven or eight households, one light per household, leaving a large blank area, and the cold spring wind.

I walked over to touch Yuanjin's hand, and the warmth with humidity began to spread from the fingertips.I probably woke him up, he slowly half-opened his eyes, and a blue shattered light came out from the gap.

Yuan Jin's eyes are the only place where he can be seen to be different from ordinary people.

It's really nice.

His eyes are blue, the color of the sky when the mountains and rivers are clear when the sun is shining, and the blue pupils are just rightly scattered with fine spots of light. When he looks at you seriously, there is no reflection in his eyes. He smiles At that time, it is the sky and the lake, the water, the trees and the Qinghua.

Yuan Jin likes to laugh.

He has two smile moles on his lips and a pair of pear dimples at the corners of his mouth.When I was a teenager, I always had the urge to go up to him and lick his dimples when he laughed, but I didn't dare, because my alcohol capacity was too bad, I didn't dare to get drunk.

I heard a small cat-like purring sound from his throat, then I closed my eyes, rested my forehead on my arm and rubbed it lightly twice, then raised my head again, looked at me, my eyes lit up with a smile, and there was something in his voice Hoarse after a nap, he cleared his throat and said hoarsely, "You're back, so early today?"

I walked over and took the cat off him, stuffed it back into the cat bed, then walked back and nested on him, where the cat lay, smelling the clear and light gardenia fragrance on his body, I felt sleepy for a while .I closed my eyes and said with a smile, "I miss you, so I'll be back soon."

I felt my hair was messed up by him very lightly, he pushed me, leaned into my ear and said softly: "Get up, I'm going to make dinner."

The hot air gently brushed over the thin hairs around the ears, itching, I turned over, grabbed his front lapel, took a deep breath on his body, and said, "No."

Yuan Jin asked: "Aren't you hungry? Are you hungry?"

I nodded confusedly: "Hungry."

He just smiled: "Pig."

Sometimes I really wish I was a pig, a smaller pig like those sold in pet stores, hanging on him all day.Sticky, everything is fine.

I swayed over him in a daze, and the top of my head touched the hard metal.

I knew it was his collar.

Yuan Jin wears a black collar. He has a fair complexion, and the visual impact is stronger when black and white are clearly distinguished. I like to kiss him, especially his neck.

There are two silver buckles directly in front of the collar, and the brighter places will shine silver.Open the buckle, and there are two words written in silver powder on the black leather underneath.

my name.

Yuan Zhi.

All bionics must wear collars, just like the old man who gets up early every day to go out for a walk with the dog. The bell jingles to tell people that it has an owner, and it depends on the owner to beat the dog.Yuan Jin's collar is the same, on the collar is a hollowed-out butterfly-shaped silicon tag, which stores the names of each bionic person and their information.

Yuan Jin's tag is empty, he has no origin or past, no name and no life history.

Yuan Jin is the first batch of bionic people, and they are experimental products.

The first batch of androids were named after the month, Yuan Jin was No.13, he had no name, before I met him.

He was produced for restoration, and parts could be dismantled from him for every android that failed.The synthesis of materials in his body is incomplete, and the composition of elements is also lacking. He is a defective product.

When I picked him up and brought him home, he was lying in the scrap metal of the repair station, as a piece of recyclable garbage. At that time, the golden age of androids had passed, and they gradually found that machines with emotions were against ethics. Then launched a vigorous technological revolution.

Yuan Jin is the fish that slipped through the net of this revolution.

And I am an opportunistic fisherman.

Yuan Jin lit the fire, the hot temperature spread from the bottom of the pot, and the frying oil made a "sizzling" sound. He stretched out a hand to me, and I walked over to raise his sleeve for him.His fingers dipped in clear water touched my palm, and there was a cool pleasure.

History is a constant cycle.

When I was in college, the bionic technology was re-optimized and put into use. Its functions have improved a lot. They know everything and can do anything, but they have no emotions anymore.

So for the first time, I had something unique in the world.

I am a deceitful gangster in the dark room, I have hidden the only treasure in the world, and I am trying to whitewash the peace in the blue sky/day.