Goodbye, Seoul

"I'm here, do you need anything?"

The moment Shengli received his name, he turned to Quan Zhilong's direction, tilted his head slightly and waited for his next sentence.But Quan Zhilong was just playing with curiosity, and suddenly didn't think of what to say, so he casually pointed to the fruit on the table and said:

"Uh, I don't want to eat strawberries, can I take them away?"

"of course."

Shengli went to the kitchen to get a plate, then squatted on one knee next to Quan Zhilong and picked out the strawberries one by one from the plate. He moved very neatly, but Quan Zhilong's eyes stopped on his hair, he didn't know why suddenly After stroking Shengli's hair, it felt like a human being, smooth and real. He was stunned for a moment before he suddenly realized the intimacy of his inexplicable behavior, and the touch of his fingertips could not be lingered when he retracted his hand.Shengli turned his head, seemed a little curious, he smiled and asked Quan Zhilong:

"What's the matter, Mr. Quan?"

"Nothing... you, is your hair real? Uh, I mean human?"

Victory stroked his hair and shook his head. For him, all skin layers are just virtual simulations. They can allow human beings to feel the touch of skin and hair when they touch it.Shengli noticed that Quan Zhilong seemed to be disappointed after he denied it, so he paused and changed his hair color.

"But I can switch it up to your liking, like this?"

Quan Zhilong couldn't hide the surprise on his face. He changed from a lying state to a sitting posture. It was interesting to watch his change. Shengli changed from black hair on the back to silver hair, and his bangs reached his eyebrows, making him look younger Be more angry, I have to say, that one looked up really surprised people a bit.Quan Zhilong coughed a few times to cover up his momentary absence.

"Cough...it's good, let's do it first."

Victory put the plate of strawberries back into the refrigerator, there is no place to use it for the time being.Quan Zhilong had no interest in TV shows, and now all eyes are on Shengli.Shengli went to the laundry room to collect the freshly washed clothes. Quan Zhilong followed him and walked over to watch him dry. When he went to clean the cat litter, Quan Zhilong pretended to be playing with the cat and squatted aside. On the way to go upstairs, Quan Zhilong threw down the cat before that, and pretended to go up the stairs.

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At first, Shengli would take the initiative to ask him if there was anything he needed to order, but Quan Zhilong waved his hands and found some excuses to fool him.Victory's program actively analyzes this kind of behavior. When we first met yesterday, Quan Zhilong was full of hostility, but now he is willing to stay by his side. Maybe it is because he has a sense of curiosity about bionics, so as to build a better relationship with them. It was beneficial, so he stopped asking and began to take the opportunity to ask about Quan Zhilong's living habits.

"Does Mr. Quan have a nap habit?"

Shengli looked at Quan Zhilong lying on the small sofa in the bedroom. He was standing by the bed and was about to make the bed. However, at this time, many humans have the habit of taking a nap. Quan Zhilong shook his head. He rubbed his temples as if he had been doing a questionnaire all the time, and the old problem of headache reappeared from time to time.

Shengli tidied up his bed, and the sharp edges and corners made Quan Zhilong feel that the bed had returned to the way it was when he bought it for the first time. He leaned his head on the back of the sofa and replaced the entire LED wall with a darker sky .

"Hiss! Damn..."

Quan Zhilong frowned and endured this wave of pain. Hearing his gasping, Shengli hurried to his side, saw him rubbing his temple vigorously, so he held his wrist lightly, Quan Zhilong immediately threw it away like an electric shock, he stared at the same unknown victory with wide eyes, and said:

"What are you doing!"

"If you have a headache, pressing your temples like that doesn't do much to relieve it."

Quan Zhilong lowered his head, saw his right hand holding his left wrist, and realized that he had reacted a bit too much just now. He suddenly had physical contact with Shengli, which made him unable to react immediately, and instinctively resisted his contact.Shengli also didn't seem to receive a response in time. The information receiving ring on his temple changed from blue to yellow, and then quickly returned to its original state.He said slowly and carefully:

"Perhaps you should adjust your work and rest schedule? I feel that your health seems to have some minor problems."

"...how did you perceive it?"

Quan Zhilong looked at him suspiciously, wondering if there were any signs of poor health in his appearance?

"Just as I was holding your wrist."

The moment Shengli touched him, he roughly obtained his heart rate, body temperature and other basic conditions at that time. When he was tidying up the bed, he saw sleeping pills on the low cabinet. Quan Zhilong should also have a nervous headache. In fact, if The longer he can contact, the more accurate his health status can be obtained.

"Do you want me to give you a massage?"

Shengli was about to give up, but Quan Zhilong seemed to be troubled by a headache, so he took the initiative to ask again, but this time he had his hands behind his back.Quan Zhilong looked up and saw his serious face, thinking that maybe he could really relieve it, so he nodded hesitantly.After receiving the affirmative order, Shengli walked behind Quan Zhilong and accurately found the acupuncture points behind his ears.

Quan Zhilong closed his eyes and felt the pressure from his cool fingers, from behind the ears to the top of his head. He had received similar treatment in the hospital, but recently he couldn't spare time because of his tight schedule. The medicine seemed to be like It is like having immunity, the effect is getting worse and worse.Shengli can find the correct position without looking, but at this moment, he lowered his head and carefully observed every expression of Quan Zhilong.

Fortunately, Quan Zhilong’s expression gradually calmed down. After that, Shengli went to the kitchen to find a tea bag, boiled a cup of hot tea and handed it to him, but the LED wall beside him still caught his attention. He could see the ground directly through the projection , The height of this villa is 5.6 meters from here to the ground, not counting the height of a person. Shengli frowned and said to Quan Zhilong:

"It's not very safe, without any barriers."

In fact, Shengli noticed that wall from the first time he entered this room. It can directly become translucent and see the outside scenery, but more often it turns into the pastoral scene that Quan Zhilong likes.Quan Zhilong was still engrossed in the massage he just had. When he asked this suddenly, he couldn't help being stunned for a moment before he understood what he was referring to. He took the tea that Shengli handed over, and said disapprovingly:

"I won't jump down, what's not safe?"

Shengli walked to the LED wall and scanned the surrounding environment. Although it has a physical presence and is not a direct projection, it must not be able to withstand a strong impact. If it encounters an earthquake or the like, it will be difficult to guarantee safety.There is no such building in Seoul that replaces the entire wall with projections. Perhaps it is Quan Zhilong's own willingness to build.

"Don't you like this place the bedroom faces?"

Usually it is to make the room brighter, or to be able to enjoy the scenery outside the house, but Quan Zhilong doesn't seem to be for these two. Maybe it's just that the location of the villa is not good?Quan Zhilong looked at the scenery projected on the LED wall, the fuchsia sunset was so distant and realistic, as if he could feel the flow of the wind by stretching out his hand.

"In the whole of Seoul, there is no longer any beautiful place."