AI diary

After Chen Rui was injured, he began to spend more time at home.

My work has also begun to get busy, and I hardly have time to write a diary.Every morning, I help Chen Rui wash up, and then push him out for a walk.After returning, in my garden, tidy up the flowers and plants, water some water and pull out some weeds.

I have always insisted on going grocery shopping by myself, and I enjoy all the fireworks that I can feel as a human being.Even the sound of selling in the vegetable market, the smell of meat and the earthy smell of vegetables mixed with morning dew.

Then he returned home non-stop and started preparing lunch.In the afternoon, sometimes we watch movies, sometimes read books, and more time I start to take care of my flowers and plants. You know, these things are actually very energy-consuming.

Chen Rui usually watches me from behind the glass window, although I also offer to let him do something with me in the garden.

But he always refuses.

Then it's dinner, and occasionally doing other activities at night.This is nothing undeniable, Chen Rui is a normal man, and I am also a dedicated AI, with memories of his former partner.

I know every inch of his body, every sensitive point.Just like he did on Lu Jian before, he gently closed his eyes and made an unbearably ambiguous sound from the bottom of his throat.I hope he enjoys the process as much as I do.

He was beautiful, and when the neck was slightly raised back, the smooth curve brought out all the way down the bare back.

Afterwards, after I helped him clean up his body, I would stay alone in the bathroom and put my hand on my left chest quietly.Lu Jian's heart is always beating a little fast at this time, and I know very well that my parts are still running in an orderly manner according to the original track, neither rush nor slow, maintaining an eternally stable speed.

So, I wonder, this heart beats.Is there a moment that belongs to Lu Jian?

I looked at the perfect body in the mirror, and thought, what is the relationship between me and Lu Jian?

I have the same face, the same heart, and the same memory as him.

What I said, what I did, and the partners I had, were all based on his life.

I struggled to think about this question, so who am I?

Stripped of Lu Jian's heart and this beautiful body, I'm just a bunch of parts and memory cards.

I still haven't figured this out in the end, it's just too complicated.

When I went out of the bathroom, Chen Rui was leaning on the bed and smoking.

A cigarette was held between his slender fingers, and the desire had not completely faded from his body, and the delicate fair face was shrouded in layers of smoke with unfaded crimson.

"Go to sleep." His voice was a little hoarse because of the indulgence just now.

As he spoke, he stubbed out the cigarette and pulled up the quilt.

I walked over to kiss his forehead and eyes as usual, and asked in a low voice, "When did you start smoking?"

At least in Lu Jian's memory, Chen Rui drank alcohol, but never smoked.

But since I've been here, I've seen it more than once.He sometimes leans against the bar in the kitchen, lights a cigarette, and quietly looks out the window.Sometimes it's in the living room, down the hallway.He is even addicted to cigarettes, and even smokes when he takes a walk in the morning.

There is only one place, the study, where he never smokes.

I have never disputed this.Lu Jian didn't remember this item. In his memory, there were various suggestions and concerns about Chen Rui's stomach disease, Chen Rui's back injury, and Chen Rui's irregular work and rest.

Only no smoking.

Of course I know that smoking is bad for your health.

But the program in my body is only responding to Chen Rui based on Lu Jian's existing memory.So I never ask these and don't know how to question them.

If you ask, this problem is very serious, it should be a problem with my program.

So, when Lu Jian widened his eyes and looked at me.

I turned off the bedside lamp in a panic, and hugged him as usual.

Unfortunately, that night, I felt that Lu Jian's heart was about to break free from the shackles of those parts.