To Sutta

Lin Ling's birthday is getting closer and closer. Although the company's affairs are still complicated, they are no longer as tense as before. The small game to be given to Lin Ling is about to be completed.

Everything is going on as usual.

The only bad thing is that Suta has used his brain too much in the past two weeks, and he is always groggy, and sometimes he has a little pain all over his body.However, when Suta opened his hardcover notebook to enter the old love letters, his head hurt even more.

It's unbearable to write so non-mainstream.Suta raised his forehead, thinking that he should rewrite it.

Su Ta sat on the bed, opened the blank document, thought for a long time, wanted to write a few words, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed again.

Two big men have to do such a nasty thing...

Just at this time, Lin Ling entered the bedroom from the living room, holding a fruit plate with chopped apples in it.

"You seem to be staring at this laptop all the time recently." Lin Ling sat on the bed, tied up an apple and fed it to Suta: "What are you looking at?"

"Writing code." Suta said without guilt. He had already turned off the document, put the laptop on the bedside table, and leaned on the bed to chew an apple.

"It's my birthday in three days." Lin Ling turned to look at Suta, "What do you plan to give me?"

Suta smiled: "Is there anyone who asks for gifts like you?"

Su Ta was wrapped in the quilt, and Lin Ling hugged the quilt together with Su Ta in his arms: "I don't want much, just a kiss."

"Hmm... Let me think about it." Suta leaned against the soft pillow, feeling drowsy, his mind was chaotic, and he felt a little pain.

In a trance, he heard Lin Ling's vague voice: "Don't sleep yet... go brush your teeth..."

He wanted to get up, but his eyelids drooped, and Suta fell asleep with sleepy nerves.

Suta had a fragmented dream.

There is a strange light in the dream, and various colors are jumping, flashing, and floating.He looked for Lin Ling in this light, and every time he took a step, a picture of getting along with Lin Ling would appear in his mind, some were from the university, and some were from the three months they were together.

In the university classroom, Lin Ling held a book in his hand and asked if there was anyone next to him.

In early spring and March, Lin Ling sat on the back seat of Su Ta's bicycle, put his hand on his shoulder, and smiled brightly: "Student, give me a ride?"

The two went out to eat barbecue together, scaled the school fence together, ran together, and wrote code together...

Some memories are already blurred, but from the perspective of an onlooker, Suta faintly discovered from these details that the relationship between himself and Lin Ling was so close at that time, almost the same as the way they get along now.

It turns out that Lin Ling has had a crush on him since then...

Suta was overjoyed, but when the screen in front of him changed, it suddenly jumped to the scene where they were sitting on the sofa watching TV after they were together.

On the virtual screen, there are anti-virtual reality parades on the streets of a certain country|parade, slogans, banners, vigorous and passionate.

Su Ta was puzzled, he didn't remember seeing this with Lin Ling.

The picture seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, blurred and unreal, he could only see that he was talking with Lin Ling, and they were talking about something.

"The recent situation is very bad." Suta heard his own voice, "At this time, our game won't be cut in half, right?"

Lin Ling pondered for a while, and said: "...Probably not, the release will be delayed for a few months at most...It depends on the meaning."

"Lin Ling." In the screen, Su Ta called out.

"Ok?"

Suta was silent for a second, and said, "I'm starting to wonder, is what we're doing right now..."

What Lin Ling said in the screen, but Su Ta couldn't hear clearly, the screen faded away, and he could only see Lin Ling's lips moving.

White lights lit up all around, Suta lay on the bed, opened his eyes, and the virtual clock showed three o'clock in the morning.After sleeping and waking up, Suta's head was not only not awake, but became more and more chaotic.

What a strange dream.Suta thought in his heart, and found some light blue halos leaking from the gaps in the drawers of the bedside table.

Suta remembered that the day he met the man in the peaked cap, he was stung by the chip in his pocket before going to bed, and he threw the chip into it casually, forgetting that he hadn't studied it until now.

So he sat up and opened the drawer lightly, and it turned out that the chip was glowing.He held the chip in his hand and looked at it repeatedly, but he still couldn't see anything unusual, but suddenly there was a feeling that something was wrong.

He turned on the light and found that Lin Ling was not on the bed, and the blanket was cold.

...Could it be in the toilet?

Suta put on his slippers, and the dim lights in the house turned on as he walked. He knocked on the door of the bathroom, but there was no response, and he opened it, but no one was inside.

Where did this guy go?

Suta went around, searched every room, and finally came to a conclusion.

Lin Ling was indeed not at home.

So Suta tried to dial Lin Ling, but what he heard was a busy signal.He was a little anxious, something will happen to Lin Ling, right?But doubts prevailed.

It's so late, what is Lin Ling doing out?

At this time, Su Ta was standing in the middle of the living room, holding a mobile phone, facing the balcony. The neon lights of the city were very bright in the dark. As he approached step by step, he suddenly felt a sense of resistance, but it seemed that there was something Power pushes him forward.

Lin Ling lives on the 34th floor, standing on the balcony overlooking the night view of the city.The cold wind was biting, and Suta was only wearing plush pajamas, and he couldn't help feeling a little chilly.

The city is full of brilliance, the lights of thousands of houses stretch to the distance of the horizon, the roads are criss-crossed, and the street lights and car lights are woven into a flowing firefly.

The traffic was endless, and Suta's eyes were locked on a car with blue lights. He watched it move like ants and disappear from sight.Suta stayed where he was, as if with some kind of intuition, he didn't want to take his eyes off that section of the road.

Thirty seconds later, Suta saw another car of the same model disappear at the end of the road in the same way.

Suta blinked, his heart skipped a beat, and his body stiffened involuntarily as he was immersed in the cold wind.He turned on the phone timer with slightly trembling hands, and the screen felt cold to the touch.

30 seconds.

30 seconds.

Another 30 seconds...

Suta confirmed over and over again that after standing on the balcony for half an hour, his hands and feet were frozen stiff, and he even lost his senses.

He found that every 30 seconds, a car with blue lights would pass by on the road, so accurately, within half an hour, without exception.

How could this be... how could this be?

Suta trembled all over, his feet went limp, and he sat on the ground.

He is a programmer, so he naturally knows that this kind of "coincidence" that is accurate to the second can only be achieved by a computer. What he sees is like a series of looping codes that appear in the game.

Suta only felt his heart beating extremely fast, and his brain went blank. He felt that he wanted to say something incoherently, but he was secretly reluctant to say it. He just subconsciously dialed Lin Ling's cell phone over and over again, and got But it was a series of busy tones.

No one answered.

Suta took a deep breath while pressing his heart, sat on the balcony, and dropped his phone to the side.About 10 minutes later, he stood up, sat on the sofa in the living room numbly, and stared at the virtual TV screen floating in front of him in the dim light.

He reached out and slowly stroked the coffee table, which was smooth and cold, with a rocky texture.He put his hands on the sofa, which was soft and plush.He held his own hand, thin enough to feel the shape of the bone.He covered his neck tremblingly with his backhand, it was so warm that he could even feel the blood flowing in it.

it is true……

it is true.

It must be true!

Whether it's a coffee table, a sofa, or his suta, they are all real and can't be wrong!Otherwise, how could he feel his own existence so clearly?

It's the problem with the blue chip.

Suta took a deep breath, his hands and feet were cold, it was strange, but he walked very fast, he almost rushed into the bedroom, opened the window, and threw the blue chip out.The cold wind poured straight into the room, blowing Suta's hair back.

never mind.

Su Ta stood in front of the window for a while, feeling much more relaxed. He slowly closed the window, turned around and lay down on the bed.

never mind.

It is a soft, familiar quilt.

Wake up tomorrow and everything will be back to normal.Maybe it was just a dream.