Are you human?

"Ah, it's almost time."

Congcong raised her head and moved her stiff neck, heard the rattling sound and turned around in the opposite direction, raised the clothes in her hand to look, and nodded with satisfaction.

It's just that the clothes are only half put on, and I don't know where the seams are wrong, and the right hand is stuck and can't be stretched out. The cuckoo is yelling again, and Cong Cong kicked the noisy bird back into the door, and continued to hold back his strength.

As a result, there was a squeak, and a seam was torn in his clothes. He pulled the extra thread randomly, but fortunately, he turned around, and it seemed that there was nothing serious, so he dressed like this, and took the afternoon tea he had prepared early in the morning, and went to the table. building.

It's a pity that when I took the last step, I probably thought that victory was in sight, so I took too many steps, tripped over the clothes dragged on the ground, and the tray in my hand flew out.

Before he could scream out, three or four mechanical arms rushed out from the study room, first supported him, then intercepted the teapot before it was about to shatter, and put it firmly on the ground.

"Scallion, what are you doing again?"

Congcong was still amazed at the capabilities of these mechanical arms, and couldn't help but feel the chill when touching his index finger.

I don't know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that these arms were looking at him.

So he stood up and turned around: "Sir, I made Alice's clothes, which seem to be called skirts."

Probably because of his clumsy hands, this skirt seems to be inconvenient to make big moves, unlike Alice, who got into a rabbit hole and was able to explore.

"Is this the curtain downstairs?"

"Yeah." Congcong replied casually, feeling that something was wrong, and stood at attention in front of the mechanical arm, "I can't put it back on, the curtain seems to be broken, sir, I'm sorry."

The mechanical sound did not come out again, and one arm took the teacup in, and Cong Cong's eyes were glued to it again, but was blocked by the other three arms, and the needle and thread came out from nowhere, looking clumsy and awkward. The thick knuckles were actually very dexterous, he didn't even see how the needle thread was threaded, and the skirt stood up.

"Wow——" Congcong stretched out his arms to look at the seams on the waist, lifted up and put down the fluffy fabric in amazement, "Sir, you are amazing."

There was only one robotic hand left, and it looked a little triumphant, and it turned twice and placed it low in front of him.

"What are you going to do?"

Congcong tilted her head and was a little puzzled, the fingers of that hand rolled up and spread out, and a mechanical voice came out hoarsely: "Why do you want to make a skirt?"

"Oh, that's because I saw a new chapter, sir, you are like a mad hatter, you always have afternoon tea at six o'clock, so I came to visit you like Alice." Cong Cong pinched The hem of the skirt, "But, I can't tell what color her skirt is from the book. I guess it's blue."

He seldom talked so much with his husband at once, and the second half of the speech was a bit incoherent, and his throat was so dry for some reason, he thought, he could steal some delicious sparkling water later.

Those fine bubbles popped up, just like what he felt now, something popped up in his heart, and then exploded with a puff.

The sound of the electric current suddenly became chaotic, sizzling as if it was about to break down, and even the mechanical hand trembled. Congcong probed his brain with some doubts, but the sound quickly returned to calm, and the mechanical hand was spread flat in front of him.

"Yes, the skirt is blue."

The boy's eyes were shining brightly, he smiled undisguisedly, and on a whim, he lay down on the ground and put his head on that hand.

It turned out that the material of the palm was warm, with a little warmth, and the pulp of the fingers just closed on the soft flesh of his chin, and it was a little itchy.

It was also the first time that he stayed outside the door for so long after delivering afternoon tea, sewed new clothes, and discovered the little secret of the manipulator. This feeling was unexpectedly familiar to him, and he couldn't even move his body.

"Scallions."

"Well, sir, I'll lie down for a little while."

He actually felt a little bit of softness in the sound of the current, hitting his ears like cotton, but he didn't realize how lazy his own voice was, and the tail was as long as a shadow in the setting sun.

"Do you... want a bunny?"

"Well—is it the White Rabbit, or the March Hare?"

"It's the White Rabbit, but he has no hat and no pocket watch."

"Oh……"

He felt a little disappointed at the beginning of the voice, but the next moment he jumped up, and the snow-white milk ball jumped out of the room, moving his little nose, looking a little scared.

"Sir, sir, sir, this is it!"

The little rabbit seemed to be frightened by him, and ran towards the stairs. Before he could finish his words, he followed.

This time he finally walked downstairs on the steps. Fu Lianyu watched Congcong sit and slide down the stairs while drinking tea.

Always so restless, he almost poured out all the tea he had worked so hard to get.

But the little guy is really like Alice, holding the blue skirt in his arms, chasing the steps of the white rabbit, and going to Wonderland.

"Don't run, don't run!"

Congcong screamed and ran all over the room, and made a rattling sound on the floor, but when she really got close, she didn't dare to hug her. The ball felt like it was beating when touched.

The little rabbit ran outside again, arching around in the flowers, destroying half of the hard-working little flowers, and a few petals stuck to its stomach, like a big girl getting married, throwing all the pretty things to her. Stick it on your face.

Perhaps the sun still had some warmth left, the little rabbit squatted in the flowers and did not move, its ears drooped, its red eyes were squinted, and Cong Cong lay on its stomach behind, getting closer to it.

He held his breath and raised his hand, trembling because he was too nervous. After a long fall, he finally touched the little rabbit's ear. The ball didn't move, and stayed quietly under his hand.

Only then did Congcong boldly exhale, rubbed the rabbit's ears again and again, and finally lay down beside it, hugging the little thing into his arms.

"Little rabbit, little rabbit, really little rabbit." He sounded like he was singing, but out of tune, his voice seemed to be walking on a single-plank bridge, swaying left and right, "I'm Congcong, I'm a robot, what's your name Woolen cloth?"

The rabbit couldn't speak, and certainly couldn't answer him, but just arched his neck, making him laugh out loud.

"I'll give you a name. Let me think about it. How about you call me December Rabbit?"

The rabbit's ears stood up, as if it was looking at him seriously, Congcong took a deep breath, and picked it up.

"Because it snows in December, and you are as white as snow, so you are a December hare."

He put the December rabbit into his skirt pocket, stood up, and first stepped back and forth in a small way, and found that the December rabbit didn't show any fear, so he jumped up boldly.

He turned around and danced in the courtyard. There was a breeze at night, and the big trees beside him rustled, which happened to be the soundtrack.

Fu Lianyu leaned crookedly on the sofa, his whole body was connected with sensors, he watched the lush and clumsy dance through the eyes of the December rabbit, up and down with his movements.

Then Cong Cong stopped again and put him on his shoulders, he could smell Cong Cong's body, mixed with the aroma of green grass and flowers, his skin was smooth and tender, and he could press a little red mark when he moved his feet, it was too long The strands of hair poked against his back, prickly and soft.

He casually opened the dialog box again, with the same childish account, but this time there were two more sentences: "I didn't realize that the rabbit is a robot, little fool."

The data was rising a little faster than usual, but he didn't look at the boring messages left by these boring people, as if the words were also classified into high and low. Except for the words in his nickname, the rest of the things were Can't get into his eyes.

He didn't even remember how he opened such an account by accident. What would these people think if they found out that they followed a "dead person"?

Probably to kneel and worship to go on a pilgrimage.

He and Congcong finally enjoyed the sunset time together, lying on each other's shoulders, watching the red sun gradually disappear into the horizon.

In this era of information and data explosion, people ridiculously believe in the existence of gods. Selected healthy newborns will not be allowed to touch anything related to the Internet, become messengers to communicate with gods, and live in temples before they reach adulthood. Here, listening to the voices of worshipers, savoring the tastes of life that he does not understand.

Then end this meaningless life in the future, exile to the society, and often die early because of lack of ability to live.

Probably because human beings have been able to live forever, they began to believe in such a fragile life.

"December rabbit, are you asleep?"

Hearing Congcong's voice, Fu Lianyu moved his ears hastily.

"It's fine if you haven't slept. When the sun goes down, you can see the stars outside." After that, he lowered his voice mysteriously, "But we have to be careful, sir won't let me stay outside at night."

Fu Lianyu looked at that little face and stared at him seriously, and almost couldn't help but pulled up with his rabbit's paw, finally restraining his impulse, and continued to lie on Congcong's shoulder coldly, deciding Push back the gate time a little today.

The waiting time is always very long, Cong Cong's so-called "star" never appeared, he rubbed the skirt anxiously, the edges and corners were messed up by him, Fu Lianyu was thinking about ironing the skirt after he fell asleep One iron.

Although he should be told that skirts are for girls, his pity made him shut up and enjoy.

Besides, Congcong doesn't understand what's the meaning of this, and he's tired of playing for two days, so it's better to let him feast his eyes now, and treat it as a sick number's welfare.

The last ray of light on the horizon was finally swallowed, night fell, and the sky grew darker.

"Here we come, take a look!"

There was really a little bit of light shining in the sky, Congcong hugged him and shouted excitedly.

Fu Lianyu looked at his side face, watching him dancing and pretending that he could touch the galaxy, laughing so much that he almost didn't expose himself.

——The little fool lives in another world after all. Others look up and think there are gods, but he is the only one who sees the starlight.

It was a battle between humans and robots for more than 30 years. Every bit of starlight means that there is one less person or robot in the world over there.

Cruel and grand.