Are you human?

Fu Lianyu felt that there must be something wrong with the bionic man he lived in.

He always unconsciously looked in the direction of the messenger, looking at his hair, ears, mouth, hands, and feet for a long time.

The ones who see the most are those eyes.

Those eyes were always looking ahead indifferently, without a focus, and the long eyelashes fanned, so that he could feel the wind blowing through the palm of his hand, cooling into his heart.

Occasionally, those eyes would glance over and meet him for a second, and he looked away as if being stabbed, blinking non-stop.

There must be something wrong with him, maybe the android is programmed like this, after all, if you don't keep an eye on the messenger, how do you know he hasn't escaped.

The messenger saw him coming in this direction again, he wanted to turn his head but held back, and stared back not to be outdone.

The other party stared after him as if he had seen something rare, so that sweat broke out on his forehead.

Why is this bionic man made so finely that it even sweats?What's the point of an android sweating?

"Hey, you," the messenger couldn't hold back, and said to him, "I'm coming down."

Only then did Fu Lianyu realize that the courier's hands and feet were bound to the chair, so there was no such thing as escape.

He walked over, and the special key on his body opened the lock, but the messenger didn't stand up obediently, and fell into his arms unsteadily.

"what happened to you?"

The bionic man spoke in a monotonous tone, which made Fu Lianyu heave a sigh of relief. He finally saved some face and didn't make a fool of himself in front of the ten-year-old brat.

But the other party only looks like ten years old, and his demeanor is not like a child at all, but he is not so like an adult, standing vaguely at the border.

"Hands hurt, feet hurt."

The messenger looked like he was too lazy to talk nonsense with him. Fu Lianyu thought that he had been exposed anyway, and the messenger had no intention of betraying him, so he picked him up and walked to the backyard.

Halfway there, I couldn't help but ask him, "How did you see that?"

The person in his arms didn't answer, and just lay down with his eyes closed, with a look of peace of mind.

"I threw it away."

Standing under the big tree in the courtyard, with thick fallen leaves under his feet, Fu Lianyu spread his hands slightly, making a gesture to let go, but the little guy still ignored him, showing a lack of interest.

Fu Lianyu chose things by himself, but he was the one who suffered. This pilgrimage would last at least a whole week. If he really broke the porcelain doll here, it might be scrapped directly.

So he resigned to his fate and hugged the man tighter, and took a step to go to the inner room, but the man turned over and jumped down. Before he could react, he fled to the eaves, raised his hands and snapped his fingers.

The leaves on the tree fell down with a rush, and the force was so strong that it would bury his whole body. He yelled and waved his hands, and vaguely saw the messenger in front of him bent over with a smile, and ran back into the room alone.

He was just about to find someone to settle the accounts, but he saw someone changed into simple clothes, brought out a big package, spread a white cloth on the ground, arranged everything for food, and set up a small lamp.

Fu Lianyu lost his temper all of a sudden, and only thought about the dead branches and leaves. Except for the soft ground, there was no scenery at all. The messenger clapped his hands, and pink flowers bloomed on the tree in an instant, shaking from time to time. The branches, a few petals fell, fell on the tip of the child's nose, and were blown away by his puffed cheeks.

This time the man seemed to come alive, completely different from what he saw in the daytime, and the fire was shining in his eyes, as if he was wearing a small hook, hooking him in that direction.

"Sit down, you idiot."

This time it was Fu Lianyu's turn to roll his eyes and ignore him.

The messenger was not annoyed, winked at him, and handed him a small wine glass: "Try it, it smells so good."

The liquid in the cup looked like white water, but it was very spicy in the mouth, and Fu Lianyu's whole body was heated up: "Wine."

"Is it good to drink? This is my favorite."

The messenger's face turned red, his eyes narrowed, and his smile grew stronger.

Suddenly, Fu Lianyu blurted out: "You look so pretty when you smile."

"What?" The messenger seemed to be drunk, and leaned in with his hands up.

"I said, you, you drink when you are old."

"Oh," the messenger sat back to his original position, lifted up his clothes, there were shallow scars on the inside of his arms, which Fu Lianyu didn't notice in the morning, "Sixteen, I'm sixteen."

"You are the big fool, you can't remember how old you are."

The messenger held his hands together and laughed again, his tied hair spread out and fell messily on his body: "If one day, they want to take my memory away, then I don't even know how old I am gone?"

Fu Lianyu felt that he couldn't control his hand, and the other party filled a glass for him, and he drank it down: "Then your memory has been taken away, and you don't know what is engraved on your arm."

The messenger tilted his head and laughed, and the wine was full, overflowing Fu Lianyu's hand: "Yes, then I won't engrave it, it's useless to engrave it, hahaha."

Fu Lianyu didn't know what was wrong with him, shouldn't bionics be incapable of getting drunk? Why did he feel that the scenery in front of him was so hazy, and the messenger's whole body was glowing with pink light, bouncing around and scattering fallen flowers , Shouting that he will always be 16 years old.

Do those who come on the pilgrimage know that the messenger they worship is a little madman?

When he came back to his senses, he had already collapsed on the messenger's lap. The other party lowered his head, and even the strands of hair fell on his face. He could clearly feel the hairs poking his face , fine and dense.

The messenger drew circles on his face, and when he saw his eyes opened, he asked him, "You are human, do you have a name?"

His throat was burning so badly that Fu Lianyu couldn't open his mouth, so he nodded.

"what is it call?"

"Fu Lianyu."

The voice sounded like it was broken, and the messenger turned his ear to one side and asked again, "What's your name?"

Fu Lianyu simply grabbed his hand and wrote stroke by stroke in his palm. The other party was also restless. While he was writing, he laughed and shook until his head hit the ground.

After finishing writing, Fu Lianyu pointed at his palm and looked at him. The messenger brushed his hair and showed his face: "I don't know you, teach me."

Fu Lianyu sighed, sat up, squeezed the messenger's hand, and slowly wrote: "Fu."

"Well, Fu."

The messenger finally showed a serious look, staring at his fingertips, where sparks would come out from the friction.

"Squeeze."

"Squeeze."

He thought of the sound of petals falling, like the voice of a messenger, light and firm.

"feather."

"feather."

The messenger's mouth pouted, and after he finished speaking, he blew at him, and the petals that fell halfway moved closer to him before falling down again.

Fu Lianyu thought, he was probably doomed.

The courier read his name a few more times, always drawing a long sound when he read the last word, with his mouth pouted up high.

He turned away from looking at the other person, but continued to drink the remaining wine, which was not as spicy as before, but tasted a little sweet.

"Fu Lianyu."

He followed the prestige, and was startled by the upside-down face. The messenger hung on the tree at some point.

"Fu Lianyu, do you have memories of being outside?"

"Have."

"What is it like outside? Are there any big trees?"

Fu Lianyu looked up at the tree and shook his head.

Now the air is automatically filtered and purified. It is not suitable to grow these green plants outdoors, and it wastes precious water resources indoors. It is useless at most.

In fact, the way of life here in the Messenger is similar to that before human beings began to modify their bodies a long time ago. There are trees and flowers, what they eat is food, and the clothes they wear are also made of ordinary cotton cloth.

He took a deep breath, he could even smell the fragrance of flowers, raised his hand and scratched the messenger's nose: "You are here, much better than outside."

"Really." The messenger sniffed, turned over, left a back view for him, supported the tree trunk with one hand, and looked up to the sky, "But the book said that there are stars in the night sky, and I have never seen them. "

The voice sank, like fallen leaves under his feet. Fu Lianyu thought at first, but he couldn't see the stars outside, and the pollution was too serious, but he couldn't bear it. He just stood up and opened his arms, fearing that the messenger would fall: "Then It’s a protective cover, lest you run out, if it’s gone, you’ll be able to see the stars.”

The messenger shook his feet, and his hair moved accordingly: "Will you leave one day?"

Fu Lianyu was silent for a while: "Yes."

The air is quiet, the flowers don't fall, the trees don't move, and the eyes are like oil paintings, silent and lifeless.

"I can..." "You can give me a name!"

The messenger jumped down from the other side and did not fall into his arms, but landed steadily on the ground. He lowered his head and kicked up the fallen leaves on the ground.

"name?"

"Yes, I don't have a name. Everyone calls me by messenger, but there are many messengers, and they are not special at all." The other party circled around and came to him, "You are from outside, and you know more things than me. Duo, please give me a name."

The flowers started to fall again, Fu Lianyu watched the hair of the person in front of him fly away in the sea of ​​flowers, opened his arms and twirled, and had an idea: "That's called Fu Yu."

The messenger stopped and pushed his hair behind his ears, revealing his red eyes: "Fu Yu?"

"Yes, Fu Yu," Fu Lianyu held his face in his hands, "Lush and lush."

"There is a word that is the same as yours."

"Yes, that's the last name."

"What's the last name?"

"That's right," Fu Lianyu considered for a while, "It's just a family."

The child blinked at him again, with his mouth slightly open, and the rain of flowers became more and more violent.

He squatted down, lifted the cloth that was spread on the ground, and flew up with the flowers and fallen leaves. He held the cloth and ran around the tree, shouting as he ran, "I have a name!"

Fu Lianyu crossed his arms to look at him, and saw Fu Yu stopped in front of him and wrapped himself in a cloth: "Hello, my name is Fu Yu."

"Hi, my name is Fu Lianyu."

The man squatted down and was at eye level with the boy. He was dressed in a white cloth and stood against a pink background, which reminded him of the weddings in the past. The bride walked into the palace in a wedding dress, holding the groom's hand.

In the past, he felt that this kind of thing was too boring, and his life was too long, how could the promise stand the wash of time.

But at this moment, he actually felt happy.