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The charging hatch will only pop open automatically when the system is full of energy. Now that the charging is stopped, the blue light around the No. [-] system flashes twice, and it is forced to enter a dormant state——

Anyway, its emotional program has not been developed yet, and there is no such thing as anger at all.

After finishing all this, the little tortoise climbed back to the ground again. It looked up at Little King Kong, and shook its tail slightly: "Okay, No. [-] can't get out~"

Little King Kong stuck to the hatch and sighed with ignorance: "Wow, little turtle, you are so smart!"

The little tortoise flicked its tail as a response, then clambered back to the edge of the fish tank again, and fell into it with a thud.It likes to sleep, Little King Kong woke it up just now, and now it needs to sleep again.

Seeing this, Little King Kong had no choice but to stay in the charging compartment until the energy was replenished before going out.Its energy loss is too great, and the main board program has been damaged to varying degrees, so it is not as fast as the No. [-] system, at least it will take a whole day to charge.

The time flow rate of the space station is different from that of the human world, but King Kong never calculated how different it is.He lay on the translucent hatch and looked out of the space station through the light curtain. He saw a water-blue planet quietly floating among the vast stars, silent and beautiful.

Tomorrow will be there.

Little King Kong suddenly felt a little sad, and even the light on his body dimmed a bit.

He thought about tomorrow...

It is rare for a machine to suddenly appear sad, no matter when it is.When the interstellar executive finished handling matters and returned to the office, he saw that the brightest diamond among all diamonds suddenly became dim, as if his body was covered by the night.

The interstellar executive walked slowly in front of Little King Kong, and the sound of high heels landing sounded in the huge office, which seemed clear and lonely.She bent down slightly, watched the situation inside the cabin door tenderly, and asked aloud, "Little King Kong, are you sad?"

Little King Kong was sticking against the translucent hatch, as if he wanted to go out very much, with a simple tone, he whispered sadly: "My lord executive, I feel like crying a little bit."

The executive officer paused: "But Little King Kong, I have never implanted a sad program in you, and the system has never cried, you are not human..."

Little King Kong looked at her eagerly: "Master Executive Officer, can I become a human?"

Because of its words, the air suddenly fell silent.

The executive looked at the small system in front of him, wondering why a machine composed of programs would have such an idea.She moved her fingertips lightly, and saw countless balls of light suddenly appearing in the air. Those balls of light were like a big screen, showing the lives of many people.

"Little King Kong, do you know what a human being is?"

"They are born, old, sick, and dead, doomed..."

"They were teased by fate and couldn't help themselves..."

"They always miss and regret again and again. If there is no chance to do it again, such a life will be very bitter..."

With the narration of the interstellar executive, the picture of the light ball in her hand is constantly changing.There are all kinds of human beings on it, some died prematurely due to illness, or died due to unforeseen disasters, and some people were blinded by greed, didn't know what they loved, and felt that they had failed and regretted it when they were dying.

The cicadas in the world blew thousands of times, and they regretted it thousands of times.

The distant voice of the executive echoed in the office: "Sometimes it is much simpler to be a system than a human..."

The energy at her fingertips dissipated, and the light balls in the air suddenly burst like bubbles one by one, turning into thousands of light spots, and then passed away with a gust of wind, and were blown into the cosmic galaxy.Wherever these light spots fall, there will be a rain.

Summer on earth is over, and that rainy season is coming to an end.Dark night enveloped the entire city, leaving only a cold and empty street, with neon lights flickering and staggered, illuminating the rain falling from above.

"From the night of the 18th to the daytime of the 19th, there will be localized moderate rain in some areas, with a 24-hour rainfall of 10-19 mm. Experts remind attention to the impact of rain and fog on transportation, shipping and other industries. This rain may be the last of this summer. rain..."

A family upstairs is watching the weather forecast. The owner is a gray-haired old man. Because of deafness, he likes to turn the TV volume to the maximum every time. When everything is quiet, he can hear it upstairs and downstairs.However, the only daughter of the old man committed suicide by jumping off the building a few months ago, and the neighbors could only be considerate and patient, and did not dare to come to ask for trouble.

Tomorrow happens to live downstairs.The lights in the living room were not turned on, and his figure was enveloped in darkness, so he couldn't even notice his existence unless he looked carefully.He seemed to be waiting for something, but nothing came. There was only a cat curled up quietly on his lap, wagging its tail once and for all.

After Xiao Jin'ang left, Ming Zhou's life returned to the way it was before, so peaceful, so silent, like a pool of stagnant water, without any waves appearing again.

He is still the same as before, going to work, leaving get off work, and rarely going out unless necessary.The only difference is that I have a cat, but that cat doesn't like to go out, and always lies quietly in the nest.

The weather forecast upstairs disappeared, and the gray-haired old man turned off the TV, walked to the balcony with staggering steps, muttered about collecting clothes, and complained about his daughter's laziness.

He has Alzheimer's, forgets that his daughter is dead, and leaps from where he stood months ago.

Sometimes he even forgot that he had a daughter, forgot his first and last name, and was sent back by the police after being lost nearby.

Forgetting is such a good thing.

Ming Zhou listened to the sound of rain outside, and slowly hugged the cat in his arms tightly. This was the last rain this summer, and it seemed to represent the end of something.

He was extremely calm, never cried again, lived a more normal life than everyone else, and even forgot the passage of time, he just felt that he could keep breathing.

Ming Zhou hadn't written a diary for a long time, and the black-covered book was quietly lying in the drawer, already dusty.

Mingri put the cat on the ground, then walked slowly to the bedroom, he sat at the desk as before, opened the diary, and made holes in the paper amidst the pattering rain——

[This is the last rain this summer. 】

Ming Zhou lowered his head, and when he lowered his eyes, he was still so gentle and refined, outsiders had never seen his red eyes.

[I never thought of forgetting, but it is almost over. 】

Ming Zhou's hand holding the pen trembled a little, he had no choice but to hold his wrist tightly with his left hand, so that he could calm down for a moment before continuing to write.The moonlight poured on the paper, and no ink marks could be seen, only a hole riddled with holes.

【I once had a dream...】

【In my dream, the sky suddenly brightened, and the sun was as blue as the sun. That was a scene I had never touched before...】

【I remember every detail of the dream, every rain that fell. 】

【I can even recall every cicada's chirp trembling in the treetops, and every inch of temperature when the scorching sun fell on my body. 】

【It is so real, yet so empty, like boiling water, after boiling, there is endless silence. 】

[After this rain, everything will be over. 】

[The scorching sun will no longer have such a scorching temperature, and the lush green trees will dry up and turn yellow because of the arrival of autumn. Looking back on this life, it is long and endless, but the story is too short. We will eventually leave this world, like leaves from Branches fall, like sunlight moving obliquely into tall buildings...]

Ming Zhou paused for a long time before finally saying the last sentence. Because of too much force, his fingertips kept shaking:

[And he hasn't come back yet. 】

And he hasn't come back yet...

After Ming Zhou realized this fact, he couldn't control his eyes and closed his eyes suddenly. Desperation flooded his heart for a moment. The illusion of calm for several months was finally shattered into pieces at this moment, leaving only a fine pain like a needle prick.

The tear stains wet the paper, smoothing out the raised holes and making it impossible to read what had been written on it.

Ming Zhou slowly tore off the piece of paper, and the pieces fell on the floor like snowflakes, and some of them floated out of the window.Like a dying person, he suddenly exhausted his last bit of strength to stand up and stumbled to the door.

He didn't know what he was going to do, he just knew he was out of breath, he just knew what he should look for in the rain.

Ming Zhou didn't bring a guide stick, and just relied on his memory to grope and walk in the dark. The streets were empty.The eager rain hit him, and soon he was drenched, like a wandering ghost.

The arrival of that person pulled him out of hell, but when he left, he turned him into a real madman.

Tomorrow, he walked along the road where he met Xiao Jinang for the first time, and there were still many bicycles on the blind road.Ming Zhou stumbled and bumped into sharp objects repeatedly with his knees, backed up repeatedly, until finally he was close to numbness.

There was a broken brick on the ground, like the last straw that broke the camel's back. Ming Tian accidentally tripped and fell to the ground, and then he never had the strength to get up again.

He didn't know where Xiao Jinang went, let alone when the other party would come back, he only knew that such a long and endless wait made him feel tormented every minute and every second, more suffocating than before.

And more than ever, I want to seek death.

Liang Jingjing didn't know when she quietly followed Ming Zhou and ran out.It walked out of the gate of the community, followed the scent all the way to search, and finally saw the pale Mingri, ran to the other side, and gave two low calls.

"Meow~"

"Meow~"

Hearing Jingjing's cry in the morning, he regained consciousness slowly. He moved his fingertips, groped slowly on the muddy ground, and was about to hold the cat in his arms, but just as he touched Jingjing's body, it suddenly He ran away with a whoosh.

Ming Zhou panicked for a moment, staggered up from the ground, and wanted to call it back.However, Liang Jingjing ran all the way to the end of the sidewalk, and finally stopped in front of a man holding an umbrella, circling around his legs.

The man was holding an umbrella in the rain, and couldn't see his face clearly. He saw Liang Jingjing yelling at him, leaned over and picked it up from the ground with one hand, and then walked to Mingri with the umbrella.

Despite the noise of the rain, Mingri heard footsteps from far to near, mixed with a few familiar meows.He thought that someone had picked up Jingjing, and when the footsteps got closer, he said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you, that cat is mine. It was accidentally lost just now, can you return it to me?"

His body was covered in mud and he was in a terrible state of distress. He even seemed reluctant to stand, but his expression was still gentle and indifferent. After speaking, he groped in the air and stretched out his hand, waiting for the other party to return the cat to him.

However, the man didn't move. He just took a step forward and slowly tilted the umbrella in his hand to cover his head, covering up the dampness.

Ming Zhou noticed something, and slowly opened his eyes, the pupils were narrow and dark, covered with a sickly white cloud, the raindrops slid down his slender eyelashes, making him look like he was crying: "Thank you, put my Give me back the cat."

He maintained the posture of reaching out, looking a little stubborn, as if he must get something back before he would give up, and Liang Jingjing also began to thump, wanting to get into Ming Zhou's arms.

The man had no choice but to let go of his hand, and carefully sent the cat into Ming Zhou's arms.Ming Zhou only felt that there was a steamy but warm plush thing in his arms, and he instinctively wanted to hug it tightly, but the next second he was caught off guard and fell into a dry and warm embrace, with a long-lost familiar atmosphere .

Tomorrow he froze.

The umbrella lifted slightly, revealing the man's face.He looked to be in his early twenties, with dark, shaggy hair with a natural curl.His eyes are bright, and when he smiles, there is a small dimple on his cheek, like a warm sun.

It's Xiao Jinang...

He held the umbrella in one hand, hugged Ming Zhou's staggering body tightly with the other, then slowly lowered his head, buried his face in the wet neck of the other party and rubbed it, sighing, and said in a low voice: "Doctor Ming..."

He hugged the person he liked, and also hugged his cat: "I'm here to find you..."

He won't leave the people he likes, and he won't leave his cats either.

Xiao Jin'ang searched for Mingri's cold lips in the dark, and kissed softly one after another when the other party was in a daze and couldn't recover.He didn't even want to think about the umbrella in his hand anymore, let the umbrella fall to the ground, slowly held Ming Zhou's cold and pale face with both hands, pressed against Ming Zhou's forehead and whispered: "I will never leave you again in the future."

Never again.

The interstellar executive once told Xiao Jinang that being a person is much more complicated than being a system, and there is no such a long and endless lifespan.

But Xiao Jinang felt that everything became precious because of its ephemerality.Precisely because life is short, so they will learn to cherish in a limited time.

He is willing to abandon the endless life of the system and live as a human being.

The long summer is endless, and the night rain will stop.

When Xiao Jin'ang and Ming Zhou hugged each other tightly, a woman was watching them quietly in the shade of a tree.She didn't hold an umbrella, but the fine rain seemed to be separated by an invisible force, and none of them fell on her.

The interstellar executive looked at Xiao Jinang, and finally moved his lips silently:

"Xiao Jinang, let's live as a human from now on..."

"Your life will no longer be maintained by cold mechanical energy, but by warm blood."

After she finished speaking, her figure gradually disappeared into the air without a trace, and the dense rain on the horizon also eased a bit, and slowly stopped with her departure.

Some people's world only starts to light up at the age of 35, and then it will never go dark again.He will no longer fall into the gap between fleeting years, nor will he fall into the abyss again.

Because human life is always short and full of suffering, the gods will bestow encounters called salvation one after another.

And he has seized the redemption that belongs to him.