The key high school in Gyeonggi Province is characterized by many teachers. With more teachers, there are more classes, and the average number of students in each class is smaller. Su Xiangli’s class only has twenty people, and the classroom is often empty. Su Xiangli as
The transfer student was placed in the back seat. It is true that her tall and straight figure was not suitable for sitting in the front row.
When she came to school on her first day, many people recognized her, including teachers and other teaching staff, who came up to her and nodded solemnly.
In other words, this is Respect.
Su Xiangli, she is a bright banner of the new era, with many exaggerated praises added to the banner, and even some false content. Even if she does not think it is so great, and does not care about such a reputation, her reputation
Her existence brought great benefits to the school. The principal met her personally and arranged a separate dormitory for Major Su.
In Gyeonggi, a family background like Su Xiangli's could barely be considered a well-off person, and her personal status was not very eye-catching. She was not enthusiastically pursued by her classmates, who only regarded her as an outlier.
Of course there is still Respect, but that's it, the boys are not willing to get close to her, and there are very few girls who can talk to her.
Feeling lonely when you were a student may not be something worth remembering, but every student, more or less, has always experienced that kind of loneliness.
What Su Xiangli feels is not loneliness, it should be said, solitude. The difference between the two is that one is loneliness and the other is loneliness. She is alone, alone when studying, alone when eating, and is fixed in the classroom, study room and dormitory.
Running around six days a week, life has a rigid routine.
Of course, there are also difficult moments. At night, I stare at the desk lamp in the dormitory. The poplar branches outside the window sway gently with the evening breeze. The street lamp and the moonlight pass through the leaf petals of the crown, and the light yellow light spots intersect with the black ceramics.
On the window sill, the trembling outlines of the shadows of the leaves split it. Between the light and dark spots, there seemed to be a sound, like the constant ticking of small stones falling into a pond.
Su Xiangli was brought back to her senses by the sound coming from the window behind her. She did hear the sound of the glass being knocked. At first, she thought it was the sound of branches being blown against the glass by the wind, but this clicking sound persisted.
She turned her head and saw a ginger robot lying on the balcony railing of the window.
Su Xiangli hurriedly ran to open the window, "Why are you here?"
The mechanical deer crawled in slowly. He didn't say anything. He only said sorry at first, but now he maintained the utmost silence.
This silence made Su Xiangli unable to see through this machine for the first time. Faust would never act on his own initiative, so the mechanical deer came here secretly just to find Su Xiangli.
Now, it's here.
"Xiaolu, why are you here?" Su Xiangli asked again.
The mechanical deer removed the small military green canvas bag on its back, took out a white plastic thermal box, and handed it to Su Xiangli.
Opening the lid, the thermos box is divided into three compartments. The largest compartment contains a three-inch square piece of vanilla mousse. Next to it is a small cup of yogurt and four washed cherries. It is more than enough for a late night snack.
"Is it prepared for me?"
The mechanical deer silently walked to the corner and stood still, just like at home.
Su Xiangli felt filled with joy. This kind of surprise was the same as seeing a vegetative person moving his fingers. She felt that the human nature hidden in the mechanical deer was constantly being reconstructed. The book said that damage to the brain structure may lead to functional reconstruction of other parts.
To make up for the damage, just like a seed that can continue to grow and develop, the personality of the mechanical deer may become perfect as it continues to interact with the outside world.
Life never seemed so good, nor so bad. It wasn't until Su Xiangli tasted the late-night dessert prepared by the mechanical deer for her that her tense heartstrings really relaxed. It turned out that everything was not an illusion, and Lu Zhengkang was really dead.
, but he is indeed still alive. She really left the city where she grew up and came to study in a strange place.
If the past was a dream, it’s time to wake up now.
After finishing the supper, Su Xiangli cleaned the thermos box, turned to Lu Zhengkang and asked, "Are you planning to go back?"
The mechanical deer made no reply and stood upright, like a ginger potted plant in the corner of the room.
The expression on its face remains:-_-
Full of determination.
Su Xiangli was amused. She made a short and high-pitched sound that startled herself. She hadn't laughed for a long time, and even her vocal cords had forgotten how to laugh.
The mechanical deer's photosensitive element silently recorded every inch of her smile.
Su Xiangli continued to study at his desk. At 11:30 that night, his mother Yang Chuan called and said that Xiaolu was missing. Her tone was very uneasy and tentative, and Su Xiangli responded with loud laughter, undoubtedly happy.
, "It's running to me now."
"As long as it's okay, it's okay. As long as it's okay. Little Litou, why are you so happy?"
"It's very interesting. You see how nervous you are. How can a big man like Lu Zhengkang run around blindly? He brought me supper."
"..." Yang Chun was speechless, "That's best, I'll hang up first."
Su Xiangli shook her head. They always thought she was crazy, but in fact she knew very well.
She studied until one o'clock in the morning. Today's learning goal was completed, and Su Xiangli checked in the memo. Before going to bed, she spent twenty minutes to wash up quickly, and said good night to the mechanical deer.
Lying on the bed with her eyes closed, Su Xiangli suddenly felt a cold feeling on her cheeks. She opened her eyes suddenly and saw the mechanical deer squatting beside the bed, holding a cotton pad to apply skin lotion on her.
Baiyang Yangzhen usually helped. Ever since he got the mechanical deer, Su Xiangli had always done similar maintenance work himself. He was very sleepy every day at school, so he skipped this step. Unexpectedly, it always remembered it.
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When Lu Zhengkang was alive, he often told Su Xiangli to know how to take necessary care for himself. This is the dignity of modern people. During the days when the two lived together, Su Xiangli often relied on Lu Zhengkang to ask him for help.
Give yourself massage and care.
The robot does not have the warmth of a human being, but its strength is the same. It is an indescribable experience to hand over one's body to others. Psychologically, the person being served is often in a weak position, especially when both parties are strangers.
Uneasiness will intensify sensory stress.
Su Xiangli always remembered Lu Zhengkang's touch, his strength, and the rhythm of his breathing. It was like a fumigation-like memory, covered with a thick fog that is now difficult to trace.
The mechanical deer looked at Su Xiangli, and she could almost feel the stare. The robot's gaze, through the dull characters on its face, hid a living soul.