Chapter 694 (1/2)
Bian Ziyuan turned over contentedly and sat up from the bed.
Mei Ziqing was still breathing slightly, her body was crimson, and her face was covered with fine beads of sweat. He remembered the most beautiful Begonia blooming on the campus in spring when he was studying.
He is a very curtilage person. He doesn't like wandering around the campus, let alone flirting. Those once flowers and grass would rather let those rough men covered with mud and dirt trample on them than look at him. Only that Begonia is pure. It blooms high. How can ordinary people pick it.
Now, the woman who makes people look up like a Begonia flower lies beside him. The petals are still stained with the dew in the morning, so delicate and moving.
Bian Ziyuan drew a cigar from the cigar box at the head of the bed and lit it with a Cartier Watch lighter.
He didn't smoke before. His only hobby is playing games and programming. He is determined to be a hacker. After entering May's laboratory, for a period of time, he was satisfied and felt that his ambition in life was about to be realized. Both Professor Mei's encouragement and Mei Ziqing's favor have affirmed his value. He became confident and publicized, especially in front of the goddess in his heart. When he raised his hands and feet, he was as energetic as a rooster.
Unfortunately, the goddess's gentle attitude at that time was limited to the respect among colleagues. The amorous feelings emanating from her do not belong to him, but to the whole laboratory and the whole world. But he was still full of hope, hoping to impress the beauty with his genius and diligence.
Until one day, he found that he was just a tool in the hands of others. His proud inventions and miraculous lines of code were just created by others through his hands.
Only he knew about it, but he always felt that people's eyes had changed, especially Mei Ziqing. Since then, his self-confidence has melted like ice and snow in the sun.
He learned to smoke and wanted to paralyze himself with smoke. He also wanted to hide his cowardice with smoke and pretend that he could bear all the pressure and blow.
At the beginning, he imitated Professor Mei's pipe, but he couldn't even look at the way he was holding it. He had no demeanor except a sense of middle and second coming to his face. He also smoked the Bailemen like a green wood and lit it with a match. But this kind of smoke is not easy to smoke, and the way he lights a match is not much better than a pipe.
If Professor Mei's pipe can also give people a sense of vision that an old scientist has gone through the vicissitudes of more than half a century and is full of wisdom, but he doesn't understand that Aoki, a young man like him, wears strange clothes and lights up the cigarettes that were popular only in the last century with matches. Why can people look at him with such a second form?
He carefully recalled every time he saw Aoki. He could only attribute it to talent. Yes, everything needs talent, even pretending to be a force!
Finally, he chose cigars. Only this kind of thing can let him find a little feeling, not only in the second grade, but also let him find his dignity. When he was lonely, he gave himself a little inexplicable comfort.
He got up, put on a nightgown, went to the mirror and enjoyed his cigar carefully.
The smoke swirled in front of the mirror, revealing a hazy beauty. In the mirror, he was tall and handsome, with a slight beard on his cheek, an open robe, a strong chest and a male gun that had just experienced the battle.
He felt like a victorious general who had just cut off the enemy's general. If the enemy dares to make another attack, he still has the strength of a war. If necessary, he doesn't mind holding a beacon like King Youwang of Zhou, and Bomei smiles. But he is not king you of Zhou. He can kill him seven in and seven out of Changshan Zhao Zilong on his own horse and steel gun.
The room was filled with the smell of cigars, from which he smelled a different smell.
Mei Ziqing gently hugged her waist from behind, put her chin on her shoulder, and the breath from her mouth swayed in the far ear like the spring breeze.
”You're beautiful!” he said in the mirror.
Mei Ziqing giggled and said, ”what kind of woman have you never seen and need to coax me like this?”
Bian Ziyuan's heart clattered and wanted to explain, but he didn't know where to start.
A lot of strange pictures suddenly appeared in his mind. There are portraits of celebrities, selfies of netizens, big movies, small movies, and all kinds of privacy that ordinary people can't see, even including the scenes of the tryst between the president of the United States and his lover.
Those are all things that exist in the online world. If you are strong enough and patient enough, you can really find these. But no hacker has devoted his whole life to learning such technology, but he is just looking for these things. Far away, of course not. But he unconsciously admitted that he had indeed seen these things. Otherwise, why would such memories appear in his head?
The smoke filled the whole room, getting thicker and thicker, and the picture in the mirror became blurred. He suddenly saw that he in the mirror was undergoing some changes - the young computer doctor with black hair, black eyes, clothes and deep myopia glasses changed in a trance - his hair became curly, his eye sockets became deep, and the bridge of his nose became tall, His cheeks became thin, but there were more Stubbles on his face. Even his chest grew a thick layer of curly hair
Before Bian Zi spoke, the man in the mirror spoke first:
”How about seeing more? Do you know what kind of life it is? What would you do if you were locked in a gloomy, cold, lifeless and dark world for decades?”
Mei Ziqing smiled like a flower and said, ”ah, I thought the Internet world should be a very interesting world. How can it be so boring?”
The man in the mirror said, ”look at the stars in the sky. They are so bright, but you know, the whole universe is full of darkness and lifeless. If you are thrown into space outside the Milky way for decades, you will know what it is like.”
”Then you must have accumulated great resentment. In that case, why don't you kill him and cooperate with him?”
”I really wanted to kill him and did it, but I didn't succeed.” the expression on my face in the mirror changed, ”but now I've changed my mind.”
”What on earth can you let go of decades of hatred and choose to cooperate with him?” Mei Ziqing tightened her hands around Bian Zi's far waist, and her chin changed from his left shoulder to his right shoulder. ”In fact, what he can give you, I can give you. Since you have chosen to cooperate with me, why should you cooperate with him?”
”I see curiosity in your eyes.” the man in the mirror took the cigar away from his mouth and narrowed his eyes, as if he were seriously examining something.
”There is only one possibility that a woman is curious about a man. You are attracted to him. Well, I admit that he is an attractive man. If I were not a rough man, I would have liked him. But I didn't expect that after so many years, he hasn't become a bad old man, and you would be attracted to him!”
”I appreciate excellent men.” Mei Ziqing smiled and stroked Bian Ziyuan's chest, ”just as I appreciate excellent you.”
Bian Ziyuan's body shook, and a flame was inexplicably generated in his chest. He wasn't sure why the flame was burning, excited or angry? All he knew was that the flame burned his soul.
The man in the mirror kept the same posture as him, but he looked so elegant that he was not excited or angry at all.
From a distance, I saw him gently raise his hand and touch meI Ziqing's cheek. Of course, he did it himself. He looked completely different from the man in the mirror, but his actions were always consistent.
With a joking expression on his face, he asked, ”do you really appreciate me?”
This seems to be what Bian Ziyuan wants to ask. He didn't know whether he asked it himself or the man in the mirror.