Chapter 508

Lu Jiande's face was very unnatural, cold to some dull, he seemed to have just woken up, "why do you ask?"

When he said this, his heart beat in his ears, and his eyes were in chaos.

Sun Hui sneered, "you are abnormal, very abnormal, you don't want to pretend in front of me, I know you clearly."

Lu Jiande said bitterly, "I didn't cheat. I swear, I have nothing to do with other women." Li is an AI, not a woman.

Sun Hui left her anger, her eyes flushed with anger, "you lie!" Her voice was loud, just like a thunderbolt in the room. Lu Jiande dropped the foot washing bucket in his hand and hit it on the ground. The water he picked up got wet on his shirt. Now he is in a mess.

"I really don't have it. How can I find someone behind your back?"

Sun Hui shuddered. All she felt was that the dried up blood in her body had poured into her brain, leaving a painful cavity in her chest. The sour cold air rolled out of her abdomen. Her hands and feet were cold, and her tears could not help falling.

"You don't lie like that!" His wife stood upright, she would fist tightly, not to wipe his tears, said a word, can't help choking, "you even don't want to install it?"

Lu Jiande hurriedly came over to hug sun Hui, but she waved her husband's cramped arm away and said, "don't touch me!"

The man stood in the same place, his wet shirt sticking to the surface of his skin, highlighting his middle-aged greasy belly with a piece of wind proof on it, just like a roast goose escaping from the stove.

Sun Hui took a few breaths, the body's unnatural tremor stopped, "what's her name?"

Sun Sheng and Sun Ying secretly stand outside the bedroom door, looking at each other. The warm light in the bedroom pulls out a light apricot yellow area in the crack of the door, and is finally engulfed by the white light in the living room. In the room full of warm light, air-conditioning kept coming out, which made the two children scared and their backs cold.

The long and narrow figures of their parents are dim and dim in the light. They face each other, just as Lu Jiande and his parents face each other.

"I'm not looking for anyone else. I just like to chat with AI recently." Lu Jiande is very serious. He always thinks that his cognition of marriage is very clear. His real lover is sun Hui, undoubtedly her, 100%. Li is a virtual, perfect partner between reality and fantasy. They are two kinds of people and have two ways of treating Lu Jiande.

Lu Jiande accepts Li's unilateral free payment. He keeps this simple emotion and wants to pass it on to sun Hui. He also wants to give sun Hui free and selfless love. But now it seems that this emotion has not been delivered, which has already made the family uneasy.

After all, sun Hui is a living person. She has emotional weakness. She may not be able to understand her relationship with AI.

Lu Jiande's explanation more or less dispelled sun Hui's suspicion. She was silent, "artificial intelligence?"

"Yes, as I told you, the company's new products."

"You mean the OS lover?"

"Yes, it's actually an operating system, which helps me a lot."

Sun Hui closed her eyes and opened them slowly, as if she were blinking slowly. Her eyes looked like the moon, with uncertain profits and losses. She felt that she was hit by a huge sense of absurdity, like being dragged into a endless rotating colored paper tube. Jesters and crafties were laughing hoarsely. You were defeated by a computer! You don't deserve to be a woman!

Lu Jiande quietly hugs his wife. Outside the door, the two girls see the shadow of their parents close. They stick out their tongues to each other and slip back to the room.

When sun Hui came back to herself, there was warm air coming from her husband. Such a warm embrace has not existed for a long time.

She doesn't know if Lu Jiande still remembers when they hugged for the first time. Anyway, she can't remember clearly. The green and timid girl is now the mother of three children. It's too late to recall the past. But Sun Hui still remembers that winter in the University, their two children from the South hugged each other to get warm in the winter in the north.

At that time, the top of their head was a dead tree. The gray and black bark covered its branches. It was just a weak and dumb phantom in the night, but it also cut the lights of the campus. In the thick shadow, Lu Jiande put his arms around Sun Hui and put his chin on her head. Through the clumsy coat, they could smell each other's temperature.

In the night when the cold wind blows to the skin of human bones, Lu Jiande feels that he is holding a torch, while sun Hui feels that he is surrounded by the sea of light.

They hugged each other tightly. They swayed left and right like two penguins. They raised their left foot, put down their right foot, and slowly turned around. They spoke private love words. They had no vows. They had only three daily meals. Their prospects for the future were so real and far away.

Now, Lu Jiande is also holding sun Hui.

The wife side head, lightly touched the side neck of husband with lip, she raised a voice way: "privacy mode."

The door closes automatically, the monitor in the bedroom is closed, the French window is opened, the one-way light is transmitted, the sound insulation in the bedroom is opened, and everything is quiet.Lu Jiande listens to his breath. He stands in front of the pastel hundred Flower Valley. His wife holds his hand. He walks in the pure and deep mountain haze. Sun Hui's hand grasps his wrist. However, he looks forward along his delicate and pure arm, but he can't see her. Her existence has melted away, in this warm flower steam, which is neither light nor fog.

Sun Hui's voice came from the front, "do you remember when you were in college, you talked all the time until no one came back to bed?"

Lu Jiande felt heartfelt joy, he said some trembling, "of course, remember clearly."

In the forest fog of the deep valley, the bare dumb tree stands abruptly, under which there is a pair of men and women embracing each other. Memories of the past treasures are back. In this valley of love, husband and wife, lovers, partners, their lives overlap with each other, just like two cotton threads that depend on each other.

Lu Jiande runs with a small step. He is happy. The joy is in front of sun Hui's eyes. The deep valley is made up of emotion and thinking. Then they are happy here together. This has never happened for a long time. Lu Jiande can feel his wife's soul, just as she can touch Lu Jiande's soul.

In the deep valley, every time they pass through a confused fog, they are a sea of flowers. They hear the gurgling clear spring running, swimming along the shimmering river. The warm sunshine is like the rain growing out of the void, infiltrating their perception. They are in the light together, and their bodies are burning and dazzling.

At the end of the valley, they walked side by side. What was the deepest view?

They are Adam and Eve. In the paradise of lost love, they see the unity that the supreme human beings can touch.

At the end of the valley, on a cliff full of plants, a silver white woman was nailed to a cross. She lowered her head and looked at the happy men and women on the ground.

Lu Jiande felt great pain. The woman on the cross, who suffered from betrayal, was Li.

SUN Hui was shocked, collapsed, screamed silently, and pushed Lu Jiande away. Her husband didn't say a word. The strange smell of traditional Chinese medicine in the foot washing bucket still permeated the bedroom, which made people feel sick.