Chapter 599 Will it snow in Cyberpunk? (4)

But the public information above did not mention that Jiang Mian hated strawberries. It was normal for him to want to change his taste occasionally. Bai Yao

exchanged yogurt with him neatly.

He smiled and said, "Thank you."

Bai Yao inexplicably thought of the crystal ball, and a cheerful smile appeared on his face. "I like the gift you gave me very much. The snowflakes in it are like real ones."

His eyes were slightly curved, and there was also a smile in his gentle eyes. "As long as you like it."

It will snow now.

But Bai Yao always believed in his heart that those black things floating down from the sky were not really "snow". They were just black dust. Real snow should be pure white.

Bai Yao asked him curiously, "Where did you buy that crystal ball? When my friend has a birthday in the future, I also want to buy it and give it to her as a gift."

The curve of his lips became more and more perfect and beautiful, "I think, as long as a boy can receive something from Miss Bai, no matter what the gift is, he should be happy."

"My friend is a girl." Bai Yao smiled, "Girls should like such beautiful things."

He replied calmly, "So Miss Bai was talking about female friends. You think the crystal ball I gave will be popular with girls. This is my honor, but the crystal ball I gave to Miss Bai was not bought from outside."

"Not bought?"

He said: "It was handmade by me."

Bai Yao was indeed surprised, but when he thought about it carefully, that kind of crystal ball with white snowflakes flying on it was indeed rare.

After all, in the impression of everyone today, snowflakes should be black, and those exquisite gift shops also sell crystal balls, but she has never seen a crystal ball with white snowflakes.

Jiang Mian has a very good temper. He smiled, "But if Miss Bai needs it, I can make it again."

"No, no, no, I am very satisfied to receive such an expensive gift. Your hands are used to fly airplanes. Such precious hands should be protected well."

He smiled and said "um" softly.

Bai Yao unexpectedly heard a bit of well-behaved meaning in his voice, as if he was listening to her and would really protect his hands well in the future.

This young man is very polite and courteous in his behavior, and he speaks and acts with moderation. To be honest, he is indeed easy to arouse the favor of others.

Out of courtesy, Bai Yao sat with Jiang Mian for a while, and when Bai Yu came out of the study, she returned to her room.

Their home was on the 36th floor of a skyscraper. This floor sounds high, but in this era of densely packed skyscrapers, the 36th floor is considered a low floor.

Occasionally, when you open the curtains, you can see airships flying by with advertising banners.

Bai Yao looked out the window. The gorgeous lights illuminated the night. On the opposite building, a soda advertisement was projected on the screen. The girl in the advertisement swayed her seductive figure, as if she could walk out of the building at any time and blow a kiss to passers-by.

Young people riding motorcycles on the street were shouting excitedly. They didn't care if they hit a garbage recycling robot. They just cursed and continued to fly.

Bai Yao closed the window, instantly blocking out all the sounds from the outside world. Then he pulled the curtains, and the dazzling colors disappeared.

Late at night, for people of this era, is when the nightlife begins.

In the white-themed master bedroom, Bai Yu and Wen Wan were still discussing that after the black rain, they would have a lot of things to do when they returned to their jobs.

In the pink-themed princess room, Bai Yao was lying on the bed watching TV series. While waiting for the commercials, she picked up the crystal ball on the bedside table and stared at the two little figures on the top of the tower, noticing their clasped hands.

She wondered, are they a couple?

In the dim room with only a small light on, the young man in a simple white shirt and black trousers sat quietly on the bed, carefully stroking a box of strawberry-flavored yogurt in his hand, his black eyes never moving away.

The black hair that was wet in the bathroom fell down, slightly covering his eyes.

He took out a hairpin and tied up his hair, revealing his smooth forehead. The man who usually pretended to be calm now had a bit of youthfulness that should belong to his age.

He held the yogurt against his chest, lowered his eyes and laughed softly.

The simple nude pink hairpin looked like a blooming pink flower on the black hair.

It rained heavily the next day. The rain was black and corrosive to the human body. At this time, except for the relevant staff who would wear work clothes and shuttle outside to collect data, there would be no other pedestrians on the street.

At this time, the neighbors who usually didn't talk to each other seemed to be active, either calling to play cards together or to make dumplings.

Bai Yu's old classmates also lived in this building. He took the tea set sent by Jiang Mian and went to have tea with his old classmates. As for Wen Wan, she took Jiang Mian to meet a retired old professor who lived in the building. In fact, this was equivalent to making connections for Jiang Mian.

Bai Yao never liked to hang out with those people. She sat in the living room with her legs crossed and put on a game helmet. The moment she opened her eyes, she saw the street at dusk.

There were many people on the road, and the shops on both sides were flashing colorful billboards. Two girls ran out of the candy store holding hands and almost bumped into Bai Yao who was passing by.

This is a holographic game. As long as you wear a helmet that can connect to the nerves, you can be in various scenes anytime and anywhere.

Bai Yao's game helmet is the latest model given by Bai Yu. It is said to be the most realistic. It has not yet been launched, but Bai Yu has already got one from a friend as Bai Yao's birthday gift with his strong interpersonal relationships.

And Bai Yao's favorite thing is to set the game to a peaceful scene with a normal sky. There is no purification tower here, and there is no distinction between upper and lower floors. There are green plants everywhere, and there are flowers everywhere.

She "walked" on the street, crossing the dividing line between dusk and the shadows of the buildings. The scene in front of her eyes suddenly became distorted as if snowflakes appeared.

Bai Yao felt a headache, and when she lowered her eyes, she saw a dark hand grabbing her hand. The bright scene around her suddenly turned into a fragmented darkness.

She was frightened and took off her helmet in a panic. She happened to see Jiang Mian who had just walked in from the gate.

Jiang Mian saw that Bai Yao's face was not right, and asked with concern: "Miss Bai, what's wrong with you?"

Bai Yao stood up from the sofa. Her legs were numb from sitting cross-legged for so long. She stumbled and fell back onto the sofa. The helmet in her hand fell on her head.

The young man's beautiful hands caught the helmet steadily.

As the helmet slowly moved away, Bai Yao looked at the face that was close at hand.

He stood against the light, blurring the light behind him. His face had a gentle expression, but it was a little gray for no reason because of the shadow.

Jiang Mian leaned over, with the light of broken stars floating in his clear and clean eyes. "Miss Bai, are you okay?"