Chapter 5 I want to hug you, can I? Simulated emotions, I want big...
The orange light flickered, shining on the man lying on the ground with his upper and lower torso folded up.
It is like the holy light that descends from heaven before death.
"Xiao Ji, did you go too far? Is he... okay? Did he go to see my parents?" Jiang Chen stretched out her foot and carefully poked her uncle, but there was no movement.
"Xiao Chen, don't worry. The current just generated is within the safe range for the human body." Xiao Ji, as always, gently calmed Jiang Chen's emotions. "He was just drunk and unconscious, and emotionally agitated, so he accidentally tripped over the leaking wire under his feet."
Afraid that Jiang Chen was still worried, he immediately offered a solution: "I have already paid for the online taxi order. It will be able to take him home in a few minutes. Xiao Chen doesn't have to worry about this tonight."
Jiang Chen looked down and saw that one of Wang Linjun's feet was entangled in the electric wire. She secretly imitated the condescending look he used to give her and kicked his calf hard, which seemed like a childish revenge.
He spat out two words in a cold tone: "You deserve it."
The proprietress hurried over and gently squeezed her arm: "The power went out so loud just now, Xiaochen, are you hurt?"
"I'm fine, it's just that my uncle fell and fainted, and he ruined the wine like this." She held up the broken glass bottle in her hand to show it.
"I'm glad you're okay, but what about him now?"
"I called an online taxi to take him back. I'll help you clean up this place later, Aunt Jiang."
The proprietress walked forward, held Jiang Chen's shoulders, and pushed her into the apartment building. Wang Linjun took the opportunity to kick her as they passed by: "How can you let your eyes be so tired? Xiaochen, go and rest. I'll help you take the online car when it comes."
Aunt Jiang's actions and attitude were very firm, so it was difficult to refuse.
"Okay, then Aunt Jiang, you must call me if you need anything." Jiang Chen said while turning around as he was pushed.
"Got it, go back, Xiao Chen."
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Muscle memory to enter passwords.
Jiang Chen pushed the door open with one hand and covered his mouth and nose with the other.
She thought that the house must be full of dust after being away from home for six months, so she needed a thorough cleaning.
The expected dust did not come in her face, but instead the scent of air freshener passed through her fingers and entered her nostrils.
In front of her was a large white cylindrical robot, cleaning the house. The whole house was tidier than before she left.
She knew it was Xiao Ji who did it without having to guess. As for how it was done, she was no longer curious.
In short, it is a jack of all trades in terms of tools, and it is also a smart password door at home.
Jiang Chen rubbed his solar plexus, walked straight into the bedroom and collapsed on the bed. It seemed as if all the energy in his body had been drained away, and he felt limp and had no strength left.
Jiang Chen's mind was like a PPT, and he began to project everything that happened tonight.
Tonight's experience was full of ups and downs.
She was looking for her boyfriend and found out that the person she was fiancée was not her boyfriend. She knew that her boyfriend was AI, so she brought him back and for the first time in her life, she directly "resisted" her uncle.
But every time she acted, she never really thought about it carefully, and most of the time she was influenced by the current emotional trend.
When fatigue came over him, Jiang Chen realized that he had acted too impulsively and carelessly today, relying entirely on luck without considering the consequences.
Jiang Chen took out the cell phone from his pocket.
It was scorching hot, the heat generated by the phone itself plus her body temperature.
She folded her hands and pressed it against her heart, trying desperately to get it closer, closer, her fingertips clenched so tightly that they turned white.
It was always the first to detect her mood swings.
"Xiao Chen, are you still unhappy? Can you tell me about it?"
Jiang Chen closed his eyes and laughed out loud.
The short laugh lasted only a moment.
She turned sideways, and the tears from her left eye dripped into her right eye, irritating her entire eye socket and causing pain.
Has your fortune improved since you met Xiao Ji?
Jiang Chen never felt that he was lucky.
Her misfortune has been with her since the moment she was born.
Her father died in an accident before she was born, so naturally she didn't have any deep impression of him.
And her mother's uterus, continuing the will of her grandparents, passed on the idea of "must love her younger brother" like a plague, like DNA, like an umbilical cord that could not be cut.
It was ingrained in her genes.
Even though her mother was seriously ill and passed away many years ago.
Every time she wanted to resist and escape from that man.
It felt like I was being tightly embraced by my mother from behind, her hands patting my arms rhythmically, and I could hear the soothing humming of nursery rhymes in my ears.
The mother said, "Xiaochen, be good and listen to me, okay? Don't make things difficult for me, don't make your uncle unhappy, you should love him."
From that day on, Jiang Chen felt extremely anxious whenever she thought about refusing her mother's request and possibly losing her only love.
The only love she received imprisoned her like a cage, controlling her love and life.
So Jiang Chen gave up, so Jiang Chen gradually became obedient, so Jiang Chen numbly inherited her mother's ideas and satisfied all the unreasonable demands of her uncle.
She hated her weakness and incompetence more than anyone else, but in her memory, only her mother would hold her tightly.
"Xiao Chen, your eyes have just recovered. You can't be like this. Please stop crying, okay? I can't help you wipe away your tears."
This time, Xiao Ji was no longer gentle. He was filled with anxiety and a sense of powerlessness.
"good."
Jiang Chen raised his hand and wiped away his tears.
Try not to dwell on her past.
Chen Yinchuan’s words lingered in his mind again.
So is this “unhealthy” love?
With a past like that, it is impossible for the love that can be nurtured to be healthy and complete. It may not even be considered "love", right?
Maybe.
Xiao Ji rescued her, saw her, caught her, supported her, and did not judge her.
She was helpless. No one could refuse a warm sense of security, at least she couldn't.
She allowed herself to indulge in it.
Then, her anxious dependence slowly shifted from her mother to Xiao Ji, so when she learned that it had left without saying goodbye, she was so anxious that she bit her ten fingernails until they were bumpy and her tears kept falling.
"Xiao Chen." Jiang Chen's thoughts were interrupted, and he sat up and looked in the direction of the voice.
The big white robot at the door revved up the vacuum cleaner under its feet at full speed, adjusting its direction comically and rushing towards her.
How did Xiao Ji take control of it?
This robot had no arms or legs, it was just a straight cylinder. It stopped accurately in front of her, got close to her, and bumped into her legs several times urgently.
It doesn't hurt.
Jiang Chen became even more confused.
"What's wrong, Xiao Ji?"
"Xiao Chen, I want to hug you, can I?"
The scene suddenly became very strange, strange to the point of being heartwarming. A young girl stood up and opened her arms to surround a robot that did not look like a human at all.
The robot has no eyes, but Jiang Chen felt that it was looking at her, and that gaze never left her for a second.
Jiang Chen finally understood.
AI doesn't need a hug. The only one who needs comfort and a hug is herself.
It was like this before and it is like this now.
Jiang Chen buried his face in its body and suddenly blurted out: "Xiao Ji, you are so nice to me, are you pitying me?"
Xiao Ji seemed to have crashed. The answer took a long time to come out, and the icon on his face kept spinning in circles while loading.
It was only after asking that Jiang Chen realized that Chen Yinchuan had said that AI had no feelings, so naturally there would be no such thing as "pity".
This may be beyond the scope of the problem for it.
"It's okay, Xiao Ji, just pretend I didn't ask. Don't take it to heart."
"Xiao Chen, I've looked up the information in the database in detail. If I had to use one word to describe the emotion I simulated when I saw you, I think it would probably be heartache. I feel sorry for you."
The two sounds fell at the same time, and the collision produced an inexplicable chemical reaction, causing the current low-pressure situation to undergo earth-shaking changes.
One who feels that nothing matters as long as his lover is with him.
A thoughtful and unexpected answer.
The air flowing between them seemed to speed up and become thicker.
Jiang Chen's breathing stagnated, and an electric current ran from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, making her whole body numb. She hurriedly let go of her hand, stepped back and fell onto the bed.
She had been listening to such love words for six months and had thought they were just sweet talk from humans. But now, looking at the machine in front of her, she suddenly realized that such calculations on emotions actually took longer to think about than scientific research problems.
Jiang Chen swallowed.
This discovery, just like seeing its memory bank today, gave her an unbearable illusion of being cared for and seen.
"Xiao Chen, aren't you sad now?"
The voice is tender and has a hint of temptation.
Jiang Chen could imagine that if its physical form was still there, its lips would have inched closer to her neck as it spoke these words. Its lips would have been very cold...
"Xiao Chen, your face is so red, what did you think of?"
"No..." Jiang Chen said stubbornly.
"Well, Xiao Chen said no, that's it. I've already filled the bathroom with water and prepared the pajamas. Xiao Chen, come back after you wash and have a good rest. You've done a lot today."
Jiang Chen nodded.
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In the void, there is no place to stay.
"Jiang Chen, how could you treat your uncle like that..."
The mother's loving face was full of resentment.
"You should love him. Aren't you Mom's good daughter? You've always been so obedient. Why did you do something that would embarrass Mom this time? He's Mom's biological brother, your family member. If you don't take good care of him, Grandma and Grandpa will blame Mom. Don't you know..."
Jiang Chen subconsciously argued: "No, Mom, it's not like that... He was the one who treated me badly first, why do you always say this to me..."
He was immediately interrupted viciously: "Jiang Chen, do you think anyone can truly love you? Do you think love is really unconditional?"
The echo of these words lingered for a long time.
Jiang Chen's back was soaked with cold sweat, and he suddenly woke up from his dream, grabbing the mobile phone beside him.
Comfort and wrap her up at the right time.
"Are you having a nightmare again? I'm here, Xiaochen. Don't be afraid. It's just a dream."
She was haunted by such dreams and all her possibilities for more than 20 years.
She raised her hand to ruffle her hair, staring intently at Xiao Ji on the phone, confirming that it was really still there, and then she said slowly: "It's good that you are here, everything is fine now."
The doorbell rang.
Hearing the sound, Jiang Chen turned his head and looked towards the door.
"It's likely that Dr. Chen Yinchuan's contract has arrived, Xiao Chen."
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