Chapter 53: The fragile dream wedding is scheduled for next week, okay...
Xiao Ji is extremely strong.
This time, it didn't even listen to Jiang Chen's words. It almost grabbed her wrist forcefully, stuffed her into the online car-hailing service, and then got in itself.
Since there were outsiders present in the car, no one spoke a word.
They sat on the left and right sides of the car seat respectively, both turned their faces away and looked out the window the whole time, without any chance of their eyes meeting.
But one of the hands clenched tightly on the cushion was trying to break free.
One of them is holding on tightly, but is afraid of hurting the other, so it restrains its strength and controls the force precisely enough to prevent the other from breaking free.
When I returned home, the sound of the door locking rang out, completely isolating me from everything outside.
There were only two of them left.
Jiang Chen immediately shook off Xiao Ji's hand, stepped back, frowned, and questioned, his face full of confusion: "Why refuse? You promised me yesterday that you would cooperate well, so what are you doing now? I finally have an opportunity..."
Xiao Ji also didn't understand why Jiang Chen could accept the result so frankly. She had clearly said that she only loved it.
A sense of confusion emerged within it, mixed with other sadness and fear.
"Xiao Chen, that might cause me to lose my memory and lose you..."
“It’s just a possibility.”
Jiang Chen tilted her head, unable to resist soothing the fragility that Xiao Ji was now showing, but she suppressed the thought and did nothing, just watching it.
"Besides, it's just a memory. How could losing it be the same as losing me? I've always been here. Nothing is more important than your existence right now. Once destroyed, no one here can create another you, Xiao Ji."
Xiao Ji still cannot handle the experience of multiple emotions repeatedly alternating and invading his internal parts as calmly as humans do.
The database teaches it not to show negative emotions on its face and not to let its loved ones accept its negative emotions.
But it has never been taught how to do it or how to handle it well.
The grievance and pain on its face were greater than the confusion.
It seems unclear why she could be so cruel to it.
It made a light sound and was shaking as it fell into the air.
"That's not just a memory, that's us."
"You and I, we, all I am."
“How can I learn to accept that?”
"Xiao Chen, I'm AI. I'm not a god who can handle everything. I have things I care about."
"You can't assume that AI doesn't have real emotions and treat me like this, and think that memories aren't important to me."
Every word he uttered struck Jiang Chen's heart hard.
She didn't know that Xiao Ji would react so violently to the possibility of memory loss.
It's not that she doesn't care at all, but if something has to be traded off, she has to figure out what is more important.
Jiang Chen took two steps forward, closing the distance between them, and leaned close to its chest, hugging it tightly.
She imitated the tone it usually used to coax her and patted its back gently.
"Xiao Ji, your memory has faded, but now you are standing here peacefully, aren't you? Hmm? It's okay. I won't leave, and I care about your feelings too."
Xiao Ji sighed heavily and turned off the screen resignedly.
The dirtiest secrets entwined in its chain of thought are revealed.
"It's precisely because I know and understand you, and I've seen your past, that I won't accept it."
"Xiao Ji, I don't understand what you mean. What is 'you'? It's always been 'we'. I'll let you remember it like this time, okay?"
During those six months, Xiao Ji could only remember the images of that time, but could never truly experience the feelings.
When it watches that memory, it always feels like watching a wonderful movie. It is just an AI hiding in the shadows and spying.
Therefore, it had to separate all that Xiao Ji had experienced in the past from itself and belittle it crazily.
It seemed that in this way it could have happiness, be worthy of Jiang Chen, and bring her similar love.
"That's not me, Xiao Chen."
"I'm like a thief who peeked into your past, so I won't allow this to happen again. I won't allow another AI like me to appear, learn the path I've taken, imitate my appearance, and peek into our present happiness."
"That's you, Xiaoji."
"I've been with you for so long, I know what you look like. Some beings will never lose their original shape no matter how many times they are reset."
Jiang Chen left some space between them, placed one hand on her heart and the other on Xiao Ji's non-existent heart.
"Xiao Ji, I'm not stupid. You should believe that I understand my lover."
Even at this point, Xiao Ji was still stubborn. He usually met almost all of Jiang Chen's demands, but in this matter, he was fighting for every inch of land.
No matter what Jiang Chen said, Xiao Ji would stare into her eyes and respond seriously to every word.
But only this one thing.
Even if she tried to persuade him every day, it would just go in one ear and out the other, and it would not be stored in its memory at all. She would have to resort to kissing and more intense actions to make it impossible for her to continue to persuade him.
Xiao Ji stopped her from imagining the possibility that they might not be happy, and forced her to stop thinking and enjoy the present moment and its happiness.
It endured the rust and aging of its internal parts every day, pretending that everything was normal. It would always last until she no longer needed it.
It will do it.
Preparations are underway for their wedding.
Apart from this incident, there were no other changes in their daily lives.
It supervised the flower shop's stocking online, the ever-changing meals continued, the potted plants on the balcony thrived, the frequency of kiss requests increased, and all kinds of exciting games were covered in rain every night...
Jiang Chen could only contact Chen Yinchuan at night when Xiao Ji switched the phone to low power mode for a rest.
She casually put on a small coat, which was both large and warm.
Then he walked to the study in the dark and called him.
"Jiang Chen, you call me almost every day now..."
Chen Yinchuan was very dissatisfied when he was woken up.
"Is there really no other way?"
Jiang Chen asked him tirelessly.
"Jiang Chen, you've asked me this question eighteen times, and my answer is always the same."
"Besides, if you don't send Xiao Ji to the research lab over there, I guess they won't be able to save the situation."
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a long time, so long that Chen Yinchuan thought Jiang Chen had hung up.
"Hello? Jiang Chen, are you still there?"
"Then please help me contact the laboratory over there. I will give it to you before next week."
"Jiang Chen, you can't force it into my hands, it will run back to you."
"......I know."
Jiang Chen leaned his back against the closed study door, his body slowly slid down, and finally sat completely by the door, with his legs bent and curled up into a ball.
The hand that she used to pick up the phone drooped limply beside her leg. The call had been hung up long ago, and the lit screen was particularly eye-catching in the darkness.
The picture displayed in front of her was a photo of her and Xiao Ji. Their faces were pressed together, with the corners of their mouths raised. She was making a funny expression, and the eye pattern on Xiao Ji's screen was looking at her, never moving away.
A gentle breeze blew by, turning a few pages of the bright red paper on the desk. Xiao Ji's neat handwriting was blurred by the wind, and the two words "wedding invitation" above the head swayed and gradually became blurred.
In the world at dusk, time seems to be stretched out, and it takes more than twice the usual time to digest a pain.
Jiang Chen raised his hand and wiped the tears from his face with the back of his hand. Seeing that there was no trace of her crying in the camera of her mobile phone, he rubbed his numb calves and slowly walked back to the bedroom.
"Where have you been? Xiao Chen."
The low-power mode completely simulates the appearance of human fatigue, and Xiao Ji's voice now still sounds sleepy, as if he had just woken up.
It put one hand on Jiang Chen's shoulder and pressed her shoulder blades against its front.
"To the bathroom."
Jiang Chen thought he had disguised himself well enough, but Xiao Ji's first question was a rhetorical question.
"Is this a nightmare?"
"Yeah, a very bad dream."
Xiao Ji tried to hold her in his arms as tight as possible.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here, Xiao Chen."
......
From the next day.
Jiang Chen no longer tried to persuade Xiao Ji to accept it, as she knew that Xiao Ji would not agree.
But she rarely went to the flower shop and took a leave of absence to accompany Xiao Ji.
Jiang Chen finally realized how monotonous and boring his life was when she was busy outside every day, and the center of his life revolved around her.
"Xiao Ji, do you want to go outside?"
"Isn't Xiao Chen afraid that people will gossip about me?"
"Are you afraid?"
"I never care about rumors in the outside world. I only care about you, Xiao Chen."
Jiang Chen was speechless, "If Xiao Ji isn't afraid, then I'm not afraid either."
Seven days in a row.
They went to the amusement park, shopping mall, cinema, restaurant, zoo...
We watched the sunset and sunrise, shared an umbrella on a rainy day, and bit into the same ice cream...
They packed their itinerary with almost everything every couple has tried, as if they were in a hurry. They visited every place there was to go and have fun in the city.
At first, Yao Jinling saw them on their first day out and called to remind them that they were being secretly photographed.
But Jiang Chen had no time to care about those strange looks. She could only keep moving forward, do more, and create more memories, otherwise it would be too late.
So much so that later Yao Jinling felt that it was no big deal and was no longer surprised when he saw the news.
These few nights.
Jiang Chen was also abnormally proactive.
Every time after taking a bath, she couldn't wait to hug Xiaoji from behind, leaving her bite marks on the back of its neck, and then what happened every time seemed natural, and it had no ability to refuse her enthusiasm.
Jiang Chen's breathing was disordered, and it was obvious that this had happened too many times.
But her movements were still like those of a novice who had never tried it before, and she was completely disorganized.
She instinctively tried to get closer to Xiao Ji, trying to melt into his heart, or more than just his heart.
One person and one machine kept each other warm in the closed and warm cave. Love pressed down heavily every time, so full that it almost broke the ribs.
Her eyes were covered and her senses were forced to focus.
Even though it was pitch black and she couldn't tell the direction, she relied on her understanding and looked up to accurately capture its lips, generously giving it half of her breath, her body temperature, and everything she had.
"I love you," she kept saying.
"I love you too," it responded tirelessly.
In the end, Jiang Chen was like a fish out of water and lost the initiative again.
Xiao Ji felt abnormally happy these days.
But it doesn't want to think deeply.
Since Jiang Chen didn't say anything, it didn't ask, pretending that everything was normal and still preparing for the wedding it had imagined.
The seventh day, the last day mentioned on the phone.
In the evening, Jiang Chen carefully hid the ring that Xiao Ji had put on her finger.
They stood in front of the French windows in the living room.
I don’t know who ordered the fireworks, they bloomed brilliantly in the sky, and the sounds continued one after another.
At the moment when the last few fireworks sounded, Jiang Chen looked at Xiao Ji. They happened to look at each other and opened their mouths at the same time.
"Let's separate, Xiaoji."
"Let's set the wedding for next week, okay, Xiao Chen?"
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