For a moment, the two sides fell silent.

Zvezde didn't answer, just looked at the coffee in front of him fixedly, it was a cup of man blue, no added sugar, and the anti-scald outer paper ring was a beautiful flower font, and there were concave and convex dark lines.

The left side of the cup, which is a little dark because of the light, is so natural that the blue from light to dark.

As the curtains drooped, the gaze moved quietly.

The table top of rosewood has a clear texture.

Because of the friction too many times, the corners are unusually smooth.

Jiro's legs that are cocked at will.

The pleats of the trousers stretched.

Slender folded hands on knees. The cuffs reveal the half of the watch and its smoothly rotating hands.

The texture of the shadow of the leather sofa that collapsed slightly because of itself.

The wooden floors are perfectly fitted.

Zvezde finally closed his eyes.

Particularly true. Just like this qiē is the so-called "real world".

He smiled, and the feeling of muscle tugging was very real.

"I see, sir. ”

For the first time, he said this in the form of a human being, and the sensation of vibrating his vocal cords was really new. Human beings are obviously such a fragile form, but they have created such a terrible civilization. Self-destruction and self-redemption, and then a little bit of a spiral forward.

But in the end, it must be ruined. Just as life is born because it will die, human beings are born because they will eventually die, or the word zài "arises".

Whatever he wants, defining human beings by the concept of human definition is a paradox.

A qiē is just a form, and there is no need to take it too seriously, now that there is this opportunity, then it is better to have wine today and get drunk today.

After all, a "person" like himself shouldn't have any delusions.

The next second he promised, the surrounding qiē had turned into countless tiny pixels and fell apart, and he also returned to that space again, with countless light screens rising and falling in the pure white field, each of which was a different character and a different picture.

But now he no longer has to look at them in loneliness.

Rather, engage with them more lonely.