No one would say that Chu Quan was a cold person, just as no one would say that Jiu Ying was a benevolent person.

There is a rumor circulating in a small area, in fact, this young lady who does not smile and has cold eyes, her real dream is to be an artist.

"Well," Hatsuizumi said, raising the glass and taking a sip, "I think she does have an interest in art, but if Jiu Ying becomes an artist, I'm afraid it will be ......."

"You can only be a table artist like Mondrian."

The joke is so cold.

After all, Hatsuizumi also had the privilege of observing the paintings of the Nine Infants, even at a stage when it was a infancy for the Nine Infants.

The delicate light and shadow, the structure of the mind, and the sensual factor in it can be seen even by Hatsuizumi, a person who has little research on art.

If Chuquan yearns for a solitary galactic trip, then Jiuying's focus is on lakes and mountains.

No, no, this is not to say that Jiu Ying's rigorous rationality is contrary to her sensual side.

Let's say something that is not well known, the Doctor has transformed most aspects of the transformation of people impeccablely, but also taken away a lot of their feelings, even the most lively grass and mucuna are much weaker in their reaction to the outside world.

Among them, the most stringent ones missing in this regard are the three people of Chuquan, Jiuying, and Moguang.

Maybe Jiu Ying was originally an ordinary person with abundant affection, but now her sensibility is still there, but her appearance is hidden in a deep way.

At least she still loved the heavily bound art books, and while giving the impression that she had never left the Authority, Nine Babies went to Earth the most, or any other planet where humanity had developed a unique civilization.

And the first spring is the least.

These two people are each other's reflection in various ways, and if the first spring represents pure power, then the Nine Babies are a combination of excellent skills.

Sea and fire, these two people.

They don't use contact to get closer to each other like ordinary best friends or relatives, most of the time, it is Chuquan who issues an order to approve and then execute, and they don't even need to say a word between them, as if their relationship with each other has long been on thin ice.

These reformed people are actually quite pure, but purity cannot be equated with simplicity, as if kindness is not the same as benevolence.

It is not difficult for pure people to figure out, but figuring out does not mean that they are easy to deal with, such a group of people who lack reverence for life, and are accurate and efficient are unforgiving to the enemy.

I guess if the Doctor's order was to exterminate humanity, these people on the moon would be the last humans to do now.

Jiuying's sensibility made her realize something else, albeit only a small part.

For example, Chuquan is different from other reformers, the shackles on their minds by those who create zào, and this absurd political pattern.

She is convinced that the Doctor still exists somewhere in the world, perhaps turning herself into a ubiquitous AI ghost like Superbody.

Jiu Ying was convinced of this, even if she lacked the basis to prove it.

An invisible force has twisted the world into a strange twist, a mess of technology, forcibly raising the lifespan of humans and the level of intelligence standing still.

The frightening reality is that no one is aware of this anomaly.

Jiuying is more or less aware of this, what about the first spring?

Maybe Hatsuizumi himself is the answer, but no one knows.

Everybody's busy anyway, isn't it?

Jiuying looked at Wen Jiàn, who was squeezed down because of Chuquan's skipping work this time, and held his head in pain.

Sueguang was also sent by her to find the director who knew where the ghost was wandering, and there was one less person available to guide him.

"The Biennale is about to start, and I'm still changing these texts that belong to someone." It's only time to experience it in the simulated venue in the virtual world when I'm off work, Jiu Ying thought.

Chuquan said that Jiuying's inability to go has nothing to do with her skipping work, even if she works honestly, the recent new research direction has made Jiuying unable to go out, uh, although this is actually Chuquan's pot.

She was a beautiful woman with a straight nose and sharp eyes, and her lips were always pursed so tightly that one thought she would say anything mean.

The black straight hair is neatly draped behind the head by the well-groomed clothes, just like the ironed uniform on Jiuying's body, anyway, it gives people a difficult appearance to deal with from the outside.

Such a person, after work today, began to put up an old literary film that she had watched five times, not in the virtual world, but on an ordinary screen, watching the protagonist say that classic line again.

"If you stay here, this place becomes your present, and soon you will start to imagine that another era is the golden age, and this is the reality, not satisfactory, because life is not as good as it should be." She sighed and drank the last sip of champagne.

On this kind of night when there is nowhere to go, watching old movies alone and imagining her golden age, let her ...... I even wanted to throw my job to Chuquan and run away by myself.

God knows what the hell is White Mustard transporting on which planet at this time? Normal communication is no longer available.

Speaking of which, Bai Mustard and Jiuying turned out to be the fastest and best couple among these messy people.

These two people are people with a clear purpose, and what they do when they perceive a spark and hit it off is really what makes those few rotten people who are still entangled in themselves (?). You can be ashamed of your self-destruction.

The love story of these two old elves is not as intriguing as the usual ones, and it is surprisingly simple.

Superfluous love words, no, everyone is a doer.

When Bai Mustard is running around, he will bring small artworks that meet the aesthetics of the nine infants.

Jiu Ying took a few solitary books and put them on his desk casually.

It's as if the moment they are together, their world becomes one, a strange fit, and it directly evolves into the old husband and wife mode.

As for whether these two people have the intention of being a concubine between you and me.

Hatsuizumi shuddered, this imagination was too terrifying, as if the end light was suddenly jumping up and down and shouting.

No, this should be called the inability of low-level creatures to understand the minds of higher-level creatures.

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Sure enough, I couldn't write the text, and it was written that I was a little in love with the white mustard nine baby pair.

…… But a creature with a low IQ like me really can't write a high-IQ dialogue.

Mondrian, the little prince of Excel.

Fei Xie Cheng dù is comparable to the one who sold hundreds of millions of paints.

The lines are from "Midnight in Paris", and Hemingway in it is really handsome and makes people lick the screen.

There are also various supporting roles that are exquisite and delicate, and literary films can be so popular, worthy of Woody Allen.