"Chu Sisi, don't you believe that there are living dead people in this world."

"What do you mean?" Chu Sisi was frightened by Mu Chun's sudden question.

"Don't talk about this kind of topic all of a sudden, okay?"

"No, we're doctors, and we should be staunch supporters of materialist scientology, right?"

"Of course, I think...... Why do you ask this kind of question? ”

Chu Sisi still didn't understand, she knew it now, she wanted to write notes easily, let Mu Chun speak as clearly as possible, and don't be led astray by his self-talking.

"I'd like to know, are there any living machines?"

"What's that?" Mu Chun was interested, "Do you mean cyberpunk?" The perfect combination of machine and man? ”

"What are you talking about, I don't know what cyberpunk is, I'm talking about a person who thinks like a machine, acts like a machine, and can't see the appearance of a human being, I recently saw a person like this, I think he is a machine."

"The living dead I'm talking about are the same, obviously a person, but they don't seem to be alive."

Chu Sisi suddenly turned around and glanced out the door.

"What's wrong with you?"

Mu Chun asked.

"I don't know, I just suddenly wanted to look at the back, and I felt a little panicked."

Chu Sisi's little panic quickly turned into real uneasiness, and an unusually quiet man walked to the door of the outpatient room with quiet steps that mortals would never be able to do.

"Is it psychosomatic?"

The way a man walks is not so much walking with his feet alternating (as is the way people walk) but rather with his feet alternating without stepping on the ground.

He didn't float over, he just walked over and walked in front of Mu Chun and Chu Sisi, but his eyes were empty.

His footsteps were barely audible, but he wasn't slow to walk.

"My name is Ding Jiajun, and I have already registered. Who is Dr. Mu? ”

"I am, where do I seem to have seen you? And it's just these days? ”

"No, I don't know anyone."

The man's voice was unusually flat, and he couldn't say anything was wrong, Chu Sisi frowned, she was very beautiful today, as beautiful as ever, satisfying everyone's fantasies about a beautiful doctor.

Ding Jiajun's gaze passed through Chu Sisi and looked farther away, in Mu Chun's opinion, it was as far away as the plane flying in the sky.

"Where have you been feeling unwell lately? How is sleep? ”

Mu Chun took the medical insurance card and began to ask for a consultation.

"There's nothing wrong with me, there's nothing wrong with me that shouldn't feel uncomfortable."

"Huh?"

Chu Sisi couldn't help but say softly.

"I don't have sleep problems, I sleep well, in fact I think sleep is my best part."

It's a strange statement, what is the best part of sleep, and what are the other bad parts? He said before that there was nothing uncomfortable, isn't that a contradiction?

"Why do you sleep well?"

Mu Chun followed Ding Jiajun's answer and asked, this is an unusual question, because it itself is not grammatically accurate, but sometimes psychosologists deliberately choose some inaccurate words to achieve some strange purposes.

A year ago, one autumn day went down, the warm autumn sun shone on the earth, and young people were enjoying the warmth and leisure of golden autumn, Ding Jiajun and his girlfriend Chen Annie walked in the ginkgo forest outside the main concert hall of Haiyin Center.

The sun shone on the yellowed apricot leaves, and Ding Jiajun took out a pink diamond ring that he had bought for two months from his pocket and gently pinched it in his palm.

Originally, he was ready to propose in the golden light and shadow of this ginkgo.

Annie Chan is the woman he loves in this life.

Lovers who have been in college since college are so fortunate to have been guarding each other.

Seven years after graduating, Ding Jiajun became a well-known illustrator, earning enough for Annie Chen to live a carefree life.

He had already booked a ticket to Paris, and chose Paris as the first stop on his honeymoon because every Valentine's Day night, the two would relive that part of Woody Allen's "Midnight in Paris" together.

Anne often said that although it was the male protagonist Gail who met those lovely people in this antique car, if she went to Paris, she might also see an antique Peugeot car, and she would also go to a bar for a drink, and meet Cole Porter, Fitzgerald, God, Fitzgerald must have been handsome at that time.

When the clock rang at midnight, Annie Chen said that she would take Ding Jiajun's hand and go back to the 20s and 30s together, and go to Hemingway to enjoy the flowing feast of Paris at that time.

Every now and then, Ding Jiajun would hug Chen Annie and tell her that he would definitely go to see Picasso and Gauguin and ask them what was going on in their heads.

They would walk along the Seine, in the early morning, late afternoon and at midnight.

Ding Jiajun believes that if life is also a feast, Annie Chen is the one who shares his life with him.

The sunset, the falling leaves, the golden concert hall became the back, fading away.

A drunk driver, mislooking at the traffic light, knocked down Chen Annie and Ding Jiajun, who had just walked out of the ginkgo forest.

Two and a half months later, Ding Jiajun recovered from his injuries and returned home accompanied by his family.

The family has been hiding from Ding Jiajun, saying that Chen Annie fully recovered after a week, and Ding Jiajun was still in a coma at that time, and the doctors did not know when he would wake up.

After waking up, Ding Jiajun gradually believed that Chen Annie and Liu Zhi had gone to Italy.

She saw the travel photos posted by Annie Chen's circle of friends, and she and Liu Zhi looked like a natural pair.

There's nothing wrong with that.

Why wait for someone who can't wake up.

Although Ding Jiajun was sad, he was injured for two and a half months and picked up a life, he was full of gratitude to the world, and knew that Chen Annie was living happily, and he would never think about the car accident like a nightmare.

He devoted himself to his career, did his best, day and night, but what he painted was denied again and again.

The reasons for this are far-fetched.

The funniest thing is, "You don't draw anything angry." ”

Not the slightest bit angry? What are you kidding, how can those brightly colored sunflowers, those majestic mountains, not be alive.

"No, it just feels lifeless, Seven, can't you see it yourself?"

The customer said this, with regret in his eyes.

"We can't leave the illustration part of this set of nature encyclopedias to you to draw, maybe, you can try to find some film companies to work with, maybe science fiction or paranormal themes."

The company, which has always cooperated well, suddenly wants to terminate the cooperation with him.

has changed from the pride of the sky to a salted fish, and even Ding Jiajun can't take the job of painting and painting book seals.