Miao Yurou was thirsty and tired under the scorching sun, and she saw a freezer at the door of the supermarket, and there were all kinds of cool drinks in the freezer.

The distance that the probe could reach made this young girl moved.

She hesitated for a moment at the door of the supermarket, and finally walked inside, ready to buy a bottle of drink or something else to quench her thirst.

Then, hellish encounters began.

Wang Minxue, a supermarket owner, is bored reading a book of poems.

Since the death of his parents, Wang Minxue has always lived alone, his habits are unique, there are no interpersonal relationships, except for the supermarket work, immersed in the sea of poetry all day long.

Although the supermarket is located on a busy street, he is reluctant to take the initiative to solicit it, and business has always been average.

This kind of life did not make him feel anxious, on the contrary, Wang Minxue was very satisfied.

Despite his shyness, he has his own hobbies that he indulges in, so he has low requirements for the material world.

As long as you can read and compose poetry, everything is beautiful.

That day, perhaps after reading Seamus Heaney's "Good Night", Wang Minxue was in a thrilled mood, and he couldn't wait to immediately pick up the pen and write a poem of his own, he had already thought of seven or eight rare words, and these words would be very wonderful when stuffed into the poem.

At this moment, the door of the supermarket was pushed open, and the heat wave outside the house rolled in, and the supermarket owner, who was interrupted from his thoughts, subconsciously frowned, staring at the customer with slightly malicious eyes.

And then...... He froze.

Wang Minxue saw his muse.

His goddess is beautiful from head to toe.

She was as pure and unmrectile as Hestia, as youthful and beautiful as Heber, and as igniting the fire of his lust as Aphrodite.

Wang Minxue completely fell.

He wanted to confess to his goddess in Shakespeare's sonnets, but when the words came to his lips, he trembled and couldn't speak.

Wang Minxue has low self-esteem, and he knows his current situation.

How is it possible for Luther, who is nearly forty years old, who has achieved nothing, and who is addicted to poetry all day long, to talk to the goddess?

He watched the goddess take a drink in the freezer, and watched the goddess check out and leave, Wang Min learned without saying a word.

He walked to the door of the supermarket and watched the goddess leave with his luggage, and countless verses turned in his mind, each of which told him to be brave enough to pursue love.

It wasn't until the figure of the goddess shrunk into a small ball in his sight and was about to turn away that Wang Minxue finally made up his mind.

He got on the electric car, he chased after the figure, he wanted to confide in his heart, he wanted to pursue his happiness.

Until Wang Minxue watched the goddess walk into the gate of the Cuizhu Garden.

So, Wang Minxue coaxed again.

He knew the meaning behind the title of owner of the Cuizhu Garden.

They are not people of the same world at all.

But Wang Minxue was unwilling, he hid his small, fiery love deeply, and did not express it to his goddess.

But it's always okay to wait and see, fall in love quietly, and collect some thoughts, right?

Wang Minxue saw that the security guard who sent the goddess into the villa area was driving back in a patrol tram.

The middle-aged poet looked at the young face of the security guard, thought about the appearance of the goddess, and gritted his teeth.

He is not good at socializing, and for the first time he had the idea of making friends.

……

In the small basement, only Xu Yunshu's voice spoke, and other than that, it was silent.

Everyone was listening to his deduction.

The drama staged in the virtual realm was said by Xu Yunshu in a bland and unfluctuating tone, but it seemed extremely strange in the here and now.

It feels as if Xu Yunshu has a person living in his heart, and this person is manipulating him, telling his own story with his body and voice.

The person's mood, the person's thoughts, the person's actions, every tiny detail is described clearly and comprehensively.

It's as if Xu Yunshu is Wang Minxue.

This is obviously impossible.

Chen Honghui stared at Xu Yunshu in a daze, seeing that he finally finished his mental journey, and when he blinked again, Xu Yunshu, who had little expression on his face, came back.

He stared at himself and spoke again in an unwavering tone, but the strange thing was that Chen Honghui could tell that at this time, the person standing here was Xu Yunshu.

And that person just now was not.

"Are there any loopholes in the scene I just described?" Xu Yunshu asked.

Chen Honghui was silent for a while, and let out a long breath, "There are loopholes, but the way you spoke just now gives me the illusion that Wang Minxue is standing in front of me, and that feeling is so scary that people can't help but believe your words." ”

Simulating the creation of a virtual world and trying to create a fictional personality, with the blessing of strengthening the brain, will indeed give people the illusion of changing personalities.

But as long as he breaks away from this character, he won't be affected in any way.

Xu Yunshu will not be sure that the personality he simulated is all right, he still needs to listen to the opinions of others and make certain improvements, so that the model can be more in line with reality.

"Where's the vulnerability?"

Chen Honghui pondered for a moment, "In terms of personality, if he is really a person immersed in the ocean of poetry and does not pursue enjoyment, it is impossible for him to be so familiar with this kind of special shop, and it is impossible to use this method to lure Wang Hongcai to 'work' for him." ”

Xu Yunshu extracted the information points in Chen Honghui's words, compared them with his own model repeatedly, and then made a helpless expression, "I think, you should have misunderstood something." ”

"Huh?" Chen Honghui was stunned.

"What do you know about the profession of a poet?"

"Basically, no, where did the poet come from in these years?" Chen Honghui felt a little inexplicable about Xu Yunshu's words, "But I have a clear profile of Wang Minxue's character, which should be a sensitive, suspicious, and easily immersed ......."

"Character profiling is important, but not so important." Xu Yunshu had no choice but to interrupt Chen Honghui's words, he was in a hurry, so he could only be rude, "The point is - he is a poet...... Or, to put it more accurately, he was a poetry lover who was a fanatical lover of modern and Western poetry. ”

"So?"

"A self-proclaimed poet, passion is the only way to pursue the sensual path, but the problem is that he is thirty-eight years old and not yet married." Xu Yunshu explains, "You can't think of poets as a unified body of thought, sometimes they are emotional, sometimes they are more emotional. Sometimes they like to vent their desires, but after venting, their brains will package themselves as a child. ”

"Sounds ...... It's quite fragmented. ”

"yes, it's quite divided." Xu Yunshu repeated.

If Wang Minxue heard his comments, how would he respond?

He shouldn't be ashamed of it.

What the Earl of Rochester can do, why can't Wang Minxue do it?

The next story does not need to be told by Xu Yunshu, Chen Honghui already has a general appearance in his heart.

That's an even more somber story.

Wang Minxue bribed Wang Hongcai and asked him to promise himself to use a stealth camera to secretly take photos of Miao Yurou.

Maybe he will pay a heavy price for this, but Miao Yurou is his muse, and he is willing to give everything for it.

What's more, the money to buy Wang Hongcai is not much.

This behavior continued until three months ago.

Things have changed.

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