Ryan lay on the bed.

"I see you...... It's lonely. ”

Ryan has to admit that Vincent's word is used with some accuracy.

But he really had nowhere to go. The Preferred Zone is all husband and wife, there is no club here, and a bachelor like him wandering the streets would be considered a non-Preferred Person who has strayed into the Preferred Zone. And to go to the club in the non-preferred area, I felt weird, the girls were all dressed coolly, it was difficult to control themselves from going to see them, once a girl squeezed in front of him, buttocks touched him, he apologized with a flushed face, but the girl looked at him with clear and ignorant eyes, which made him feel embarrassed for nothing.

Every day after work, he went home, had dinner, climbed onto the roof, and when Zoe reminded him to sleep, he got off the roof and lay down on the bed.

He flipped through the mutilated restorations that Yuxiang had given him, half a book, a third of a movie, and a ballet with only one scene.

He liked the ballet very much, called "Giselle", a group of girls, dressed strangely, jumping around, a man who strayed in, surrounded by them, and finally, a woman descended from the sky and rescued the man. Prehistoric humans looked small, with insufficient brain capacity and underdeveloped limbs, but this did not prevent them from conveying an elegant sense of beauty through their carefully choreographed body movements, and when they danced, they seemed to follow a uniform beat, as if some kind of music was playing at the same time, but now, this music is no longer audible.

Giselle, he liked the name, and he wondered if she had such a nice name.

Whether her presence was a delusion or not, it didn't matter anymore. Anyway, he clearly retained her appearance in his mind, her throbbing body, toned legs, and long flying hair. There were even several times when he felt himself jumping behind her, enjoying the sensation of flying in the air, he reached out to her, but could not get close to her, he saw her turn her head towards him, he even saw her full forehead, her hair covering her face.

He always wakes up at this time.

The ballet was over, the lights in the room had turned off automatically, and Ryan blinked in the darkness. The bracelet shows that the current time is 3:15 in the morning.

Loneliness, Vincent was right, maybe yes.

No, maybe there's more, emptiness, melancholy, loneliness......

He understood a lot of the meaning of those obscure words in prehistory at once.

This fucking stops the side effects of tranquilizers.

When he felt hopeless of falling asleep, he began to think about it.

If she is the preferred person, then she must be a preferred person who is not married yet, how can a married housewife run out at night. Then, she should be the same as him, a person who is in the preparation period and is waiting to be matched!

Since thinking about this, he couldn't calm down anymore.

Something arose in his mind. It was as if after learning about a certain sexual possibility, that little flame was lit, and that seed germinated. Though he tried to suppress it, he found that it could not be suppressed at all, and it burned and grew like that until it took possession of his mind. He felt as if his heart was entangled in a vine that was growing wildly. He didn't know what it was, but when he thought of that figure, he felt a strange feeling in his heart, and the vine wrapped around his heart.

He didn't know how to be free. He began to look forward to the best path to liberation in his heart, but the possibility was so slim that he knew clearly that he shouldn't have hoped for it, so so small that every time he looked forward to it, he felt a sense of loss.

However, he wondered if it was precisely because of its remoteness that it seemed so rare and desirable.

If, maybe, she is mine......

No, my gosh, no, no, how could it be.

He now understands why the identity of the preferred person cannot be disclosed during the preparation period.

But what should he do?

- It's all you, why did you run out!

He had imagined what a match would look like countless times, and even went out on the street to observe aimlessly. The girls on the street came and went, but he watched for a long time, but he didn't see a reason for coming. Now, all the fantasies have become hers, and he sees everything as her.

The confusion in his heart turned into an incomparably certain longing.

Yes...... He sat up and rubbed his face with his hands.

However, is it possible...... Is that her?

Since, she only took a few seconds, only a back, to make him unforgettable, since, her only vague outline fascinated him, who said, this will not be caused by the matching of genes?

He began to explain the matter. If she is to his liking, then what does he like about her, ah, that's too much, vigorous, unrestrained, energetic, no, not unrestrained, free, that feeling of freedom, not just energetic, it should be, full of ...... Vitality, yes, vitality. He was satisfied with his summary, vigorous, free, full of life, if it weren't for her, he might not have known his preferences, as if he had discovered a new part of himself.

Perhaps, it was not her "person" who attracted him – after all, he saw almost nothing – but the quality, the feeling.

He firmly believes that if he matches according to his preference, the final result of the match must be such a girl.

Especially, when he learned that she might be wearing the legendary mechanical boots—whether that was true or not—he was filled with love, oh my god, that was pretty cool.

Is she a scientist, or a mechanical enthusiast?

He was ashamed of himself again, she was so good, so good, and he was almost nothing good at it, and he didn't know anything about machinery, how could this deserve it......

He sat in this midst of gain and loss and pain until dawn was about to break.

He further wondered: Why do I have such a preference, is it determined by my genes? My genes dictate that I am bound to have such a preference, and if so, then I will undoubtedly get her, or a woman like her, if not...... Oh my God...... Slow, so what about her preference? What if she doesn't like me, and what factors should be taken into account when matching...... And what if preferences have nothing to do with genes at all? ……

Ah, that's too complicated. Ryan lay upright on the bed, looking at the ceiling above him. The algorithm he wanted to match was not something he could understand, and it must have considered the highest criterion for the development of the human population, and naturally it could not be transferred with the will of his individual...... Thinking about it like this, he felt a trace of guilt in his heart, as the preferred person, he shouldn't think about this, right......

But, but ......

He turned over and hugged the quilt, only to feel that his heart was empty and unspeakable, and he couldn't fill it up, and there was nowhere to solve it.

He reached under the pillow and pulled out the picture, the one Vincent had given him.

The woman's body stood upright, showing a sassy look, and she gradually overlapped with the figure in his head.

She seemed to move.

He decided that he didn't want anything more.

The bracelet vibrates.

Ryan ignored it.

"Ryan." The bracelet makes a voice.

Ryan said, "Get out." ”

If, if we could be together......

Suddenly there was a violent tingling sensation on the wrist!

Ryan froze there, his arm seemingly disappearing all at once, and then coming back, swollen to infinity.

The electronic voice of the bracelet sounded in the room: "Warning, Ryan, do not indulge in lust during the preparation period. ”

Ryan lay motionless in the dark.

The sharp pain spread along his arm, and Ryan endured it, not making a sound.

Electric shock. He couldn't believe it had happened again, 17 years after he was 6 years old.