Shen Liangzhi took out a contract and handed it to it, lay down on the sofa by himself, and closed his eyes.

"Echo, read it to me."

Echo's blue eyes flickered quickly and methodically.

Shen Liangzhi listened quietly, his face calm.

In her previous life, it was like this, and Echo would read her experiments for a few hours every day.

Late at night, it would accompany her to learn Braille.

Many times, Shen Liangzhi feels that Echo is like a person.

So before she died, she was moved by compassion and was reluctant to destroy Echo.

Obviously she was just destroying a machine, but she had the illusion that she was killing someone.

………

The other end.

Han's Laboratory.

As soon as someone on the way returned to the office and turned on the computer, he found that the Echo's data was fluctuating.

He opened the test data, and a familiar string of extra-long programs appeared on the screen.

Han Jing stared at the continuously extended data, his dark eyes were dark, and the brightness was terrifying.

About half a year ago, by chance, he pressed the wrong program and accidentally turned on the monitoring chip.

Through Echo's eyes, he saw a man.

A beautiful woman with a cold appearance and full of skin.

Because she was blind, she tripped over a chair in the middle of the road, and the whole person fell heavily to the ground, and the information in her hand was scattered all over the ground, and the outstretched hand knocked over the water glass, and the water in it splashed on the data, and it was a mess for only two seconds.

The woman who fell was wearing a white dress with suspenders, her face was too thin because of illness, her chin was sharp, and her complexion was frighteningly white, because of the fall, her skirt was rolled up to the middle of her thighs, revealing her red and swollen knees.

Han Jing turned off the chip monitoring for a moment.

The eyes fell on her face, and the moment she fell, her forehead hit the cabinet at the head of the bed, and her snow-white complexion immediately turned a large red, shocking.

Echo immediately stepped forward and tried to help her up, but the woman waved her hand, and she slowly and struggled to get up, and from beginning to end, she had a cold face, and did not show any collapse and vulnerability.

Han Jing stared at the information on the ground, the data was complex and redundant, and at first glance it was not something that ordinary people could touch, and the furniture in the room was extremely expensive.

In just a few seconds, he had already made a preliminary conclusion about her.

A woman with outstanding intelligence, a privileged family, who has just lost her sight and is not used to the life of a blind person.

Such a proud woman has always had a strong sense of self-esteem, so when she encounters setbacks, her sense of frustration and humiliation will be a hundred times stronger than that of ordinary people.

Although she was pitiful, Han Jing didn't like to meddle in things, so she turned off the monitor after two glances.

He was sure she would suddenly collapse.

People's emotions are always stacked, and they always need an outlet, and no matter how strong they are, they are no exception.

But that string of familiar data is still updated untouchably.

At four o'clock in the morning one day, Han Jing had just finished a transnational meeting without any sleep.

Xu was because he had little time to spare, and he suddenly remembered this blind woman.

Ten days have passed, and I don't know if she has broken down.

Curiosity drove him to turn on the surveillance, but because of the constraints of his sense of morality, he did not move.

That's when the data on the computer comes alive again.

Han Jing's eyes flashed with surprise.

Four o'clock in the morning, she hasn't slept yet?

He was a little worried that something had happened to her.

After thinking about it for a moment, he still clicked on the monitor because he was worried about her safety.

The woman sat at her desk, quietly listening to Echo's reading.

The aura on her body was still suppressed, like a layer of cold and sticky mud, stubbornly clutching on her, except for the pair of clear and calm black eyes, which firmly exuded a lush and rich vitality.

Han Jing kept staring into her eyes.

Even if she couldn't focus because she was blind, her eyes were still beautiful and clear, like a plateau lake, like a bright moon on the sea.

He watched her learn Braille late at night, watched her burn her hands but pretended to be calm in front of everyone, watched her charge her mobile phone but couldn't align the socket hole, a simple action that ordinary people can complete in two seconds, but she spent two minutes, and when the phone was charged, he saw her hands trembling slightly......

How is it possible not to collapse.

How can it be as calm as ever.

She is nothing more than relying on her strong self-control ability to force down all the rejection reactions in her body.

Han Jing stared into her eyes.

Qing Gao is stubborn.

A beautiful pair of eyes.

It's a pity that it can't be seen anymore.

He thought about it for a moment and set up a contingency procedure for Echo.

If she falls or is in a critical situation, Echo will automatically send a reminder text message on his phone.

In the days that followed, Han Jing watched through the screen as she fell down again and again, got up again and again, fell again and again, and got up again and again.

He worked late into the night, and she always studied late at night.

Day after day, the two still didn't have a word of intersection, but the dark night seemed to be a little less lonely.

"Echo, let's change your voice today."

After coughing up blood once, she asked it to read as usual.

Han Jing stared at the bright red on her handkerchief, his heart tightened inexplicably, and he seemed to realize something.

In addition to her eyesight, her vitality is also quietly draining.

For some reason, this time, he took over Echo's job and deliberately lowered his voice a few points lower than normal.

The other party listened quietly, and his thin lips hooked slightly:

"It's good, let's use this voice tomorrow."

In this way, late every night, Han Jing has an extra part-time job.

When he couldn't get busy, he asked Echo to imitate his voice, and when he had time, he read the manuscript to her himself.

He collected the top ophthalmologists in the country and asked them to check her identity, but found nothing.

In this world, it seems that there is no such person at all.

He suddenly understood that her identity was more complicated and obscure than he had imagined.

………

"Master, do you want to hear anything else?"

Echo stood up and walked down the hall, curious about the new environment.

Shen Liangzhi thought for a while: "What can I use to keep you". ”

In her previous life, at the last moment before her life died, she didn't choose to see anyone, and quietly asked Echo to read her the data draft of the latest experiment.

If death is unavoidable, then when she is dying, she wants to walk with the things she has dedicated her life to.

It was this time, for the first time, that Echo disobeyed her and read her a Helbos poem.

What do I use to keep you?

I give you the thin streets, the desperate sunsets, the moon in the wilderness.

I give you the sorrow of a man who has been looking at the lonely moon for a long time.

I give you the souls of my dead ancestors, the descendants of whom were memorialized in marble: my father's father, who died on the border of Buenos Aires, with two bullets piercing his chest, died with a beard, and his body was wrapped in cowhide by the soldiers;

My mother's grandfather, who was twenty-four years old at the time, led a charge of 300 men in Peru, and now they are all ghosts on the back of vanished horses.

I give you all the insight that my book can contain, and the masculinity and humor that I can have in my life.

I give you the loyalty of a man who has never had faith.

Give you an interpretation of your life.

I give you the core of my own that I have managed to preserve.

I give you the memory of a yellow rose that I saw one evening many years before you were born.

I give you my loneliness, my darkness, the hunger of my heart......]

(End of chapter)