C Language Cultivation

"Yes, it can be used in many places, it is a method." Lin Xun said: "But compared to other methods, there seems to be no substantial improvement, but there is only one more choice."

"Uh huh." Dong Jun walked to the bed: "Do you want to know more about the principle of the nutshell? His application is here."

Lin Xun: "Think."

When he said this, he looked at Dongjun and smiled unconsciously.

There was also a smile in Dongjun's eyes. At the moment when his eyes met, it seemed to be a natural and spontaneous movement. Lin Xun stretched out his hand and gently hugged Dongjun's waist, his face buried between his chest and abdomen. The warm and sturdy touch feels close to the heartbeat.

Dongjun rubbed his hair, the movement was very intimate.

Lin Xun relived and felt like he was sticking to others.

But he has no face to lose.

——Something will start when I wake up this morning.

He only knew that he loved to move when he was sleeping. He didn't know that he rolled into Dongjun's arms. When he woke up, he was all stuck to Dongjun's chest, and his right hand was still holding his sleeve-as for the body In other parts, Lin Xun felt like an octopus.

Dongjun didn't know it was a cultivation practiced for hundreds of years. Actually, he was so indulgent. He hugged him, and he didn't know how long he held it. After seeing him wake up, he even asked gently: "Are you sleeping well?" ?"

pretty good.

It's that you may not be very good.

Sorry.

But I might dare next time.

However, after a night of sleep, he really felt that his distance from Dongjun was getting closer, and he was not too scared-Dongjun, who could tolerate him and forced him to roll together, can imagine that his temper is also at other times. Not bad.

In this movement, his forehead rested on Dongjun's chest and felt a slight vibration.

Dongjun: "Do you want to continue to sleep?"

Lin Xun let him go: "I want to get up."

He looked at the time: "...it seems a little late."

Dongjun: "Fortunately."

Lin Xun got out of bed to wash, there was an applicator on the silver-white hand-washing table, two sets of dental appliances, in the mouthwash cup near Lin Xun, a layer of toothpaste was squeezed out on the white electric toothbrush, he remembered that he had not yet When he was completely awake, Dongjun kissed his forehead, and then the man went to wash.

He picked up the toothbrush, dangling, and straightened his hair. The man in the mirror, like a dog, looks pretty good.

After washing, he went out, and the little robot came over, holding Lin Xun's clothes on the silver tray—it seemed to secretly wash the clothes off, and iron them again.

In the traditional impression, people like Dongjun should be equipped with many servants, plus gardeners, drivers and housekeepers. But here, intelligent systems and robots have completed a series of tasks that should have been done by humans, and even more beautifully.

Lin Xun was wearing clothes while listening to the little robot broadcast today's expected temperature and weather, and morning news.

The weather is still very cold, unlike May and June, this summer is long overdue.

Dongjun was not in the room. After he packed himself up, he looked around. Sure enough, he found a half-open glass partition door. After entering, it was the cloakroom. Dongjun was sitting in front of a mirror. His slender fingers were coming from his chest. Remove—just handle the tie.

Lin Xun walked over, probably to express his flattery about Dong Jun's act of squeezing his toothpaste. He rubbed to Dong Jun and stood behind him.

The light in the cloakroom is very soft, the Dongjun in the mirror has a clear eye, a delicate coldness, and it looks as if it has just come out of the movie lens.

Lin Xun stared.

I saw Dong Jun in the mirror smiled and raised his elbow.

Looking at the opened cufflink box on the table, Lin Xun understood what he was going to do.

He took out a cufflink from the box-one of the pair he sent to Dongjun. Then, he held Dongjun's wrist and the shirt cuffs had been folded. He observed for about half a minute, and understood the usage of the cufflinks-the side that would be exposed from the appearance, the side of the back of the hand penetrated through two layers And then buckle it, as does the other wrist.

Ambiguous lights, dark flowing cufflinks, beautiful hand backs and joints make Lin Xun feel the breath of the capital class.

But at the same time, he found something not so good.

Lin Xun: "It seems difficult to buckle with one hand, how did you do it before?"

Dongjun raised an eyebrow: "I thought you knew."

Lin Xun: "...?"

Dongjun turned to look at him and said lightly: "The premise of sending cufflinks is that you know that the other party has a lover who is willing to wear it for him every day."

Lin Xun felt that Dong Jun was teaching him how to live in life, what gifts should be given and what should not be given.

But he also thinks that Dongjun is in **.

He took Dongjun's hand to his lips and kissed it with his own back. No matter what Dongjun meant, he was going to get confused.

Dongjun's eyelashes curled slightly, and his eyes shone like the stars in the evening mist.

Lin Xun also smiled at him.

This will not pass.

Breakfast is also the product of a smart kitchen. The robot also puts cat food for the pointer cat bowl. On a quiet morning, Lin Xun was put on a black coat by Dong Jun before going out-his original clothes were thin, and today is a lingering wet rainy day.

On the way, Dongjun answered a phone call. Lin Xun didn't know what it was, but heard Eagle mentioned.

Galaxy seems to be launching new products again, and Eagle chooses to launch similar products over the same period. At the same time, they seem to have lawsuits.

Over the years, the industry has become more and more competitive, and Galaxy and Eagle have completely abandoned their false friendships in the early years, and even tit-for-tat-for example, Galaxy just launched the "hull" of the immersive holographic experience module, and Eagle began to provide them for them in various channels. The forthcoming wearable holographic device is gaining momentum. The two supporters were also disobedient to each other. One of the most common words of the Galaxy fans is to suggest that Dongjun directly reject Eagle’s use of the Glax language-in this way, at least half of Eagle’s projects will be hit hard. But Lin Xun thinks that Dongjun will not, just like science knows no borders, open source is the supremacy, technology is never closed, this is the demeanor of the programmer.

In fact, Dongjun never did this.

Lin Xun quietly glanced at Dong Jun's profile, convinced that his praise for him was not because the fan filter was as thick as the Hubble telescope, but because the person did.

Dongjun’s residence is not far from the location of the Milky Way. After the car stopped, he got out of the car and followed Dongjun into the Galaxy Hall-wearing Dongjun’s coat and lying on his shoulders with Dongjun’s cat.

——The tail of Dongjun’s cat is still loose around his neck.

Lin Xun accepted the baptism of his eyes and recalled the number of times he came here.

Very good, Sanjin Palace.

No matter what the buzzword is, when this happens for the third time, it should be taken seriously.

He glanced politely at the inquiry, and then Dongjun was led into the elevator.

Dongjun opened the computer in front of him, placed the keyboard at his hand, and placed the pointer on the table.

"Play by yourself." Dong Jun said: "I'll go to the regular meeting and accompany you later."

Lin Xun played by himself.

He put on headphones and began to concentrate on analyzing the data generated by Luoshen in that hospital battle.

I don't know if I feel wrong. In that hour, Luo Shen showed extraordinary flexibility. Lin Xun even believed that this was a living person assisting himself.

After more than an hour, he discovered that Luo had secretly learned a speech library.

The principle is simple.

According to the emotional tendency, change the voice.

For example, convert "suggest to enter elevator" into "elevator——!"

Or convert "Danger detected, please pay attention to safety" to "You are finished."

Fine.

Self-learning ability is indeed a highlight of Luo himself.

He was about to end the inspection, and suddenly frowned.

A string of suspicious symbols is a bit abrupt.

He stopped the cursor there, and when he planned to take a closer look, his phone rang.

A phone number is quite familiar-Lin Xun generally does not save the number and does not give people a name because he can remember it once.

After thinking about it, it was an unexpected person.

"Hello." Lin Xun said lightly.

A male voice came from the receiver: "Senior?"

Lin Xun said: "Xue Xin?"

"It's me," the owner of the voice seemed a little happy. "The senior still remembers me."

"Well." Lin Xun said nothing, and asked him: "What's the matter?"

"I made a project, and suddenly thought that the seniors are also in this respect." Xue Xindao opposite: "I want to discuss with you..."

Lin Xun listened.

Xue Xin was a student at that time.

Nor is it a direct student, he is from the Institute of Physical Education.

Lin Xun's reason for refusing the suitor was "I am a **** couple, you can't code".

As a result, there were fewer athletes and more programmers in the world. This younger brother learned Python by himself and entered the industry. Finally, he walked to the peak of his life. This matter was once a strange talk. Wang Safety and Zhao Jianji like to take him out. In fact, it wasn't until the younger brothers started to play the flower clusters, and after they had split up and closed with several men, women, and women, they reluctantly dropped the talk.

Lin Xun didn't know how he found his contact information-he didn't change his number, but he did, but it didn't matter.

Xue Xin means that I heard that the seniors are working on intelligent systems, and I am also working on it, and the direction is the same. If the seniors do not dislike, you can come to my side to give advice, or we cooperate, we welcome you.

While Lin Xun listened to him, there was a ride and a ride.

"How do seniors feel?" Xue Xin finally asked politely.

Lin Xun paused.

To be honest, Xue Xin is not uninterested in that direction.

In fact, he is interested in many directions.

but--

He smiled politely, planning to answer, and suddenly felt someone move beside him.

He was alert, and then reacted that Dong Jun should have been by his side for a long time, and the light and cold perfume breath also existed for at least ten minutes-it should be that he was too concentrated when he was working on Luoshen, and he did not notice that he came back. And he didn't bother himself.

He paused, recovered, took Dongjun's hand, and continued to answer Xue Xin.

An arm crossed his chest, fingers clasped his shoulders, and tightened slowly.

Lin Xun paused again and continued to prepare to answer.

A soft breath sounded in his ears, and his cool thin lips touched his pinna, and then down, his teeth bit his earlobe.