MTL - After Having an AI Boyfriend, I Will Never Be Afraid of Sunspots-Chapter 6

The sky was gloomy, spreading from the ground to the sky with no life.

The rain fell on the pines and cypresses and washed the land. There was a depressing breath in the air, heavy and lifeless.

In the misty drizzle, Bai Ruogu walked through the winding path to the cemetery.

Although thousands of years have passed, the cemetery has not changed much. The urns are still put in as before, and the entire tomb occupies a small piece of land.

The tombstones are aligned horizontally and vertically, neat and solemn, and there is no end at a glance.

The security here is strict, the service is attentive, and the rare good feng shui makes the land price very expensive, and it has become a well-known aristocratic cemetery in the entire galaxy.

After Bai Ruogu found his mother's tombstone, he put a bunch of carnations in front of it, and then cleaned the tombstone and its surroundings.

After doing all this, he sat down at random and started chatting with his mother.

I don't know what I'm talking about, anyway, after so many years, it's quite boring for my mother to be here alone, just say something.

He chatted from noon to afternoon, and seeing the rain getting heavier, he stood up and took an umbrella to say goodbye to his mother.

"Swish..." was the sound of rain hitting the umbrella. He went back the same way and thought about what kind of script it was.

Stepping on the ground full of rain, tiny splashes of water splashed, and at the same time, there were bursts of thunder in the sky, and the sky became more gloomy.

Bai Ruogu quickened his pace, and at this moment he suddenly heard the sound of the bottle breaking...

"Clap-", the empty wine bottle smashed to the ground, and the sound was mixed with the sound of rain.

A man with short-to-medium-brown hair lay drunk on a tombstone, his casual clothes slouched and soaked in rain.

He was drenched in soup, his hair stuck to his face and he looked very embarrassed.

He didn't know what he was talking about, crying and laughing, and he didn't know if the wet face was rain or tears were mixed in it.

His head was half upside down, and there was a thin layer of stubble on his chin. The age seems to be in his early thirties, but there is an indescribable decadence and vicissitudes.

Just when the man was groggy and his brain was blurred, a shadow suddenly fell on his eyelids, and then the cold shock disappeared, and his body gradually warmed up.

He opened his eyelids in a daze, only to see a young man with a delicate appearance and a thin body looking down at him from a high place.

And in that young man's hand... was an umbrella, hitting the sky above the two of them.

The rain is still falling, and in this dark gray and empty world, an umbrella separates it all...

The drunk man's eyes were very cloudy, and he couldn't see his mood, so he kept looking up at Bai Ruogu.

Even though the man looked very embarrassed at the moment, when he opened his eyes, those azure blue eyes made people feel like they were immersed in a vast ocean for a moment, deep and charming, but incomprehensible.

After a while, the man closed his eyes again and smiled bitterly, as if he had lost his strength and lay directly on the tombstone, not wanting to move.

Bai Ruogu watched for a long time, frowning and half-squinting his eyes.

When the man thought that the person he had never met would leave soon, a shadow suddenly appeared beside him.

The man sat directly beside him, and the water below was splashed, which also wet the man's pants.

The man's eyelids moved, his palms clenched tightly, but he still lay on the tombstone and seemed to be immersed in something.

Bai Ruogu didn't speak either, but instead threw the umbrella aside, and the two of them were soaked in the rain together in this dim weather.

He didn't lean back against the tombstone, but sat quietly like this, looking at the road, trees, and sky washed by the rain in front of him...

The two stayed together in this silent environment, and I don't know how long it took, until the rain gradually decreased, and the man slowly opened his eyes.

"What are you thinking?" the man asked in a low voice, his voice clear and steady.

Bai Ruogu wiped the rain on his eyelids with his hands, and said without any grudge: "Look for some inspiration."

"What inspiration?"

"script."

The man paused, his eyes swayed slightly, the corners of his mouth moved slightly but he couldn't detect anything.

He put all his strength on the tombstone, looked up at the vast sky in the distance and said softly, "Are you a screenwriter or a director?"

"actor."

"Oh?" The man smiled, "So you should be looking for character inspiration?"

Bai Ruogu shook his head and looked into the distance as well, "I don't have a role, I think of the script myself, and then I will play the role in the script."

The man turned his head and looked him up and down, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Fu Erdai? Want to find a random script to play with?"

"Where is it?" Bai Ruogu sighed, but his smile continued as if he didn't care.

"I really can't find a role. No one dares to let me play his role, and I'm afraid it won't be broadcast."

Although the other party's eyes were a little surprised, it seemed that trivial things were not worth showing.

The man patted his sleeve, tidied up his clothes, and at the same time guessed his identity at once.

"So..." The man looked at him, his azure blue eyes so deep that he couldn't see through.

"You are the poison in the shadow world circulating in the circle, Bai Ruogu?"

Bai Ruogu:…

He laughed out loud, "It's true that good things don't go out, and bad things travel thousands of miles."

He stretched and then listened to the man ask, "How is your acting?"

"I do not know either."

The man didn't put his mind on it for too long, but pressed the tombstone, and then a small hole appeared on it.

While Bai Ruogu was stunned, he took out a cigarette and lit it with a lighter.

Yu Guangli saw Bai Ruogu's expression and smiled, "Don't think too much, this tomb is empty."

Bai Ruogu: ?

The man took a breath, protruding a puff of smoke.

His hair fell down his cheeks, his beard was prickly, and his voice was hoarse. He looked like a decadent uncle.

The man continued to ask, "Then you have been thinking about it for so long just now, what inspiration do you have?"

Bai Ruogu touched his head, frowned and said, "The script didn't come up with anything, but instead came up with several designs for mechas."

man:…

He smoked a cigarette and looked up and down Bai Ruogu from head to toe, took a sharp breath, and spit it out.

"Talent."

"If you don't enter the Imperial Research Institute, you are really wasting your good seedling."

Bai Ruogu smiled casually, "The key is that you're not interested in mechas, even if you go in, it's useless."

"Not interested?" The man gave him a deep look, shook his head, and turned to another topic instead of continuing.

He leaned all over the tombstone, smoking a cigarette and looking up at the sky.

Bai Ruogu followed the man's gaze and found that there were no clouds and nothing.

However, for some reason, he always felt that the man seemed to be looking at something.

After a while, the man's tone changed, and it seemed to be mixed with an unidentified emotion, which was heavy.

A cigarette burned out quickly, the cigarette **** was rolled into the rain, and extinguished in an instant. At the same time, it was a man's problem.

"You said, what is a light year?" The man's voice was slow, with a trembling ending, but he was laughing in the last few words.

Before Bai Ruogu could speak, he saw the man wipe the rain off his face, and then replied.

"This is a question that every child knows, isn't a light-year a unit of distance? Right? It represents distance..."

However, Bai Ruogu refused.

Bai Ruogu also looked at the man's point of view, not knowing what he was looking at, thousands of scenes flashed in his mind and he whispered softly.

"Light years are not just distance, but time..."

Hearing a "bang", the man sat up instantly, there seemed to be some dizziness in his eyes that spread out, getting deeper and deeper, and finally turned into pitch black without any light.

He was sitting in the rain, and his clothes had long been soiled by the muddy water. There was a constant "buzzing" in my ears, as if the whole world had lost its voice.

Bai Ruogu leaned on the tombstone and watched quietly, his lips half-opened and gradually closed, thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind but they came together.

For a moment, the man's voice became hoarse, his voice changed from slow to fast, and his eyes were dazed.

"I have a script here, do you want to read it?"

Bai Ruogu also sat up all of a sudden. He had a hunch that something was going to be extraordinary, so he nodded and said calmly, "Trouble."

The tombstone was knocked open again, and the man took out a thick stack of scripts, carefully picked it up and handed it to Bai Ruogu.

There were some subtle changes in Bai Ruogu's eyes, and he also carefully took over the script.

He gently opened the script and began to read the content inside...

In these years, all information is recorded by Zhinao. Except for the bookstore library, it is difficult to see paper content, let alone scripts.

In his other half's memory, the scripts he had been in contact with for so many years were all electronic.

However, the script in front of him stirred up his inner emotions. The above content is all handwritten, the font is correct, serious and meticulous, and it is very clear to see the above content.

When he came into contact with this story, he was instantly aroused by curiosity.

This can be said to be a story about love or a personal legend.

Bai Ruogu turned one by one like this, and the man beside him also kept quiet, watching the script while observing Bai Ruogu's emotions.

Whether it is the rhythm of the plot, the entry point of each scene, etc., in Bai Ruogu's view, it is almost perfect.

Of course, it was the story that attracted him the most.

Just when Bai Ruogu turned to the last page, thinking that the two protagonists were about to get together, he suddenly stopped in place.

He stared intently at the last few lines and stroked it with his fingers lightly. Unconsciously, his eyes became sore, and his heart felt an indescribable pain.

The above few lines are so sudden, but they suddenly run through the entire script, matching the beginning and end.

Not abrupt, very natural. It is astonishing to light up all this like a finishing touch, but it is difficult to accept this reality.

Bai Ruogu slowed down for a long time, and finally returned to normal.

He closed the script and looked at the man in front of him with a complicated expression.

"It's a very sci-fi story. The content is very novel. Although it is too fantasy, it is not impossible. However, your knife is really sharp."