Today in the 22nd century, people pay more attention to the improvement of life quality, and the most important thing here is the improvement of spiritual life quality. We study all kinds of the most advanced equipment in the world. My colleagues, seniors and juniors all work independently here. Only when someone encounters special difficulties will everyone get together and cooperate. After consulting with my leader, I chose the subconscious as my research project.
When a person comes to this city, it is inevitable that he will fall into loneliness from time to time. Whenever the lights are brightly lit, I will sit in front of the big mirror in my apartment, put on my glasses and computer, and connect to the Yunmeng special line. If she happens to be free, we will start to touch the soul communication. Yunmeng is my classmate's girlfriend, so she is still studying her traditional art at school. My cloud dream, just like her name, is dreamlike and faint, as if it would disappear and fly away when touched.
However, she didn't disappear or fly away. A year later, in order to reunite with me, she also came to this coastal city, applied for a key high school and became a traditional art teacher. Humans have entered 2 1 century, which has changed a lot compared with the beginning of last century. Although characters exist, they are just symbols that everyone will recognize in the computer. Except for some special industries, people have not used keyboards for a long time. There are many kinds of computers, so people can communicate with each other only by voice. The writing of Chinese characters has long been a traditional art, and only a few people can master it. The purpose of offering traditional art education in senior high schools is to give young people a more concrete impression of history. Yunmeng's traditional calligraphy is also as its name implies, especially her cursive script is so gentle and demure that its realm can't be replaced by any modern technology. Almost every day after work, she will come to my apartment. Her apartment is almost worthless. The development of science and technology to a certain extent will almost make people accomplish nothing unless you have some hobbies that are of little practical value. Yunmeng and I are together, and we often study Tang poetry and Song poetry together, which can add more spiritual foundation to her artistic creation, and I can also change my thinking and activate my thinking. Today, with the development of society, the problem of social security has disappeared. Everyone was born with a special chip, which has a very subtle function. It keeps in touch with the safety satellite at all times, and the satellite can always sense everyone's mood changes. When you are in danger and highly nervous, the satellite will automatically send out a signal, which will make people around you lose their mobility and transmit the signal to the ground safety center. Security personnel will arrive at the scene in a short time to investigate the specific situation. And people's ideas are quite different. Sex is absolutely safe and won't spread any diseases, but people will never have sex before 18 years old, because the security chip will receive the signal from the satellite, so that the teenager who wants to steal the forbidden fruit and the people around him/her will lose most of their physical strength in a short time and can't continue. As an adult, people are very different. It is not uncommon to be a virgin 120 years old, and it is also common to wait for her 18 birthday in the arms of her lover. Yunmeng is as traditional as her major. Whenever the stars shine, she will experience the pleasure of being loved in my arms. She has lived with me for more than half a year and is still a virgin. Let her go, how can I have the heart to hurt such a girl who loves to dream?
In May 2006, she finally agreed to marry me. We applied for a 29-day long vacation, boarded a flight to Lhasa, and embarked on our wedding mileage. At the tourist service center in Lhasa, we booked a honeymoon villa on the plateau and set off by helicopter with automatic navigation. A helicopter is more like a transparent hydrogen balloon. It is driven by a special engine, which compresses air and then ejects it at high speed. The noise is extremely low. Only some equipment under the seat is completely transparent around and over the head. After taking off to a certain height, it is like a fish floating in the water, with almost no support. We sat side by side in the cabin, Yunmeng leaning on my shoulder. Although we are deeply attracted by the scenery of the snowy plateau at our feet, I still can't help but be distracted from time to time and fall into the yearning for the novel Candlelight Night at an altitude of 7000 meters. It didn't take long for the small plane to land in front of our plateau villa. It floated away after we got off the plane in plateau protective clothing. The plateau villa is surrounded by a vast expanse of white, and the nearest other villas are more than 5 kilometers apart, so the design of this villa is completely transparent and the indoor equipment is clear at a glance. When we arrived at the door, the villa's security system automatic identification service center entered the information of our security chip, and the door opened automatically. There is almost nothing in the villa. There is a big round bed in the middle, almost 4 meters in diameter. Although it is round, it also has a bedside, which is only 1 meter wide, full in shape and soft in texture. There is a big sofa on one side of the bed, and there is a yellow transparent wall opposite the sofa. It should be a multimedia display. You can watch digital TV programs from satellites and surf the Internet. It's not noon yet. How can I resist her wonderful temptation in this single-function two-person world? I really want to fall in love with her at once: my MengMeng, let me enjoy Venus on the snowy field! But she said, dear brother, don't do this. If the sun looks at me, I will die of shame. Besides, I'm starving. I will give you some delicious food. What do I like? She is my best enjoyment, but she will always be a deep-water red-violet who can only watch, which is really enough for me. Many of the grain reserves here are semi-finished products, which are different from ordinary living areas. This is to add some interest to the people who come here.
After dinner, she pestered me to enjoy the plateau scenery. We had a rest, so I had to accompany her to put on plateau protective clothing again and walk out of the villa. Come to the nearby cable car platform, board the special cable car, press the button, start the cable car and start the first plateau sightseeing. Cable cars and ropeways crisscross, so we can choose the direction at will. We slowly slide aimlessly, sometimes climbing the Xuefeng, sometimes hanging high above the deep valley, and sometimes going deep into the bottom. Time passed quickly, and the cable car gave a voice prompt: it takes 1 hour 14 minutes to return by taking the shortest route. Do you want to return?
-MengMeng, should we go back?
-Really, I haven't seen enough.
We still have more than twenty days, aren't you too few? We'll watch it tomorrow, okay? I just want to see you now.
Will I always be by your side? People didn't stop you from watching!
What I want to see is the most authentic, complete and natural.
-Come on, what are you talking about?
-from the heart!
── Bah!
Really, I didn't lie to you at all.
I held her in my arms and looked at her face.
Hurry up, someone will see you.
What are you afraid of? It's not illegal. I can only prove to them that I love you.
-Dude, let me go. Can't we go back and have a look?
-Actually, I'm just Doby. I've waited for so many years. Can't I wait for this moment? We chose to return automatically and let the cable car take us to the Temple of Love. About 40 minutes after the return flight, the sunset glow dyed half the sky red, and the atmospheric transparency of the plateau was particularly good. The snow-capped mountains are bright pink in the sunset. Yunmeng leaned on my shoulder intoxicated, and I was also impressed by the beauty of nature, holding up a delicate digital camera to record the wonders of this snowy area. Before reaching the last peak of the villa, we stopped the cable car and quietly enjoyed the perfect last time of the first day on the plateau. We watched the sunset slowly sink into the snow-capped mountains, silently watching the sky change from red to purple, and then from purple to deep blue and purple.
Sweet dreams, we really should go back.
-She didn't speak. I pressed the button and the cable car slid down the ridge.
When we entered the villa, it was completely dark. Yunmeng went to prepare dinner, and I sat on the sofa watching the news. CCTV reports that xichang satellite launch center has just successfully set sail on a spaceship, and will complete the first complete trip to the Milky Way in China and the world, accumulating more information for human beings to fly out of the Milky Way. I temporarily forgot my cloud dream, and the picture of the spacecraft flying fell into an uncontrollable excitement and pride.
-Soon, my Yunmeng came back from the underground kitchen with a big tray. I took out the folding glass dining table behind the sofa and put it away. Yunmeng arranged four dishes and some tableware one by one. I turned off the TV, took two chairs and sat down with Yunmeng. Yunmeng lit two red candles. By this time, it was already dark, and the moon was not full, and it hung in the eastern sky in a curved way, giving the snowy field a dim light, because our villa was completely transparent, and we were like sitting on an empty snowy field. However, the moonlit sky is not bright, showing a deep and almost black sapphire blue, and the finely divided stars are shining silvery white in the boundless sky. The balance system of the villa will automatically identify the number of the owner's clothes and adjust the room temperature to the most suitable level, so we always feel very comfortable. In the warm light of the red candle, my cloud dream seems to be covered with a dreamlike light, and I am intoxicated in the glass full of red wine. For a long time, none of us spoke, silently savoring the wine in this cup, this night in the snowy plateau, this beautiful time as thick as honey, the person who will spend most of his life under this red candle, my cloud dream. She changed her former elegance and wore a red silk skirt with suspenders, but her face was still so quiet and her long eyelashes looked at me affectionately. Her eyes should be trusting and quiet. At about 2 1, we finally finished our candlelight dinner. Cloud dreams of clearing the table. I stopped her, pushed the table aside and gave her a bottle of fragrant mouthwash. We spit out a mouthwash, and I reached out and picked her up and walked to the big bed I had been longing for for for a long time. All the bedding on the bed is bright yellow, and there is an unspeakable warmth. The bed is very big, so I try my best to send her to the middle. I also lost my center of gravity and leaned on her. My elbow was propped on the bed, which was so soft and deep that my body almost stuck to her. I kissed her on the forehead. Then I looked up and studied her carefully, because the red candle was a little far away, and her face was only illuminated by moonlight, showing a noble ivory color. My hand is still under her, and the other hand holding her leg has been withdrawn, gently stroking her hair, gently caressing her left shoulder, and slowly taking off her nepotism. Seeing me like this, she closed her eyes shyly, turned her face and buried herself deeply in my chest. I carefully took off my long skirt for her. She wore only a small pink silk underwear under her long skirt. I didn't touch it at once, but gave her a kiss covering all the skin. Yunmeng's eyes are only opened occasionally, his eyes are blurred, and his body is just trembling slightly, without much movement. Even the first time I went in, I only slightly raised my eyebrows and bit my lips. Everything is so quiet. After the tide receded, I asked her gently, my darling, are you feeling all right? She didn't say anything, just put her soft hands and shoulders on my shoulders and buried her little face gently on my chest. I touched her head with my right hand, feeling boundless happiness and precious comfort, but there seems to be an erratic question mark in my mind: what is missing from this happiness and tranquility?
In fact, time is easy to disappear, and our honeymoon on the plateau passed quickly in the warmth. So we returned to the city where we worked and lived, and began our peaceful and happy life.
I made a breakthrough in my research. I made the first prototype. It is a cute little machine that can be worn on the face like glasses. It has a hypnotic effect. The user will be hypnotized in a short time, and the user's subconscious will be collected and sorted into digital signals and sent to the computer to become clear dynamic images. Of course, the use of this product will definitely be restricted, because it will touch personal privacy. Although it has been proved to be absolutely safe by experiments, the effect still needs a lot of clinical experiments and a group of volunteers to test it. I didn't report my research progress to the institute immediately, but took it home.
One night, Yunmeng, who had worked all day, went to bed to get ready for a rest. I wear a nightgown and lean against the bed, holding a cloud dream in my arms. My MengMeng, I have a good thing. do you want to see it ?
-What? Mysterious.
-Don't look.
-All right.
-I took out my research results and put them in her hands.
-What's this? Sleep glasses?
-almost, you are quite smart! But women who are too smart are not cute!
-What about me?
-You! Of course not very smart!
-Ignore you, hit people, what's the matter?
You'll find it if you try.
-She really put it on her face, so comfortable! I'm going to sleep first
-Don't! I also want to see my Venus.
-Whatever.
-What Venus should I see? Let's take a look at my grades. I quickly slipped out of bed and turned on the computer.
An empty white room appeared on the screen, with almost no decoration except an equally white table in the center of the room. Cloud dream appeared. She is wearing a white short-sleeved dress and is floating around a corner. She danced gracefully and lightly, just like a goddess in a dream world. There is a kind of music that doesn't seem to exist. I can hardly find its melody, but it is like a cloud dream. She danced like this, and time seemed to stand still. Later, music seems to have changed strongly. A man dressed in black appeared, wearing a mask like Zorro and a long black cloak. With his hands behind his back, he walked steadily to the center of the room and stood in front of the white table with his legs slightly open. Yunmeng's dance slowed down and gradually stopped, shyly standing opposite the men in black, without any sound. The men in black just looked at Yunmeng ruthlessly, as if giving orders with their eyes. Clouds and dreams blow, and the white skirt falls like a cloud, revealing milk-like skin and underwear as white as the white skirt. The black dress person's left hand scratched gently in the air, and Yunmeng's underwear actually slipped. Yunmeng's head was too low to look at the men in black. But she seemed to hear the voice of the man in black in her heart. She looked up slightly at the black dress person, walked slowly and obediently to the front of the white table, and slowly knelt on the table facing the black dress person. I saw my heart beat faster, my face was red and my ears were hot. How could she do this in my cloud dream? How could she do that?
── At this time, the black dress person shook out a white rope from somewhere, turned behind Yunmeng, and began to carefully tie the rope to Yunmeng. Yunmeng just silently and meekly cooperated with him, his hands tightly tied behind his back, his fingers slightly parted, and a white rope was elegantly laid on Yunmeng, turning her into a beautiful slave statue. After the men in black finished binding, they stepped back and silently enjoyed my cloud dream. Her eyes drooped and her expression was calm. I am crying in my heart: how did this happen? why ...
── men in black admire for a long time, went to the stage, picked up YunMeng, let her lie flat on her back. The podium is not big, only holding Yunmeng's trunk, jade legs drooping, and black hair flowing like a waterfall. I don't know what organ the man in black stepped on, but the table is slowly getting higher. Although the table is angular, it is very soft. I can see Yunmeng's arm deeply immersed in it, and his body clings to the table without any pain. The men in black stood on the edge of the stage, their eyes absorbing every fragrance of the cloud dream. Yunmeng's body is undergoing subtle changes. His eyes are blurred, his mouth is slightly open, and his body is full of tenderness and longing. The man in black didn't take off any costume, so he released his male desire and went straight into the story without tenderness, but it made my heart ache that I had never seen the wild and unrestrained cloud dream. I really want to rush over and spill blood with them on the spot. I stood up with my fist clenched and remembered that this was our dormitory. All I saw was a small computer screen. So I calmed down and continued to look at it to see if Yunmeng still has the value of staying with me.
── At this time, men in black have stood up, YunMeng is lying on the stage, a face of happiness and fatigue. With a wave of his hand, a big bed appeared on one side of the room. The black dress person carefully picked up Yunmeng and put her on the bed. What else does he want? After that, the man in black moved slightly, his arm was blown off, and he even shook off all his clothes, leaving only the mysterious blindfold on his face. He came to the bed, lifted a big quilt as soft as a cloud, and hid in a gentle town with Yunmeng. His warm hands flowed freely on Yunmeng, who seemed to be bathed in the sunshine of love. The man in black leaned down and gave a gentle kiss, as if the blindfold was blocking it, reaching out and taking it off and throwing it aside.
-huh? ! ! ! The man in black is me! Why ... How is that possible?
—————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— The final edition of Oriental Rock was on February 5, 2003.