The modern me and the Republic of China her

Chapter 4 Dusk
Zhang Xiaofa doesn't want to work long here.

In the world outside, even the air is much freer than this.

He had a preliminary escape plan in mind.

But for some reason, Ah Nan was everywhere in front of her eyes.

Could it be that the cup of coffee was drugged with ecstasy, and after drinking it, it made me worry?

He started to look at her again in a daze.

She has a refined temperament and a sweet voice. The only obvious shortcoming is that she is a little melancholy and sensitive to her perverted father.

He thought, before leaving, draw a picture of her as a souvenir.

He took out the paper and sketch pen from his bag, picked out a sketch of a girl he had drawn before, and handed it to her.

"Do you like drawing?"

Ah Nan has never seen such an original hand-painted work, she leaned over curiously, her eyes shining brightly.

"It's beautiful. Did you draw it?"

"I scribbled."

He tapped the drawing paper with a pen and drew an outline.

"I'll give you a portrait, stand up."

"But, I don't even know how to make it look good. You can teach me."

She was coquettish and shy.

He designed several for her.

Some sit and read a book, some stand and look at the scenery outside the window, and some refer to various shapes of plane models.

Changing back and forth, I always feel that something is almost there.

Finally, Ah Nan was tired and asked him if he could take a rest.

He looked at the little girl's lazy expression, waved his hands and allowed her to go to rest.

She walked to the window very relaxedly, her whole body was like a lithe little snake, and she got on the window sill in a blink of an eye.

The soft long hair was dyed a light golden layer by the sun, and the white silk gauze skirt was like the wings of a butterfly, fluttering back and forth in the wind.

Leaning against the window lattice, she closed her eyes slightly, and her long eyelashes set off the outline of her face more and more delicately.

For the sake of comfort, she simply kicked off the high heels that bound freedom, and her pink and white feet stepped directly on the glass.

Xiaofa had a wonderful illusion.

He has studied the history of Western art, and he never forgets the portraits of women in the Renaissance.

The light and shadow of the past are uniquely merged in Ah Nan. She has a kind of tranquility in "Flora God", and suddenly rises to the mystery of "Mona Lisa".

His pen moved back and forth on the paper silently, quietly capturing every bit of her beauty, and finally, he completed a piece of work that can be called the best work in these years.

"Have you rested yet? Come and see how I draw?"

He waved at her.

She came running almost like the wind, excitedly admiring herself in the painting.

"Like, so much like, prettier than all my photos!"

When he was painting, he poured out different emotions than before.

She is so weak and delicate, like a flower, innocent and innocent, with a hint of melancholy that does not match her age.

"Stay here, okay?"

She put down the portrait and looked at him with tears streaming down her face, her eyes filled with sincere persuasion, forcing him to say "leave" no longer.

He suddenly had an inexplicable idea, wanted to take her to wander in a distant place together...

He didn't know the specific reason, but what happened next became more and more unexpected.

She pulled him into the studio, pointed to the rows of portraits and maps on the wall, and told him that this was part of the doctor's years of research.

He has a general understanding of the doctor's work: scientific and technological archaeology, focusing on the study of the history of the Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China.

The windows of the studio are sealed, supposedly for the sake of secrecy, and the inside has to rely on artificial lighting in broad daylight.

Anan sat him down and got busy in front of a computer, explaining to him the precautions of the indoor system and the daily work process.

Finally, she was tired and rested her head on his shoulder for a nap.

Her breathing was even, like a breeze blowing on your face.

His feelings for her are a little subtle, like a friend, like a lover, more like a brother and sister.

"When she wakes up, let's leave. There is no specific route, and the navigation map can't find a signal around. You can't go out alone..."

Her sleeping position is also intriguing.

At first, it was only leaning on his shoulders, but in a blink of an eye, it was directly turned into his arms, which caught him off guard.

I had no choice but to pull away gently, stand up and walk away.

Inadvertently touching her smooth skin with her fingers, her face was instantly scorched.

Afraid that she would catch a cold, he took a small blanket from the sofa and covered her, quietly leaning against the window, counting the passing time.

Dusk came, the sky gradually dimmed, and the sun's rays escaped.

The flowers and trees outside the villa were replaced with a strange black style.

He was a little drowsy just now, when he suddenly heard her ask sleepily, "Is there any customer here to buy books?"

It seems that it's not that he doesn't eat fireworks in the world, and he is always concerned about his own business.

He replied truthfully: "Half of the people didn't come."

She sighed: "It seems that I won't be able to complete the task again this month. I still want my father to let me go back to school after completing the task."

"Selling books is not just about making money, but also putting your daughter's future into it. How is this different from fathers who sell their children in the old society!"

She covered his mouth, "Don't let the robots hear it, they will record it and send it to my dad. I still want to go to school, and I'm going to take the Drama Academy next year."

He wrote on the paper: "How many books do you need to sell to satisfy your dad?"

She stretched out three slender fingers.

"Sell three books a month? It's too easy. When you advertise the bookstore, you promise to buy a book and get a mobile phone or laptop, and you can complete the task in a day."

"This transaction is unusual. The customers are limited to those who have been in business since the Republic of China era. The transaction information is confidential and must not be disclosed."

He usually has a hobby of reading supernatural novels, and it's inevitable that his imagination will run wild when he hears them.

His voice was a little trembling: "Are those customers alive? How can I find a bookstore?"

She felt that this question was amused, and played with the necklace on her chest without raising her head.

"There are special doorways to check and pick up the goods at the door, and the bookstore does not support express delivery."

It sounds like a potentially dangerous "tomb of the living dead", maybe the next step will be life-threatening.

A while ago, he swiped the news on his mobile phone before going to bed, and saw all kinds of tragic situations of college students who were mistakenly involved in pyramid schemes and were controlled by their bodies.

They are not completely divorced from society, and they will always wait for the day when the police will rescue them and reunite with their families.

This wilderness villa is too well disguised, and uses various non-human high-tech...

He carefully studied Ah Nan's figure, not even daring to let go of her hair, for fear that she might be a simulated robot created by Dr. Wei.

This summer, he also went to the Science and Technology Museum to watch the latest robot performance.

There is a kind of artificial robot that is perfectly made, with flexible movements, vivid expressions, pleasant voice, and looks the same as a young girl.

He looked at it for a long time and couldn't see any flaws.

After all, he is not a graduate of mechanical engineering, unlike a connoisseur with superb discernment, who can tell the truth at a glance.

He thought, the last day of this month, tonight depends on luck.

Maybe customers with heavy tastes like to come to the place where the birds don't shit to hunt for treasure after dark.

At night, a long-prepared torrential rain came.

(End of this chapter)