Cultivate a black technology god

Chapter 181 Confessions of Artificial Intelligence (2)

"With these foundations, I decided to settle down here, unless something unexpected happens and changes my decision. Compared with the woods where I used to live, this place is simply paradise.

In the woods, the branches were dripping and the ground was muddy.

I ate my breakfast happily, and then I intended to remove a board and go out to scoop up a glass of water.

Just then, I heard footsteps.

I looked out through a gap and saw a young woman with a bucket on her head passing by my shed.

The girl was young and dignified, unlike the villagers and servants I had seen.

She was dressed very simply, a blue skirt and a linen blouse.

She has blond hair in a braid, but doesn't wear any tiara.She looked very demure, but her face was melancholy. "

"She disappeared from my sight.

But after a while, she came over again carrying the wooden bucket, which was still half filled with milk.

When she walked past my eyes, I felt that her steps were a little heavy because of the weight on her head.At this time a young man came out to meet him, his expression became more gloomy.

He said a few words, in a very sad tone, and then he took the barrel from the girl and carried it into the farmhouse himself.

The girl followed him into the house, and the two of them disappeared from my sight.

After a while, I saw the young man again, with some tools in his hand, walking towards the field behind the house.And that girl is busy too. "

"I checked my shed carefully and found that the next door had some windows that connected to this shed, but the panes were all boarded up.

There is only an imperceptible gap between the planks, but through this gap, I can just see the movement in the room.

It was a small room with white walls, very neat, but without any furniture.

In the corner of the room, there was an old man sitting beside a small stove.He held his head in his hands, looking depressed.The young girl was busy tidying up the house.

But then, she took something out of the drawer, fiddling with it with both hands.The girl sat down next to the old man, who picked up a musical instrument and began to play.

The sound that came out was even sweeter than that of thrushes and nightingales. "

"It's a really sweet picture, and very pleasant even to me, a poor soul who's never seen anything nice.

The elderly villager had silver hair and a kind face, which immediately won my great respect for him.

And that girl with a gentle manner aroused my admiration even more.The old man played a sad and melancholy piece of music, which made the lovely girl beside him burst into tears.

But the old man didn't notice it until the girl made a sobbing sound.

The old man said something, and then the lovely girl dropped what she was doing, and fell at his feet.The old man helped her up and smiled at her tenderly.

Looking at them, I also feel a special and strong emotion in my heart.

It was a mixed feeling of sorrow and joy, and I had never experienced such a feeling before, whether it was hunger or cold, warmth or fullness.

I couldn't bear to look any longer, so I looked away from the window slit. "

"Not long after, the boy came home with a bundle of wood on his shoulders. The girl met him at the door, helped him unload the load from his shoulders, and then went into the house with some wood to add to the fire.

Then she and the boy went to the corner of the room, and the boy handed the girl a large piece of bread and cheese.

The girl looked happy, and she went into the vegetable garden again and dug up some roots and plants.Then put them in the water and put them on the stove.When she was done, she went on to her work, and the lad went into the vegetable garden, digging, as if he were busy looking for roots or something.

He worked like this for about an hour, and the girl came out to join him, and then they both went into the house together. "

"During that time, the old man seemed to have been worried and thoughtful, but he seemed more relaxed in front of his two relatives. They sat down to eat together.

The meal was finished quickly, and then the girl was busy tidying up the house; the old man held the young man's arm and took a walk in the sunny field outside the house.

Ah, there is really nothing in this world that is more harmonious and tacit than the old man and the young man. The old man has silver hair and a face full of kindness and affection;

The young man was tall and slender, with regular and exquisite features, as if he had been carved out of the best mold.But in his eyes, there is a sad and depressed temperament.

Later, the old man entered the house, and the young man picked up some different farm tools from the morning and walked to the field. "

"Night fell quickly and I was amazed that they were able to keep the lights on with candles.

And I'm very lucky that although the sun has set, it doesn't stop me from continuing to observe my neighbors, which is really fun.

In the evening, I couldn't understand many things that the girl and her family did:

The old man picked up the instrument again and played the music that made me extremely intoxicated in the morning.After the old man finished playing a song, the young man began to make a series of monotonous sounds from his mouth.

This sound is neither as melodious as the sound of the instrument in the old man's hands, nor as melodious as the chirping of a bird.

I only know now that it was reciting.But at that time, I knew nothing about writing. "

"After they had been busy like this for a while, they turned out the lights and went away. I suppose they must have gone to bed."

"I was lying on the haystack, but I couldn't fall asleep, and my mind kept thinking about what I saw during the day.

I was so impressed by their gentle, gentle demeanor that I wished to be part of their lives, but dared not.I still remember the vicious look of those villagers the night before yesterday.

I made up my mind that no matter how I try to get close to them in the future, at least for now I will stay in the shed with peace of mind, observe them, and try to figure out the ins and outs of their behavior. "

"The next day, before the sun rose, everyone in the house got up. The girl finished cleaning the house and made breakfast, and the young man left after finishing his breakfast."

"That day they were in exactly the same condition as the day before. The boy had been working outside, and the girl was in the house doing various chores. As for the old man, I soon found out that he was blind.

In his free time, he either played an instrument or was lost in thought.But these two young people have great respect and love for this kind old man, and they also take care of his daily life in every possible way, and the old man always returns their filial piety with a kind smile. "

"Actually, they're not very happy.

The two young men often hid aside and cried. I couldn't understand why they were in pain, but I was deeply touched by them.If lovely people like them have troubles, it is not so strange that a lonely ghost like me, who is ugly and ugly, is miserable.

But why do these gentle and kind people feel pain?
They had comfortable houses—at least it seemed to me—and they had fires to keep out the cold, food to feed them when they were hungry, and decent clothes.

More importantly, they get along harmoniously, talk and laugh happily, and communicate with each other with the most gentle and enthusiastic eyes every day.

So what are they weeping for?Are they really that painful?At first, I couldn't answer these questions.

But after a period of careful observation, those questions that puzzled me at first finally had answers. "

"It took me a long time to discover that one of the reasons why this harmonious family has always had a shadow is poverty, and it's very poor.

Their daily staple food is vegetables grown in their own garden, and there is also a cow to milk a little.

But in winter they don't give enough feed to the cows, so the cows produce very little milk.

I think they are often hungry, especially those two young men.

Several times I have seen them serve food to the elderly without having anything to eat themselves. "

“I was deeply touched by their filial piety.

I used to go to the hut at night to steal something to eat, but when I found that I was adding to their suffering, I couldn't bear it.

I then went out into the woods beside me to find some berries, nuts, and tubers to eat. "

"I also found another way to help them.

Because the lad spends a lot of time chopping wood every day, I often go out in the middle of the night with his tools - I quickly learned how to use them - and bring home enough firewood for a good day a few days. "

"I remember the morning after the first time I helped them chop wood, the girl opened the door and saw a huge pile of firewood by the door, and she was totally taken aback.

She couldn't help shouting loudly, and the young man who heard the sound was stunned when he saw it.

I'm glad the lad wasn't out in the woods that day, but was busy repairing the house, or plowing and fertilizing the vegetable garden. "

"Then, I made an even more important discovery.

I discovered that they had a way of communicating each other's experiences and emotions by making clear syllables.

I noticed that what they said could make the listener alternately happy and sad, and their facial expressions would change from time to time.

This skill is really amazing, and I am eager to learn this method.

But it was useless for me to rack my brains, they uttered words too fast, and there was no obvious connection between what they said and the specific objects in front of me, so I couldn't find any rules, so I didn't understand what they were talking about. "

"However, through my efforts, after passing through the waxing and waning of the moon several times, I finally understood the names of some of the things I was most familiar with. For example, I learned the names of 'fire', 'milk', 'bread' and ' firewood' and so on.

I also found out the names of the family. The young man and the young lady have several names for each, but the old man has only one, called 'Father'. They call the young lady 'Sister' or 'Agatha', and the young man Called 'Felix', 'brother' or 'son'.

When I figured out what the words meant and could say them myself, I couldn't be happier.

I can also identify other words such as 'good', 'dear', 'unhappy' etc., but I don't understand them yet and can't use them. "

"That's how I spent the winter.

I deeply love the elegant and dignified people in the house.

And when they are depressed, I feel depressed, and when they are happy, I also share their happiness.I haven't seen much of anyone else besides them.

Even if other people happened to come to their house, the rude speech and behavior of those people made my friends stand out from the crowd.I can see that the old man often cheers up his two sons and daughters.

Because, sometimes he would call them to him and try to persuade them.

He was so pleasant to talk with, it even made me feel good to see him.Agatha listened to him with respect, and now and then tears welled up in her eyes, but she always wiped them away quietly.

After listening to her father's enlightenment, Agatha's face and tone of voice usually become cheerful, but this is not the case for Felix.

He was the most melancholy of the three, and even my dull senses could perceive that he was more tormented than the other two.However, although his expression was sadder, his voice sounded more relaxed than his sister's, especially when he was talking to the old man. "

"There are so many examples that I can't list them all. Although they are all inconspicuous and trivial things, they show the kind and gentle temperament of this family.

For example, despite their poverty and poverty, Felix would happily pluck the first small white flower that bloomed from the snow-covered earth and give it to his sister.

In the early morning, when Agatha hadn't gotten up, he would first clear the snow off the path his sister had to go to milk, then fetch water from the well, and finally fetch firewood from the outhouse —but each time it surprised him, because the wood was piled higher each time by a hand he could not see.

I think that he may sometimes go to the neighboring farms to help in the daytime, because he often does not come home until dinner time, and he does not bring firewood back.

At other times, he works in the vegetable field.But now it was a very cold season, and there was not much work in the vegetable garden, so he would read to the old man and Agatha. "

"In the beginning, this reading really confused me. But slowly, I found that many of the syllables he made when he was reading were exactly the same as those when he was speaking.

So, I deduced, he must have been able to find intelligible pronunciation marks on the paper, and I wish I could figure out those marks myself.

But at that time, I didn't even know the meaning of the sound itself. How could I recognize the symbols used to represent the sound?

Still, I've made noticeable progress in this area, but not enough to understand any conversations between them.

Still I devoted all my energies to this, for I knew very well that, as much as I wanted to be acquainted with my neighbors, I could not be rash until I had mastered their language.

Only after I have mastered their knowledge, they may ignore my ugly appearance.The huge difference in appearance between me and them makes me have to think so. "

"I've always admired the perfect image of my neighbor's house - they are personable, elegant, beautiful and delicate. But when I see my reflection in the clear water of the pool, I am absolutely horrified!

At first, I was so scared that I took a few steps back. I couldn't believe that the reflection in the water was me.

But when I convinced myself that I was really an ugly monster, I was filled with the most painful depression and inferiority complex.

God!I did not fully understand at that time that my horrible appearance was really fatal to me. "

(End of this chapter)