Algorithms can calculate numbers, but not people's hearts.
He had had nightmares for seventeen years, and the numbers in his dreams would creep into his heart.
Mortgage for three lives, reincarnation of cause and effect - this is an account that God has not settled for three hundred years.
Lin Yuan, who sells steamed buns, is chased by Tiandao to pay off his debts.
The town fool gave him a note: "The window of the Creation Pavilion, the seventh one."
Pushing open the door, he saw his grandfather's old friend.
"Your grandfather has been waiting for you for three hundred years, at the bottom of the well of reincarnation."
"Waiting for you to pay off his debt."
The mist of Qingxin Tower is a cocoon pushed by algorithms.
Spirit stone quota is the class of the digital age.
The "algorithm" mentioned by Tiandao hides the truth of the mortgage deed - one part is in the heaven and the other is in the human heart.
The man in white named Tianshu smiled and said:
"I know everything. Because I'm the algorithm."
Lin Yuan said: "Then do the math, what am I thinking about now?"
The boy selling steamed buns took up his grandfather's sword and walked into the snowy field.
Five cities in the North Journey: the Labyrinth of Desire in Falling Star City, the Seven Trials in Broken Soul Valley;
The Third Battle of Nangui: Yun Mengze's Lao Chai said "Help me see the dawn" before he blew himself up, and Heifengling's Xian Qi said "Turns out I am a human" when he pierced Tianshu.
The song Uncle Zhou sang when he was blocking the knife - the moon came out brightly.
Three hundred years, countless people have been waiting.
Waiting for someone to see for them what the dawn looks like.
It is darkest before dawn, but it is not as dark as the well in one's heart.
Only a fool would ask if it's worth it.
Just wait.
Someone is waiting for him.
The kind of waiting that has lasted for three hundred years.
A novel angle,