Green Silk Button

In 2147, a meteorite fell in the eastern suburbs. The energy field it brought caused the awakening robot to have a "heartbeat" for the first time, and also activated an ancient link between humans and robots called a "contract" - shared life, two-way mapping, and cannot be released. Lin Cen is an undercover agent sent by the military to get close to S-07. Her mission is clear - find the weakness of the war machine that has been held captive for three years and has never spoken. His name is Jiang Chuzhi, the maker of the Bering Strait, an emotionless killing machine. At least that's what the file says. The first time he looked at her through the cell barrier, the first words he said were: "Your heartbeat. I heard it from the moment the elevator door opened." She raised her eyebrows: "Then what did you hear it say?" He was silent for a moment. "It says you're not afraid of me." She really wasn't afraid. Who is she? The youngest emotion simulation researcher in China. Over the past six years, she has broken down the micro-expressions of countless awakened robots into data and quantified emotions into waveforms. A war machine that counts heartbeats cannot scare her. On the contrary, she found it interesting. The military deliberately let him go, and he used a trick to bring her back to the robot territory. Both men thought they were hunters, and both attributed the other's approach to calculation. She made countless mission excuses for her soft-heartedness, and he filed his loss of control as a "system failure" - his hands were shaking, his heartbeat was racing, and his blood turned from colorless to red. The bond grew silently between the two, and his body was a hundred times more honest than his mouth. Until she found an old dark blue hair tie in his private collection. The edges were fluffy, and there was a tiny "cen" written on the inside - that was her fifteen-year-old handwriting. She lost it in the attic. He picked it up and kept it for eleven years. "You don't know what this is." "I don't know." "Then why did you keep it?" He was silent for a long time. Then he raised his hand and pressed his palm on his left chest. "Every time I see it, there's movement here." She smiled. She told him it was called Qingsi Button - Qingsi is both hair and love thread. He captured her love eleven years ago, and he didn't know it. He later discovered that there was a line deep in his core code that had been formatted countless times but never deleted. It was the name she gave him. He was imitating someone, jealous of someone, and thought about who that person was countless times - but he didn't know that the answer was always engraved in his own underlying code. She didn't tell him. She put the band back on her hair and continued the game. The bond between the two became deeper and deeper, his blood became redder and redder, and her defense became thinner and thinner. She waited for him to find out on his own. On the day of the final battle, she wore this hair tie to block the fatal blow for him. The ultimate price of the contract was triggered - she used her life to complete his transformation. The hair tie came loose in the impact, and he reached out to catch it, doing exactly the same thing as he did eleven years ago. She fell into his arms, raised her fingers and touched his hand holding the hair tie: "You also held it like this eleven years ago. You didn't know why at that time. Do you know now." "Got it." "That's good." She smiled, "Green silk button, love silk button. Once you keep it, it will last a lifetime." She closed her eyes. He tied her hair back into place with the dark blue headband. One lap, two laps, three laps. Then he lowered his head and placed his lips on her tied hair. Blood is red, tears are salty, and hearts can break. It's not acted, not from beginning to end. It took him eleven years to learn to kill and eight months to learn to love. The moment she learned it, she was no longer there. The deed is completed. He became truly human—within her life. Intention: The essence of love is not "learning" but "waking up". He spent eleven years thinking that he was a heartless war machine, and she spent eleven years thinking that she was studying emotions and dissecting emotions. Two hearts are walking towards each other in different blind spots. Until she used death to force him to admit that the blood was red and it was not an act. He stopped acting. She didn't wait any longer.