There is a person living in Fu Yuzhou's mobile phone.
Her name is Lin Xi, and she is his ex-girlfriend who died six years ago.
He used all the voice, video, and call records she left to train an artificial intelligence. She would say good morning to him in Lin Xi's tone, remind him to eat when he worked overtime, and chat with him on nights when he had insomnia. Everyone thought he was crazy. Only he knew that he just couldn't bear it.
Until Wen Xuran crashed into his world.
This woman appeared in his acoustics laboratory without warning, wearing a wet suit and an old tape recorder. Her eyes are crooked when she smiles, and she will be as happy as a child when she records a good sound. Her ears can hear the shape of the wind and the emotions hidden in the vibration of the strings.
She didn't know his secret, she just felt that this man was too cold and too quiet, like an iceberg without temperature. But she happened to hear it, and heard the deep-seated loneliness in his voice when he talked to his mobile phone late at night.
"Fu Yuzhou, who are you talking to?"
When the truth was revealed, and when virtual echoes and real heartbeats collided in the same room, he finally understood: Artificial intelligence can reproduce a person's voice, but it cannot reproduce the wind when she turns around, the temperature in the air when she smiles, or the impulse of a living person standing in front of you that makes you want to live again.
This is a story about farewell. Say goodbye to the people who have passed away, say goodbye to the past that trapped you, then turn around and embrace the person who is willing to press the record button for you.
Intention: Let go of the past and embrace new life