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Who knows where I can find a science fiction article "King Arthur's Pudding"?

Pudding has a smile on her face, which is elegant and charming, but lacks enthusiasm and human touch. Pudding nibbles at the pudding on the delicate plate on the table, torturing the nerves of people sweating in front of them.

"It's getting late." An hour later, the pudding put down the spoon. "If you don't agree, please go back." "No-"exclaimed the man, whose already bad face turned livid. "I, I agree!" Pudding is sweeter when you smile; "Well, let's sign a peace treaty."

After the guests left, it began to rain. Pudding picked up the tableware and papers on the table and stood at the window doing nothing. The sky is gray and the rain is transparent. Transparent? No, it's red. The diluted, bloody red wind blew down the floor-to-ceiling windows of pudding. Downstairs, the police car roared, pudding drew the curtain and picked up the phone receiver without screen: "I need someone to clean the window." The address is ... "The doorbell screeched and the pudding opened the screen window at the door." Don't break my doorbell. "Pudding said flatly. The visitor paused and immediately said in a very mechanical voice, "I am a reporter." Do you know about the murder upstairs? "I don't know. The pudding replied. " So ... "The voice outside is ringing again." I'm sorry, "said the pudding." I need a rest. "Then close the screen.

Another murder. Pudding smiles. Suicide, murder, lovelorn, unemployment, these are staged in this city every day, with an average of five cases in this building a year. The dead man's life hangs by a thread. Everything he did was to keep the police from losing their jobs and give people another topic. This is a gray world, where people linger, become dispensable beings and become God's dolls.

It's dawn, or it should be dawn according to time. Pudding likes real things, so it costs a lot of money to buy curtains of this kind of cloth instead of glass that reflects light at the press of a button. The pudding opened the black curtain, and it was sunny. It was a rare sunny day, which gave sunshine a space and let him occupy the house temporarily.

Pudding is very convenient to make. Pudding likes pudding and often sings nursery rhymes. I feel like eating myself. Pudding inserts exquisite spoons into various puddings and pierces the smooth and delicate surface of puddings. Without blood, the pudding won't hurt. Pudding is eaten one by one with a small spoon. The pudding slipped down my throat and felt soft and greasy. Pudding has a strange pleasure and feels like a god.

Pudding often thinks that maybe the dean likes this kind of western-style dim sum very much, which is why pudding has such a sweet name. But the pudding here is not sweet. Pudding has a sad smile on her face. It may be a little bitter. Thick red appeared in front of us. Pudding shook her head and dressed neatly. She walked down the twelfth floor and out of the building without driving. It's windy and cold outside, which doesn't match the weather at all. Pudding with a hat turned east and west into an alley on the edge of the city, a tea shop opened by a girl in China. Without a computer, there would be no express delivery. The young girl sat alone in the counter.

This is the internet age, and everyone is at home, prone on the computer. Pudding also has a computer, but the computer knowledge of pudding is limited to finding a few materials. Even Pudding's computer is not connected to the Internet. The computer that can't access the Internet is dead, and so is Pudding's computer.

"There you are." The girl smiled at the pudding. The pudding gave her a smiling face: "a tube of rosemary, a tube of mint, a tube of rose slices, that kind of oolong tea, that kind of black tea." After paying the money, the pudding was about to leave when the girl quietly stopped it. "I, I have something to ask you." The girl smiled at the pudding and waited for him to go on. "I want to borrow money from you and use this store as collateral." Pudding raised a sweet smile, but her eyes looked around keenly. "yes." Pudding said, "You will come to this place tomorrow with the contract of this store." Pudding tells a piece of paper on the counter.

Money is the most real thing in the world. Remit the pudding to the cleaning company because money can buy everything. For example, now, the window of pudding is clean and transparent.

The girl in the tea shop nervously grabbed the hem of her coat and looked around. Pudding sat opposite and looked at the peace treaty drafted by the girl with gherardini. After a while, Pudding first said, "You can borrow this money. But, miss, there is nothing in your contract that is beneficial to me. " "This ..." The girl frowned. "What terms do you want to add?" The girl asked. Pudding is cut with a spoon. Oolong tea pudding has just been made. "I am also from China." Pudding suddenly said in Chinese, the girl froze all over, and Pudding looked up and gave him a smile. "After we sign the contract, you come to me every month 12, talk to me in Chinese and cook Chinese food for me until you are able to pay back the money. If you make me a Tang robe yourself, I don't want interest. Not too much, right? " The girl smiled and nodded.

Pudding buried herself in the sofa last night and read a book all night. Real paper books are of good quality and feel good, which makes pudding feel a little headache. It's cloudy today. Cook a pot of rosemary in the pudding to cure a headache. The room smells of rosemary.

The author's favorite sentence is: "This world is not suitable for my dream." He tried his best to prove himself different. However, whose dream did the real world meet? People are always trying to live. Compared with the survivors, few people commit suicide. Are suicides warriors or cowards? Human beings, strong and weak, are all dolls of God.

A belladonna was planted in the pudding room, and the black and purple flowers had withered, and small black berries had grown on individual branches.

"Belladonna is poisonous." The pudding will talk to itself when watering belladonna.

"Belladonna is poisonous." This sentence was also said by a voice a long time ago. This is Pudding's sister, from the same mother's sister. It was my sister who left the institute with pudding. The college does not accept children without special abilities.

"King Arthur's Pudding" always smiles and orders puddings, sings the old European folk song "King Arthur's Pudding Song" and makes puddings for puddings. At that time, Pudding never felt like a god, because Pudding felt like a spoiled child.

Sister who always smiles, sister whose eyes are always so gentle. The pudding suddenly trembled all over, and a bone-chilling chill frightened him. So thick blood, so full of crimson, my sister touched the pudding's cheek with her blood-stained hand, adding a shocking and sad blush to the pudding's pale face.

"pudding, remember." Sister vomit blood, "to live, don't pay attention to anyone, people like us, if only moved the truth, how to bear the pain. King Arthur's pudding, remember. "

My sister's eyes were wide with tears, and she dared not go near them until she died.

Pudding doesn't know how the other party killed his sister. Pudding only knows that the person who killed her sister died miserably. First of all, she has all kinds of incurable diseases. Finally, she jumped from the 40th floor in the illusion of extreme fear. Pudding has seen his body, twisted and deformed. Pudding was in a surprisingly good mood that day, and sang children's songs all day: "A dead man, a worthless man, was too lazy to bury him in the grave, his head fell under the bed, and his limbs were scattered in the room ..."

The dried leaves of belladonna were removed from the pudding. Flowers bloom and fall, and even the brilliant starlight will disappear. The earth, the sun, the Milky Way and even the universe sometimes disappear. Compared with these, a person's life is a moment. Joy and sorrow, love and hate, laughter and tears, fighting and hurting will all die in the end. Death is mysterious because the living can't experience it.

"King Arthur who ruled this country, the great King Arthur, stole three bags of cereal to make pudding. The king wanted to make pudding for fun, put a lot of raisins, and then put two pieces of cream with thick thumbs in it. The king and queen ate pudding ... "The pudding sang a nursery rhyme taught by her sister, and the girl in the tea shop rang the doorbell. "I made you a Tang suit." The girl said in Chinese, "There are also bean cakes." "Great!" Pudding took it with a smile. "Your hands are so cold." The girl accidentally touched the hand of pudding. "It is said that cold hands can make people feel hot." The girl smiled. "You are a good man. Shall I make tea and rose slices? " The girl walked into the kitchen. "Are you? People with cold hands are hot? " Pudding stood in the living room and smiled sadly. "Because my heart is cold, my hands won't be hot any more!"

"Do you know anything about computers?" Pudding asked. "I understand." The girl's eyes lit up. "At school, I studied this major and was still in the top few." Pudding smiled and picked up the cup, and green buds rippled on the delicate white porcelain cup. "The tea shop was left by my grandfather." The girl said, "But it is too difficult to run a tea shop in this era." The girl sighed, "and I'm not the kind of lady who can sit at the counter and smile." I also want to eat delicious food and live in a comfortable big house. I am now working as a secretary in an enterprise, learning from other people's experience. "The girl smiled." I am planning my own computer company, and I am confident. "The girl smiled brightly, and the pudding listened to the girl quietly, with a smile on her mouth. This is that human beings desperately want to live their true selves in this world, but they don't know that God controls the thread in their hands, throwing their lovely dolls into the torrent one by one, letting them drift and lose themselves.

For two years, the girl's company has been on a small scale. Girls will also visit on days other than 12, but on 12 every month, girls will report on time, bring Chinese snacks, make Chinese food and pudding, and pudding will also make pudding for girls.

"Belladonna is a plant that can make people die after seeing ghosts and other hallucinations. Why do you like this poisonous plant? " The girl asked the pudding that was watering belladonna. "Why?" Pudding put down the kettle and looked out of the window. "I don't know." Pudding sighed, then turned to the girl with a smile and asked, "Would you like some pudding? I made egg milk. "

The girl looked at the back of the pudding in the kitchen. "For two years, I know nothing about you except your name." "yes." Pudding said, turning to give the girl a smiling face, and then turning around, "No one in this world can really understand a person." The girl bit her lower lip and plucked up her courage. "Where's your sister?" The girl asked. The pudding was obviously shaking all over. "She's dead." Pudding sounds like it comes from hell.

Pudding Take this pudding out of the kitchen. Pudding Bush has never smiled so brightly at a person, and his eyes have never looked at a person like this. "Have you investigated me?" Pudding asked. "yes." The girl is a little upset. "What did you find?" "I only know that you were built by a research institute that studies human superpowers, but you have no special abilities and were taken away by another person who has no special abilities." "That's right." Pudding smiled. "You are a computer genius. I thought my sister had destroyed all the information. "

"I didn't expect to hurt you." The girl said, "Besides your relatives, you are the only one who is kind to me." I want to know you, so I won't pay you back if I have money. I hope to see you every month. ""yes. "The pudding regained its faint smile." It's already dark. Go home, I won't send it. ""So ... "The girl asked anxiously." It will be 12 in two days. Can I still come? " "Of course." Pudding giggled.

Two days later, the girl went to the pudding house early. He wants to tell Pudding that he has deleted all the information about Pudding from the computer.

The pudding family hung an iron lock for the first time in two years. The girl stood at the door, and the building manager came over and handed the girl a key and a real handwritten letter. "The gentleman who lived here left two days ago. He asked me to give these to an oriental lady. She came from 12."

When the girl opened the door, nothing had changed in the room, and the mixed smell of pudding and tea was still in the air, except the pot of belladonna and the pudding that watered belladonna.

..... I should have thought of the reason why your company is developing very well, but you don't pay me back. My sister and I lived here for two years, and my sister died for nine years. I've been here for a long time, but I'm attached to this house where I lived for 1 1 years, and to you with dark hair and bright eyes like me ... I really don't have super powers, but I have what human beings want most. I don't know if you have noticed, but the institute has been closed for 30 years. 14 years ago, my sister took me away, when I was 12 years old. Yes, as you can imagine, my sister and I won't get old. I don't know why or what my sister said. It seems that our base pairs do not follow the principle of complementary pairing. It's ridiculous that I was made like a doll and abandoned like a doll, isn't it? You said you were not fit to be a lady sitting at the counter, but you sat in the tea, which was not abrupt at all. Your future is in your own hands. Don't lose yourself because of others. Attach the contract for the house and tea shop.

Thank you for the warmth you have brought me these two years.

PS. 1, the house and everything in it are for you. I eat belladonna because I killed people with it.

PS.2, as long as God controls my thread and as long as King Arthur is making pudding, I will come back.

pudding

"I will come back." The girl whispered, "Yes, maybe ten years, maybe fifty years, maybe longer ... You will always come back, because you are God's doll, King Arthur's pudding."