Rubik's Cube Seven Days Dream

For dinner, I ate quick-frozen dumplings and glutinous rice balls.

The dumplings are a brand that Xu Minglang has never seen before. The skin is thick and sticky, the fillings are loose, and the seasoning is full of flavor. However, the soup base made by Zhou Xuerong is very good. It only uses simple salt, soy sauce and chicken essence paste, and it is hot soup , this dumpling is not so difficult to swallow.

The two elders both had big appetites, and a bag of dumplings was only half full, so they opened another bag of dumplings and ate them.

Without internet and TV signals, Xu Minglang felt that he had returned to the Neolithic Age, and he could even split his fingernails for half a day.

He glanced at his watch and it was only seven o'clock. He slept too much during the day, and now he couldn't sleep anymore, and he was in a panic.

"Is there anything interesting in your house? Except the fitness equipment." Xu Minglang lay on the mattress in large characters and muttered.

"Hmm—" Zhou Xuerong thought for a while, got up and took out something from the cabinet, Xu Minglang thought it was a poker card, his eyes lit up, but Zhou Xuerong left the living room.The sound of turning the handle, and the creaking sound of aging wooden door hinges sounded.

Xu Minglang listened to all kinds of subtle sounds, waited, and then watched a pair of upside-down long legs appear in his eyes.

He turned around and saw Zhou Xuerong entering the room with a guitar in his hand.

"I'll go! Why don't you take out this kind of treasure sooner!" Xu Minglang sat up and took the piano.It was Martin's xylophone, with light yellow maple back and sides, and the workmanship was not bad, at least twenty thousand.

He strummed the strings, his tone was strong, and he was a good piano.

"You can play the piano? When did you buy it?"

Zhou Xuerong shook his head: "I bought it in memory of a friend."

"Oh, my friend." He dragged the word "oh" into twists and turns.Any fool should know that Zhou Xuerong's so-called scumbag ex hurt him deeply, but he still couldn't let it go, even his ex-boyfriend could play the guitar.

Xu Minglang thought, if it was Zhou Xuerong who grew up with him in his dream, he would definitely prevent the other party from having any contact with that scum, and kill this sadomasochism in its cradle.

Xu Minglang didn't know why he was upset, and the way he plucked the strings became more violent.

"Let me listen to the song written by brother?"

Xu Minglang scratched his head: "A song I wrote? That's pretty annoying."

"Is there something lyrical?"

"Yes, but they are all songs written for others."

"I see." Zhou Xuerong looked into his eyes and smiled softly, "Have you ever written a song for someone you like?"

He froze for a moment, and after thinking about it, he really didn't.

Creation is a very emotional thing, and it is easy to be called by emotions, which stimulates the desire to create. When he was adolescence, most of his writings were war and peace, freedom and ideals, but he never thought of describing love with melody.

But in the dream he wrote a song.

Xu Minglang tentatively asked, "Your ex also played the guitar?"

Zhou Xuerong's eyes were wide open, and he said "Mmm".

"Has he ever written a song for you?"

Zhou Xuerong looked at him with the same eyes as usual, but he always felt that the other party was looking at him.

So he strummed the strings and played and sang from memory: "I was stripped from the shadow, exiled behind you, roaming together in the summer night, counting the fireflies in the wheat field, thinking that everything has no end."

The memory stopped abruptly here, Xu Minglang raised his head and asked, "What do you think of this song?"

Zhou Xuerong raised the corners of her lips: "Very good."

"What's the best way?"

Zhou Xuerong let out a helpless laugh, but did not evade the question. After thinking for a while, he said: "Full of emotion, and very ear-catching."

"Don't you think it sounds familiar?" He stared at Zhou Xuerong closely.

Zhou Xuerong didn't dodge either, and let him scrutinize, but in Xu Minglang's view, being too frank was abnormal.

"I don't think so." Zhou Xuerong replied.

Xu Minglang retracted his body, and suddenly felt that the guitar was no longer alluring, it might as well be lying down.This kind of hysterical willfulness was something he hadn't experienced since he bid farewell to adolescence, a childlike temper.

He put his hand into his pocket, held the earring tightly, and felt the tingling pain of the earring embedded in the flesh again.

Just a little bit, just a little bit, he was about to spread his palms in front of Zhou Xuerong and ask him, "Why do you have my earrings in your bathtub".

Zhou Xuerong aimed at Xu Minglang's trouser pocket, his eyes moved secretly.

Xu Minglang still loosened his fist after all, he had a premonition that if he really asked, he would get an answer he didn't want.

The delicate stalemate lasted for a few seconds. Xu Minglang took his hands out of his pockets and put them under his buttocks to warm them up. Then he remembered the dream he had when he passed out the day before yesterday. In the dream, he and Zhou Xuerong's youth were intertwined, strange and familiar .

But he managed to pluck up the courage, and when he confirmed with the other party whether he had known him a long time ago, the answer he got was no.

At that moment, he was a little lost, but also kind of faintly grateful.

If Zhou Xuerong's answer is yes, how should he deal with himself?How do I accept that my life is a phantom that can be broken with a single poke?

Even he himself didn't know what he was thinking, what kind of answer did he want from Zhou Xuerong?

When he came back to his senses, Zhou Xuerong put a stack of books in front of his eyes, and said to him: "There is really nothing interesting at home, just some old books, read?"

"Old books?" Xu Minglang poked around, and found that these books were all psychology or essay collections, not even novels with plots, so he shook his head, "I'm an ordinary person, I can't read these, are there suspense novels?"

Zhou Xuerong shook his head apologetically.

Xu Minglang paralyzed himself on the mattress, muttering "boring, boring."

Zhou Xuerong fiddled with her fingers: "I'm sorry, bro, am I boring?

"Hey, that's not what I meant." He sat up, Zhou Xuerong's self-pitying expression made him remind himself that Zhou Xuerong is very sensitive, don't say such things again.He looked around and said, "That's right... I'm really curious about how you live in normal times. You're a good young man. You have to look good when you stay at home. You don't have a computer or an IPAD here. Isn't it boring? ?”

"No." Zhou Xuerong's expression was sincere, which actually aroused his desire to tease.

Xu Minglang stroked his chin and asked, "Have you been to a nightclub?"

"No."

"Have you done any health care?"

"What is 'big health care'?"

Xu Minglang laughed out loud, the laughter was so loud, if there was someone downstairs now, they would have poked the ceiling with a broomstick by now.

He rolled all over the bed, kicking randomly and hitting Zhou Xuerong's calf.Why did he forget, isn't the most interesting person in this room the person in front of him?

Xu Minglang laughed so much that even he himself felt a little lost, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and when he tried to get up, Zhou Xuerong leaned forward, and his broad shoulders suddenly covered the light.

Xu Minglang shrank back, his ankles were held by Zhou Xuerong, and he heard him say, "Brother, have you been there?"

"You don't even have a big health care..."

"Do you mean having sex with a woman?"

Xu Minglang was stunned for a moment, a little embarrassed: "Why did you suddenly become enlightened?"

Zhou Xuerong snorted softly: "I'm laughing like that, if I don't know, I'm a fool."

Xu Minglang grinned and wanted to laugh again, his ankles were tightened suddenly, Zhou Xuerong squinted his eyes and approached him: "Have you done any medical care?"

He heard a hint of coldness in that tone, and replied a little bit angrily: "Of course not!"

The pressure on the ankle suddenly disappeared, Zhou Xuerong raised his body, and restored his monotonous face, making Xu Minglang suspect that it was just his own illusion.

"By the way, I agreed to show you my work, do you want to see it?" Zhou Xuerong said.

"Okay." He was about to stand up, but Zhou Xuerong said "wait for me a moment", turned and walked out of the living room, and then the door opened again, and the sound of heavy objects bumping could be heard in the distance.

He guessed that the sculpture should be placed in that locked room, including the hair dryer just now.

What was in that room?Why didn't Zhou Xuerong let him go in and take a look?

He persuaded himself that people have their own tempers, not to mention that he is also an art creator himself, and he understands that the space of creation is very private, and it is normal not to want to show it to outsiders.

outsider......

He grinded these two words with his lips and teeth, thinking about what Zhou Xuerong meant to him. Although they had experienced life and death together, they had only known each other for less than a week and had no relatives. Isn't this an outsider?

Xu Minglang suddenly slapped himself, telling himself to be more sober and not to confuse dreams with reality.No matter how close they are in the dream, it is not them in this world.

Just at the stall where Xu Minglang was still wandering, Zhou Xuerong walked in with a half-person-high stone sculpture in his arms, put it on the ground and said, "This one is relatively complete, the rest are clay drafts and plaster casts, bro, show me?"

"Don't make fun of me, I don't understand this." Xu Minglang said, but still looked carefully.

It was a bust sculpture, a man nodded slightly, only above the chest, his head covered with a tulle, his face was blurred, but the long, narrow and sharp chin could still be seen.

Xu Minglang stroked his chin and asked, "Master, explain it to me."

Zhou Xuerong smiled shyly: "Brother, don't tease me, this is just for practice, I imitated the sculpture of 'Virgin of West'."

"Virgin of West?" He reached out to touch the sculpture's face, feeling cold and smooth, "What is that?"

"It's a sculpture by Rafaelo Mondi. The Virgin of West was a priestess in ancient Rome, and the only priestess in the entire Roman religion, enjoying a high honor." Zhou Xuerong rolled his ears, "But Becoming a priestess also means that she must remain chaste for life, and if she has a relationship with anyone, it will be considered treason."

Xu Minglang made a "wow" mouth shape and asked: "Then what criminal law will she face? Shouldn't it be the death penalty?"

Zhou Xuerong nodded: "She was only allowed to bring a little food and water into the underground palace, and then slowly died of hunger and despair."

His tone was slow and low, as if he was singing an ancient forbidden curse, and he seemed to be telling his own story.Xu Minglang panicked at Zhou Xuerong's tone, coughed twice, and interrupted: "Then how did you carve a man?"

Zhou Xuerong's eyes gradually regained clarity, and he said with a smile, "I've said it's just practice. Of course, I can carve whoever I like?"

Xu Minglang suddenly realized: "Is this your ex?"

"It's not a figurative person."

"I don't quite understand what you mean..."

"This is more like an image I imagined. He can be the embodiment of perfection, or the person you think about day and night."

Xu Minglang couldn't help nodding, expressing that he understood: "Similar to the object of spiritual sustenance?"

"you can say it this way."

"Oh, isn't that right?" Xu Minglang stretched out his hand to caress the sculpture's tough collarbone and angular shoulders, "According to you, this sculpture is more like a spiritual sustenance if it doesn't distinguish between genders."

Zhou Xuerong couldn't help laughing: "Who said this is the spiritual sustenance of everyone? This can only be mine."