Rubik's Cube Seven Days Dream

"It's not true, tell me it's not...it's not true..." Xu Minglang closed his eyes and frowned, patting his temples continuously.

"Brother! What's wrong with you?! Wake up!!"

Such a familiar voice.

He opened his eyes in pain, and saw Zhou Xuerong, naked to the waist, hugging himself anxiously. The room was blocked by curtains, and it was impossible to tell whether it was day or night. living room.

Is he back...?

Xu Minglang sat up, the bitterness caused by the headache still remained in his mouth, and his head was swollen and painful. He shook his head vigorously, but he didn't feel any discomfort.The side effects of the hangover disappeared with waking up from the dream.

"Did you have a nightmare?" Zhou Xuerong asked.

"Ah."

"What did you dream about?"

He lowered his head, and the real scenes were screened in front of his eyes. He wanted to say everything, but his mood was so bitter that he didn't even have the strength to speak, so he just remained silent, resting his head on his knees.

Zhou Xuerong didn't force him either, just sat quietly in front of him, lowering his eyes with his habitual indifference, after a few minutes, he slowly put his palm on the top of Xu Minglang's head, and patted it lightly.

"Do you believe in parallel time and space?" Xu Minglang's voice was muffled, probably because he was frozen and had a stuffy nose.

"Ah."

"You said, would there be such a time and space, we lived happily, we didn't receive invitations, we didn't lose our beloved people and things, everything was perfect."

"Life is never complete." Zhou Xuerong said with a wry smile.

"you're right."

This empty conversation finally ended when Zhou Xuerong stood up and said, "I'll boil some boiled noodles." He took home clothes from the hanger to put on, and handed another set to Xu Minglang. He was about to walk to the kitchen , was held by the ankle.

Xu Minglang looked up at him and asked suddenly.

"Have you ever been to Huashan?"

At the dining table, the two faced each other and ate braised beef noodles in a bowl, which contained ham sausage, eggs, and shredded cabbage.

Both of them were famished, and after cleaning up the whole bowl, Zhou Xuerong still wasn't full, so Zhou Xuerong ordered two more bags of seafood noodles, defrosted the prawns in the freezer and put them in.

With something in his stomach, he ate this second bowl of noodles more carefully. Instead of filling his stomach quickly, Xu Minglang began to focus on tasting the taste. The taste buds touched the smoothness of the soup, which reminded him of the bowl of fried shrimp with asparagus in his dream.

The sound of sucking noodles sounded, Zhou Xuerong suddenly raised his head, and asked about the topic just now.

"Brother asked me if I have been to Huashan, what do you mean?"

Xu Minglang shook his head: "It's nothing, since you said you haven't been there, it has nothing to do with you."

Zhou Xuerong's expression flickered, and he asked, "Is it related to the dream just now?"

Xu Minglang nodded.

Zhou Xuerong bit his lip, put the soup in front of his lips, and put it down again.

"Am I also in brother's dream?"

"Ah."

Zhou Xuerong stopped talking, said "I'm done eating", then picked up the bowl and walked to the sink, squeezed some dish soap on the sponge, and started to wash the dishes.

Xu Minglang looked at the back of him doing housework, and it overlapped with him in the dream, which gave him an urge to hug him.

He looked down at the residual soup in the bowl, and suddenly realized that the bowl was made of white porcelain.

It's just an ordinary white porcelain bowl, without any decorative patterns, it's as monotonous as the decoration style of this house. If people are taken out, the whole house will be a model house waiting to be rented out.

It is completely different from the well-furnished house in the dream.

"Finish? Brother, let's take a shower first, just put the bowl there."

Xu Minglang brought the bowls and chopsticks over, put them into the sink, saw that the dishes on the drying rack were all white porcelain tableware of the same style, and asked, "Do you like white?"

"No." Zhou Xuerong said while rubbing the bowl.

Xu Minglang pointed to the drying rack, and asked in a nasal voice.

"Ah, I usually live alone, so I don't pay too much attention to these things, so I can do whatever is convenient."

"Understood." Xu Minglang nodded, and took advantage of the situation to ask: "Listen to your accent, have you ever stayed in the south? Did you come to Binhai alone? Where are your parents?"

Zhou Xuerong wiped his hands with a dishcloth, and replied: "My hometown is in the south. My parents were not around when I was very young."

Xu Minglang made an apologetic gesture and pointed to Zhou Xuerong's nose: "Just curious, who are your parents..."

"Foreigners?"

He nodded.

"Genetically, my father is German-American."

Xu Minglang felt a "thump" in his heart.

Zhou Xuerong continued: "But I've never seen him before."

"why?"

"Because he's going to spend the rest of his life in a small room in California." Zhou Xuerong said this, as if he was talking about the weather today.Then he changed the subject, and without waiting for Xu Minglang to say anything, he said, "Brother, I'll drain the water for you, you wash first, and I'll wash after washing."

Xu Minglang stayed where he was, watching Zhou Xuerong's tall back disappearing around the corner, and didn't realize what Zhou Xuerong said just now until he heard the sound of water being released.

It turned out that Zhou Xuerong's biological father was really the devil who raped and killed the girl!

In other words, the Zhou Xuerong in the dream has the same identity as him in this world, the only difference is that in the real world, Grandpa Zhou passed away due to self-immolation, and Zhou Xuerong was not taken to Beijing, and they never met since childhood.

Because of this "cause" difference, their lives produced completely different "fruits".

In the dream world, Zhou Xuerong loves life, has been excellent in her studies since she was a child, and also studied sculpture art under the influence of her grandfather, and was admitted to a very good art academy.

His life will be wonderful, instead of living in a rental house close to the outskirts of the city and living a life without quality like he is now.

If Zhou Xuerong knew that he had a completely new life in another time and space, would he feel disappointed?

Zhou Xuerong's voice came from the bathroom.

"Brother, the water is ready, you can wash it. The white bottle is shower gel, don't take the red bottle of shampoo by mistake, there is only one bath towel at home, you just take it."

"What did you say, I came to your house to cause you trouble." Xu Minglang walked sideways to the bathroom.

After taking a shower, Xu Minglang felt a lot lighter in body and mind.Turning off the faucet, the bathroom was terribly cold, and he couldn't wait to sit in the bathtub. The comfort of being wrapped in hot water made him close his eyes, and his whole body was about to melt in the warmth, but he suddenly remembered that in his dream, he was leaning on the young man's back. The graceful touch brought by the smooth chest.

"Wow——" He straightened his back, sat up from the hot water, looked at his half-rigid lower body, sighed, and poured a handful of hot water on his face.

"I'll go..." Xu Minglang opened his eyes again, and there was some flocculent plaster floating on the water, which was undoubtedly the masterpiece of him who hadn't bathed for nearly a week. He shook his hand in disgust, and pulled out the plug , stepped out of the bathtub, rinsed his body with a small stream of water, and waited for the water to drain.

It's just that the water level dropped very slowly, maybe it was blocked, Xu Minglang couldn't wait, he put down the shower and got up to dig out the drain, just as he opened the drain cover, he saw it was full of hair.

It's hard to see that Zhou Xuerong's hair loss is so severe at such a young age.As he thought about it, he reached out to fish out the hair, put it on the edge of the bathtub, and wrapped it in a plastic bag when he went out to get a bath towel.

His fingertips were tangled in his hair, Xu Minglang picked up the shower head and took a closer look, the hair was short and hard, only the length of an index finger.

Zhou Xuerong's hair is much longer than this.

His first reaction was that the other party didn't know who to bring home to play "Bathroom PLAY", and he felt a little panicked.But he soon discovered that the root of the hair was black, and it was brown about one centimeter down.

With his fingertips, he pushed back the tangles of hair and saw that almost all of them were the same length, artificially dyed brown.

He himself had exactly that color of hair.

Xu Minglang pulled out a piece of his own hair for comparison, and found that both the length and the dyed parts were surprisingly similar.

But this is his first time visiting Zhou Xuerong's house.

This doesn't make sense at all!

His palpitations were severe, and he comforted himself that it was just a coincidence. He had survived so many life-and-death frontlines before, so why would he panic over such a trivial matter?

Xu Minglang smiled self-deprecatingly, then groped around the drain, trying to pick up the rest of the hair, but suddenly touched a hard object.

He lowered his head to look, and found a small metal product stuck in the leak. When he picked it up, he was trembling all over.

It turned out to be a rusty silver stud earring with a cross relief at the top, and he had the same one.