Rabbit's Murder Memories

Since that night, Wanwan has disappeared.

There is no phone call or WeChat between me and her. She chose to withdraw actively, and I chose to adapt actively.

I don't have to stay up until midnight to wait for her call, and I don't have to worry about not being able to find her, and my work and rest gradually become regular.

When she disappeared, Miyuki seemed to disappear too. It rained for two consecutive weeks from the end of June to the beginning of July, but she never came.

In fact, I should have been lucky, but I felt like a piece of cake, someone suddenly cut away a part.

In addition, my addiction to cigarettes has also increased. The original one pack of Xiaosu cigarettes a day has suddenly become two packs a day, and occasionally I feel that it is not enough.I shut myself in the studio every day, forcing myself to face the computer for more than twelve hours a day, just to divert all my energy to creation.

Just when I had just adjusted myself and was about to enter the state, on a rainy night in mid-July, a phone call suddenly broke the long-lasting silence.

I was fast asleep when she called, so I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing like a pulsating fire.

When I picked up the phone, I heard her shout: "Grandpa..."

I didn't answer, not because I was angry, but because I suddenly felt that her "Master" sounded very friendly, without any sense of class when I first heard it.

"Master, I was wrong..." she repeated with tears, "don't hang up on me."

"Where are you?" I asked lightly.

"Where is this, I don't know."

"Send me the location."

A few minutes later, my WeChat rang, I opened it, and she sent another selfie.

In the selfie, she is smiling sweetly at the camera and posing with scissors, feeling like a little girl who has succeeded in tricks.

Just when I was about to call you, she suddenly sent me her location, which overlapped with mine.

I smiled lightly at the phone screen, went downstairs and opened the door.

She was standing outside the door, wearing the blue-and-white school uniform when we first met, with double ponytails, and carrying an acoustic guitar.

"Didn't you delete my number?" I teased her deliberately.

"Are you stupid for writing scripts?" She pouted and choked back, "Don't you know there is a function called 'cloud backup'?"

I raised my eyebrows, and finally smiled helplessly.

·

After she went upstairs, I motioned her to sit on the sofa and poured her a cup of hot water.

"What do you want me to do at this late hour?"

"I just finished a performance at the bar, and I happened to be passing by, so I wanted to come up and have a look."

"Look? Just look?" I looked at her with mocking eyes.

Her face flushed slightly, and she looked extremely moving under the warm white light.

"I've already told people in the circle that I don't want to do that kind of work anymore, and don't look for me again." She twisted her fingers, and finally replied coyly.

I was taken aback and didn't speak for a long time.

In my opinion, this was not an easy decision.Because it represented an official break with a part of her past, and she could only imagine how difficult it would be to get a new life.

"Are you going back to your hometown?" I suddenly remembered what she said before.

She shook her head, "I want to continue to be a singer, and there is already a company willing to release an album for me."

"Congratulations." I said with a smile, "Is it because of this that you don't want to do it?"

She shook her head again, "Master, you also know that now is no longer the era when you can support yourself with just one album, not to mention that I signed a contract with a little-known small company. The reason why I don't want to do it is because A few days ago, I picked up a client who, like you, is an artist.

He asked me: Do you know what is the sexiest part of a woman's body?

I replied: Is it the chest?

He shook his head.

Those are legs, big long legs?

He was still shaking his head.

Is that ass?

He continued shaking his head.

I was a little angry and didn't want to guess anymore. I was about to get dressed and go home to sleep when he suddenly hugged me and told me the answer. Guess what he said? "

I thought for a while and said "I don't know."

"He said: In fact, the sexiest part of a woman's body is the brain."

I suddenly laughed, and cursed contemptuously: "Pseudo-literature."

"So, I asked him: Sir, did you have mind sex with anyone? Did you finally orgasm?"

I couldn't help laughing out loud, "What did he say in the end?"

"I don't know." Wanwan shook her head, "I went out before he could answer. In fact, it wasn't his words that annoyed me the most, but his thoughts. Because after he finished with me, The person who just discussed this issue with me said that the sexiest part of a woman is the brain. What does that mean? Doesn’t it mean that—because you are a woman without a brain, I am too lazy to have sex with your mind? Hand in, so I can only use your body reluctantly in the end. Do you mean mean?"

"Vile," I said, "very vile, downright vile!"

"I think so too." Wanwan blushed with a small face and an angry expression.

I pinched her face, "Then why did you just walk out of the shadow of a literary and art worker and run to another literary and art worker?"

"Master, I think you are different from him, you are more real than him."

"The word 'true' cannot be used indiscriminately! You still don't understand the weight of this word." I continued to pinch her face and said.

"But I just want to use it on you." She pouted unconvinced, "It turns out that I do that kind of work just to make money, to accumulate contacts, thinking that one day I will meet a noble person, and I will be able to reach the sky in one step , It's just that the nobleman never came, but I waited for one devil after another.

It doesn't matter if they beat me, torture me, no matter how they torture me, I always believe that no matter how dirty I am, there will always be a clean place, but now someone actually wants to take that last place away. "

"Wan Wan, they are not worthy." I held her hand and said, "They are not worthy to take away your dreams, you have to always believe in one thing, beasts... are always hidden in the highest places."

She leaned over suddenly and lay in my arms, without making a sound for a long time, as quiet as a small animal that had been wounded for a long time.

After I let go of her, I found that her face was already covered with tears, and the tears fell silently, swaying like raindrops in front of the eaves.

She sat in the dim light and looked at me. After choking up a bit, she suddenly asked, "Master, do you want to listen to a song?"

I glanced at the clock on the wall and shook my head, "It's too late."

She nodded, swallowing her tears desperately, "Well, I see, Lord, then I'll go first."

I gritted my teeth, "I'll take you back."

She said, "No, you can still get a taxi at this point."

Downstairs, seeing that the car she called Didi was about to arrive, I suddenly grabbed her hand, "Wanwan, in the future...if you have any troubles, or encounter any difficulties, just come to me. "

"Master, I know." She turned around and straightened my collar with her hands.

"No more drinking in the future! If you really want to drink, I can accompany you, although I don't drink much..."

"Then I'm drunk in the future, will you still come to pick me up?"

"of course."

She burst into tears again, as if her eyes were filled with tears that would never end.

"Then... will you take me home?"

"Of course." I wiped her tears with my hand.

"Then I won't drink. I'll listen to you, sir, I'll listen to you..."

·

One day at the end of July, Xiaoyu, I was sitting in the shop drinking coffee, Michelle suddenly opened the door and came in.

She dyed her curly hair sexy, painted red lips that matched her skin tone, and wore a cheongsam with a blue and white porcelain pattern, with the slits reaching her thighs, and she was holding a white oiled paper umbrella in her hand. Cool raindrops are hanging on the head.

I waved to her, she smiled, put a plastic bag on the umbrella, and walked towards me.

I asked, "Why are you free today?"

She asked the store manager for a cup of coffee, lowered her eyes, said nothing, with a preoccupied expression.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Even if something happened, do you care?" She stared at me suddenly and asked, her eyes were frivolous and sour, like a head that had been kicked into a trap and had given up struggling prey.

I didn't answer, just lowered my head and drank my coffee.

After about ten minutes, she suddenly asked, "Can you go out for a walk with me?"

I glanced at the misty rain outside the window and nodded.

Outside the store, she opened the white oil-paper umbrella and put it on top of my head.

I pushed her hand and said, "No."

She was no longer polite, and walked into the rain alone with an umbrella. I was wearing only a short-sleeved POLO shirt and followed closely behind her.

Miyuki's figure is already tall, her cheongsam is slit high, her long legs are constantly exposed on the long street in July with the twisting of her waist and limbs, and the delicate white oiled paper umbrella in her hand makes me feel beautiful. Can't help but think of Dai Wangshu's "Rain Lane".However, she is an enhanced version of "Rain Lane" that can make people restless and itch.

In order to prevent my soul from being completely taken away by her, I hurried up two steps, parallel to her.

I asked: "Miyuki, how many umbrellas do you have at home? Why do you bring different umbrellas every time?"

She tilted her head and looked at me with some surprise, "I haven't counted them, there are always a thousand."

"One thousand?" I was taken aback, and couldn't help sighing in my heart: "It's not so wasteful to have money!"

She added: "I have a hobby of collecting umbrellas."

"Collection? Like someone collects stamps?"

She nodded, "People like me are relatively rare, right?"

"Well. At least I haven't seen it before I met you."

"Hey, Pei Ye, do you think... the two of us met by fate?"

I lowered my head and resisted her question a little. Seeing her slender white thighs looming, and even a small part of the shadow of her buttocks, I suddenly felt that there was something wrong with her today compared to usual. But what was wrong specifically, I couldn't think of it for a while, and finally I could only perfunctory:

"I don't know if it's a good relationship, but it's definitely not a bad relationship."

Miyuki suddenly laughed, loudly, as if hearing Trump's election of Hillary.

After laughing hard for a long time, she suddenly asked: "Do you know why I took off that day?"

I felt my heart stop, I didn't expect her to ask so directly.

I shook my head, "Why?"

"Because I want to give you the first time." She stopped in a narrow alley and looked at me intently.

"The first time..." I stood in the rain and repeated as if I was dreaming.

The drizzle like silk gradually wetted the long hair on my forehead, and through the rain curtain, I suddenly felt the sadness on her body that had nowhere to rest.

"Sorry..." I said.

"It's okay." She replied frankly.

"Now... is it still too late?"

As soon as I spoke, I looked at her revealing bluish-white cheongsam, and suddenly felt that my question was funny.

"It's too late, isn't it?"

She stood in the rain and looked at me for a long time, her eyes suddenly became as wet as an umbrella.

"Yeah." She nodded, "I've given 'it' to someone else."

·

Back at the bookstore, we hugged each other, and we did it.

Once, twice, three times, four times...

She completely liberated herself that night, like a beast that has been hungry for tens of thousands of years, I felt that I was taken away by her overnight.

I stroked her sweaty back with my hand and asked a question that all men like to ask:

"how do you feel?"

Miyuki smiled weakly, then put her hand on my most sensitive place, and asked, "Are you free tomorrow?"

I rubbed her jade-white body, thought for a while, and joked: "Tomorrow the two countries will fight, and there will be millions of casualties. Do you think there is anything bigger than this?"

She hit me, "Will you accompany me to see Lou Yuqing tomorrow?"

"What happened to Lou?" I asked strangely.

"Tongue cancer, advanced stage." She stuck out her tongue and explained.

I just discovered that her tongue is very special, thin and long, even the touch when wrapping my lower body just now is different from hers.

"Impossible?" I swallowed my throat and asked intently.

"I'm going to have an operation the day after tomorrow. I heard from Chen Jia that she's going to cut off her tongue. She won't be able to speak anymore, so I want to see him tomorrow."

"Where's Ji Ran?" I asked strangely, "He won't accompany you?"

"Him?" Miyuki grinned, "I've been running to Beijing every day recently, saying that I'm attending some business event, but in fact it's just to pick up a popular little fresh meat."

"You know that too?"

"Just because we haven't slept, doesn't mean we haven't gotten to know each other." She straightened the pillow and lay down directly, as if she didn't intend to leave.

"So, are you going tomorrow, or not?"

"Go." I said, "I haven't seen Lao Lou for a long time."

·

Early the next morning, after breakfast, I drove to Lao Lou's house with Michelle.

His home is in the best villa area near the city center, and it takes only ten minutes to get there. When he entered the door, he was having breakfast with Chen Jia. The sandalwood dining table was large and simple, and there was a bunch of white lily of the valley in the middle, with an elegant fragrance. The flowers are in full bloom.

But the paradox is that the sick one looks normal, talking about the soundtrack of the film; the healthy one has swollen eyes, wants to laugh a few times, but finally looks sad.

After they finished eating, Chen Jia went to the kitchen to clean up, and Miyuki also went to help. Lao Lou and I walked to the balcony. After he asked me to sit down, he turned on the electric ceramic stove and cooked it with a Japanese iron pot. Wuyi rock tea.

While drinking tea, he picked up the shower beside him and watered a red sandalwood plant on the balcony.

He watered the water with extra care, like a father caring for a newborn baby.While drinking tea, I looked at him puzzled, and the longer the time, the more puzzled I became.

"Old Lou, this tree is dead!" I couldn't help reminding him.

"I know." He continued to water the bare black branches without looking back, "This tree died two years ago, and even the leaves have fallen."

"Then what's the use of watering it?" I asked strangely, "Do you still think that it will come back to life someday?"

He shook his head, "Other plants may be possible, but the red sandalwood is dead if it dies, and it is impossible to come back to life when all the leaves are gone."

"Then why are you still watering it?"

"Pei Ye, do you know what is the most evil thing about people?" He turned his head and asked seriously.

The faint morning light reflected on one side of his face, shaping the lines of his face into a deep and firm face. I lowered my head and thought about it seriously, but in the end I still felt that this question was too big and too deep for me to answer.

"What do you think?" I asked.

"The most evil thing about people is that they pursue meaning in everything they do."

After finishing speaking, he stopped talking, turned around and grabbed the shower, and continued to water the small-leaf red sandalwood plant that had been dead for two years.

·

Time passed quickly, July and August passed by in a blink of an eye, and by September, the writing of the script had basically come to an end, and my time became more abundant.During this period, Wanwan came here several times, each time with a guitar on my back, I listened to her sing, listened to her talk, occasionally held her in my arms, and had sex with her.

Compared with Wanwan, Michelle is simply crazy!

As long as Ji Ran is on a business trip, she will definitely come, on the bed, on the floor, on the sofa, on the coffee table, in every corner of this studio, she tried it with me.She showed a characteristic that was completely different from the original elegance and shyness. She kept teasing me, touching me, and she did everything she could. There was a feeling that she took the previous shortcomings as debts and must make up for them.

Once she even offered to call Wan Wan over and the three of them would do it together. I was a little angry and refused her righteously, feeling that she completely regarded Wan Wan as a plaything.

She was quite disdainful of my behavior, "You are the only one who treats a bus as a treasure."

When I heard the word "bus", I became even angrier. I was about to drag her up and reason with her, when Wanwan suddenly called.

I swiped the phone, and her tired and calm voice came quickly from there.

"Grandpa, where are you?"

"I'm in the studio, how about you?"

"I just came out of the recording studio..."

"Did you finish recording the new song?" I asked a little excitedly.

"No, it won't be recorded."

"Why? I finally had a chance to debut."

She was silent for a while, "Master, I'm pregnant."

I froze, feeling my thoughts suddenly go blank.

At this moment, Miyuki suddenly sat up, stretched out her sharp and long tongue, and slowly wrapped it around my bottom, and I suddenly had a reaction again.

I asked her: "Well, what do you think? Born, or destroyed?"

She smiled lightly, with a slight sob mixed in with her laughter.

She said, "Master, why don't you ask... is this child yours?"

I said, "I trust you, if the baby wasn't mine, you wouldn't have called me."

"Master, why do you trust me? I'm just a butcher."

I lit a cigarette, looked at Michelle's busy face, and said bluntly: "Because there are some things that I have lost long ago, but you still remember them all the time."

She laughed happily on the other end of the phone, and said, "Master, if I really keep that thing, I will definitely give it to you."

"No need." I said, "If you give it to me, I can't use it anymore. Let's talk about the matter at hand. What are you going to do with this child?"

"Knock it out, except for knocking it out, it's the only way to kill it."

I didn't make a sound, not knowing how to answer.

"Master, in fact, I think it's good to live at the bottom, at least I won't have a headache because I don't know how to choose, because for me, there is always only one choice. Regarding the question of survival, no matter what I do, the answer Can't be wrong."

"Then...shall I accompany you to the hospital tomorrow?"

"No, sir, I can go by myself. If you go, I'm afraid I will suddenly be reluctant."

"Then I will transfer 10 yuan to you later."

"No, sir, one hundred thousand is too much, this life is not worth the money."

I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my heart, "Wan Wan, do you hate me?"

"No, I don't hate anyone, really." She took a breath and continued, "Among all the guests, you treat me the best. I don't hold grudges against those who beat me or scold me. How could I hate you? People in the WeChat group said that I was stupid, and even made friends with customers. They said that I made a big taboo, and I would suffer a loss sooner or later. Lord, do you know why the periphery never makes friends with customers? ?”

I stroked Miyuki's curly hair and said softly, "I don't know."

She laughed self-deprecatingly, "Because no one wants to be white grass."

I smiled dryly, and she continued:

"Master, but I don't want to be like them. I think I still want to believe. If a person really doesn't believe in anything, then in this world, I'm the only one left? So, I made up my mind to get rid of this child, because once we have a child, our relationship will change, and in your eyes, I will become like them."

"Wanwan, have you ever thought about us..."

"Grandpa..., I'm tired, and I don't want to dream about tomorrow anymore. I only have one wish, can you promise me?"

"What wish?"

"After I kill the child tomorrow, can you let me rely on it for a while? Just for a while, I won't take up too much of your time. I don't want your money either, as long as you can give me something to eat, I just want I want to be by your side and watch you, just for a day."

"Silly melon..." I closed my eyes and felt a sudden loss of consciousness down below. I pushed Miyuki away and asked hoarsely, "Where are you?"

She was silent for a moment, and then said softly, "I'm opposite your bookstore, in the bathroom on the second floor of the coffee shop."

I trembled all over, and a layer of cold sweat jumped out of my back, because I knew that I could see a panoramic view of my studio from the bathroom on the second floor of the cafe.

"You should close the curtains, Lord, if someone secretly photographs you, they may blackmail you."

"Sorry for the late night."

She suddenly became silent again, and after a while, she suddenly asked in a calm tone:

"Grandpa, do you love me?"

I smiled wryly, "I say I love you now, will you still believe me?"

"Of course I believe it." She replied in an unquestionable tone, "Then if I say, I'm not going to spy on you, I just want to sneak another look at you, and then go to the private clinic on this street for surgery, you Do you believe it?"

"Of course." I replied in the same unquestionable tone.

Although it seemed weird to confess in this situation, I finally sat up from the bed, looked at the small figure holding a mobile phone behind the curtain on the second floor opposite, and said slowly:

"I love you, Wanwan, I really... really love you."

She said: "Grandpa, I don't know what love is, but I know what liking is. I like it. It doesn't matter if they give me diamonds or cash. I, to you, I will always be free."