Rabbit's Murder Memories

Tea Horse Bar, in my eyes, is a bar that provides tea, wine, and horses.

It may not be too serious to say it this way, but the industry I work in happens to be one of the most nonsensical industries in China, so there is nothing wrong with not being serious.

I came here after answering Ji Ran's call. When I arrived at the bar, I saw him sitting in a booth on the side.Besides him, there were three other people, two women and one man.

He introduced respectively: "This is my good friend, the pianist Mr. Lou Yuqing."

I nodded, "Hi Mr. Lou, I've heard of you for a long time."

The other party smiled and waved his hands again and again, "I dare not be..."

"This is her wife, Chen Jia, a famous violinist in our city."

I also nodded and shook hands with Chen Jia.

He finally introduced the girl beside him, "This is my wife, Miyuki."

I also wanted to shake hands with her, but before I stretched out my hand, I was rejected by a smile on her face. The smile was bright, gentle, but full of distance.

"This is Mr. Pei Yepei, the screenwriter of our company."

After I sat down, I still felt that the name "Miyuki" was very unusual, "みゆき?" I murmured.

"You speak Japanese?" she asked in surprise.

"University major is Japanese." I explained.

"My wife is Japanese, and her full name is Miyuki Fujiwara." Ji Ran said flatly.

Now it was my turn to be surprised, "Really?"

Meixue nodded, but Chen Jia asked a little strangely: "Doesn't Mr. Pei usually read the news?"

The wedding ceremony of the Ji Group's only son is also a Chinese-Japanese cross-border marriage, and the social sensation can be imagined. Naturally, the media will not miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Chen Jia's question made me a little embarrassed. When I was thinking about how to answer, Ji Ran explained for me:

"As far as I know, Writer Pei never reads the news, and even locks his mobile phone in a cabinet when writing..."

"Could it be that you still write by hand?" Chen Jia made a gesture of holding a pen and writing quickly.

I shook my head, "That's not the case."

·

That day Ji Ran called me to confirm the script creation of a new movie, and he wanted to ask Lou Yuqing to be responsible for the soundtrack of the movie.

The four of us chatted until very late, only Meixue didn't speak the whole time, just wrapped in a beige windbreaker, drinking quietly from the mother tree Dahongpao.

It was already early morning when we came out of the bar, except for Meixue and Chen Jia, the three of us were all drunk.

In the end, Ji Ran's driver drove the car to the front of the bar. Chen Jia was driving Lou Yuqing's car, and I was alone in an awkward position. I wanted to take a taxi, but Ji Ran suddenly turned around and said:

"Writer Pei, the place has been arranged for you, so don't go back today..."

Facing the eyes of the four of them staring at the same time, I scratched my forehead in embarrassment and said:

"Forget it, I'll go back."

"The girl is ready for you, don't you want to give me face?" Ji Ran put his head on Michelle's shoulder and asked drunkenly.

"Okay...Okay." I waved my hands again and again, signaling him to stop talking.

"Sifang Hotel, which room do you know..."

After finishing speaking, Ji Ran got into the car with the support of bodyguards and the driver.

·

The Sifang Hotel is very close, not far from the corner of the street, I shook my head and walked over directly.

Room [-] of the hotel is an executive suite specially reserved for seasons, and the annual rent alone is in the millions.As for why he didn't live in the more luxurious Ji's Hotel nearby, but spent money to rent a long-term room in this slightly lower-grade five-star hotel, it was obviously not for playing mahjong.

After I got to the room, I went to the bathroom to wash up. After washing up, I lay down on the bed with a dizzy head, and soon fell asleep.

The dream was still chaotic, the same as the world outside the window, and I didn’t know how long I had slept. Suddenly I heard a clear knock on the door. I woke up suddenly, turned on the light, and turned on the phone to check, it was [-]:[-].

I got out of bed and looked out on the cat's eye, but I didn't see anyone, only a piece of wood that kept shaking.It doesn't look like a solemn police round, nor does it look like the national beauty that Ji Ran prepared for me.

I frowned and thought about it, and finally tore off the chain at the door.

A thin and small figure was standing alone at the door, with a big acoustic guitar on his back.

Looking at the girl in front of me, I was a little dazed for a moment, and even forgot to invite her in.Because she has a plain face, two long ponytails, and a bluish-white school uniform, she looks very much like a high school student in a cartoon.This made me, who had long been accustomed to flaming red lips and high-heeled black silk, think that I had traveled to another dimension.

"Boss Ji asked me to come..." She explained in a low voice.

After she finished speaking, she raised her head and glanced at me, then lowered her head immediately.

I smiled silently and reached out to lead her into the door.

·

She put the guitar on the sofa in the living room of the suite, shook it twice with her hands, and after making sure it was all right, she took off her clothes and went in to take a shower.

While waiting for her, I leaned over to take a look at the logo of the guitar. It was not a well-known brand. Then I held the guitar and played a few chords at random. The sound was elegant, not cheap from a corner store.

At this time, she happened to be rubbing her long hair with a bath towel. When she saw that I was playing with the guitar, she was stunned and asked:

"Can you play the guitar?"

"I learned a little bit when I was a student, but now I basically forget it."

"Oh." She nodded.

I looked at her who was almost naked standing under the lamp, and I suddenly had a desire.

I put down the guitar and hugged her, and she looked up at me and said:

"I'm sorry, it was very late when I received the call from President Ji. I came here in a hurry today. I didn't change clothes or make up."

After saying this, her expression was slightly embarrassed, and she even blushed a little.

"It's okay, it's fine if you're like this..."

"Like cosplayer?"

"Well, what's your name?"

"Really want to know?" she asked uncertainly.

I nodded firmly.

"My name is Wan Wan." She said with a smile.

"Wanwan?" I confirmed by looking at her smiling eyes like crescent moons.

"It's not Wanwan, it's Wanwan, the night of the night." She corrected her with flickering eyes.

"What about your full name?"

"Lin Wan."

I nodded, picked her up and walked towards the bedroom, she stroked my chest with her thin white fingers, "What about you, can you tell me your name?"

I thought about it, and then confessed:

"My name is Pei Ye, Fei Yi Pei, Ye Zi's Ye."

"That's Pei Xiuzhi's Pei?"

"Who is Pei Xiuzhi?" I asked in surprise.

She was stunned, "Forget it if you don't know, it's a star in Korea."

"Oh." I responded lightly, then kissed her chest, and soon after, entered her body.

She was very cooperative throughout the whole process, and she could even be called skilled, not a newbie in the industry.

During orgasm, she tremblingly asked:

"Pei Ye, instead of calling you 'Ye' from now on, I'll just call you 'Grandpa', okay?"

I didn't answer right away, I grabbed her round buttocks tightly, and after squeezing out all the fluid, I replied lying on the bed:

"No, this title...is not very good."

"What's wrong?" The corners of her mouth curled up slightly, with a hint of stubbornness mixed into her expression.

I looked at the chandelier above my head and thought for a while, then explained:

"There is a sense of class, which is called that in the old society."

She shrank her shoulders, did not speak, pulled the quilt over her body, and stared at the crystal chandelier above her head in a daze like me, until the phone rang suddenly.

She took out her mobile phone and answered a call. The person on the other end of the phone seemed very dissatisfied, and she kept apologizing.

After putting down the phone, she collapsed on the bed, still looking blankly at the chandelier above her head.

I couldn't help but ask her:

"It's so late, what's the matter?"

"It's nothing." She said, "I promised to accompany another 'guest' today, but because Mr. Ji called, I came in a hurry and forgot about it."

"You do this specifically?"

She forced a smile, and said sadly, "I said I'm a singer, do you believe me?"

Through the open door, I glanced at her guitar on the sofa and said, "I believe it!"

"Do you believe it?" She smiled strangely, "But I almost forgot about myself."

I glanced at her and thought the girl was weird, so I smiled and didn't speak, but she continued:

"You just said that 'grandpa' is a title only in the old society. In fact, whether it is in the new society or the old society, is there any difference for people like us?"

My body trembled, and I replied with some helplessness: "If you insist on calling it that way, it's up to you..."

"Really?" Her expression brightened suddenly.

I nodded solemnly, and suddenly felt that the little girl in front of me was a little weird.

"Grandpa, can you tell me your mobile phone number? Wechat is also fine..." she said with a smile.

I thought for a while and said, "Then add me to WeChat."

In fact, they are almost the same, because my WeChat ID is my mobile phone number.

"You said you are a singer, can you write songs?"

She nodded, "I recorded a few demos, but no one wanted them."

"Then can you play it for me when you have time?"

"Okay, but there is a fee."

"Well, how to pay?"

"One thousand songs."

When she said this, her expression was very serious, not as if she was joking, and I also became serious.

"Okay, deal."

"Tomorrow." She said, "I just finished singing at the bar today, and I'm a little tired."

"Ah."

"Grandpa, can I sleep here today?"

"of course."

"Then get up and sing to you tomorrow morning?" she confirmed.

"it is good."

"How much is this room for one night?"

"Why do you care about this?" I asked strangely.

"I just want to know..." She smacked her lower lip with a slightly aggrieved expression.

"The price is about [-]." I said.

"En." She touched her lips with her index finger and rolled her eyes twice, "Then I'll sing you three songs tomorrow morning, three thousand three thousand, and I'll pay half of the rent."

I looked at her somewhat pale side face under the light, and suddenly felt a pain in my heart.

After a long silence, I turned off the light.

·

When I woke up the next morning, I found that she had already washed up, was still wearing yesterday's school uniform, and was sitting on the sofa in the living room of the suite with her guitar in her arms.

The morning light shone on her face through the white curtains, and her slightly narrowed eyes were bent into the shape of a crescent moon.I stared blankly at her white forehead and plain silhouette. For a moment, I even forgot that we were the "peripheral" and "whoring client".

I got dressed and went over to ask:

"what happened?"

"It's okay." She smiled, "I wanted to tune the strings, but since you haven't woken up, just sit here and wait for a while."

After speaking, she took out the pick and began to tune the strings.

After tuning the strings, she plucked the strings, played and sang by herself.

you're not july fire

You are not the color of Tianxin

You're just a demon spinning a web

wait for me to fall

…………

I have a castrated star in my heart

There is a sleepless sea in your heart

you say you love me

but in the end

the ones that end up sinking

It's too good to be true in the beginning

We are always hurt after countless times

I just started to learn to let go of this ignorant innocence

I have a castrated star in my heart

There is a sleepless sea in your heart

you say you love me

but in the end

the ones that end up sinking

It's too good to be true in the beginning

We are always hurt after countless times

I just started to learn to let go of this ignorant innocence

Her expression was relaxed, her voice was lazy, and she was concentrating on singing without squinting. I was immersed in it for a while, recalling the blankness long ago, that blankness that seemed to have been dead for a long time and had already sunk into the ground.

After the song was over, she put down the guitar and breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing that I had been silent, she asked anxiously:

"how do you feel?"

I froze for a moment, then clapped my hands.

Although the applause from one person fell short after all, she still couldn't help showing a smile.

"Did you write the lyrics yourself?"

"of course."

"Interesting." I praised, "What's the name of this song?"

She tilted her head and looked out the window, "On the demo, I wrote "This Ignorant Innocence"..."

"Actually, what do you prefer to call it?"

"Castration," she said, closing her eyes.

""Castration"... is interesting."

She suddenly opened her eyes and looked at me with some puzzlement. I took out the glasses cloth, wiped my glasses and said:

"It's my mantra, don't mind it."

"What the hell does that mean?" she asked with a smile.

"A modal particle has no fixed meaning."

"What about today? What does it mean?"

"It means your song is very good."

Wan Wan nodded and played the other two songs, and I still applauded.

After having breakfast with me in the restaurant, she went back to the room and left with her guitar on her back.I also simply packed up, picked up the car near the bar, and went to the bookstore I opened in the urban area.

·

The bookstore is located on the first and second floors of a six-story building on Wenhua Street in the urban area, with a combined area of ​​four to five hundred square meters, and the name is "Paradise".

The first floor is a bookstore that doubles as a cafe. The walls are surrounded by bookshelves, and the middle is the tables and chairs of the cafe. You can drink coffee while reading a book.The second floor is my studio, but occasionally it is also used as a warehouse, storing some outdated magazines and new publications.

When I entered the door, the store manager was cleaning with two shop assistants. One of the three of them was holding a water basin, one was wiping the floating dirt on the bookshelves one by one with a wet rag, and the other was wiping again with a dry rag.It's less than nine o'clock now, and there is no one in the store.

The store manager nodded to me with a smile and said, "Good morning."

I also smiled, and went straight to the second floor along the stairs on one side after saying hello.

After opening the door, I changed my shoes and walked to my desk to start my day's work.

For the next week, I hardly went downstairs and kept typing on the computer every day.Drink a glass of red wine and sleep when you are tired, and continue working when you wake up.

After a week, I just feel dizzy and my mouth is full of the taste of fast food steak.

Finally, I felt that all the things in my mind were pouring out, so that I stared at the computer for an hour without typing a single word. I thought I should go for a walk and relax.

I cleaned myself up in the bathroom, put on my coat, and went downstairs.

The time was around eight o'clock in the evening, there were still many customers downstairs, and it was raining lightly outside. I borrowed an umbrella from the store manager, and when I was about to open the door, the door was pushed open from the outside, and Miyuki closed it. He took up his umbrella and walked in.

She was wearing a long red dress, standing in front of the desolate rain, and bent towards me.I froze for a moment, I didn't expect her to come over at all, it wasn't until the moment her slender waist and limbs straightened that I came back to my senses and greeted her in Japanese:

"お久しぶり."

After saying hello, I found that it seemed very inappropriate, and the tone was full of ridicule and show off, probably because I still regarded her as a Japanese woman in my heart.

She didn't find it abrupt, and smiled calmly, "I remember we met last week, so it shouldn't be considered 'long time no see', right?"

I scratched my forehead with my fingers, the long hours of desk work had weakened the concept of time, I really thought I had "long time no see" with her.

"Sorry." I apologized awkwardly.

She still smiled slightly, "Why are you here? Are you here to buy books too?"

When she said this, her tone was gentle, her eyes were wide open, her legs were close together, and she stood upright, with the demeanor of a Japanese lady in the book.

"That's not true, I opened this store." I replied honestly.

"Really?" She smiled and said half-jokingly, "Will it be cheaper for me to buy books from now on?"

Although this was a joke, but I caught a hint of coquettishness from it, I smiled and turned around and said to the store manager who was looking here:

"In the future, when this lady comes to buy books, it will be free directly."

The store manager is a girl around 30 years old, with a gentle smile, "Remember, boss."

Then she looked at Miyuki and asked, "What book do you want to buy today?"

"I don't have anything in particular that I want to buy. I just heard from a friend that there is a rather unique bookstore nearby. I just came here after dinner."

After Miyuki finished speaking, she put the umbrella in the umbrella bag machine at the door, put a plastic bag on the umbrella and held it in her hand, and then I accompanied her to browse casually along the aisle between the coffee table and the bookshelf.

At this time, the speakers in the store had just finished playing a song and were playing the next one in order. There was no prelude to this song, and it was just vocals at the beginning.She turned her head suddenly and looked in the direction of the front desk. After a few seconds, she suddenly asked:

"What's the name of the song?"

I lowered my head and thought for a while, "It should be "Umbrella", sung by Younha."

""Umbrella"..." She turned around, as if muttering to herself, "I like this song."

After walking around, she pulled a chair near the front desk and sat down. The store manager came over and asked:

"Do you want something to drink?"

She looked at me, "What do you usually drink?"

"I usually drink coffee."

"Then I want coffee too, thank you."

The store manager nodded and confirmed, "Italian or American?"

"What kind are you drinking?" She stared at me again and asked.

"I usually drink cold brew, which is more fruity."

"I will do the same." She said to the store manager with a smile.

The store manager went to the counter to prepare with the waiter, and the coffee was delivered quickly. She took a sip and nodded slightly, "How long does cold brew coffee usually take?"

"[-] to [-] hours, [-] hours is best." I explained.

She didn't speak anymore, she drank the coffee in the cup silently before asking:

"You took the umbrella just now, are you going to go out?"

"Well, I stayed upstairs for a week and wanted to go out for a walk..."

"Then I messed up your plan?" She asked a little embarrassedly.

"It's ok."

"How about I go out with you for a walk?"

I was a little surprised by her sudden proposal, and after thinking about it for a while, I nodded silently.

·

Coming out of the store, I walked in front, holding the store manager's pink umbrella, but she suddenly called me from behind, I turned around, she suddenly ran under my umbrella, and put the umbrella in her hand still covered with plastic The dark blue umbrella in the bag was handed over to me.

I looked at her with a puzzled face, but she didn't speak, but just pointed at the pink umbrella above my head.I suddenly understood and handed her the umbrella in my hand.

I pulled out the plastic bag, opened her umbrella, and found that the umbrella handle was concave and convex, which was very suitable for grasping. I lowered my head to take a closer look, and couldn't help being shocked. It turned out that what I was holding in my hand turned out to be a few small silver skulls. Skulls, they are opening their mouths, grinning grinningly in the rain.

I lifted the umbrella and looked at it carefully, and found that there were two Chinese characters engraved on the position of the umbrella bundle-Painful Yang.

"This is the umbrella produced by the band Painful." Miyuki explained.

"Well, the umbrella handle is very special." I said, "Domineering, suitable for men who play rock and roll."

"If you like it, I'll give it to you." After a pause, she said, "Even if you pay for the coffee just now."

I couldn't help laughing, "In China, it's unlucky to give an umbrella, just like giving a clock."

"Ah...why?" She exclaimed in surprise and asked with a puzzled look on her face.

"Because umbrella and San have the same pronunciation, sending an umbrella means breaking up."

She suddenly laughed cheerfully, but her expression looked a little contemptuous, probably because she felt that this kind of public consciousness was pedantic and boring.

She and I walked around Wenhua Road. The road was uneven and covered with shallow puddles. She was wearing beige high-heeled shoes and walked cautiously along the way.

I suddenly felt that it was not suitable for a walk on a rainy day, so I proposed to go back.Before returning to the store, I exchanged umbrellas with her, and she suddenly asked:

"I will come again when I have time in the future, are you welcome?"

"Of course." I said with a smile.

Looking at her back walking towards the parking lot alone in the rain, I suddenly felt that perhaps I shouldn't have said that.

·

Putting away the umbrella, I pushed open the store door, when the phone in my pocket vibrated suddenly.

I took it out and saw that it was an unfamiliar number. After pressing the answer button, there was only the sound of silent rain.

"Hi..." I took the initiative to say hello.

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone, and then a voice suddenly appeared, with an urgent voice, like a string about to be pulled off.

"Can you come and pick me up? Immediately..."

It was a female voice, and the voice was very familiar. I thought about it for a while, and suddenly recalled the girl carrying the guitar a week ago.

"Tonight?" I asked.

Wanwan didn't speak, only the sound of rustling footsteps came from the other end of the phone.

After a while, she suddenly said:

"I'm downstairs at the Sifang Hotel, can you... pick me up? Please... Please..."

Her tone was anxious and desperate, and then her voice was full of sobs about to cry.

"Okay, wait for me, don't hang up." I threw the umbrella aside and ran directly into the rain.

A few minutes later, I was sitting in the driver's seat with my whole body wet, and I drove the car in the direction of the Sifang Hotel. At the same time, I turned on the speakerphone, and couldn't help asking:

"What's the matter with you? Are you okay?"

I only heard her gasping for breath on the phone, with a few wry smiles in the middle, and finally couldn't hold it back, and started crying softly.

I felt irritated for a while, stepped on the accelerator, and drove the car to a hundred speeds.

The bookstore is not far from the Sifang Hotel, nor is it close. It took me nearly half an hour to drive the car nearby. When I was waiting for the last few traffic lights, she stopped crying and asked road:

"how much longer?"

"Right now, there are three more traffic lights."

"En." She responded softly, and then said: "I picked up a customer today, he... is a pervert. When he came, he pulled a box, and the things in the box... were neat." She She spoke intermittently, and she clearly wanted to say some things, but she seemed to find it difficult to say so.

"He keeps torturing me in different ways...I can't stand it...while he's in the bathroom..."

"Well, I understand." I interrupted her.

At this time, the green light had not yet turned on, so I chose to overtake from the side, ran through three traffic lights, and turned directly in front of the Sifang Hotel.

However, there was no sign of Wan Wan at the entrance of the hotel. There was only a middle-aged man wrapped in a white bathrobe standing there. The thick and thin gold necklace glowed brightly under the hotel lights.

I stood in the rain, gripped my phone tightly, and stared at him intently.

He quickly noticed me, his expression froze, and he even forgot to call for a while.

After a while, the corners of his mouth moved, probably wanting to scold me, but I was still standing there, still staring at him with my eyes, and the corners of his mouth twitched even more violently.

After a while, I smiled at him.I guess, I didn't smile very well, so suddenly he turned his head and walked back to the hotel.

I also raised the phone again and asked, "Where are you?"

"Are you there?" she said tremblingly.

"Here we are, at the door."

"You go west."

I got my bearings, turned directly to the left, walked about 500 meters in the rain, and finally found Wanwan in a garbage dump at the corner of the building.

She was naked, curled up in a huge iron dumpster, covered with bruises all over her body, and her snow-white shoulders kept trembling with the dripping rain.

I clenched my phone tightly again, and stood silently in front of the trash can, looking at her expressionlessly.

She lowered her head slowly, tears of humiliation rolled in her eyes, then she stretched out her hands cautiously, she said:

"Grandpa, take me home..."