Rabbit's Murder Memories

I was at home working on a script when the store manager called me.

"The young lady is here again. She said she wants to see you."

I tapped the cold silver touchpad of the MacBook with my hand irritably, and let out a long breath, "Got it, I'll be there right away."

When I changed my clothes and started the car to drive to the bookstore, I was still depressed, because it was September and the autumn rain was lingering. As long as it rained, she would definitely come, regardless of whether I was busy or not.But all the irritability disappeared suddenly the moment he saw her.

She is very special today, standing alone in front of the bookstore, her lips are pale, her eyes are slack, her hands are holding a scarlet bamboo bone silk umbrella, facing the drizzle, she doesn't know what she is thinking.

"What's wrong with you?" I walked over and asked a little worried.

She didn't seem to notice me coming, her eyes widened suddenly, and her lips were bitten, as if she was taken aback.

I opened the door to let her in, and gestured to the manager to prepare two cups of cold brew.

The TV in the bookstore was on, it was a movie channel, and it was rebroadcasting the celebration party of a TV series. There happened to be Ji Ran and Miyuki in the picture. The two of them were holding champagne and looking at each other affectionately.

I didn't ask the store manager to change the channel, and slowly observed Miyuki's reaction, but she didn't have any joy on her face, she just stared blankly at herself in the picture, and suddenly smiled sadly at the end of the picture.

This smile made me cry.

I was startled, and looked at her smiling innocently while wiping away the tears gushing from the corners of her eyes with my thin white fingers. After a long time, I remembered that I needed to take out a tissue and hand it to her.

After all the tears were shed, she kept her head down and drank her coffee. When the cup of coffee was half gone, she suddenly raised her head and asked:

"Do you have a place here?"

"Where?" I asked strangely.

"It's the place where Zhenger Bajing rests."

I nodded and pointed to the stairs leading to the second floor, "There is another floor above this, which I use as a studio."

"Can you take me up there for a while?" she asked.

"of course."

I walked up the narrow stairs with her. After she entered the door, she looked around and finally went straight into the bedroom.

I poured two cups of tea and put them on the wooden tray. The moment I brought them into the bedroom, I was startled by her again. The wooden tray suddenly tipped over and the tea spilled all over the floor.

She actually took off all the clothes on her body and lay on my bed naked.

Her skin was already white, but it became even whiter after she took it off. It was a delicate white, a soft white, and an astonishing white.Before I met her, I never even thought that there would be such a delicate, fair and transparent woman in the world.

Even so, I could only pretend to turn a blind eye and carefully tidy up the broken teacups on the ground.

But she didn't let me go because of this, but she walked up to me with my slippers on.Even though she stood straight with her legs together, when she raised her head, all the secrets about her body were still clearly visible.

I tried my best to think of countermeasures in my mind, but because this happened so suddenly, I felt like I was stunned by someone, and my mind went blank.

The snow-white figure in front of me suddenly bent down again, and tightly hugged my head on the two extremely elastic things. When my consciousness was fully awakened, her hand had already passed through me. belt, rubbing the things underneath me.

I was not actually angry, but in the end I pushed her away like a conditioned reflex.

She was suddenly stunned, a cloud of mist gradually rose from her beautiful eyes, and not long after, sparkling water was reflected from the depths of the mist, like a spring tide on a misty morning. lake.

"I'm sorry..." I said indiscriminately, but I didn't know why I apologized at all.

"It's okay." She replied coldly.

After speaking, she began to put on her clothes, starting from the bra, all the way to the shoes, and finally picked up the bag and went out.

The moment she walked out of the room, she suddenly turned around and said:

"I thought that no man would refuse such a thing. It turns out that you, like Ji Ran, are just a display."

The word "decoration" hit me like a flying arrow.

After she went downstairs, I froze for a moment, then went to the window and opened the white screen with my hand, just in time to see the back of her staggering towards the parking lot with a crimson bamboo umbrella.

The rain stopped, but she was still holding an umbrella.

Maybe that's why she's been coming so often lately.

·

After Miyuki left, I hugged the computer and sat on the chair, staring directly at the computer screen, but couldn't type a word for several hours, and repeated in my mind, switching back and forth was Miyuki's body and back view.

I looked up at the clock, the hour hand had already pointed to twelve o'clock, the window was still full of neon lights, the night was ambiguous and hazy, and I didn't even think about writing the script, I got up and poured myself a cup of coffee, then put my arms around and stared The mobile phone in front of me is in a trance.

I'm waiting for a call.

The call usually comes shortly after midnight, and the girl calling is usually very drunk at this time and needs me to take her home.

Recently, for some reason, my originally lonely life suddenly became lively.Standing on my left is Miyuki who will come over with an umbrella whenever it is rainy, and standing on my right is Wanwan who will call when she is drunk in the middle of the night.

In the beginning, I was actually forbidden to call me after twelve o'clock at night.Firstly, I am not related to her, so I have no obligation to help her; secondly, her midnight bell has seriously affected my regular sleep.

But this girl always has no memory, no matter how many times I say it, she promises well every time, but every time she hits it right.Maybe it has something to do with her being drunk all the time, or maybe it's her active choice, deliberate.I didn't ask her the reason, and gradually I didn't bother to ask.

But people are really strange creatures. No matter how hard I try to persuade her, it is difficult to change her. In the end, she changed me, and I gradually developed the habit of waiting for her call.

·

At 45:[-], my cell phone finally rang.

After answering, she only heard her crazy laughter coming from the receiver.

"Master, let me tell you something very interesting..."

Before I could answer, she continued on her own:

"I picked up a bald old man today, and he asked me while doing it: Do you want to fuck with me, or with your boyfriend?

I said of course I'm with you.

He was very happy, and gave me an extra 1000 yuan after finishing it.

Haha...haha, but he doesn't know that I don't have a boyfriend at all. "

I didn't speak, and waited for her to finish before asking her in a deep voice:

"Where are you?"

"Why...isn't it funny?" She replied irrelevantly, "Then let me tell you one more thing. Some time ago I picked up a handsome guy who was tall and muscular. He asked me: How many times did we have sex yesterday?

I said: five or six times.

He asked again: How many times have you orgasmed?

I said: a dozen times.

In fact, I drank the broken piece that day, and I didn’t know what happened with him at all. Do you think it’s funny? "

"Where are you?" I asked as restrained as I could.

"Where is this, I don't know..." She murmured drunkenly.

"Stand still and send me your location on WeChat."

"Well, good. I'll listen to you... Lord, I'll listen to you..."

A few minutes later, my WeChat suddenly vibrated, I opened it, and she sent me a selfie.

In the photo, she seemed to be standing alone on the street, surrounded by darkness and no light at all, with a small pale face, she was smiling foolishly at the camera.

"I fucking asked you to send me the location, what the hell did you send?" I asked angrily.

"Oh, did I send it wrong?" She asked in a daze, as if she was about to fall asleep, "Grandpa, don't attack me, okay? I know I was wrong."

By the time I drove out and navigated to her area, it was already midnight.She collapsed in a vegetable field behind a hotel in the suburbs, sound asleep.

I stood outside the fence, couldn't help sighing softly, then pushed open the small door made of bamboo with my hands, carried her on my back, put her on the back seat of the car, took off her shoes, Pack the bag and set it aside.

I picked her up on curbs, in front of bars, in the lounge of the police station, on park benches..., this time, it turned out to be in the vegetable field.

I couldn't help finding a problem - as I picked her up more and more and experienced more, she became more and more presumptuous.

The relationship between me and her is like playing a game. The higher my level, the better my equipment, and the clearer my thinking, the harder it is for her to complete this copy.

·

By the time I drove back to the bookstore and carried her upstairs by the waist, it was already dawn and the morning light was slightly dew.

After I put her on the bed, I poured her another glass of boiled water. I thought she would sleep until the afternoon, but I didn't expect that she would wake up soon and turned around. She put her hands on her knees and leaned against the head of the bed. He looked at me with a complicated expression.

"Do you still drink water?" I asked.

She shook her head.

She and I became silent with each other, there was no sound around, only the clock hanging on the wall was "tick tock" ringing non-stop.

"Am I going too far? Are you bothering me?" She asked suddenly.

I did not speak.

She pursed her lips and burst into tears.

I was cruel and didn't give her a tissue this time because I felt like I had spoiled her.

"Don't worry, I won't look for you again." She wiped the corners of her eyes with her sleeve, and stretched out her hand to me with a stubborn expression, "Give me your mobile phone, I will delete your number."

Without even thinking about it, I threw her cell phone to her.

After she took it, she rummaged for a while, and when she made a final decision, she suddenly tightened her lips, and her thumb was still hanging there without pressing it down.

I leaned back on the chair and took a sip of water, "I was lucky enough to pick you up from the vegetable field this time, and next time I might go to some ditch to help you collect the body. I'm already tired, and I hope you don't come back again." Do this kind of work."

"How would I live if I didn't do this?" she retorted.

I bowed my head and thought about it seriously, and said, "I'll support you."

She froze for a moment, suddenly smiled, and then cried again.

"How do you raise me? Do you dare to marry me?"

I didn't answer.

"What women want is a destination in the end, not a lover who will never see the light of their lives..."

After saying this, she put on her shoes, carried her bag and walked out the door.

The moment she was about to pass me by, I suddenly grabbed her hand.

"I didn't mean that." I explained, "I'm serious! There are actually other possibilities between us, not getting married, nor letting you live in the dark and be my lover for life. As long as we are together, we will be happy." Well, two people... have been together for the rest of their lives."

The sun reflected on her body through the window screen, she finally stopped, turned her head, and looked into my eyes quietly, I felt that her stiff body had gradually softened.

She put down her bag suddenly, walked over, stood up in front of the chair, and hugged me tightly.

She said: "Master, some things are dirty when they are dirty, even if you are willing to take her out of the dirty water and rinse it clean, can you really forget how she looked when she was dirty?

I know that you are serious, and I know that you are kind-hearted, so I can't help but call you every time I get drunk, and I can't help but want to get closer to you again and again, and get closer to you.But I also understand that no matter what... I can't go back, do you understand?It's not that I can't go back now, but a long time ago, from the moment I was dirty by someone, I can't go back.

Lord, let's break up..."

Her tears fell down, soaking my collar.I lay in her warm arms, thought and thought, and finally said:

"Wanwan, in fact, everyone has the right to start over."

"Master, you are a famous screenwriter with a bright future, and I'm just a butcher. If they want to eat someday, they just take a bite in their mouth. If they get tired of eating, what's the point of spitting me out?" Not good? I don’t cook this kind of meat, there are still many people waiting to do it! In the future, when I earn enough money, I will go to a place I like alone and find a man I like to marry. For me, That is a fresh start!

I know you like me and want to accept this kind of love, but I am still afraid, afraid that once I accept it, I will live in the fear of being abandoned by you all my life, because you are different from them, and I have a handle In your hands..."

"Wan Wan..." I wanted to interrupt her, but suddenly she covered my lips with her hand.

After a while, she let go of me and suddenly stood far away.She took out her phone again, glanced at my phone number, and this time, she raised her thin thumb and pressed it without hesitation.

There was a crisp sound from the phone, and she burst into tears again, her crooked eyes filled with sad tears.

She said: "Master, I have never understood why a person's life is so long? It would be great if it was only for one second! If that were the case, I would dare to tell you that I love you!"