rainy night talk

He saw the setting sun cast into the window, the returning bird flew into the woods, and the afterglow fell on the back of his feet.He sat on the sofa, his small and pale feet stepped on the sun-baked floor, and the soles of his feet were warm because of this.

Mother sat at the kitchen table with jars, large and small, of pills, blue and red.She counted them one by one, "1, 2, 3, 4..."

She counted persistently, carefully and carefully.She has already counted the afternoon, Chen Zhen thought.Wish she had counted quickly, preferably before sundown, after which there would be a hot dinner, or maybe not.

But it didn't bother him because it was all a dream.

Chen Zhen moved his toes, the residual heat on the floor had dissipated and could no longer be used as a heat source.No way, he could only put away his little feet and hold his toes with his hands, they were too cold.

When the mother finally finished counting the pills, she stood up, and the legs of the chair creaked softly.

Chen Zhen raised his head cautiously, and he saw his mother walking towards him, her long hair was loosely tied behind her head, and her green eyes were gilded by the setting sun.

Her smile is still so sweet, as beautiful as her person.

She carried a faint fragrance, which he was familiar with.

She also carried a needle - filled with a greenish fluid.

Chen Zhen whimpered softly, and shrank back on the sofa, feeling colder than before.

"No—" Because of nervousness, he only uttered half a sound. After panting twice, he said persistently, "No!"

"It's okay, it won't hurt."

"No." He breathed out sharply.He was so familiar with that liquid, it kept appearing in the depths of his memory, accompanied by his mother's hysterical screams, pills scattered on the floor, red, blue, brightly colored.

The mother approached slowly with the needle, she squatted down, and Chen Zhen found herself hiding under the table, trembling violently.

Mother smiled, as she did every night when she kissed herself.Her eyes were emerald green, the same color as what she was holding in her hand.

She was calling to him, softly, softly.

"You're not her!" Chen Zhen yelled and rushed out from under the table.Unknowingly where the strength came from, his young body caused his mother to be knocked to the ground.

The needle rolled down to another place, but Chen Zhen didn't have time to take care of it.He rode her and pinched her neck until the skin on her neck turned white.He stared at those eyes, and suddenly felt that the color was so coquettish.

"She's a monster," a voice said to him. "Kill her."

He felt the beating pulse in the palm of his hand, but he didn't feel scared, instead he increased his strength, and the vicious factor filled his blood, which made him excited.

He yelled at her, "Go to hell!"

Without the expected violent struggle and shouting, she lay quietly on the ground, looking at Chen Zhen, her eyes were full of emotions he couldn't understand.

"Why are you crying." She stretched out her hand and gently wiped away the tears on Chen Zhen's face, "Don't cry...I don't want to see you cry."

Only then did Chen Zhen realize that tears had covered her cheeks, and they fell drop by drop on her hands, slipping down her fingers and into her neck.

Chen Zhen let go of his hand as if he had been scalded, and he found that the picture in front of him was distorted, a light was injected into those green eyes, and a touch of blue appeared from the depths.

"William..." Chen Zhen's eyes widened in disbelief.

"I'm here." William breathed a sigh of relief, the warmer light in the rest cabin shone on his slightly pale face, the sweaty temples and red neck did not match the relaxed expression on his face.

Chen Zhen's heart ached.

William stretched out his hand and pulled Chen Zhen into his arms.He felt Chen Zhen's whole body trembling, like a frightened child, vulnerable and vulnerable.

"What did I do..." Fear and regret occupied his brain, Chen Zhen covered his face, "I almost killed you." He felt that he had committed a heinous crime.

"Nothing." William hugged Chen Zhen tightly, brushed his sweaty hair behind his ears with his hands, patted his trembling back with his wide palm, and kissed his head and ears with his lips: "Everything is in my hands." within control."

Chen Zhen sobbed, tears accumulated on the bridge of his nose and overflowed again.He thought he was probably done.

He should push William away and get away from him.But now he is addicted to this embrace, this warm place makes him feel safe.The physical touch made him dread but yearn for it.He wanted to be hugged so badly that although the professor would pat him on the shoulder or touch his head, and Louis would hook his shoulders, they would not hug themselves.Chen Zhen often feels inferior. It would be great if he is not a guide. He can freely stretch his thinking band without worrying about hurting anyone.

He was indeed loved, and when he realized this, Chen Zhen wept sadly again.

He doesn't deserve these.Even now, being hugged like this, the nose is filled with the smell of the other person, and the warm body temperature is transmitted through the fabric, but there is still a voice in the head that keeps shouting: "Read him, control him." That is the spiritual barrier The other self in the book, he is dark, timid, and sensitive, just like his mother.

"I'm really going to kill you." Chen Zhen raised his head slightly. From this angle, he could see William's chin and the bright red nail marks under his chin.

"You should have pushed me away." Not a stroking.

"Tie me up." Instead of a hug.

"Knock me out." Not even a kiss.

"You shouldn't be so...gentle to me..."

William's chest trembled slightly, and Chen Zhen thought he was probably laughing.His palm moved to Chen Zhen's chin, and Chen Zhen was forced to look up at him.

"That's not what your eyes tell me." William leaned over and kissed his eyelids, "You need me."

If this is also a dream, then Chen Zhen hopes that she will never wake up.

The long statement finally came to an end. Chen Zhen raised his glass, only to find that the milk was gone.He shyly lowered his hand and continued to rub the edges with his fingers.

The rain outside the window still hasn't stopped. Under the solitary lamp, the shadows of the trees are stretched infinitely, and then shattered mercilessly by the raindrops.

The old man looked at the window for a while, then turned to Chen Zhen and asked, "How many times has it happened? Falling into an illusion like this."

"Rarely... most of them are dreams when they fall asleep." Chen Zhen tried to avoid this topic. He didn't want to worry the professor, so he asked, "Does AI also dream? Professor."

"They have the concept of 'dreams'. The difference is that their 'dreams' are real." The old man walked back to the sofa, but did not sit down. He rested his elbows on the back of the chair and tucked up his shirt "If they are dreaming, it usually means that the memory data has been mobilized, which is not a good sign." He cast a probing look at Chen Zhen, "Would you like to talk to me about Elemi? I know You can't let go of her."

"Actually... after I left the space station, I saw her in a jump station in the Seman area." At that time, he was going to find Louis, but he missed it.