Water lanterns and dreams in 1 nights

, spread its wings and fluttered, and the large feathers on the inside of its wings were soft and beautiful vermilion.

The mayor accepted it with satisfaction, thinking it should be a good gift.

At 19:[-], the car stopped at the Presidential Mansion. The mayor himself stood at the gate of the manor with a brown suitcase. The camera passed the verification, and the iron gate opened in front of him. Without squinting, he rang the doorbell, and a beautiful young maid opened the door for him. He stepped in, and the maid stood aside with a low eyebrow, "The president is waiting for you in the study on the second floor."

The mayor climbed up the stairs, and at the corner of the stairs on the second floor, he collided with the son of the president who was going downstairs. The other party was wearing a lead gray silk nightgown with the neckline wide open, and there were traces of blue and red all over it. The mayor turned sideways Make way for him, the other party gathered up his robe indifferently, and kicked down the stairs, the mayor looked at him from behind, and saw a strangle mark on his neck that was red and torn, almost bruised.He sneered in his heart, the president might not be able to count on his son.

The mayor knocked on the door, and the president's deep voice came from behind the door, and he pushed the door open.

At 21:[-], the mayor returned to his home. The brown suitcase was left at the president's place. He got out of the car with the birdcage alone, glanced at the rearview mirror, confirmed that his face was fine, and stopped in front of the house to sniff. Sniffing the sleeves, I didn't notice any special smell, so I put on a smile and opened the door.He didn't see the expected picture, and the kind smile froze on his face, turning into a twisted and violent mask.

The room was brightly lit, and his only son who had been lost and found was standing by the window, tightly holding the hand of the girl in black, and kept asking: 'Who are you?May I have your name? '

The girl wore a high ponytail, and was dressed in refined black clothes, equipped with weapons.She turned her head and looked at her, with shameful and hateful eyes like a fox. The mayor frantically called the guards, and he must kill the girl on the spot. The worse the death, the better. Every scar on her body could be exchanged for high money.

The girl smiled at him, turned her head and continued talking to the mayor's son: 'Close your eyes. '

He closed it obediently, without the slightest hesitation, as if he didn't see the gun in her hand.

The guards rushed over one after another, and more and more came. Guessing the mayor's love for his only son, no one dared to fire the first shot.Before they could all do so, the girl shot the mayor's son between the foreheads with the gun in her hand, causing him to fall.

The girl hugged his weak body and put him on the floor, 'Go to sleep, friend. ' she said, with the utmost sentimentality.

More than a dozen guns fired at once, smashing half of her body, and the girl died immediately beside her.

The mayor didn't even look at the rotten corpse, walked over slowly, knelt down, and gently stroked his son's still warm cheeks, and his heart began to throb with pain, and he gasped for breath. , his fist kept beating his chest fiercely, his face was as white as a dead man.He stood up, snatched the guard's gun, and frantically fired at the girl's broken body until the entire clip was emptied. He kept pressing the trigger, howling for more guns.

No one dared to stop it.More guns were handed to his hands, and he kept beating the body until it turned into shredded flesh, before regaining some sanity, and then panting heavily, he asked someone to drag the girl to be cloned.Dozens or hundreds of clones, the more the better, "I don't care how much it costs, from now on I want her to be my gun target!"

He drove everyone away, carried his son's body to the garden, and erected a monument there, side by side with the previous ones.

After all this was done, he was covered in mud and his formal white shirt was completely soaked in sweat. He sat on the ground indecently for a while, then returned to the messy hall, carrying the birdcage to his son's grave.Throw away the covering curtain, open the bird cage, roughly pull the bird out by the neck, and strangle it to death with both hands viciously.Killing an endangered crested ibis is no different than killing a humble pheasant.

He buried this gift next to the new stele.

He returned to the bedroom. Not long after, the secretary knocked on the door cautiously and asked if he wanted to take the young master home.

The mayor sat on the chair by the window for a long time, but the secretary didn't dare to press him.He was so dazed that he lost his mind for a moment, and it took a long time before he could force his voice: "Let's pass a few days." '

The thoughts of the day were mixed, and before seeing a bright future, he fell into eternal night from time to time.

Human life is nothing to mention, as long as you degenerate and die, all human lives are playthings, except for him and his only child.If the child is gone, who will he share this glory with?The mayor leaned on the pillow and stretched his arms to stand up a group photo on the low cabinet beside the bed. A boy with cornflower blue eyes was beside him, smiling brightly by the sea.I haven't seen such a smile in a long time.

That child is always stubborn, neither willing to back up genes nor copy memories.He took advantage of the strands of his son's hair when he was asleep, and told him that there would always be a way to resurrect him, but there was no way to back up his memory.With memory, he would follow the girl away as if attracted by a magnet; without memory, under the extremely familiar appearance, there would always be a strangeness that made his heart infinitely sad.

Every set of genes is the same, the curvature of his hair curls, the color of his eyes, and the tone of his voice are all the same, but the excruciating pain he has experienced is also real.He lost him solidly, and as for whether he will get him back, he still dare not be sure.But he was afraid to face the arrival of another child for a while, and it felt a lot like betrayal.

The mayor folded the photo upside down on the table, closed his eyes tiredly, and finally ushered in the end of the day. "

Allen asked me how I felt, and I praised him for his improved narrative in the past few days.I chatted with Allen one after another, took out my phone, and searched on it.

"Do you see anything in it?"

"Your storytelling skills are terrible."

"Maybe because the stories themselves are just awful."

"Why are you telling me these stories?"

"I just hope it makes you less bored."

I don't believe it's such a simple reason, but I don't say anything, I'm just a boring listener, trying to connect the fragmentary stories he told into a complete plot, trying to find out the deep meaning he hides in it.If he really has deep meaning.

"It's not a perfect world," Allen said.

"I know." I finish my search and put the phone back in my pocket.

92. Machine 07

I sat at the table and practiced calligraphy with the desk lamp. Allen opened the curtains, and the bright light representing daytime suddenly illuminated the room.

"Don't pull away."

"The light from the desk lamp is too weak for your eyes."

"I know. Draw the curtains."

Allen did as he said, walked behind me, I stopped the pen in my hand, and he leaned over to look, "You are practicing these weird words again."

"Isn't it pretty?"

"From the way they look, I think they must be very pretty. What use are you writing about them?"

"In order not to forget." I rubbed my temples. "Let's get started then. Last day's story."

Allen's inorganic staccato voice flowed in the dim room, forming a reassuring rhythm. I closed my eyes and leaned back in the chair, listening to his last narration.

"The well-known news host sat up from the bed in a daze, pinched the back of his neck feebly, the soreness from there reminded him a little of last night, and the aftertaste of that time remained in his memory, as if he was overwhelmed When the man saw the food, it made him sick to his stomach. From the left side stretched out a big arm around his abdomen, and the woman asked sleepily: 'What time is it?'

He hurriedly looked at the clock, it was quarter past ten, the appointment with his father was not only late, it was almost two hours late.The host jumped up from the bed and rummaged through the closet for clothes to cover his body.A young man sat up from the right side of his original sleeping position, complaining a bit: 'Why are you in such a hurry? 'His face looks exactly like the woman on the left.

In desperation, the host deeply felt that the pair of bedside people from last night were in the way, and impatiently took a wad of cash from his wallet and threw it on the bed, telling them to get out of here.After the pair of twins walked away, the host took a while to dress himself decently. When he stepped into the house, it was eleven o'clock. The maid opened the door for him and told him that Mr. President was in the study. After waiting for a long time, he felt timid in his heart and didn't want to show it. He stomped the stairs violently on purpose, and pushed open the door of the study room. Behind his desk, in a suit and leather shoes, he looked at him dissatisfied.

The host sat down on the reception sofa, crossed his legs on the coffee table, and asked in a rough voice: "What do you want me to do?" '

The President ordered flatly: 'Put your legs down. '

The host muttered and put his legs down, and the president got to the point. "I'm looking for you today, which is also the sentence I discussed with you before. Before I quit now, I can say hello to you and the district chief of the energy zone. You do it there first, and slowly raise go up. '

The host was furious and refused without even thinking about it.

'Don't make me more disappointed in you. ’ The president’s speech was light and slow, but there was a flavor that could not be ignored: “In two days, you will go to work in the energy zone. '

For his arrangement, the host has never accepted it, and it is the same this time.

'You sent that pair of twins today with a lot of skill.Is that your salary? ' asked the President.

The host retorted harshly: "I am in the prime of life, and I can find a lot of people to sleep with without spending money. You and I are worlds apart." '

'If I step back, your life will be difficult. ’ The president’s tone remained unhurried. 'You have to understand that the mayor is far less talkative than he looks.we have to stay