Rubik's Cube Seven Days Dream

In the dark old house, the woman's silhouette remained motionless, Zhou Xuerong's figure remained motionless, but energy was already stored in his waist and abdomen, ensuring that he could dodge in time when the enemy on the other side launched a surprise attack.

The man moved forward, faded away from the shadow of the lintel, and revealed his face.

The woman's name is Zhou Mi, and the soft peach blossom eyes already have eye lines.Her lips are beautiful, budding like petals, the corners of her lips are raised, and her brows and eyes are somewhat similar to Zhou Xuerong.

Zhou Xuerong clenched his palms tightly, unable to believe the scene in front of him, and asked tremblingly, "You... Where's the injury on your face?"

Zhou Mi smiled, opened her arms, and made a gesture of hugging: "The wound on my face was cut open by that man. Now I have a chance, so that I have never been hurt by him, and I am still the original me." " She laughed even sweeter as she spoke, and Zhou Xuerong noticed that she was wearing a somewhat old-fashioned black-bottomed red flower dress. Seeing Zhou Xuerong looking at it, she held the hem of the skirt and asked, "Is mom beautiful? ?”

Zhou Xuerong nodded, and Zhou Mi threw herself into his arms immediately, and said with a choked voice, "Son, give mom a chance. Let mom take care of you and make up for you, okay?"

The woman in his arms was as thin as straw, and he didn't even need to use much strength to hang her.The familiar aroma of skin care products wafted from her neck, reminding him of countless nights in his childhood. He watched his mother turn the clean side of her face to the mirror, and slowly apply cream on it. cry out.

No matter how young Zhou Xuerong is, she understands how important a face is to a woman.He thought that he was like the scar on his mother's face, the embodiment of the damage she had suffered.

One grows on the face and the other grows on the heart.

He occasionally heard from the neighbors, how beautiful and talented her mother was when she was young, and there were a lot of people chasing her.If I hadn't gone to the United States back then, I might have lived a life as a rich wife. It's not like the survivor of the serial rape and murder that shocked the world. His face is scarier than a ghost, and he is crazy, and he has to support the rape and murderer. son.

Hearing this, Zhou Xuerong didn't even dare to let Zhou Mi hug him.

Mom was already in so much pain that he couldn't make her pain worse.

And now, this embrace falls on him.A chance to start over was before him, to finally have the same rights as any other child, to call her "Mom," to hug her, to care for her.

How can he refuse?

So he closed his eyes.

"Ah."

Zhou Mi said "good son", held his face in his hands, and used his fingertips to trace from his eyebrows to the corners of his lips, showing maternal compassion, with tears in his eyes: "Hey, you are so big."

Zhou Xuerong endured the pain, and stared at this woman who was no longer young with the same tenderness.In the real time and space, he has no chance to see Zhou Mi's natural aging, and he will never wait for her gentle touch.

She always goes crazy when she sees her face, saying that he looks exactly like that pervert, that there are a pair of cannibal eyes hidden under his high eyebrows.

The belated reconciliation between mother and child made this old house a little more glorious. Zhou Xuerong curled up and squeezed on the small plastic stool, with a table of dishes cooked by her mother in front of her.

Why didn't he know that these were just a game set up by the people behind the scenes.Soak his dry heart into a honey pot, soak him until he is paralyzed.

The aroma of the food was overwhelming, but Zhou Xuerong didn't move his chopsticks for a long time.

Zhou Mi kept adding vegetables to his bowl, and then picked up the bowl and started eating.

Zhou Xuerong just picked up a piece of fish and put it into his mouth, it was tender and delicious, filling his mouth.Taste fully mobilizes the five senses and strengthens the sense of reality at the moment.

"Is it tasty?"

Zhou Xuerong nodded.

"You child, you don't like to talk since you were a child." Zhou Mi took a bite of his food and wet his eyes again, "It's all my fault. I was too cruel to you before. You were a child at the time, so what can you understand? I Blame all the crimes committed by others on your head..."

Listening to the woman's endless self-blame and confession, Zhou Xuerong put food in her mouth.After so many years of growth, he got used to keeping all his emotions in a cage, like a tamed beast.

His calmness made the woman cry even harder.

"For so many years, my mother is not here, how are you doing by yourself?"

He would not tell her that he had been temporarily aphasia after her suicide.Nor would he tell her that because of long-term abuse and belittling by her, without the guidance and love of his mother, he did not have basic common sense until he was ten years old, so he was often bullied by children.

"I was doing well. Grandpa took me home, gave me a name, sent me to school, taught me to draw and make sculptures."

Zhou Mi showed a gratified smile.

He concealed all the sufferings of his past life, but he still couldn't help but want to mention someone.A person who has a lot of color in his life.

"We live in a large compound. There are two other families besides me. They also have children. The boy is named Xu Minglang, and the girl is named Xue Yingying. Both are three years older than me."

Zhou Mi unconsciously put down her chopsticks.

Zhou Xuerong's expression was a gentleness that he couldn't see himself: "The three of us grew up together. Xue Yingying is boyish, but in fact she is very kind, and treats me like a younger brother."

"What about the boy named Xu Minglang?"

"This is a long story..." Zhou Xuerong blinked fiercely, trying to forget the last pendant left on his retina, "He is my lover."

The legs of the stool buzzed harshly against the floor.

"Ah. I...I'm just so shocked." Zhou Mi brushed her hair back, her unnatural smile made Zhou Xuerong full of confusion.He wondered if the real Zhou Mi would have the same reaction if he was still alive.

"You like boys?"

"Maybe. He's the only person I've ever liked."

Hearing his son's straightforward answer, Zhou Mi didn't put on airs as a biological mother, saying something like "you can try it with a girl" and "change it" to annoy him, but said: "He must be very nice to you." All right."

"Talk to Mom."

How embarrassing it was for them to meet for the first time.Zhou Xuerong still remembered that he was wearing a large and ill-fitting variegated sweater, as well as brushed jeans.Because his grandfather didn't have children's clothes at home.

At that time, he hadn't spoken for two weeks. His grandfather took him to the hospital. The doctor said that it was psychogenic aphasia, which was caused by stimulation. As long as he was patiently guided, he would be able to speak sooner or later.

Standing on the steps of the yard, Xu Minglang was wearing an orange padded jacket, his hair was frizzed like a little hedgehog, and his skin was honey-colored kissed by the sun. He looked like a naughty child.He looked at the thin and frail boy at the door, with undisguised curiosity flashing on his face, and even the tone of self-introduction was confident.

For the young Zhou Xuerong, this confidence is as untouchable as the stars in the sky.

He really wanted to talk, but he couldn't make any sound, until his grandfather came out, introduced himself for him, and asked Xu Minglang to take care of him.

They are all about teenage boys, how caring can they be?Xu Minglang didn't even realize that he was aphasic until a week later. He scratched the back of his head and said with a silly smile when he watched him write the explanation word by word on the floor tiles with talc, "Hey, I thought you thought I was too talkative and didn't want to talk to me." Woolen cloth."

Xue Yingying slammed Xu Minglang on the back of the head and said, "Minglang is a big stupid pig". Xu Minglang covered his head and said that Xue Yingying was a "manly woman" and "no one will dare to marry you in the future".The chase between the two of them has almost become a must-have show when the three of them play together. Zhou Xuerong, who is three years younger than the two, clapped his hands and laughed hard.

Speaking of Xue Yingying, Zhou Xuerong was actually a little scared when he saw her for the first time.He used to live a life of shutting himself out, with almost zero social education, let alone contact with a girl.Before he moved to the compound, the only opposite sex he had contact with was Zhou Mi.

In his world, women are neurotic, violent, completely uncontrollable and dangerous people.Even if Xue Yingying just smiled at him, he felt that she would pounce on him in the next second, slap him in the face, insult him and trample him.

But Xue Yingying never did this once.Instead of ill-treating him, she always sympathized with him, tutoring him in pinyin and Chinese characters, and teaching him how to write exquisite cursive English with an ordinary pen.

Xue Yingying did what Grandpa Zhou expected, caring for Zhou Xuerong.And Xu Minglang just asked him to play football if he had nothing to do, took him to the river to touch fish, and went swimming in the reservoir.He never asked about Zhou Xuerong's aphasia, nor his life experience, he always filled his mind with a bunch of interesting things from the outside world, so that he had no time to immerse himself in the pain.

Even when he stuttered and spoke for the first time, the other children who were playing together were shocked, saying that it was "the first time a dumb man spoke", but Xu Minglang didn't have much reaction, saying, "What's the matter?" Big deal", but looking at him was full of surprises.

Such a smiling expression subverted his perception of Xu Minglang.In his impression, Xu Minglang is the king of children who went to heaven and earth, and his big brother who always loves to play tricks on him. His personality is as bright as his name suggests, but under the background of Xue Yingying, he is not too careful.

Zhou Xuerong had known Xu Minglang for a long time before he gradually understood his ways.

His learning ability is amazing, and he can keep up with the school curriculum in just one year.Strange to say, he also loves to study. He enjoys the fulfillment of being filled with books and test papers. He is always very focused when doing the questions, and half a day can pass in a blink of an eye.

But this is only one of them. There is another reason. He has never revealed it to anyone. It is because he likes to be praised by his grandfather, classmates and teachers after handing out the test papers, which makes him feel very satisfied.He hopes that life can be as simple as solving problems. As long as you keep the knowledge points in mind and overcome each problem, you can get applause and love.

This sense of satisfaction made him feel very useful, which is why he was a top student all the way through his studies.

At that time, Xue Yingying and Xu Minglang were already in the second year of junior high school, and the curriculum was no longer the same as that of the first year of junior high school. In order to link up with the primary school curriculum, the difficulty was reduced.They feel like they have suddenly entered a new world, and now it takes almost double the time to master those monster functions and grammar puzzles that took an hour to learn.

The three of them would do their homework in front of the stone table in the yard after returning home. Seeing Zhou Xuerong's vigorous writing without raising her head, Xue Yingying was envious and jealous, and often lamented how there are people who are born to love learning in the world.Xu Minglang said that in two years, when Zhou Xuerong is also in the second year of junior high school, he will be addicted to love and video games, and will not care about homework and exams.

The two quarreled again, but Zhou Xuerong never looked up, or in other words, he didn't hear what the two were saying at all.

After Zhou Xuerong finished her homework, she opened her book and began to review.Xu Minglang looked at him and said, "You are such a weirdo. Whether the game is not fun or the comics are not good-looking, you have no interest at all." He also said, "The speed of your progress is terrible. I doubt that you used to say that you It’s a lie if you haven’t been to school.”

Xue Yingying threw a hygienic ball and said, "You don't understand this, can Xiaoxue be like us, my parents have said that mixed races are born smart, that's called winning together..."

Xu Minglang's face sank and he shook his head lightly.In a blink of an eye, they began to complain that their homeroom teacher was too busy, the emotions were so passionate, and the words were so indignant that it was impossible to see that the words were used to change the topic.

Zhou Xuerong suddenly felt that the knowledge in front of him had become garbled codes, and he couldn't bear to read it any longer. A kind of enthusiasm surged in his heart, making him want to say something.

In fact, everyone knows his life experience.His biological father raped and murdered more than a dozen girls. This is news that shocked the world. How could they not know about it?The only one who survived was a Chinese girl. She came from an artistic family, and her father was a well-known sculpture artist in the country.Whether it's the surname, the time when he went abroad, or the mixed-race child who suddenly appeared around him, they all point to him.

Everybody knows.

On weekdays, Zhou Xuerong only played with the group of children under the leadership of Xu Minglang, but he never heard anyone talking about him, nor did he receive special care from Xu Minglang.

He suddenly understood why Xu Minglang never asked him about the past.

It turned out that it wasn't his carelessness, but his gentleness.