Rubik's Cube Seven Days Dream

The kettle on the stove boiled, Zhou Mi brewed a pot of tea and poured a cup for himself and Zhou Xuerong.

The white mist curled up and swayed between the two.

"Am I bad?" Zhou Xuerong shook the teacup, looked at the tea dregs at the bottom of the bowl and pondered, "My so-called love is full of lies, selfishness, and manipulation."

"After we got together, we would occasionally quarrel about this kind of thing. He thought I was too controlling and interfered too much in his making friends. I thought he didn't love me enough, so we stuck tighter. But anyway, after you leave, There are still many people who treat me well, care about me, and love me. I also have a lover, and I feel very happy."

Zhou Mi drooped her brows and said bitterly, "It's my mother's fault. Mother didn't set a good example for you, she often beat and scolded you, which made you not know how to interact with others, it's all mother's fault. …”

"I'm not blaming you. Even if you're not here, I can live a good life." Zhou Xuerong lowered his eyes and raised a smile, "You know? Brother Lang is really good to me, there are too many things that I don't have time for Said, but I know one thing, he actually saw through the real me a long time ago, but he still treats me as before."

"That's not love, it's just longing and gratitude. It's because your mother didn't make you feel love, so you can be moved by a little thing, and fall in love with someone easily..." Zhou Mi took Zhou Xuerong's hand and rubbed it Get up, "Everyone meets a good person in their life, but it's not worth your life..."

"You're not me, so you don't understand how precious that little tenderness is to me." Zhou Xuerong pulled his hand out.

Zhou Mi held Zhou Xuerong's face, forced him to look into each other's eyes, and said very seriously: "Before I was not here, he took care of you for mother, and mother thanked him. Now that I am back, mother will always be with you from now on, okay? ?”

Zhou Xuerong shook his head calmly.

"I miss you too. You never left me. But it's too late. You're dead."

The corners of Zhou Mi's eyes twitched: "What are you talking about, silly boy? Mom is right in front of you."

The middle-aged woman in front of me, with her face intact and still visible, was wearing a floral dress, completely different from the shriveled and nervous woman in her memory.

After many years, he still remembers how Zhou Mi stomped out the flickering fire, and then snatched the match from him.

He has long been used to being beaten and insulted by Zhou Mi for trivial matters, but he rarely sees her crying for him.

"Fire kills. Remember that."

In Zhou Xuerong's eyes, fire is warmth, the light that shines on the soul, and it is definitely not a murder weapon.

It is only because Zhou Mi is a crazy woman that she feels that other people's stares are poison, laughter is a sharp knife, and even the sun shining on her body will make him fester.

She sees everything in the world as a crisis.

But he was wrong.

Two days later, Zhou Mi poured oil on the curtains and sofa, and lit the whole house with a small match.

He didn't know whether he was woken up by heat or choking that night.Through the crack of the door, he could see billowing smoke seeping in. He tried to open the door, but his hand was burned.He yelled "Mom" and "Mom", wrapped the doorknob in cotton pants, and opened the door.

The sky was full of flames and dark gray smoke.He walked to the living room, tears washed the crystals, and he could barely distinguish a figure standing in it.

Zhou Mi also noticed him, looked back, and continued to stand.

He rushed towards Zhou Mi, covered his mouth and nose with his cotton trousers, and wanted to take her out of here together, but he couldn't pull her away.

He thought of the box of matches and what Zhou Mi said.Perhaps from that day on, Zhou Mi wanted to do this.

His heart was full of fear, he would rather fall from a height than die in this dark old house, at least the process of death would not be so long, and he would not be trapped here after death.

The flames licked his neck like a sharp knife, causing him to curl up on the ground in pain and kneel at Zhou Mi's feet.He wanted to get up and open a window, or a door, to escape from this high temperature hell.But he couldn't do it anymore, his strength seemed to have been evaporated, but instead he was getting sleepy, which made him unable to open his eyes.

He really thought he was going to die.

When he opened his eyes again, he was already lying in the flower bed opposite the house. The winter wind was icy cold, but it felt very comfortable on his body.His throat was swollen and sore, the back of his neck was burned, and his wounds were caked with mud.He couldn't move, he could only look at the old house he had lived in for ten years through the gaps exposed by the branches and leaves, burning silently in the sky full of fire.

But now, Zhou Xuerong carefully looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar woman in front of him.

"The real you is dead. You set this place on fire with a match 14 years ago. You killed yourself."

Zhou Mi smiled nonchalantly: "It was the old me who died. Now I am completely new, I am not crazy, I will not beat or scold you, let alone insult you. I want to fulfill the responsibility of a mother, I am here to love your."

"You are you, there is no distinction between old and new." Zhou Xuerong pushed the cup of tea away, "You are now a person who has never experienced the rape and murder case, so you are soft and bright, in good spirits, with a face Beautiful too. But you're not my mother after all."

"I have always wanted to escape a reality. I don't want to admit that I am the son of a rapist, and I don't want to face my mother as a lunatic. Before I met Lang Ge, I often thought how good it would be if I hadn't been born in this world Ah. You won't suffer because of me, and I don't have to suffer, it's the best of both worlds."

"When I was in the second year of junior high school, Brother Lang persuaded me that my identity could never be escaped. Even if I died, I couldn't change it. But at least I can prove that I am different from that man. , I am a good person, so I will never take the initiative to hurt others."

The way Zhou Mi suppressed her smile was very similar to that of Zhou Xuerong: "What are you trying to say?"

"Don't you understand? If you didn't go to the United States to study, if you didn't go to the supermarket to buy discounted chicken that night, if you didn't help that man push the cart, if you didn't encounter everything that I want you to forget..." Zhou Xuerong's lips trembled, "Then where did I come from?"

"I am the son of a rapist and murderer. This is my cause and effect. I cannot escape."

Zhou Mi began to coldly look at the exotic face in front of her. Zhou Xuerong's eyes were long and narrow, and her pupils were light brown. The overly tall figure seemed to awaken the fear in her heart, reminding her of that summer night. The red Ford car on the side of the road, and the handsome devil with the extraordinarily tall green eyes that came out of the door...

"what----"

Zhou Mi backed away with her head in her arms, screaming from the stool legs and the ground.Her eyes were full of fear, and her beautifully shaped fingertips desperately scratched the corners of her lips.

"I was going to leave, but he stopped me and said that my lips are beautiful, and he wanted to taste what it was like..." Zhou Mi twitched all over, panting like he was on the verge of sudden death, "I refused I got it...but he got dizzy...opened my eyes again, he was standing naked, and I was tied up, surrounded by a lot of dirty women...they all No clothes... lips are bitten off..."

"He asked me to dance for him...and put his dirty stuff in my ass..... oh my god, you know what? Those women, a lot of them are dead. .....The living girls tell me that the dead ones don't have pretty lips..."

"He tortured me every day...he chewed my lips like a horse chewed hay, and I watched one girl after another being tortured to death in front of my eyes...why wasn't it me who died? Why ah--"

As Zhou Xuerong listened, she shed tears expressionlessly.

"If only I had died...if only I had died...if only I had died...if only I had died !!!!"

Zhou Mi pressed his lips so that they were dripping with blood, and his turned-out face couldn't cover the orbicularis muscle, and his lips slipped into the rice, making a soft, slippery sound.

"I'm like this... Is it more like your mother?!!"

Zhou Xuerong's whole body was stiff, his face was stern, a tear flowed across the corner of his jaw, and fell on the tablecloth lightly.

He has grown up, but in front of this disfigured woman, he will always be the child who bites his lip and refuses to beg for mercy.

He had to admit the ingenuity of the people behind the scenes.After all, what could be more cruel than letting a son watch his mother self-mutilate and go crazy?