Ruyizhai

No one spoke.Wu Xingchen looked back, this room No. 278 is not big, the kitchen, living room and bedroom are all open plan, looking around, the field of vision is crowded with furniture and various small ornaments, old pictorials can be seen everywhere on the tables, chairs and sofas There are also several magazines and ashtrays. There are some clothes hanging on the Chinese screen. Inside is an American Air Force jacket embroidered on the back. It is an old item and there are many flowers. Yes, but there is a high probability that it is a virtual projection. Wu Xingchen also saw an electric fan, which was older than the US military jacket. The floor of the room was covered with black and white grid tiles, and the kitchen was replaced with a wooden floor. The faucet of the sink was not turned off properly, and it kept dripping. There was a glass in the sink, and a window was opened above the sink. The window was covered with cellophane. I couldn’t see what was behind the window. There were some pots and pans. Pots sit on wooden stands above the window frames.Another long strip window was opened near the bed. The window was open, and outside the window were red and green neon lights, and beyond the neon lights was the purple night sky.The trams passed by with the tinkling of electric bells, and with the sound of the electric bells came the scent of apple blossoms.

On a certain early summer night in the Showa era, the bell swayed, and the fragrance sneaked into the 31st century.

A piece of pink light fell on the water-green bedside table, and also fell on the instep of a man with long hair.This person had no shoes on his feet, his feet were close together, and his hair grew straight to his ankles—Wu Xingchen couldn't tell whether this person was a man or a woman, and the long-haired man had an indistinguishable face.The long-haired man was originally sitting on the edge of the bed with his body bowed, but Wu Xingchen stood there for 2 minutes. After he was silent, he leaned his neck forward a little, resting on the bed with one hand, his face was separated from the peach-pink light. , stained with the smoky, hazy yellow light of the room.

People with long hair are also beautiful.Like Ruyi Zhai.

The room is filled with the smell of artificial orange essence, which is a bit hot.

"What's that in your hand?"

The long-haired man spoke, it was obviously a man's voice, Wu Xingchen also saw his Adam's apple.This is a man.

Wu Xingchen said, "Milk." He added, "Fresh."

"Do you want something to drink?"

Wu Xingchen asked: "Can this be used as a payment?"

The man smiled, got out of bed, walked up to Wu Xingchen smoking a cigarette, brushed his long hair aside and hung it on his right shoulder—Ruyizhai also liked to do this.

The man bent down, put one hand into the tin bucket, picked up a pinch of milk, took two sips, raised his eyes, looked at Wu Xingchen, and said, "You're lucky, there just happened to be no milk in the refrigerator."

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, wiped his hands on his clothes, and took a puff of a cigarette—his smoking behavior was exactly the same as that of 000—the same as that of Ruyizhai.

Wu Xingchen asked him: "Put it here?"

The man nodded and sat down on the sofa.Wu Xingchen put the tin bucket on the ground and sat down on the sofa.He secretly looked at the man, the man didn't speak, he smoked a cigarette in a leisurely manner, occasionally patted his clothes, and occasionally glanced at the ground, his spirits faded and listless - these are also the two expressions that often appear on Ruyizhai's face, if Everything in the Buddha Cave is not a dream. What the Buddha, the Dharma Protector, and the Demon King said is true. Ruyi Zhai has lived in the world for thousands of years. What kind of things and people have he never seen before? Woolen cloth?Of course he was not interested in anything.

The demon king also said that Ruyizhai had experienced love calamity.

He had loved someone.What kind of person does he love?

Wu Xingchen suddenly asked the man: "Do you like me?"

The man smiled and said, "I like it."

"Because I gave you milk?"

The man was smoking, picked up the ashtray on the coffee table, placed it on his lower abdomen, shook the ash, blinked and said, "Oh, why do you say that."

Really hypocritical.True or false.A man's smile is a hypocritical smile, and a man's tone is flattering, and then the man will say some sweet words to please him, so that he will be devoted to him and willing, so that he will be misunderstood. Thinking that he likes him and loves him, so that he thinks that they are sitting together to pass the time because of the same soul.Light.

Wu Xingchen waited.The man really said: "Not only do I like it, but I also like it, I love it." The man's current appearance is the same as Ruyizhai standing in the burnt antique shop and sighing, feeling that the leak in the house happens to be raining all night, with eyes and voice full of love. Smiling, exactly the same as when asking him if he could go to his house.

Wu Xingchen said: "You lied, we just met for the first time, why do you like and love me so much?"

The man smiled, smoked, and looked at him: "People fall in love at first sight."

Isn't this just talking about his feelings about Ruyizhai?

In a trance, a mermaid with a blue tail, wet hair, and bright eyes swam out of the vain light of the Showa era.Wu Xingchen rubbed his eyes and could only admit: "Yes...you are right..."

Wu Xingchen asked the man again: "Are all the people who come here have genetic defects?"

"What genetic defect? ​​Is having a special need for sex a defect?"

"But it's not normal, isn't it? If it's not normal, you should see a doctor. Is this a hospital?" Wu Xingchen said, covering his face.The tone of the man's speech has also started to resemble Ruyizhai's, from soft to blunt, because they agree with each other and have different opinions. Whenever this happens, Ruyizhai will definitely speak in a hard, contemptuous, and disdainful tone His reason.His reasoning is not the reasoning of the world, Wu Xingchen is not clear, he has read so many ancient books, and he has never read the principles that Ruyi Zhai said.How can he have the same way of thinking and the same logic of thinking as a person who has lived for thousands of years?Can he also live a thousand years?Can he also encounter a love disaster?After the love disaster, will he still love him?

Wu Xingchen said: "What is love?"

The man said, "Pheromones, dopamine, adrenaline."

Wu Xingchen laughed: "You really look like him."

"That's what they all say," the man said.

"They?" Wu Xingchen put down his hand, "I haven't said who he is yet, so who are you talking about?"

The man leaned on the sofa with a smile, stretched his waist, and looked at the window with squinted eyes: "Oh, they... Oh, I don't need to know who you are talking about, don't people always come to find their own hearts Is it the one who can't catch it?"

"I see." Wu Xingchen looked at the man: "You are an actor, you are both actors, no wonder I think you are very similar to him, your occupations are very similar, so the temperament is inevitably close."

Wu Xingchen looked at the man carefully, and he laughed: "You are not him."

After saying these words, Wu Xingchen's stomach pounded, and the man patted him: "Do you want to eat something?"

Wu Xingchen smiled even more happily, and nodded vigorously: "Can I exchange a bucket of milk for food?"

The man also smiled, biting his cigarette and going to the kitchen, took out some sandwiches from the refrigerator, a bottle of champagne, half a can of caviar, and gave them all to Wu Xingchen.He also found a glass vase with a plastic iris flower in a corner of the kitchen, and placed it on the coffee table in front of Wu Xingchen.

Wu Xingchen opened the champagne, took two gulps, hiccupped, grabbed the sandwich and devoured it hungrily.The man stood aside with an ashtray, looked at him, and said, "Have you not eaten for a few days?"

Wu Xingchen shook his head: "It didn't take long, but I was suddenly very hungry."

He took another two sips of champagne, swallowed the sandwich in his mouth, opened the caviar again, scooped out two spoonfuls, sandwiched it in another ham sandwich, and took a big bite.The man smiled, said nothing, and walked to a vinyl record player to play music.

A woman's voice came out, singing a song that Wu Xingchen could not understand.

The man was walking around in the room, it seemed that Wu Xingchen had already left and had long since ceased to exist. He listened to music alone, watched the scenery outside the window, went to the toilet, made coffee, and stared at the water falling drop by drop from the clepsydra. The coffee was in a trance, sometimes he didn't know what interesting things to think of, he smiled, most of the time he was bored, so bored that he stepped on his shadow on the ground, the shadow hid under the bed, he couldn't step on it, he and himself In a fit of anger, he stumbled and fell on the bed. After lying on the bed for a while, he was no longer angry, and he was still bored, so he started to read magazines, holding his chin and puffing out smoke rings.

A wall light on the bedroom ceiling consists of three bluebell-bud-shaped shades.

The smoke rings from the man's breath can fly to those flower buds.The man was playing glass marbles on the bed boredly, a marble fell to the ground and rolled to Wu Xingchen's feet.The man didn't seem to see him, and came over to pick up the marbles by himself.

This is still Ruyi Zhai...

Aren’t the coffee drippers, glass marbles, magazines, shadows, and landscapes the same as those books, vases, and oil paintings in his antique shop?

Men can't see him, if he doesn't exist, Ruyi Zhai can't see him either.

Wu Xingchen had enough to eat and drink, but his spirit fell into a great emptiness, and his mood was gloomy again. There is no Ruyi Zhai in No. 278, and there is a person in No. 278 that people can't catch.This is Ruyi Zhai.Someone he can't catch.He can't even find him.

Wu Xingchen looked at the man who was lying on the bed again. It was raining outside, and the raindrops reflected on the man, casting black spots one after another.The man moved, and the black dots disappeared.Everything is superficial.

Wu Xingchen was suddenly curious: "What do the people who come to your place do?"

The man shrugged and said, "They will do whatever you do."

"do nothing?"

"You can do anything." The man raised his head and smiled, "There is a K room here."

"Does it mean trustworthy?"

The man blinked and said, "Yes."

"What is she singing?" Wu Xingchen asked.

"I don't know, maybe it's more beautiful and interesting if I don't know." The man said, sitting up and smoking a cigarette, "Do you want to change some music?"

According to the communication habits of new humans, what the man said meant that he was about to start playing other records.Sure enough, the man went to change a record, and now, the man started playing Berlioz's "Symphony Fantastique".

Crying seems to be heard in the grand and grand symphony.

A man stands by a record player and plays with a small, dainty model dog.Wu Xingchen asked again: "What is love..."

He said: "This is a symphony created by Berlioz to pursue an actress, but later, he and her separated... Love is so short, so people should love each other as much as possible when they are in love, and when they are not in love." Just let go, let's separate, let the memory of love last forever, let the other party become an eternal lover, otherwise the love will turn into hatred, otherwise the lover will become an enemy, the lover will go crazy, go mad, and need treatment..."

"Symphony Fantasia" continued to play, and it was full of passion at this time, but Wu Xingchen's voice was so low that it was almost silent.He couldn't even hear what he was saying, his ears were filled with musical notes, and the word "love" was tied on his heart.

There are so many gestures in this word, it's really difficult to write, and it can't be drawn with one stroke. The nursery teacher said that this is the only word that every child needs to learn before leaving the nursery. Everyone understands it, but they don't know how to write it. Write, now you must learn to write it.Every child in the nursery has spent a lot of time learning this word. They learn it one by one, and say it silently in their hearts. The concept of "love" is repeated in their minds over and over again. Hovering, they learn this word, "love" will take root in their hearts, they will love, and they will know how to love.

"But I don't understand now, I can't let him go, I..." Wu Xingchen looked up at the man, "Do you know what I'm talking about?"

"What am I talking about?" The man tried hard to make the sound "I", which seemed a little funny.

"I am not my name." Wu Xingchen said, he wrote in the air, "My name is Wu Xingchen... Maybe you have seen my arrest warrant, I..."

He paused, and suddenly jumped up from the sofa: "I know! What Clara said! The way to read the memory! Of course, of course it is different, because my body, my body is full of Ruyizhai, because I am not Wu Xingchen anymore, I am me, and the word me is what Ruyizhai told me!"

The man seemed a little dazed, but Wu Xingchen seemed to be enlightened. He figured it out. Regarding the mistakes in his memory, it was "Wu Xingchen" who was reading the memory in the past, but now "I" was reading the memory. Pronouns, the difference between the two is that "I" is a pronoun that Wu Xingchen worked hard to learn because he wanted to get close to Ruyi Zhai. This pronoun has been used for a long time. Wu Xingchen" became "I", and the Ruyizhai that shaped "I" disappeared, just like those statues that creators could not find, "I" fell on the side of the road, broke, and moss climbed up " On the surface of "I", even "I" is confused, and I don't know who I am. When reading memory, I will naturally trace back to the creator and find myself. Instinct, choose to forget Ruyizhai's departure, choose to believe that "I" has not been abandoned, "I" has not been left behind, so the memory of "I" will be incoherent and jumpy.

Wu Xingchen shouted: "It's time to jump out of 'I' and think about the whole thing! The case has been solved!"

He looked at the time, it was getting late, he had to go to Clara.