Cannibalize

Kind fingers caressed his cheeks.

It was simply too cold, too un-human temperature.Although it is not that scary, but it feels different when it is really close... The feeling of being stared at by reptiles came out again!Xiao Che couldn't help trembling and wanted to back away.Natural fears and suspicions tormented his nerves like leftover residue.Cold sweat broke out on his back, and he was thinking about how to defend and how to attack.

However, when he heard the boy's approaching, slow breathing sound, and smelled the gradually melting, diffuse fragrance, his thinking slowed down again.

The boy's fingers gently stroked the side of Xiao Che's face, as if he was comforting a frightened baby.Xiao Che could feel that the distance between the two of them was getting closer and closer.

That hoarse, quiet voice was like a mantra, slow and gentle, soothing Xiao Che's heart bit by bit.His breath mixed with his own.

"Xiao Che, don't be afraid."

Hearing such a voice, Xiao Che became completely calm.

Not a trace of fear.

Not a trace of anxiety.

This feeling turned out to be happiness and peace of mind.

Then, the young man's slightly cold forehead was pressed against Xiao Che's.

NIGHT14

It was a drop of water, rendered in pure, refreshing green.

It grows on a fresh leaf, and then rolls down quietly until it hits the sticky darkness with a "da", splashing circle after circle of golden-green ripples.

Seeing that the surrounding green became more and more intense, it finally melted the sticky black.

Xiao Che's eyes widened.

Because he found himself sitting on a large grassland.

I don't know what's going on, my vision is quite hazy.I can only notice that the dense grass is as high as the chest, with bright white flowers blooming on it, rippling with the wind.The nose seemed to be blocked by something, and I couldn't smell the fragrance. An inexplicable feeling of fear and pain came to my heart.

Only then did he notice a little boy standing in front of him.Black hair and white clothes.

"Xiao Che, don't cry."

cry?

Xiao Che touched his face with his hand, and sure enough, it was full of tears.Then, he was surprised to find that his hands were so small...

Are you dreaming?

So, it's about childhood dreams?

So who is this person?Why can't I see clearly no matter how hard I wipe my eyes?

Xiao Che opened his mouth, but couldn't speak.

I saw the boy with a vague face squatting in front of Xiao Che, gently cupping his face with those warm hands until his forehead was pressed against his.

A few drops of hot liquid fell on Xiao Che's cheeks, and the boy's hands were shaking.

It's so strange, he is obviously afraid, why should he comfort others.

Just as Xiao Che was thinking this, the boy's immature and hoarse voice came.His voice was intermittent: "Xiao Che, don't be afraid. You are me... I am you... I... I will definitely protect you."

……

When Xiao Che woke up, his head was dizzy.

After being confused for a long time, he realized that he was lying on a soft bed, not his own.The white-haired boy was next to him.

There was a thick collection of paintings on the bed.

The white-haired boy sat on the carpet facing Xiao Che, propped his elbows on the edge of the bed, supported his cheek with his pale left hand, raised the back of his right hand, and was flipping through the messy colored pictures with his two fingertips.

"Are you awake?" The boy didn't raise his eyes when he spoke.

"En." Xiao Che's head was in a mess, and he couldn't quite remember what happened just now.After thinking for a while, I recalled seeing this guy in the piano room before, and then he did some strange things, and that strange dream...

Xiao Che clearly still had questions he wanted to ask, but the bright colors of the atlas attracted him.He leaned over to the young man, stretched out his hand to look through it, and said with a contemptuous smile, "Such an abstract pattern was drawn by a child, right?"

"I drew it." The boy raised his eyes, "I drew it when I was a child."

Xiao Che was taken aback, picked it up unceremoniously and looked at it, and commented while watching: "If you are young, it is still amazing to draw so many, even though it is so abstract hahaha. Well, what is the protagonist? He has a big head and a small body, and he is dressed in brown. A cartoon animal?...Um, what kind of animal? A cat? A monkey? Eh, it’s a bear, right?”

"It's a bear."

"Haha, what are you drawing?"

"fairy tale."

"Um... what did you say?"

The young man thought for a while: "A wish. A story of a little bear working hard for a wish."

"Inspirational fairy tale, how about it?"

In fact, Xiao Che was just asking casually according to the boy's words.

And the young man really raised his eyes, and looked at Xiao Che's eyes through the warm candlelight with those blue-purple eyes. It seemed that this look penetrated into the bottom of his heart: "Do you want to hear me tell you?"

In fact, Xiao Che was not very interested in his story.Besides, he glanced at the wall clock on the wall, it was already four o'clock in the middle of the night, and he was really sleepy.

However, when the young man looked at him like this, he didn't know what was going on. He always felt that if he didn't listen, the young man would be very sad, and he would reveal the feelings he showed in the piano room before, or after being beaten by himself last time. kind of expression.So Xiao Che snorted awkwardly: "Why would I ask you if I'm not interested?"

Sure enough, the boy smiled.

Xiao Che was stunned for several seconds.

Because, it was the first time he saw the boy smile like this.

Before, his smile was always sarcastic, probing, evil, and cruel, but at this moment, he smiled sweetly and innocently like a child.

He lowered his eyes and began to flip through the first page, and his soft, low voice gradually filled the room: "This is a kingdom of teddy bears. Mama Bear, Papa Bear and the two cubs live together and live a happy life. Mama Bear is the prettiest in the city, and she is very virtuous at home. She has a beautiful rose garden, and I heard that even angels will visit there. Papa Bear is a capable businessman. Gifts from all over the place, spices, flowers, sweets, books, everything..."

Xiao Che just propped his head up and listened to the boy tell a story.

Probably because he was too sleepy, the boy's voice became a little blurred, and his expressions and movements were a little unreal.

The yellowish light stained the boy's white hair, softened his complexion, and lightened the bloodshot eyes.Looking at it this way, his soft hair seemed to be plated with a layer of gold, and his face was also full of vigor.

His drooping eyelashes are sometimes calm and sometimes trembling with the flow of his eyes.Leaves a light shadow on the cheeks.

...Damn it.

Why do you think this guy... is pretty good-looking? !

Xiao Che felt that something was wrong with his eyes, so he closed them.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he closed his eyes, sleepiness overwhelmed him.In less than half a minute, he fell asleep.

NIGHT15

Recently, Xiao Che's dreams are no longer erotic or scary.

His dream is beautiful.

He always dreamed of that hazy and somewhat familiar world.In that world, there are small houses, rose gardens, and small towns.There, even if something scary happens, you don't have to worry.Because there is always someone leading you.He ran ahead, took his hand, drilled out the door, walked through the jungle, crossed the creek, from the endless night to the dawn filled with dawn.

In that world, the warm sunshine overflows with the morning glow.Bright red, pink blue, pure white flowers trembled in the golden green grass.Like waking up children, stretching one after another, laughing comfortably in the wind.

After Xiao Che woke up, he would unconsciously raise his hand and observe for a long time.

The heart is empty.

Even though he doesn't quite remember the content of the dream, he can still clearly recall the hand holding him.

That hand was quite warm.

……

Xiao Che gradually realized that he couldn't leave the basement anymore.

During class, when class is over, when playing football, when taking a nap, and even when chatting with classmates, there is always a moment when a strong desire emerges in his heart - to go to the basement to see .

Want to explore the truth, want to seek more specific answers.At the same time, he had an intuition that even if he didn't ask anything, as long as he maintained the status quo, he was gradually approaching the truth.

Occasionally, he will find that his desire is actually more simple.He just wanted to know what they were doing at this very moment...

At this moment, father, are you still sleeping?

Now, what is that boy doing?

He's still playing that old piano by himself?

Are you still reading that weird fairy tale?

Or squatting in a dark, damp room in a daze?

Or, are they entangled with each other, enjoying unknown happiness?

Almost every day, this desire made him itch.

And God seemed to be helping him.

One day, his mother told him with a pale face that due to work, she was going on a business trip for a week, and hoped that Xiao Che would take good care of himself during this week.Xiao Che was overjoyed when he heard it.Every day, he asked the maids to clean and prepare meals within the specified time, and then let them go home.After eating, he ran to the basement.So every day from one to two at noon, after nine in the evening, and even the whole weekend he stayed in the basement.

If we say that I used to go to the basement, it was for the pursuit of sexual stimulation.

So now, the sexual desire is no longer as intense as it used to be. When he goes there, it is more like enjoying music, listening to fairy tales, for conversation, to learn more, or maybe, just to take a nap in the past.Now, he doesn't stay in the same room with his father unless he's dealing with sex/desires, but naturally with the gray hair