[Light Cut] Dwelling Skin

This place is different from what he imagined.

In the basement is an old-fashioned living room, as if a space that was originally located on the ground has been moved here intact.

He had only seen this kind of living room in old photos before the war. Nowadays, few people would put these original furnishings in their homes.The space was separated by a thin wooden door. The first thing he saw was the old leather sofa in the center, with a tea table in front of the sofa, and there was even a table not far away, with the four legs of the chair next to it Wrap it in a cloth, whoever does it must be afraid it will scratch the floor.

There is a TV on the wall, and a built-in closet underneath. The simulated flame inside is burning, bringing an eerie light to the basement.

All the details show that someone once lived here, full of breath of life.

Minamoto Raimiko was standing by the wall, with his back to him, maintaining his usual decent standing posture, until he heard his footsteps coming in, he turned his head.

"You came."

The expression on Minamoto Raimiko's face made Onikiki puzzled, he smiled, but there was a bit of bitterness in his smile, as if he had bitten a bitter capsule, his eyes were in a trance, but there was no pornographic meaning in it.

Onikiri felt that Minamoto Raimitsu seemed to be looking at another person through his body.

"You must be wondering why I called you here," he said.

Onikiri nodded silently. Before he entered, he thought that what he was about to face was the rumored secret laboratory of a madman of science, or—some kind of long-planned sex game.

However, Minamoto Yorimitsu didn't have the aura of a hunter, nor did he have the sense of superior alienation from the superior to the subordinate; he lowered his head, slightly arched his back, staring at himself, Onikiri even thought that he was Try to lower your posture so that you can look at him on the same level.

"I think……"

Onikiri had never seen Minamoto Raimitsu hesitate like this before, he didn't say a word, in fact he was extremely apprehensive, and at the same time his curiosity reached its peak.

What is he going to do?

"I want to show you something." Minamoto Raimitsu said, as if he had finally made up his mind.

He took a box from the top of the fireplace, and Onikiri's eyes followed his movements until he came over and showed him the contents of the box.

"This is the white hibiscus flower." He pointed to the flower in the box and told him. "After the war, this flower was on the verge of extinction. This is the one I left before the war. I made a specimen of it."

Onikiri looked down at the white hibiscus, he almost wanted to laugh, the corners of his mouth held back from twitching, the muscles in his abdomen straightened up, it turned out that this was the secret of Minamoto Raimitsu, this person, called him in the middle of the night This secret castle came only to show him a withered flower, and it was packed in a box and kept like a treasure.

"Okay," he said, swallowing.

Onikiri could feel Minamoto Raimitsu watching his reaction, and although he felt funny, he still kept his nerves tensed.

"What did it look like when it was alive?" He finally managed to speak, continuing the awkward silence.

When Onikiri asked this sentence, he saw Minamoto Raimiko's expression brighten suddenly, and said, "I'll show you right away."

He cut a vr headset for the ghost.

What caught Onikiri's eyes was a golden lake, rippled by the breeze, and the clouds in the sky were as fluffy as cotton candy.

Someone was boating on the lake, and there was a faint sound of laughter.

Turning the angle of view, there is a thick green bush with snow-white and pink-purple flowers at the foot.

He couldn't help but take a closer look, the camera zoomed in, those petals were wrinkled, layered upon layer, each piece was as thin as sugar paper, through which wisps of sunlight could pass through.

Onikiri took off the headset and returned to the dark basement again, the feeling of contact with reality made him dizzy for a while.

He felt that the scene he saw in vr just now seemed familiar, but he couldn't figure out where this weird sense of familiarity came from.

"I took this one spring before the war," Minamoto said. "How do you feel?"

There was even a tinge of expectation in his tone, Onikiri was completely confused, and panicked at the same time, what answer did Minamoto Raimitsu want to hear?

"The scenery is beautiful." Onikiri whispered, and paused, "But I don't understand why you want to show me this."

Onikiri had never seen Minamoto Raimitsu showing such an expression, like his understatement of praise stabbed a deep knife in his heart.

But in the next second, he took off this sad look, put away the smile that had been hidden in the corner of his mouth since Onikiri came to the basement, and changed into his usual tough and indifferent look.

"I still have a lot of things I want to show you." Minamoto Raimitsu said, "I hope you will come here often."

After that, Onikiri was often called home by Minamoto Raimiko to watch some past videos with him.

The contents of the films are not the same, but they always shoot the minutiae of life.

Small room, flowers and tablecloths on the lawn, snow-white rice balls and seaweed in the bento box, messy and soft sheets, steam on the kitchen glass, and a thick blanket next to the sofa that has been completely stopped. stack of newspapers.

He would also show him old movies, played back in the form of restored film, with noise, mildew, and grime all over the less vibrant images.

Onikiri sometimes guesses that Minamoto Raimitsu may be remembering a certain period of life before the war, but he doesn't know which aspect he is remembering specifically.After all, at that time, Minamoto Yorimitsu was still a nobody, a speck of history like everyone else; now, he is living a good life, respected, everyone has heard his name ;

There is another possibility: Judging from the layout of this basement, he must have lived with someone—that person must have been so close to him that he is still using this method to restore their shared life.

My boss, what a nostalgic person, I wonder.

His imagination is like a sauce, stirring up these fragmented images from the past, adding Minamoto Yorimitsu and another person's face, forming a sour and bitter dish.

With these associations, when he looked at those images later, he would feel a little constricted breathing and a tingling pain in his heart, but he knew that it was not because of the poor quality air in the basement.

Near Onikiri's house, a new female service emulator has arrived.

Every morning, he could see her pushing the cart, briskly walking across the freshly watered road, and expertly refilling each vending machine.

She looks young, maybe just grown up, always wearing the loose work clothes and trousers assigned by the community, her emulator mark is very high, just on the back of the neck, a clear 6477, so that every person passing by Everyone can recognize her identity at a glance.

Onikiri saw that she would secretly fasten the sack-like work clothes tightly, and tie the corners of the clothes into a waist-baring style; she also saw that she would tie her ponytail high, not caring about the shame mark on the back of her neck, Walking briskly across the road, always humming, like any lively young girl.

One day, when Onikiri was passing the intersection, she saw her stooping down, secretly took out a bottle of drink from the car, and placed it next to the sleeping homeless man on the bench.

Her guilty eyes suddenly glanced up, and met Guiqie's gaze.

Onikiri subconsciously turned his head away—the girl had left the cart and hurried after him.

"Please don't report to the police." She looked like she was about to cry, "They will..."

He knew how the police would treat her theft, punishing her with the long-abolished caning.

"I won't." Onikiri said, "Don't worry."

He watched her raise her eyebrows in surprise, bowed quickly to him, and ran back to the trolley.

On the other side of the street, Onikiri saw her turn around, waved to him, and showed that bright, relieved smile again.

Onikiri walked away, feeling more overwhelmed than she was.

Whether it's a simulated human or a human being, every living thing in the world has its own concerns.

So what is the thing that bothers him the most at the moment?

The sixth time I came to Minamoto's house in the middle of the night, this time there was no secret date in the basement, and Onikiri sent Minamoto home after drinking with people from other companies.

When Onikiri was making tea for him in the living room, he turned his head and saw Minamoto Raimitsu had disappeared, so he hurriedly looked for him, only to find Minamoto Raimitsu lying on the bed with his eyes closed and his limbs stretched out. .

At a loss, he carried the cup of steaming tea, walked over, and covered Yuan Laiguang with a quilt.

Minamoto Raikouan quietly let Onikiri to work, and finally said to Onikiri at the moment when he stopped:

"Lie down with me for a while."

Obsessively, he didn't say no right away—and the deadline for refusal passed immediately.

"Just lie down for a while?" he said.

Minamoto Raikou looked at him, smiled, and said:

"of course."

So he took off his own clothes and crawled slowly under the covers, at the other end of the bed, pulling the covers over his bare shoulders.

Without touching or moving, they lay there, as if separated by a river dividing the land, starting and ending with the human body, like Russia's long international line.

Onikir could smell his body, the faint smell of wine and body lotion, with a hint of bitterness in the aldehyde aroma.

"What's that smell?" he said.

"Gentian flowers." Minamoto Raimiko replied, turning his head towards him.

At this time, the voice-activated desk lamp was turned on again during their conversation, and a faint yellow light illuminated Minamoto's face.

Onikiri could feel the heavy heat from Raimitsu Minamoto's body, which was released from the bedding, clearly like the tinder sprinkled on the skin;

A few strands of warm long hair crossed the boundary, gently brushing against his naked collarbone and shoulders.

Minamoto Raimitsu was very proud later on that it was Onikiri who took the initiative first.

He lay facing himself, unsuccessfully trying to hide the redness of his cheeks and ears, and then leaned in, touching him tentatively with tense lips, smelling him.

Minamoto Raimitsu laughed, pulled his hair rope,

At a quarter past twelve, Onikiri just lay down.

By 12:30, he and Minamoto Raimitsu had actually become lovers.