[Light Cut] Dwelling Skin

The weather was warm, they had just returned from the supermarket, and with a bunch of wine bottles in their arms, they drove back to Minamoto Raimiko's house.

Onikiri moved the wine from the rear compartment into the house, those fat, slender bottles and cans, gurgling and shaking, with red or golden liquid in their stomachs.

At this moment, Minamoto Raimitsu asked him suddenly:

"Do you have anything else to do later?"

"It's nothing." Onikiri replied, thinking that he was asking the question knowingly, the answer to this question was already predestined, even if he really had something later, for him, he would definitely refuse without thinking.

"Come out for a walk with me." Minamoto Raimiko said.

He and Yuan Laiguang were walking on the street, the sun was so hot that people were sweating a little. Guiqiu realized that the sky was clearer than ever at this time, and it was blue; The lightness level of the canopy, because according to the month on the calendar, spring is coming soon.

In fact, he had an illusion—the sky was not brighter than usual, and he felt this way because of his joyful mood at the moment.

At the subway station, Minamoto Raimiko suggested to go to a place farther away to relax, so they, like everyone else, got on the light rail amidst the bustling crowds and drove to the suburbs. After five or six stops, they finally found a place to sit. down.

From the glass window, Onikiri can see that the residential area is becoming more and more sparse, the site is becoming more and more open, and the plants planted everywhere, because of the fine weather, are as shiny as varnish.

Minamoto Raimitsu touched Onikiri's hand, and he was startled.

"Please don't do this." Onikiri said in a low voice.

"why?"

"It's not good to be seen." He warned that there were other people sitting in the car, and Minamoto Raimitsu should probably keep an appropriate distance from him.

"You don't like it?" Minamoto asked.

"That's not it," he said, "it's just..."

Minamoto, however, had already held his hand.

"Then it doesn't matter."

He said in a brisk tone.

Onikiri was absent-minded for a moment, until the train drew near, and a group of boys carrying schoolbags and wearing school uniforms rushed forward—fortunately, his hurried movements of returning to normal were blocked by the high back of the chair, and he was not noticed.

"We should go," he said, ashamed of his recklessness.

Minamoto Raimiko didn't say a word, the two stood up together, turned their bodies sideways, and walked out of the crowded crowd.

A boy saw Minamoto Raimitsu's face head-on, was stunned for a moment, then turned his head quickly, and shouted to his companions:

"Look, it's Minamoto Raimiko!"

The crowd immediately became restless because of the name.

But the two of them had already got out of the car, the door was closed, and it was slowly started again; Guiqie looked back, and saw that the group of boys had already rushed to the window glass, squeezing each other, looking in this direction in unison , until the speed of the train increases and gradually goes away.

"The popularity is really high."

When they walked through an underground passage full of bright graffiti, Onikiri said in a low voice, his voice buzzed in the damp and dark passage, creating a faint echo.

"Don't be so sure."

"why?"

Minamoto Raimitsu smiled: "Maybe they actually hate me, who knows?"

Onikiri always felt that there was something in Minamoto Raimitsu's words, he suspected that Minamoto Raimitsu might still be holding grudges for what happened just now, but he couldn't see anything strange from his face—then, the two of them went out of the tunnel , went to the ground, and saw the sun again.

The scenery on the ground was very strange to Onikiri.

He first saw a deserted field, which seemed to have been neglected for a long time, overgrown with weeds, and the winding road cut through it, dividing the land into irregular small pieces.

Except for the occasional passing vehicle, they can hardly see the shadow of pedestrians;

In stark contrast to the bleak scene of the field, there is a dense green forest in the distance, which is high and low, undulating like waves. It is the largest green space in the southwest of the city. Green space resources", therefore, this green space is surrounded by a cordon and guarded, and ordinary citizens are not allowed to enter.

Onikiri and Minamoto Yorimitsu were walking along the path beside the field, passing by a few dilapidated storefronts, which were empty, and the signboards hung down obliquely, and the words "bakery" and "seafood shop" on it had been blurred by dust unclear.

Onikiri looked at those shops and tried to imagine what they used to be like. Maybe the basket at the cash register was filled with solid and heavy cupcakes, maybe there were fishy octopus and rainbow trout lined up on the ice, Now they are all destroyed in the war.Where are the people who used to run these shops? —maybe dead, maybe just don’t live here anymore.

Walking to the river near the green land, Minamoto's cell phone rang suddenly.He motioned to Onikiri that he wanted to pick it up, Onikiri nodded, watching him stand by the bridge with his back to him, wandering by the river, kicking the stones on the ground bored.

Immediately, he saw something that surprised him—by the empty river, someone was selling ice water and ice cream.

He couldn't restrain his curiosity, and he walked forward, still feeling incredible, so the first question is still:

"Selling ice cream?"

"Yes."

"Sell here?" Onikiri said, "But almost no one comes."

"Sometimes people come here to fish." The middle-aged man shook his head, "I'll sell them."

"Is there any fish?"

"There are very few, and the river is not as good as it used to be."

"Then why are they still here?"

"I'm used to it," he said. "That's their pastime. Those people always came before the war. Now, although there are fewer people, it's still the same."

"So you just wait here."

"If there are people who are fishing, there must be people who sell ice cream to them." The stall owner said, "I know those guys very well. If they come when they don't see me, I think they might not even catch the fish." It’s not good at fishing either.”

He raised his rough hand and patted the rusty old freezer lightly.

There are always some people who still retain their love for old things.

For some reason, this sentence suddenly popped up in Onikiri's mind. This is when his relationship with Minamoto Raimitsu was no longer normal, and he began to boldly laugh at Minamoto Raimitsu's old-fashioned collection habits. Minamoto Raimitsu Said to him.

At this moment, the stall owner saw Minamoto Raikou not far away, opened his eyes wide, then looked at Onikiri, and lowered his voice:

"I know that guy."

"It's normal to know that gentleman."

"No, I mean, that guy used to come here for walks by the river."

"is it?"

"Yes," said the stall owner, "he and another young man, for a while, often came here for a walk and sometimes to fish."

Onikiri's heart beat violently.

"How do you remember so clearly?"

"They always come here before dusk, when all the fishermen have left. As soon as I'm about to pack up and go back, that guy will come to me and buy me an ice cream."

"He likes to eat ice cream?" Onikiri began to doubt, because in his memory, he had never seen Minamoto Raimitsu showing interest in this kind of cold sweets.

"He doesn't even touch it." The middle-aged man pointed to Minamoto Raimitsu, and continued to say what ghosts don't want to hear, "He always gives to that person."

He clenched his hands tightly, fingertips sinking into the flesh, cold as frost.

"Can I have two ice creams?" he said, trying to sound calm.

He walked towards Minamoto Raimitsu with two cones in his hands. Minamoto Raimitsu was still holding his mobile phone. When he heard his footsteps, he said "Let's talk tomorrow" in a low voice, and turned towards him; Seeing, there was a slight confusion in Minamoto Raikou's eyes for a moment, but like a spark, it disappeared as if it never existed in the blink of an eye.

He held up that snow-white sweet, and said with a smile:

"I invite my husband to eat ice cream, do you want to eat it, sir?"

"Where is it?"

"It was created by magic."

"Of course I have to try it."

Minamoto Raimitsu's hand touched his, and he suddenly felt sore, he quickly took a few steps to the side, turned his head away, and took a hard bite of the cone, biting the crispy skin until it creaked.

"Why do you have to go so far?" Minamoto Raimitsu asked him.

"I'm afraid of being close together, the body temperature is too high, and the ice cream will melt." He deliberately said in a rough voice.

"Really." Minamoto Raimiko looked at him and frowned at him, "But you eat all over your face."

"Where?" he said, momentarily forgetting his sadness, rubbing his nose with the back of his hand.

"here."

Minamoto pointed to the corner of his mouth.

As soon as he was about to wipe it, Yuan Laiguang leaned towards him and threw the ice cream in his hand under the bridge.Under the sun, the half-melted cone drew a beautiful parabola and fell into the water with a plop.

"Don't eat?"

"Eating this is enough."

Minamoto bent down and kissed the corner of his mouth.

This time, he didn't dodge and exchanged a creamy sweet kiss with Minamoto Raimitsu.

They left the river and came to the edge of the woods. Sure enough, they saw someone guarding the cordon. They were wearing overalls, badges, and holding electric guns, standing like wooden stakes; Watch the caretakers from afar.

"You said, if you go and say something nice, will they let us in?" Onikiri said.

While they were looking at the caretakers, those people's eyes were also fixed on them.

"Looks like it won't work."

"You're a big shot, I think you've got a way."

Minamoto Raimitsu smiled: "You think of me as omnipotent."

"Isn't it?" he asked rhetorically.

Minamoto Raimitsu stepped forward, talked to the guards, and finally showed his ID and asked him to let them in.

"We just want to see what the green fields look like," Minamoto insisted.

"Okay, sir," said the caretaker, "but only one of you will be allowed in today."

"Then let my companion go in." Minamoto Raimitsu shrugged, "I'll come again next time."

Onikiri was walking in the woods. The ground under his feet was full of moisture, moist and soft, exuding the aroma of humus and grass. He glanced at his shoes, which were covered with mud. However, compared to the hard and clean concrete road, this more pleasant.

With a sacred heart, he carefully moved his steps along the paths between the trees. What is amazing is that these artificially stepped paths are still clearly visible after such a long time of neglect. And exist deeply.

A caretaker walked in front of Onikiri, turning his head from time to time to observe where he went.

He is not showing me the way.Guiqie thought, suddenly feeling a rebellious boredom.He just didn't want me to step outside the bounds of the rules.

Do not cross the line.

"Sorry, sir." Onikiri said, "I'm in a hurry."

The caretaker turned around and wrinkled his nose: "That's where it's going to be."

"You can't stare at me like that."

The caretaker stared at him for a while, as if to expose his tricks, he let himself look like an ignorant tourist, with simulated urgency and pain on his face.

"Okay." The caretaker said, "Come on."

He walked a few tens of meters away, stood under a tree, turned his back to Onikiri, and did not move; Onikiri immediately tiptoed over in the other direction, his heart filled with the joy of being free.

By the time the caretakers noticed, Onikiri had disappeared from sight.

The ghost didn't know where he had gone.A tall wire wall appeared in front of my eyes, and through those meshes, the river was still gurgling outside the wall, shining golden light.

He was a little puzzled, and soon remembered that this was the river where he and Minamoto Raimitsu had kissed, so he stepped forward, wanting to see the scenery of the river again, when something brushed against his face Face: A soft cloth.

So he raised his head, and there were three corpses hanging from the top of the barbed wire.