Chapter 74 The dream is about to wake up

Chapter 74 The dream is about to wake up

Kyoto is always full of golden light. When beggars see the urban management, they will easily hide in the corners of the walls at night. The buildings shining in his eyes are sprinkled with gold and made of red banknotes.

I guess at this moment people have already poured out of the office buildings and are wandering in the prosperous commercial street. The riverside is crowded with people and traffic is starting to get congested. The beggar shook the coins in the stainless steel basin twice to make a sound.

No one carries cash when they go out anymore.

The beggar slowly took off his patched coat, unloaded a shabby folding two-wheeler from the trunk of his Cadillac, and quickly drove away from the bustling place. All this had nothing to do with the slow pace around the studio.

Xue Yijie was dreaming.

Dreams have a strong sense of illogicality, being pieced together from fragments, with a sparse rhythm and disordered space.

This time he was very clear-headed and aware that he was dreaming and could think. This feeling reminded him of the charred window frame he had dreamed of last time. He had been watching the sunset, and had watched many sunsets.

This time he was the first to feel sleep paralysis.

His body was lying on the bed in the studio, unable to get up. He struggled desperately to roll off the bed and pick up something from the ground, but the thing was intercepted by a hand halfway. The thing was not important, what was important was the hand - the long purple nails, which were trimmed to be thin and narrow.

As the hand picked up the object, the background changed and the dream unfolded.

His own voice.

"I made a whole wheat sandwich for dinner and tried crab stick tuna as the filling. It should taste good."

"Yeah." Cui Jing picked up the hair tie and tied up her hair before slowly saying, "I changed to Blue Label unhomogenized milk to try a new flavor."

"it is good."

Xue Yijie followed the program set by Cui Jing and said words he didn't even understand, but he felt that the thinking logic was his own. As Cui Jing's cohabitant, he felt it from a first-person perspective, and the two of them lived a happy life like a dream.

Yes, this is a dream.

This was still a memory from before his rebirth, presented in the form of a dream. In the dream, he and she shared dinner together, but outside the dream, on Halloween, he could only imagine the dinner he was not worthy of seeing, looking at the photos taken by Qin Sheng.

The gap between dreams and reality is so huge that life seems like a dream.

He began to feel the world shaking, and every time it did that he was about to wake up from his dream.

"Can you hug me?" He was asking for praise in the dream.

"Wait a minute, my hands are a little dirty." Cui Jing finished eating first and took the plate to the kitchen. She rinsed it with water and put it in the sink. She took a small towel to lift the handle of the hot teapot.

"It smells so good... Would you like a cup? It's also new tea leaves."

"Ah, is this the one you saw online last time? It's here so soon."

“I was a little surprised, too.”

They were still having some trivial conversation, it was too late.

Xue Yijie was a little anxious.

"It's too late." he said aloud.

"What do you mean it's too late?" Cui Jing was still looking at him in confusion. Xue Yijie rushed over and hugged her with all his strength.

"The dream is about to end."

Woke up and there was no one around me.

……

Cui Jing received a call from an unknown number while she was sleeping. She subconsciously took out the phone and answered it. Qin Sheng was outside catching a bus, so she turned off the Do Not Disturb function to avoid missing the call if something happened.

"Hey?"

The man's voice was slightly drunk, "I miss you a little."

Cui Jing closed her eyes and identified it for a while, "Xue Yijie?"

"I'm sorry, I...I drank a little and disturbed you."

"Yeah." Cui Jing put the phone against her cheek, unable to open her eyes. She heard a few noises coming from the other side. Combined with what he just said about drinking, it should be a wine bottle that fell to the ground and broke.

Then there was another series of crackling noises, and Xue Yijie gasped. Cui Jing half woke up from her dream, and asked softly with a confused mind: "Xue Yijie? Are you okay?"

"I'm OK."

Over there, Xue Yijie smiled as she pulled out the piece of glass stuck in her palm and placed it on the floor. The brown glass was stained with blood, and the blood dripped onto the ground, forming flat jagged edges.

Will she come?

"Sorry to bother you." When people speak with a smile, their tone is gentle.

"Indeed."

Cui Jing listened to his gentle voice and forced herself to check her phone. It was already past seven o'clock. So late? It wasn't too late, but sleeping until after seven o'clock was late. I probably wouldn't be able to fall asleep later.

There was no movement from her side, so Xue Yijie tripped over a small stool and let herself fall to the ground with an expressionless face. She used her elbow to support herself so as not to hit her face, but the wine bottle was knocked around and rolled everywhere.

"boom--"

"Xue Yijie?"

"I... I'm fine, just a little dizzy. I wasn't paying attention just now and fell in the studio." The call was interrupted.

The blood from Xue Yijie's palm soaked his entire cuffs, and he went to lie down in the bathtub and run some hot water.

If you want to see her, you should be clean.

Cui Jing called but the call was not connected. She lifted the blanket and was filled with doubts.

Is he really okay?

Cui Jing turned on the TV and checked the message from Qin Sheng. Qin Sheng sent her a picture of the high-speed train she was taking. The high-speed train station was crowded during the day. She squatted on the ground with a pre-made sandwich on her knees, which consisted of two slices of dry bread with an egg and a bottle of Nongfu Spring next to it.

[Teacher Qin]: This egg tastes like plastic when you chew it.

When Qin Sheng was around, Cui Jing took her from high-end restaurants to small eateries, eating different kinds of food, and had a miserable time on the road alone.

"Now that you're back, sister will treat you to a big meal." Cui Jing sent a voice message with a smile.

She went to the bathroom to wash her face. The water that came out was cold. She picked up a towel and wiped her face. When the cold towel touched her face, she suddenly felt a little hot.

I went into the room and touched the electronic thermometer.

normal.

Cui Jing found a bag of Isatis root, and her originally resistant heart melted away along with the stirring powder. The warm and slightly medicinal licorice-flavored syrup went down her throat. It wasn't very tasty, but it soothed her body and mind.

She replayed the contrast between Xue Yijie before and after in her mind, her coquettish drunken words and her sober gentle words. The latter seemed too deliberate and a bit fake.

Two pieces of information.

1. Location: Studio.

2. If you drink alcohol, there is a high possibility that you will fall down at the same time as the bottle breaks.

But he is not an old grandfather or grandmother in his seventies or eighties who cannot get up after falling down.

The protagonist will not die easily from being drunk.

Cui Jing thought about it and made a few more phone calls. She put a bottle of pepper spray and an alarm in her bag, picked up the bag, went out of the garage and turned on the navigation.

The studio is not remote. On the contrary, the one-way asphalt road facing the outside is busy with people coming and going. The street on the studio's side is lined with old shops. Going further ahead, there are large tracts of green space and fewer shops. The orange lights under the tall trees bring a unique tranquility.

Cui Jing stopped at the studio, opened the car window and looked at the open window upstairs. It was dark inside.

I continued to call Xue Yijie, but the call didn't go through.

Cui Jing took the elevator up. There seemed to be a studio opposite, but it was probably unused, with dust on the glass door. She pressed the doorbell for a long time but nothing happened. Just when she was about to call the police but was denied due to the conditions, the door opened.

A smell of blood and grass rushed into the nose.

"Why are you here!" A surprised voice sounded, and a man walked out of the ink-black studio. Under the light from the corridor, he had a jade-like and golden appearance, and his face was flushed.

She was wearing a pair of thin, slightly wet, whitish blue pajamas with an American retro baby carriage bear printed on it. Her clothes were open, revealing her naked body like mutton-fat jade with water marks on it. Her abdominal muscles were beautifully textured, and a clear mermaid line was immersed in the loose pajamas.

Was he just taking a shower?

Cui Jing took a few steps back and moved her eyes up to his face.

Xue Yijie raised his hand and touched his hair. After touching it once, he was about to touch it again. Cui Jing was shocked and grabbed his hand, "Your hands are all blood."

It was all over my hair.

His shapely fingers were held, his palm open.

The irregular wound was shocking, the surrounding skin was soaked in water and turned white and turned inside out, and the blood that had squeezed out of the swollen wound was diluted by the water on the skin into a thin red.

Cui Jing got closer and the smell of grass and trees became stronger. She had also used this shower gel before.

"Am I dreaming?" Xue Yijie looked at her intently for a few seconds, then turned on the light next to the door, and Cui Jing's face was immediately illuminated.

It turns out it wasn’t a dream.

She really came.

Cui Jing saw the studio behind him clearly. There were many paintings stacked against the wall, the table was in a mess, and several bottles of red wine were rolling in the hall, with bottle fragments scattered around. She had Xue Yijie's movements in her mind.

It is not a good idea to take a shower right after drinking.

"I called you a few times but couldn't get through, so I came to see how much you drank."

Xue Yijie was in a daze in front of the shoe cabinet, her face flushed with drunkenness, which was particularly beautiful. He rushed to the tea bar without saying a word and brought her a glass of water, his eyes suddenly reddened.

"I don't have any shoes to change into. Don't leave. I'm not drunk."

The classic quote "I'm not drunk" came out, and she still said she was not drunk. Cui Jing took the cup and went in in a daze.

"this is for you."

Xue Yijie brought a long flat gift tied with a beautiful ribbon. Whatever he touched was stained with blood, and the beautiful wrapping paper was stained shockingly.

You can tell that this shape is a painting without even looking at it.

"Don't move. Your hand is bleeding, did you know that?" Cui Jing put the things aside and pulled Xue Yijie to sit on the sofa.

"I know. Legs, too."

Cui Jing lowered her head and saw that the knees of his pajamas were also stained with blood. She felt a surge of sympathy for him.

How do you make yourself like this?

"Do you have iodine? Where's the gauze?"

"I don't like him, Cui Jing."

"I didn't ask you that." Cui Jing felt that he was quite drunk. Her mind told her that she shouldn't talk nonsense to him. "Why are you so drunk?"

"I blocked him a long time ago."

He could still be released even if he was blacklisted, "Forget it, where's your medicine box?"

"I refused every time he came to me."

The more you reject the emotion, the deeper it becomes.

Cui Jing gave up asking him, it was irrelevant. She began to rummage around in the small studio. Xue Yijie was very clingy after drinking, following him everywhere, without the usual sense of propriety. Cui Jing had difficulty walking, stepped back and stepped on his shoe, and bumped into his arms.

"Xue Yijie, button your clothes." Cui Jing pressed his abdominal muscles and pushed him away. What a disgrace! It felt good.

Xue Yijie squatted on the ground in autism.

Cui Jing found iodine in the studio, because when sharpening pencils, the knife may cause accidental injuries, and gauze was also prepared.

"Xue Yijie."

Xue Yijie squatted on the ground like a mushroom, with her head buried in her knees, and only her slightly drunk cheeks could be seen.

How could he be so pitiful? And still so well behaved.

Cui Jing squatted down, "Are you a mushroom?"

Unexpectedly, she was hugged tightly in his arms. His breathing and heartbeat were clearly transmitted through Cui Jing's clothes. The breath was clean, and the smell of grass and trees almost made Cui Jing drunk.

She really liked the smell, otherwise she wouldn't have used the same shower gel for so long.

This dry and fragrant herbal wash brings a more realistic sense of being there because of the undried moisture and blood on Xue Yijie's body. The grass and trees are rooted in the earth, and their smell is stimulated after the rain, mixed with the fishy smell of the soil, or the fishy mucus of the snails crawling, all kinds of subtle and complex fishy smells.

The bloody smell on his body awakened the plants and trees.

"Mushrooms don't want to be strangers to you. Mushrooms' bodies are still clean."

Clean? His body is still clean? What is he hinting at? Cui Jing was dizzy and began to think. But this is not a reason for you to hug me.

His body was very hot, and her forehead seemed to be hot as well.

Cui Jing put her hands on his elastic chest. When she couldn't push him away, she pulled at his collar. She gathered her anger and pulled his head down. His fair face was stained with a soft red, his eyes were confused and melancholy, and his lips were dry. Cui Jing raised her head and brushed her lips against his face.

The ambiguity stirred the air and breathing slowed down.

How can she be so...beautiful to look at? Is this the halo that the male protagonist enjoys?

Cui Jing felt that she was being seduced.

No, she is shameless. What is the difference between her thinking and those who turn the tables?

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." Cui Jing apologized to him.

"Did you kiss me just now?" Xue Yijie whispered, her eyes glued to Cui Jing's lips, and she slowly approached, "I want another kiss."

"What happened just now was not a kiss, it was an accident." Cui Jing raised her head and felt that the Isatis root package had no effect at all, otherwise why would she start to feel dizzy.

Xue Yijie didn't listen, "Can you kiss me, Cui Jing?" Xue Yijie kept teasing her, and most of her clothes were pulled off by pushing and shoving, which made Cui Jing look even less like a human being.

"You've been ignoring me these days."

"If I go looking for you, it will only make you further away from me."

"Just because of him?"

Xue Yijie cried.

He actually cried? Cui Jing was about to collapse. What had she done to him?

"Because of him, you're pushing me away."

Cui Jing also pushed him away with force, and he fell to the floor. His eyes, filled with drunkenness and lust, slowly moved from the ceiling to Cui Jing's face. There were faint traces of tears, his chest was open, and his strong and slender body was beautiful.

His eyes seemed drunk but not drunk.

He was already in the game, and the scene in the dream was still in front of him. Why couldn't he see the main meal she was eating? He was only qualified to see the small bread before the meal.

Doesn't she like her body?

"Don't you like my body?"

The large piece of white flesh stung her eyes, and Cui Jing suddenly became angry and said, "Shut up."

Disgusting.

Without saying a word, she grabbed Xue Yijie's baby bear pajamas and squeezed his clothes together tightly, with such force that she almost wanted to strangle him to death. If she had a needle and thread, she would want to sew it up. The shaped and reinforced nails pierced Xue Yijie's chest through the clothes, causing a burning pain.

"Can't you just be... decent?"

"Can't you love yourself a little? Why are you putting on such an expression?"

Her world was shaken quite a bit by this book in those early years.

Same-sex love.

Forced, tragic, explicit and dark descriptions of sex, each of which made her frown and quickly flip through the details, feeling pity and lamentation, and feeling resentful and angry. However, she would no longer pity any party in BL literature, men... What does that have to do with her? In the end, she still lamented for the male protagonist of the first and only BL book she had read.

"Don't you like my body?" the numb protagonist was asked.

Can't you just wear your clothes properly? Will you die without love? What is the magic of love? There is Zhai Yang in front and an uncertain her behind. People who are addicted to love will pray for more people in the future.

You just have to live like a begging... playboy, eager to waste people's time.

Cui Jing held his face roughly and kissed his lips.

The charm of the protagonist is really damn... damn, disgusting and horrible.