once in love

Chapter 6

It was already the last day of 1964. The musician was sitting on the sofa wearing a white turtleneck sweater, holding a wine glass in his hand and gently shaking the whiskey in the glass. He tilted his head and saw the robot standing on the porch excitedly looking at the sky Blooming fireworks.

The musician smiled, put down his wine glass, got up and walked over. He wanted to put his arm on the robot's shoulder, but hesitated to put his hand down on the railing.The robot laughed as he watched the blue fireworks soar into the sky, bloom in the sky, illuminate the world around them, and finally fade away and fall from the sky.

"What do fireworks taste like?" the robot scratched its head and asked.

"The taste of flesh and blood."

The musician watched the robot amusedly reach out and grab the second firework when it bloomed, then put it in its mouth, squinted its eyes and smiled, and shouted in surprise like a child: "It's sweet!"

The New Year's bell is ringing, and the musician has had a different New Year for the first time. In previous years, he stayed at the scientist's house, turned off the lights, let the fireworks and moonlight fill the whole room, and lay lazily on the sofa. People drank, fiddled with their best friend's new invention, and then got drunk on the first day of the new year.

The musician looked soberly at the person standing beside him, slowly raised his arm and put it on his shoulder.The robot turned its head and looked at the person next to it suspiciously. The musician patted him awkwardly, coughed dryly, turned and left.

When the musician opened his eyes the next morning, the New Year's morning had just begun. The morning light shone into the room, and he narrowed his sleepy eyes slightly. He climbed to the other side of the bed and leaned out. The musician saw the robot standing on the balcony , gesticulating with both hands as if playing the violin, tilting his head, looking decent.

The morning light shone on his blond hair, bathing his whole body in the sun, blurring his face, standing there tall and tall, incarnated as soon as the daylight came, the musician seemed to smell the sweetness of him from afar.

"That's not how the violin is played."

The voice behind him startled the concentrating robot, scratching its head shyly, not daring to look up.

"Okay."

The robot raised its head and saw that the musician was wearing a gray sweater coat, but pajamas inside. He put the violin on his shoulders and closed his eyes. The dexterous notes burst out from the friction between the strings and the bow. The robot stared blankly. Looking at the serious player on the opposite side, his lazy eyes suddenly became serious, even more charming than him on the stage.

It wasn't until the music stopped that the robot recognized that it was the violin that made him scolded. The musician looked at the violin in his hand and handed it to the robot. Pass it to the robot.

The robot took the piano carefully, brushed its fingers over the body of the piano secretly, and then imitated the appearance of the musician just now, and put the piano on its neck. It didn't dare to use too much force, but still carefully pulled it up in a dignified manner.The musician made himself a cup of coffee, took a sip and looked at the "hard-working" people on the balcony with a smile, "Oh, you still look good."

The record player played Paganini slowly, and the musician sank into the sofa with his coffee in hand, closed his eyes, and enjoyed it quietly.All the troubles and sorrows are swept away with a peaceful mood. The fireplace warms the whole house. The musician wraps his hands around the coffee cup, feeling the heat from the coffee. Finally melted and disappeared.It's a new year, the musician thought, and everything will be fine again.

The New Year's Concert came to a successful conclusion that night. The musician and the robot politely refused the manager's ride, and the two walked along the seaside against the cold wind.The heavy snow in the middle of the night covered the whole city, and the surroundings were all white at a glance. Only the doors of the bars on the road were lit.

The musician hid his face under the scarf to block the sea breeze, stuffed his gloved hands into the pockets of his gray woolen coat, and snowflakes stained the lenses of his glasses.The robot smiled, pulled the musician's arm to stop the two of them, took off the obstructive scarf around the neck, and put it on the musician's neck while muttering, "I don't need it." Then the robot opened its arms Wrapping around the musician tightly, the two of them were of similar height, the musician felt the robot's hands gently stroke his back a few times in a strange way.Unlike body temperature, the temperature of the robot is the temperature at which the machine operates, but the musician feels very warm in his arms.

"This is the first time I've seen what snowflakes look like."

"It's white and soft, it should be sweet."

"Well, are the snowflakes hot?"

"Can we do it ourselves?"

"It would be nice if it could snow in the room."

The robot muttered and talked non-stop. The musician nestled in his arms and smiled helplessly. He shook his head, stretched out his hand from his pocket, and stroked the robot's back gently, "It's annoying to talk so much every day." It's going to be annoying."

Withdrew from his arms, the musician did not let go of the robot's hand, the two walked on the snow holding hands, no matter how strong the sea wind was, the musician did not feel cold, but the warmth radiated from his heart, unconsciously holding hands tighter.

"You...in the past, forget it." The robot hesitated for a long time, stuck out its tongue and held back the question that came to its mouth.

"No, not with anyone else?" The musician understood clearly, and patted the robot's head, "Why do you ask this!" The robot stuck out its tongue and shook its head, "I don't know what sadness is, I just think of your past It’s like others feel that their whole body can’t function anymore, the gears are blunt and can’t do anything, it’s so uncomfortable...” Before he could finish speaking, his mouth was blocked by a passionate kiss from the musician, warm lips Clinging tightly to the two thin lips of the robot, the kiss ended. The robot was a little embarrassed and shy not to look at the musician, and turned his face away. Although the face couldn't be seen, the robot seemed to feel that his face suddenly couldn't dissipate heat. , his cheeks seemed to be burning.

The musician saw the strangeness of the robot, and didn't speak, but looked at him with a smile on his face, the smile on his face was satisfied, and his heart was full of joy.