once in love

Chapter 5

Next week will be Christmas, the newsboy threw the newspaper into the yard early in the morning, the robot opened the door, picked up the newspaper and looked at it for a while, the headline on the entertainment page was "Musician Christmas Music Collection Released Today, Will Donate to Orphanage on Christmas Eve Dedicated to the public good."

A musician who has just walked through the door after working all night sees a robot reading a newspaper word for word, and will get stuck and skip words that he does not know.

"Recently, musicians...well, oops... will be on Christmas Eve, oops?" A finger suddenly pointed at the two words that the robot skipped just now, and the owner of the finger continued: "Those two words read' means '."

"You're back?!" The robot was a little surprised at the musician who suddenly appeared, "Why didn't I hear your voice!"

"You read too seriously." The musician tapped the robot's head.

The robot hugged the newspaper and approached the musician, popped out its small head, and asked cautiously: "Why donate to the orphanage?" Beside, "There is no reason, I just want to do something not wicked."

"What is an orphanage?"

"A place for orphans," replied the musician, and got up to pour himself a glass of wine.

"What is an orphan?"

"It's people like you who have no relatives."

"Me? No, I still have you!"

The musician turned his back to the robot, and suddenly stopped what he was doing. The softest part of his heart seemed to be stabbed hard. He was speechless for a while, not knowing what to do next. He drank the wine in his hand and clenched the wine glass with one hand, thinking in his heart that the position of that person seemed to be shaken.

Although it is not as cold as the snow that seals the door, the winter in the northern United States is also cold to the bone. The wind outside is like a sharp knife gouging out the flesh with every step. The wind and snow have come for several days and there is no sign of stopping. Shut yourself in the room to create, and make time to wipe your nose every time you compose a section.

There are two knocks on the door.

"Come in."

The musician said, pinning the pencil behind his ear impatiently.

"I see that you have caught a cold these days, so I prepared medicine..."

"Thank you."

The robot was about to be carefully placed on the table, not daring to make any more noise, looked at the musician who was serious about composing, scratched his head in embarrassment and smiled, embarrassed to continue to disturb him, and whispered: "Well, then I will go out first Alright." The musician responded perfunctorily, and the robot opened the door lightly and went out after speaking.

At night, I have already fallen asleep, and the robot is lying on the sofa with its eyes open and its hands under its pillow.There were two coughs from the musician in the room, followed by the sound of footsteps. The musician opened the door and went to the table to find a water glass. Even though he was covered with a quilt, he didn't feel very warm.

"Are you all right?"

The robot stood up and put its hand on his forehead to test the temperature, "You have a fever."

The musician is lying on the bed with a wet towel on his forehead and a thermometer in his mouth, the robot pulls the thermometer out of his mouth, looks at it and frowns, the number on the thermometer has exceeded 38, holds a pill in his hand, yes The musician lying on the bed said, "Ah—"

The musician opened his mouth and was stuffed with three pills. The robot handed him a water glass and watched him finish taking the medicine. He smiled and sat down on the ground. "Go to sleep for a while. I'm here. Call me if you need anything."

Lying on the bed and feeling hot all over, the musician tossed and turned but couldn't fall asleep at all. He stared at the ceiling for a while, then suddenly tilted his head to look at the robot with closed eyes, and asked, "Well, are you asleep?"

"Me? No? Do you want some water?"

Speaking of the robot getting up to get the water glass, the musician grabbed his arm, "No, I can't sleep, please chat with me." He hesitated for a while and asked: "I have a bad attitude towards you, you Don't you hate me, but treat me so well."

"I...I won't, I'm used to like you."

The musician leaned on his arm and looked at the robot sitting on the ground, "Even if I lost my temper with you before, wouldn't you be sad and angry?" The robot smiled and shook its head, "No."

"Well, I'm sorry." The musician smiled and patted the robot's head. "I'll try to treat you better. It's embarrassing. I've been taken care of by you twice."

"You look beautiful when you smile."

"Ok?"

"No...it's nothing...you, go to sleep, I, I'm going to sleep too." Saying that, the robot turned its head to the other side in embarrassment and lay down on the bed.

"Hey, are you comfortable sleeping under there?"

"Huh? I, I can't feel it."

"Do you want to come up to sleep?" As he said, the musician squeezed to the other side of the bed, patted the place beside him, "Come up." The robot smiled and nodded, and immediately jumped onto the bed, covering the stiff flat bed with the quilt. lie there.

"Good night." The musician turned his back and said with a smile.

"Night... good night."