once in love

Chapter 4

The robot lying on the sofa was awakened by the loud slamming sound of the door. As soon as the door was opened, a heavy object was pressed on him. He tilted his head and saw that the person who fell on him was a drunk musician. The robot tried hard to support him. "Are you all right?"

After struggling to drag him back to the bed, took off his shoes and covered the quilt, the robot ran to the living room and poured a glass of water. After feeding the water, he put the water glass on the bedside, and took a wet towel from the bathroom to cover the musician's forehead.

The musician frowned, took the towel away from his forehead and groped to put it on the bedside, and knocked the glass on the bedside down with his arm.The sound of glass shattering startled him, the alcohol paralyzed his vision, his eyes were blurred, and he vaguely saw a figure squatting beside the bed, cleaning up the mess on the ground.

Is that figure from his back his best friend? !Slowly stretching out its hand to run along its back, the robot suddenly froze, stopped the movement of its hands and squatted there stiffly.He turned over and lay flat on the bed, covered his eyes with his arms, and sniffed, "I miss you so much, I'm so tired, don't leave me alone again."

The robot patted the remaining glass shards on its hands, avoided the pile of broken glass and sat on the edge of the bed, and awkwardly patted the musician's head, "I'm here, I won't leave."

As he said that, the musician buried his head between the robot's legs and said sullenly, "I'm tired, really."

The robot smoothed the musician's hair, leaned down and planted a kiss on his head.The musician raised his head, looked at the robot's smile with a red nose, the double image of the two faces, then slowly raised a hand, and poked his finger under the robot's right eye, "You obviously have a tear mole, but He loves to laugh, and loves to make me laugh."

Putting him flat on the bed, the robot helped him tuck the corner of the quilt, kissed good night on his forehead, sat on the ground lying on the edge of the bed and looked at him with a quiet smile, with envy for scientists in that smile.

The robot standing in the bathroom stared blankly at himself in the mirror, with his finger under the right eye that the musician pointed at just now.

Musicians who have nothing to do at home these days sometimes lock themselves in their rooms to compose music, and sometimes sit on the sofa watching TV. The public opinion caused by the last beating incident has calmed down, but it still hasn't passed.

The mailbox has been silent for a long time, no calls from friends, family, or company, he has been silent for two months.

In the magnificent music hall, the rumors of the beating incident have passed. The musicians are preparing for their comeback concert, and the number of people is only a little more than expected.In the middle of the fourth row below, sits a robot. He doesn't appreciate any elegant music, nor can he understand the meaning of a piece of music. He just closes his eyes like others, immersed in the musician's gentle smile and In the handsome face.

At the end of the song, the hall was eerily quiet. The musician bowed and stood awkwardly on the stage without waiting for any applause.At this time, the robot looked around, and suddenly clapped mechanically like in the TV. Someone watched him and followed him and clapped his hands slowly. For a while, the hall roared with applause.

Robots were brought backstage by musicians, sent by fellow musicians, by sponsors, and a string of colorful balloons hung on the wall.The robot, who had never seen a balloon before, stared and squeezed it curiously. Suddenly, the balloon burst in his hand with great force, which startled him.

The musician looked at the robot’s kid-like behavior with amused expression, pointed to the key in the bag, and said, “Poke and see.” The robot picked up the key and carefully approached the balloon, poked it hard, and the balloon exploded immediately.” oh!"

Bang bang bang bang, all the balloons were immediately popped by the robot, the musician laughed and scolded the idiot, but fell into the robot's ear, scratching his head in embarrassment.

"I'll take you to the celebration party later." The musician took off his suit while talking, the pure white shirt mercilessly outlined his figure, the robot was a little dazed and forgot to answer. "Did you hear that?" the musician asked while turning his head to see the straight eyes of the robot, and picked up his suit to cover the robot's head.

When I left the music hall, I was stopped by a few flower sellers. In the late autumn night, a shivering boy grabbed the corner of the musician's clothes, "Brother, buy, buy a flower." The musician He looked at the robot, only to find that the other party was also looking at him with wide-eyed aggrieved eyes.

"Give me one." He flipped through the flower basket with his hands, only to find that all the flower baskets were filled with red roses that symbolized love. He cleared his throat and randomly took one and stuffed it into the robot's arms, "Cough cough, Take it and give it to you."

The car drove a long way, but the robot was still looking back at the flower boy. The thin clothes aroused his sympathy, but he didn't dare to stop the car in a hurry. He just turned his head over and over again, hoping to attract the attention of the people in the front row.

The musician sitting in the passenger seat suddenly turned his head and stared at the robot, "Why are you looking back!" He stretched his neck and looked back, "Don't worry about others, just worry about it here."

At the celebration party, the musicians toasted wine over and over again. They were toasted and drank one by one. The robot also took an empty glass to pretend, and sometimes pretended to imitate the way musicians drank.

The musician was responding to everyone's congratulations and compliments, when the manager suddenly came over and pointed at the robot sitting there, "Isn't he..." The musician froze for a moment, then silently shook his head.

"Then he..." The manager didn't know how to ask at this moment, the two words were choked in his mouth, the musician waved his hand, and knocked down his wine glass in one gulp.

"looks like?"

"It's similar, but it's not very similar." The manager carefully observed the robot holding an empty plate and pretending to be a poser. "Although it is not carved out of the same mold, it always has such a similar feeling. This is a treasure. How can I meet it?" What?" The manager lightly punched the musician on the shoulder.

The musician took another glass of wine from the plate of the passing waiter, "I didn't think he resembled a scientist at first, but they all had a mole in the corner of their eye." After finishing speaking, he poured down the whole glass of wine in one go Into the throat, touched the mouth with the back of the hand, and put it on the table behind him.

The celebration was over, and the manager sent some drunk musicians and very sober robots home. The musician was lying on the sofa, and suddenly a glass of water was stretched out in front of his eyes.

"Have a drink."

"Thank you." The musician nodded, took the water glass and drank it down. He took off his suit and threw it on the sofa, pulling the tie casually. "I'm going to take a shower, you go to bed first."

The robot smiled and nodded, watching him enter the bathroom and close the door, suddenly picked up the suit jacket on the sofa, sniffed the smell greedily, and suddenly lay down on the sofa with the suit in his arms, giggling.The man in the bathroom secretly opened the door a small crack. He saw everything just now, frowned, and there was no extra expression on his face.

After coming out of the shower, the smell of tobacco and alcohol on his body was washed off, and his whole body was much refreshed. His hair was wet and water dripped down, and he rubbed his upper body. The musician wiped his hair carelessly and saw that the robot was still sitting there. , "Why aren't you asleep yet?"

"I don't know where to sleep." The robot whispered in embarrassment. Thinking of being kicked out of the room by the musician before, and remembering that the two of them were in the same room a few days ago, the robot was a little confused.

Of course I slept on the sofa, the musician just wanted to utter this sentence, but suddenly thought about it and swallowed it back, "Sleep on the bed!" These three words made the robot feel better, and the pillow was twitching Pidian followed the musician into the room.