once in love

Chapter 2

There is a strong wind blowing outside, the trees on the road are falling, only a few leaves are left, and the women on the street can't wait to put on the most popular cloaks and coats at the moment. The city is already ready to rush into the rhythm of autumn, and the music in the room Everyone still doesn't like the robots in the same room.

"Scientists have told me everything about you," the robot said suddenly during lunch, "You like to shut yourself in the music and reject other people's enthusiasm for you. In fact, some people really treat you well."

"Really!" the musician sneered.

"Yeah, you always like to wrap yourself up with a cold appearance, pretending that you don't care about anything, but in fact, you need the care of others, right?"

"On the surface, even if you are alone, you can live happily. In fact, you just don't want to reveal your heart to others. Do you think it's a sign of weakness? In fact, it's not, so that others will understand you better."

"Don't think this world is too cruel, we..."

The musician slammed the plate irritably, stared at the robot that suddenly became silent with wide eyes, slammed the table and stood up, pointed at the smiling machine with a knife in his right hand and cursed: "Shut up! Don't Pretend to understand me very well!"

The robot slowly withdrew its smile, stirred its fingers awkwardly, and said softly, "I'm sorry."

The musician closed his eyes and took a deep breath, dropped the knife in his hand on the table, rested his forehead with one hand and the table with the other, shook his head after calming down for a while, and ran back to his room. He slammed the door hard.

Back in the room, the musician who was composing in peace suddenly heard a knock on the door. Before he could answer, the door was opened. He didn’t need to turn his head to know that there was a robot standing at the door. He tilted his head and held a cup of hot milk, “Drink Some milk, sir, it's good for your sleep, you always go to bed late."

Heck, the lead of the pencil was broken by the musician. It was a mess with no inspiration at first, but it was suddenly interrupted by the robot, and it became a mess. He slammed the pencil on the table and stood up angrily. "Please get out! Didn't he teach you how to be a person?! Don't you know you can't just enter other people's rooms?!"

The robot stood there with a smile on his face. He didn't understand what the musician said just now. Obviously, scientists taught him how to be a human being.But he could see that the musician was angry.The robot smiled and stood there fawning on him, "I'm sorry, did I make you angry?"

"Get out!" The musician pointed to the door, and the robot carefully put the hot milk aside and exited quietly.

There are still more than two months to Christmas, and the robot has been delivered for a few weeks. The musician still chooses to avoid him and keep a distance. There is no personal conversation at all, and even if every conversation is started by a robot, the musician always has a few words.

In a daze of sleep, the musician curled up under the quilt, and with a click, the locked door of the room was opened. The musician felt something cold come to his bed, and suddenly hugged him, and he hugged him In his arms, the man's cold palm patted on his back lightly.This embrace is so familiar, are you alive again?

The musician smiled, fumbled to turn on the desk lamp, squeezed the man's hand, and said softly: "I'm here." After speaking, he rubbed his eyes and realized that it was the robot that climbed up.

The musician was startled, jumped up from the bed, and stood on the ground holding the quilt.The robot smiled and said: "You are used to curling up when you sleep, you need a hug." The musician standing barefoot on the ground frowned and pointed to the door, "Please get out." The cold machine did not show With a sad expression, he went on to say, "I can give you a hug."

"go out!"

The robot kept his usual smile, but the smile seemed to have changed in the eyes of the musician. The robot got up and went out, carefully closing the door.

He is used to being alone, and to be honest, he was a little greedy for the hug just now. In his impression, there were so many times with his best friend, and only so few times.The musician frowned, his body was full of the temperature of the broken machine, and he shivered, but he couldn't sleep. It had been several nights like this.

The next day was the weekend, the robot got up early in the morning to clean up the room, looked at the vacuum cleaner, which was not the same shape as itself, and patted its suction head, "Hello! I think we can be friends."

The robot pushes the vacuum cleaner to open the door of the study room. There are large and small certificates hanging on the wall. There are framed photos on the cabinet. The robot takes a closer look. In the photo is a group photo of scientists and musicians, and only the two of them. In the photo, the two are always holding each other's shoulders.

The robot tilted its head, and suddenly imitated the movement of the scientist in the photo and stretched out its hand, as if resting on the shoulder of a musician.Stop playing, the robot is ready to start cleaning, the vacuum cleaner is sucking on the ground and making a buzzing sound, and the vacuum cleaner stretched under the cabinet suddenly pokes a box.

The robot pulled out the box, and it was covered with a layer of dust. When it blew hard, the air was full of fine particles.Open the box carefully, and inside is a somewhat old violin. Although the violin is old, it is well preserved.

He looked at it, took out the violin, imitated the appearance of the musicians on TV, put it on his neck, gestured for a while, and was about to put it back carefully, when he suddenly found a card on the bottom, opened the card, and it read: To my dear, and signed by the name of the scientist

"Didn't he teach you not to rummage through other people's things?!"

The musician suddenly appeared, took the card from his hand, and stared at the robot angrily, "Don't look at me with your smile."

After speaking, the musician took the box on the ground and the violin away, and kicked the vacuum cleaner in the way before going out.The robot stood there helplessly, carefully following the musician with the vacuum cleaner in hand, "Are you angry?" The only answer he received was the muffled sound of the door closing.

When he woke up, the musician opened the door and saw the robot wearing an apron cooking breakfast in the kitchen. He stood at the door of the room in a daze, looking towards the kitchen.He had a dream, in which everything was initialized, and he was preparing for the rehearsal for the evening performance. After the performance, the scientist stood in the dressing room with a bouquet of flowers and waited for him.

The robot who came out of the kitchen with the bread saw the musician and immediately smiled, "Good morning!" He said, leaning forward to give him a hug, but the musician hurriedly avoided him and nodded slightly.

Maybe the robot doesn't understand what is sad and what is embarrassing, and asks: "Are you going out later?" The musician nodded casually, "Can I go with you?"

This question seemed to make the musician hesitate, and after thinking about it, "No need."

The ready-to-go musician checked his image for the last time in front of the mirror, and the robot behind him helped him arrange his clothes awkwardly. When the musician felt the touch behind him and turned around in a hurry, grabbing his suit, the robot looked at him and smiled. He moved forward and wanted to give him a hug but was pushed away by the musician.

In the evening, the musician had a performance in the auditorium. The musician taught him how to use the TV. The robot sitting in front of the TV had been waiting for the musician's performance for a while.

Suddenly there was thunderous applause on the TV, and the handsome musician appeared in everyone's field of vision, bowing slightly with a faint smile on his face, which was quickly captured by the robot.

The middle position in the fourth row was abruptly empty, while the other positions were overcrowded.

The bow of the musician on the stage pulled the strings quickly. The musician closed his eyes and indulged in the movement. The man who is serious is the most handsome. The robot fully agrees with this point. After the end of the song, the man on the stage bowed deeply. He bowed and said: "I just gave this "Song of Commemoration" to my best friend, and I wish him well in heaven." There was roaring applause from the audience.