Singing Snowberg
Chapter Six
Olympic <12>
Chros©
Salix is standing at the lamp post across the street, he walks straight to us. A passing car goes straight pass him. “What are you looking at? We shall go back to my place.” When he stands in front of us, smiling, “I’m making it easier for you,” he walks behind Salix, his arms slowly circle around him, and his face morphs into mine, gradually aligning with his face. Both Cyano are looking at each other, both Salix are looking at me. “What are you thinking?” “You.” He doesn’t know he’s already a part of me, am I a part of him?
I must be tired, this body is a deflated balloon, I’m still light like a piece of cloud. When it falls onto the bed doesn’t even make a sound. Salix’s undressing me, soon after I heard his gasp, that’s expected. My thermal shirt is blood-tinted. When my upper body is uncovered, overwhelmed with the ripping pain.
“Did somebody hurt you?” I shake my head. “No way…,” he pounds the bed with fists. “I’m sick, aren’t I?” He shakes his head violently. Perhaps gay people are more sentimental, perhaps he’s special and I’m too cruel, for whatever we’re crying together.
“You’re always here,” I point to my head, “I’ve forgiven myself, and... myself.” I feel like a bad person. He curls up in the corner of the bed, crying harder. The only thing I could say is, “I’m sorry.” Hearing this he raises his head yelling, “IT’S ME, I AM THE ONE WHO SHOULD BE SORRY!” He must taste salty now. This love is salty.
“Did you cried every night like this?” Silence. “I didn’t cry, but I want to cry when you’re around. I just want you to know.” Sobbing. Dizzy. Blood. What’s wrong with us?
Minutes later. “Cyano. Cyano? Are you okay? Wake up and talk to me.” “Hum?” His water drops on my wound. “I’m sorry... I hurt you.” “What are you talking about? I trust your judgement. If you like, please kiss my chest.” A relieving smile on his face, “let me clean your wounds, okay?” He stands up to find the medical kit.
“Does it hurt? No? You’re lying,” then he speaks again with a wicked smile, “told you he won’t do it, he’s not a perv, or put it another word, a normal vampire.” “Naughty.” “What?” “Nautilo. No... nothing.”
“What if I became a maniac? Will you leave me?” “Stupid stupid Cyano, not a timing question.” Oh I’m really sick now. “I’m here, I won’t leave again.” I’m not sure which Salix said it.
The last thing I remember about that trip to China when I wake up in this lonely room is the lamp hanging above my head when I fell asleep. This room, glass walls, blue dotted white bedsheet. “Salix! Where are we?” “Hum... what time is it?” I check the room again and remember this is his cell in Southpole.
Fuck, I don’t remember at all, it’s just like a dream, and I woke up finding I’m still trapped here! “Salix, tell me everything, I can’t remember.” I’m shaking his body, which Salix is him? “Ouch! You tortured me last night and you’re torturing me again. I’m angry.” He pulls me down on his side, “be good, just sleep.” Now I’m assured from his scent of summer drizzle, this is the real Salix.
“Could I turn on the sunlight?” “Of course Cyano, I just want to sleep.” When the sun’s up, I find some differences. There’s a little plant in the pot with a white bud, it must be that medical ingredient he needs.
《奥林匹克》这一章结束了，塞安诺陷入了严重的混乱之中，他的故事将会朝哪个方向发展？是更堕落还是因为什么而清醒过来？再来看“奥林匹克”四字，曾经的奥林匹克精神是“永远超越争取第一，更高、更快、更强”，突出了竞争的概念，像生存在森林中的生物，只有最强者才能得好，而弱者只有喘息的资格。在奥林匹克之后活下来的都是强者。现代奥林匹克精神提倡的是“参与比获胜更重要”，本文这里“参与”就是“活着”，“活着比成为强者更重要”。
重要的是选择怎样的方式去生存，去度过奥林匹克。
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