strayed into the world

"Want to hear my story?" Quan Ce took this as an invitation.It's just that there is no corresponding etiquette and no room for him to choose.He nodded, all as he wished,

"kindness."

Quan Ce is not surprised that one day he will tell his story to him, as if he knew the result early on.He thought that he would have to tell him sooner or later, but he didn't expect that it would come sooner and more smoothly than expected.With his arms retracted, he was ready to go out completely, but he didn't know if the person in his arms was ready.

"There are people you care about in my story, so you still want to listen to it?"

"En." He replied firmly, and the arms around his waist also hugged a little tighter.Quan Ce was suddenly a little worried, whether his heavy story would crush this delicate little thing, and whether the rotten musty smell from them would infect his clean clothes, he was worried...but he had no hesitation.

"Okay." It seemed like a compromise, but also like a satisfied promise.In short, Quan Ce began to tell his story. His stories are about women, men, love and hatred, and the thick blood that lingers for a long time...

Memories flicker in early autumn...

"My mother is a very beautiful woman. I have never seen such a beautiful person, with snow-white skin and pure black eyes..."

Presumably they are somewhat similar to children, they are both unforgettable beauties.However, beauties are so unlucky, and the world of mortals is rolling and wandering.

"It must be a great beauty."

The childish praise, nodding seriously.Qing Che imagined what kind of beautiful face the stunning woman Quan Ce was talking about had. "You're so pretty..." Quan Ce heard the last soliloquy, and smiled,

"You wouldn't say that if you'd seen her. Fool."

Quan Ce fell into memory, if she hadn't been so beautiful and outstanding, wouldn't have met that man, and it was only natural for that man to be fascinated by him, but she loved him, and she fell in love with such an ordinary man, without With a handsome appearance, without broad shoulders, without a prominent background, you can't even give her a home.

Why do you have to be obsessed with obsession? It's just him. ...Quan Ce took a deep breath, and a sad smile appeared on the corner of his mouth,

"But so what, she will still fall in love with men just like ordinary women, and then become ordinary. Worrying about gains and losses all day long, she looks like a bitter woman."

... She is really like a bitter woman, he has wanted to call her that for countless times.Although he still respects her and loves her as before.

"I don't understand, what does that man have to make her feel self-pitying without self-esteem, that man has a family, a wife,... and children..." Speaking of this, Qingche felt the faint pain in her chest intensify, they Along his nerves, it quickly soaked into his bone marrow.But the voice next to his ear continued, melodious like an elegy, "That man keeps saying he loves her, but he can't divorce his wife for her sake, he can forget her birthday for his own child, he can do it for her Wife buys a cake and forgets to eat with her...that's sad...she still loves that man."

"All measures..." He tugged on his clothes to feel his sadness, but his own sadness had already hit his eye sockets.Wet around.

As if he didn't hear it, Quan Ce continued to talk, caught in his thoughts and couldn't extricate himself, the suffocating deepness rolled in those foggy eyes,

"She gave birth to a child for a man. She is no longer young. She just wants a stable life with her husband by her side and children, but this is already a luxury. The man didn't want her in the end. She still has that The children have become his burden."... I once wondered if my mother would have been better and freer if she hadn't given birth to him, at least she didn't have to raise him, she didn't have to carry him around, she was still beautiful Yes, she can also find another man who loves her. ...So, he once thought that it would be great if he hadn't been born in the first place...

Quan Ce's sudden silence made Qing Che a little uneasy, she raised her head to look at him, and called his name, "Young master, young master..."

At this time, Quan Ce's eyes fell on Qing Che who was looking at him, met his eyes, stretched out his hand to grab his chin, and looked at this face quietly, "You know what? I'm so jealous of you. Jealous to death."

Staring blankly at Quan Ce in front of him, although he didn't have any expression, it made people feel very sad, so sad that his chest was sore and breathless, and those uncontrollable emotions turned into two lines of liquid and slid down his cheeks in a blink of an eye. landed on his fingers.

"Do you know what happened to my mother after that?"

"..." Couldn't answer him anymore, Qing Che was afraid that he would cry out if he opened his mouth, so he could only look at him quietly, waiting for his next words.

"She died...she committed suicide. She died wearing the only white coat that man bought her..."

She didn't tell him that her mother also cut her own wrist with a pair of inconspicuous scissors, and those dancing reds just bloomed on the white sheets. She didn't tell him that for a second at that time, he wished that he was dead. OK, just like his mother. ...they are so similar, except that he saved him, and who could save the poor woman...

A tear overflowed from the corner of the eye, fell into the brown hair, and disappeared soon...

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The long silence filled the air with dense oppression, and no one wanted to speak first to break through the thick layer of ambiguity.

This lingering autumn rain is the only accompaniment between them...

His fingers were cold, stained with a little crystal, trembling and sliding down the graceful arc, from his lips to his chin...Finally landed on the fair neck and stopped.He thought, as long as the fingers were a little harder, the slender neck would break off in the palm of his hand.

Looking at him, his tearful eyes revealed his thoughts... If he died in his hands the next second, would these eyes still be open and looking at him as they are now.Thinking of this, as soon as his fingers sank into the delicate skin, he immediately saw the slight wrinkling of the brows. Presumably the body under the pajamas must be trembling with fear at the same moment.Looking at him, without the slightest sign of letting go, he spit out ambiguous but cold words,

"Does it hurt?"

"..." Seeing him biting his lip vigorously, he didn't say a word.The stubborn frown was tightly wrinkled.There were tears continuously overflowing from his eye sockets like pearls with broken strings... He knew how much effort he used could make him hurt so much.And he must be in pain right now.

"If it hurts, you can beg me for mercy. I won't be like that man, as long as you beg me, I will let you go..."... speaking like a ghost while adding force, fingers can feel his skin The lines of the meridians, as if the blood is flowing in the palm of my hand, the signs of illness are so wonderful.

Fragmented tooth marks seemed to be exhorting flower petals to bloom on his lips. Why hasn't he begged him for mercy? He has already seen his pain. Isn't it because of the pain that he burst into tears?Or... he wasn't trying hard enough to make him hurt... No, he clearly felt his helpless trembling in his palm, like a lone leaf in the wind.Dying, why not?

"Please beg me."

"Ce..." He finally heard his voice, and slowly covered his hands on his neck with both hands, it turned out that the temperature was even colder than his own.Is he finally going to give in?Finally, the pain was so painful that he had to beg him for mercy... But, why did he close his eyes, why did he have a dignified look of death, which made him feel that this was more like a tragic death.

"Kill me, if this will make you feel better... just kill me."

wrong!Isn't he begging for forgiveness?He must have misunderstood his intentions, how could he kill him, why did he kill him, he just made him hurt, and when he hurts, he would ask for help like a woman, humble and cowardly in front of him like a beggar. …He doesn’t want this kind of result, what does he want… Looking at his closed eyes, his fingers have already loosened to reveal bright red marks on the white, which will soon change color to an ugly blue.Holding those cold hands behind his back, he leaned closer to him, and his lips overlapped on the dry lips... Yeah, how could he kill him, he just wanted to make him hurt.

The expected pain did not come, but his mouth was taken advantage of... When he reacted, he had already begun to respond jerky to him. It was different from the first kiss. This kiss was very careful and gentle. Knowing him let him cooperate slowly without being in a hurry, and there can be a gentle dance between the tongues... As if thinking of something suddenly, he pushed his arm hard and ended the kiss abruptly, making Quan Ce feel like I was stunned for a moment,

"What's wrong? Angry?"

"I, I...I will pass on the cold to you." He touched his kissed ruddy lips and blamed himself all over his cheeks.The marks on the neck became more and more clear.

Grabbing his hand so that he couldn't try to push him away, kissed that lip again, this time just like a superficial touch, and then left, with a small hook already rippling at the corner of his mouth, "It's just right, I don't have to go to the company."

"All measures." Qing Che felt that his face must be as red as a tomato at this moment, and his eyes were still swollen from crying just now, which must be very funny.Heartbeat and heartache, are they always a family, they are connected to each other, entangled with each other, and depend on each other for life. "Aren't you going to kill me?"

"When am I going to kill you? I'll go to jail if I kill you. I don't want to spend the rest of my life in a cell."

As he spoke, he hugged him back into his arms, stroking the marks on his neck... Heh, did he really not think about killing him?God knows.

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