Protocol Refinement [Wearing the Book]

When the small blade for eyebrow trimming cuts the skin lightly, the first thing you feel is itching, and then the pain, but the thin wound can quickly stop the bleeding and scab, and the sleeve can be put down to cover it perfectly, as if nothing happened.

The first time was six years old.

"Whoa-"

The high-end skin care products on the dressing table were swept away. The woman was like a irritated badger, walking back and forth nervously in front of the French windows. Covering the little boy kneeling beside the bed, she was released, covered, released again, and covered again as she moved...

Clearly and secretly, the boy stubbornly choked, "I don't like it, I just don't like it, Mom, I can learn other things..."

"What do you want to learn?!" Qiao Huanyan turned her head, the whites of her eyes were bloodshot, "You are my son! Do whatever I tell you to do!! You don't like it?! What right do you not like? !!"

The child was stunned by the questioning, and could only cower in the corner in fear.

He was grabbed by the collar by a pair of hands painted with transparent nail polish, and he was lifted out again.

"Why are you against me? Did your grandfather instigate you?" Qiao Huanyan asked.

"No..." The little boy shook his head desperately, and finally cried out uncontrollably, "Mom, don't do this, I'm so scared... woo woo woo..."

"What are you afraid of?" Qiao Huanyan laughed, and her long and cold nails gently scratched the child's delicate face, "I give you such a good life, how can you not grow up according to my requirements? Xiao Zhou? "

She stood up and lifted the hem of her nightgown, as if she appeared at a reception in a dress. She gracefully walked to the flower stand and picked up the scissors for trimming the flower branches.

"Child, do you know what happens to flowers that grow unsatisfactory?" She smiled softly.

click-

The stems of the unbloomed camellias were cut off, and the pure white buds fell on the dark purple carpet, like angel wings falling into the abyss.

……

"Ci... Zhou... Shen... Ci Zhou..."

The vague sound seemed to be separated from the ice, and Shen Cizhou was shivering under the frozen lake, and the sound was hazy and illusory. I don't know if it was a hallucination. The bizarre images passed by frame by frame. Huanyan's face couldn't be seen clearly, but the white nightgown on her body was covered with beautiful and gorgeous patterns, purple like ripe berries, dyeing the skirt red from bottom to top...

That dress looks like...

"Shen Cizhou? Shen Cizhou!" There was a slight urgency in the deep voice, "Be sober, don't fall! If you do this again, I'll come out!"

"No..." Shen Cizhou supported the wooden door of the dressing room compartment, his chest heaved as if he had just finished a physical test, cold sweat dripped down his temples, and he squeezed out a sentence between his teeth while panting: "I'm fine..."

He tried to catch his breath slowly.

The cotton doll's eyes were wide open, round, and cute. Shen Cizhou closed his eyes and "looked" at the doll. After 2 minutes, he poked the other's swollen cheek.

Ji Linge: "...It's all right, isn't it? Are you in debt again?"

The doll's eyes gradually changed back to chopper eyes.

Shen Cizhou gasped and laughed intermittently, "Thank you for waking me up, even though you may be...just for this body, thank you anyway."

Ji Linge was really afraid that he would die suddenly, and he would die on the spot, so he snorted noncommittally.

Shen Cizhou wiped off the cold sweat from his palms with a paper towel, took out his mobile phone from the side of his backpack, checked the time, and then took off the hanging dress. Because his hands were shaking, the dust bag was pulled twice.

"What can you perform on stage like this? Saw wood for the school leaders to listen to?" Ji Linge's words were not pleasant, but his tone was clearly comforting, "Forget it, find a place to sit."

"It's okay, it'll be fine in 5 minutes..." Shen Cizhou's fingertips trembled for a long time before unbuttoning, and finally gave up, with a weak and soft ending, "Ji Linge, help me change my clothes."

"You're so stubborn." Saying so, Ji Linge took over the body.

Shen Cizhou has never experienced such a time.

The tired soul floated lightly, breaking free from the shackles of "plot". Without the body, he was like a snail that found its shell.

He curled himself up into a small ball.

Ji Linge grabbed the hem of the short sleeve and took off the sweat-drenched clothes, pressed his hand on the belt, and opened the metal buckle with a click.

He didn't want to look at anything, but he couldn't take off his pants with his eyes closed, so his eyes inevitably glanced at the dimple on his stomach, the beautiful mermaid line, and a pair of slender and straight legs.

He knew that Shen Cizhou got up in the morning and took a pair of black boxer briefs, but he didn't know that the contrast between black and white was so obvious - when he was wearing them, he was asked to close his eyes and his lower body was paralyzed.

Everyone wants to look twice more when they see beautiful things, but that's all.

Ji Linge is not a boy who has never seen the world. He leads the "exiles" to take on missions. The mercenaries may never come back no matter which mission they go out. The mental pressure can be imagined, but the way to vent Nothing more than those kinds.

Gambling, drinking, taking drugs and whoring.

Most of them are desperadoes that no one cares about. If the commission is not spent, it may become an unclaimed inheritance tomorrow. Therefore, it is common for them to return to their base fortress after the mission is over, crying and howling all night.

Ji Linge was a commander before his death, so he seldom participated in such activities, but he also climbed up from ordinary mercenaries little by little, so it was inevitable that he had seen this kind of thing.

He was reluctant to spend money to gamble. Alcohol and medicine would paralyze and control the brain. Ji Lingo didn't want to be shot by someone in a daze. As for the last way of pastime...

He looked at the large expanse of flesh-colored flesh under the dazzled light, and those various species entangled with each other, and he felt as greasy as a piece of condensed salted fat stuffed into his mouth.

If compared to now...

Ji Linge sneered, thinking that there is really no comparison.

The host child is clean, like an expensive and rare pearl in a jewelry booth, with a hazy and beautiful halo under the light, ivory-like delicate white, it feels pleasant to look at.

As if those cheap and gimmicky glass beads were an insult to be on the same table as him.

The thought was only for a moment, Ji Linge quickly stripped Shen Cizhou off, raised his hand to take off the shirt inside the dress and put it on, and when he was fastening the buttons one by one, his hands stopped.

Damn it, it's not that he wants to see it, the pink on the white is too conspicuous, I really can't blame him.

The pirate leader coughed, two ropes fell from the hook when he was taking his trousers, he leaned over to pick them up, and looked at them for no reason.

"Shirt clip." Shen Cizhou said wearily, "Do you know how to carry it?"

Ji Linge gestured twice on his arm, and found that the thickness was wrong.

"Legs." Shen Cizhou commanded melancholy, "Put the legs on, fasten the hem of the shirt with the clips, and stretch them flat."

"Oh." Ji Linge responded, "Tsk, trouble."

Shen Cizhou seldom has such a thick line, and he has to say that the stress response really interfered with his thinking. He didn't even realize that Ji Lingo was playing with his own body. He let his mind go, floating like a hydrogen balloon. After a while, the slight itch on his leg finally brought him back to his senses.

I have to come back to my senses, the place where the cloth is stretched is too...

The hydrogen balloon exploded on the spot with a bang.

Ji Linge looped the cloth around his thighs in three quarters, and when he adjusted the tightness, he squeezed it in a little bit. The sharp contrast of white and black shocked the vision, and the edge of the boxer pants still had the faint bruise that he pinched out two days ago. , plus a little red mark on the edge of the belt...

Ji Linge's Adam's apple slipped unconsciously.

Shen Cizhou: "I can do it, I will do it myself."

There was imperceptible panic in his voice.

Ji Linge caught it keenly, his eyelashes trembled, his waist that had already been straightened bent back again, he picked up the few straps, buckled them to the hem of the shirt, and after fixing them, he picked up another one.

"Ji Linge!" Shen Cizhou scolded in a low voice, "I'll do it myself!"

"You're welcome." Ji Linge hooked the strap and swung it around, "Isn't it time to put one on, this one will definitely be faster and more familiar."

"You..." Shen Cizhou's breath was in a mess, "You're a bitch!"

He heard Ji Linge's low smile, flowing through his ear canal like a dark river, causing a shivering itch, only to realize that he had regained control of his body, and the black shirt clip was still hanging on his fingertips.

His ears were so hot, Shen Cizhou leaned over, quickly buttoned the thing up, and then put the pure black suit trousers on his legs. He even forgot that there was a chair behind him, so he hopped on one leg and put on the trousers. Belt on.

Ji Linge noticed that the distance between the buttonhole on the belt and the front was different, Shen Cizhou made it himself.

Of course, Shen Cizhou was not in the mood to look at the big-headed cotton doll, otherwise he would have found that the doll's two small round hands hugged him, as if he was measuring something, and after realizing what he was doing, the cotton doll Embarrassed, he put his hands behind his back.

Shen Cizhou went out with his coat, put his head down in front of the full-length mirror in the outer room, and put it on, holding a tied silver-gray bow tie in his hand.

There was a lot of people coming and going in the men's locker room, and there was a lot of noise. Someone said excuse me, Shen Cizhou stepped aside, and then looked up at the mirror.

Ji Linge in the mirror was also wearing the same black suit as him. Like an elegant butler, he bowed to him with his right hand on his chest, and his voice was filled with a smile, "Are you satisfied with my service? Master? "

Shen Cizhou suddenly realized that those cold and sticky swamp-like memories had disappeared like the ebb tide, leaving only a wet beach, which became hot and soft under the sun.

He stood in front of the mirror with no expression on his face, but there was a smile in his eyes. Once again, he said, "Thank you."

"Even if you are renting a house, you have to have a good relationship with the landlord." Ji Linge tilted his head and smiled, "Little landlord, fasten your bow tie and go on stage to play."