berlin rose

19

Perhaps because of the influence of the environment over the years, Xi Chi has actually been prepared for the sex thing.

Even though it was the first time for him and Jiang Die from a physical point of view, he had already described the appearance of himself and the people around him for the first time.

Jiang Die's eyebrows and eyes were something he hadn't thought of before, but to his surprise, he couldn't find anyone more suitable than him.It's as if I've been looking for a very important person, all the imaginary looks are not enough, but after I really waited, I found that this is really the best.

I don't know if it was because of this reason that he woke up earlier than Jiang Die.

……

Xi Chi had the dream of that day again, as if it was the most precious fairy tale crystal in his heart, which can only be cherished and played in dreams.

When he woke up that day, the gentle wind from the villa by the river blew through the pearl-colored curtains, and the light outlined a gentle arc on Jiang Die's unawakened cheeks.

And he was handcuffed to the door lock in the room of the clubhouse and buried deep in the ground.There is no dawn and dusk without light.

The boy's regular breathing stagnated for a moment, his eyelashes trembled, and his black and white eyes became clear, as if they had been forcibly pulled out of a nightmare.

The slender hands were pulled out from the rough fabric, and they fumbled towards the small lamp by the bed.A cone of faint light casts light on the vertical calendar on one side, and the number "9" in bold and bold is overemphasized in the sleepy eyes of the boy who has just touched the light, so that phantoms appear.

He squinted and tore off the huge "9" with all his might, and threw it into the trash can next to the bed.

Fingertips struggled with helplessness and pain to self-sarcasm.

time is limited.

20

A few months ago, before he met Jiang Die, Xi Chi had been to the organization center.

This club was a well-known duck shop brothel in city h when it was doing erotic transactions like the one Jiang Die saw that day.

And from the few years since Xichi was sold, half of it has been soaked in rotten love, and the other half has been stained with dripping blood.

In his hands is not only wine, but also a knife.

For Xi Chi, the process of performing each task is a double torment of success and failure. From the perspective of task completion, he almost always completes it perfectly, but when it comes to persuading himself to accept the sinking of blood and wine, He was a failure again, and he hated this kind of life extremely.

So, he desperately wanted to escape.

Otherwise, the word "tomorrow" full of hope will only be endless torture for him, and it will be like yesterday that will still be soaked in blood.

There is an unwritten rule here, which was told by S when he lit a cigarette and smiled coldly and maliciously after hearing his application to leave.

If the people who are sold here want to die because of missions or be dealt with by the organization when they get old, it is also very easy to find the third way out of these two ways.

There are only two conditions to be fulfilled, one is to contribute 1000 million to the organization, and the other is to complete the last task entrusted by the organization.

The 1000 million is not the money spent by customers on you, nor is it the money spent by benefactors to make beauty laugh.

It is the so-called commission that is deducted layer by layer after helping the organization complete enough tasks.

These two conditions have been met by no one except s since the establishment of the organization, and the first one alone is daunting.

But Xichi is different. He is good-looking, and his original family background also belongs to the upper class. Even many "benefactors" who came to the club to appoint him tried to build relationships with his uncle and father when they were young and teenagers.In that way, the etiquette of the child taught by the family has a kind of nobility, which makes it easy for him to disguise, and it is also easier for people to have the desire to abuse after peeling off his noble shell and destroying the soft inner core.

What's more, he was carefully trained by s, with his appearance and clothes, his posture and conversation.

In order to break free from the dark chains that were firmly bound to him, S finally felt that it was okay, and after being released to pick up the guests, he desperately took on the task to please the guests, like a hamster, admiring the photo that S taunted and threw on the ground. The amount of money in the bank card on his face is getting higher and higher.

That day, he held his bank card and entered his number in front of the password door of the organization's central office, a series of numbers ending in 0822 that were inseparable from him.

The door quickly slid to both sides. In the center of the huge office stood an ebony desk. A man in a suit and leather shoes was holding a cigar in one hand and was talking on the phone.Seeing him coming in, the man pointed his chin at the sofa beside him, and didn't even bother to give him a look.

"Sit down, 0822."

Immediately afterwards, the man returned to the conversation with the other end of the phone, but the topic turned to Xi Chi, looking at him with naked eyes, as if looking at an item for sale.

"Yes, it's him, don't tell me, since S redeemed himself and became the boss, it's not as difficult as half of his business indicators in recent years..."

The man sneered and shook the cigarette ash in his hand, then put it to his mouth and took a sharp puff, "However, this is also thanks to his unlucky uncle, who smuggled arms and opened up a new road, and unexpectedly went to the old man in an accident." On the head, he lost everything by cheating and cheating, otherwise we would not have found such a good seedling.

After finishing speaking, the man glanced at Xichi who was sitting beside him.

Xichi didn't respond at all, he's been used to listening to it for the past few years, and he won't rush to punch and bite the ground as soon as he heard it when he first came in.After a long time, he understood that this would not solve the problem, and would bring unnecessary beatings on himself.

"Speaking of the old man... I don't know what kind of tendon the old man has recently, and he is making troubles to clean up the ghosts. It's not like last night, he quietly took the silver snakes to a nest."

The man sighed, raised his feet and rested them on the edge of the table, his eyes were empty and his mouth was not idle,

"Don't blame my brother for not reminding you. Recently, I have to carry out my underpants to work, and my left and right arms can be chopped off with a knife, let alone us little shrimps and crabs?"

21

When the man hung up the phone, the bank card in Xichi's hand was somewhat soaked with sweat.

I don't know if s had talked about this incident as a joke after dinner. The man seemed to have seen through Xichi's intentions. As soon as he put down the phone, he stretched out his hand towards him.

Xichi put the bank card that he had been clutching for a long time into the man's hand.

Then the man held the card that had entrusted him with thousands of days and nights of hope, first flipped it front and back as if to confirm something, and then stuck it on a machine.

The man stared at the screen of the computer, his brows were frowned seriously, and then he smiled, with the corners of his mouth raised, and looked at Xichi with a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

"0822, are you bluffing me? Is there any money here?"

"how is this possible?"

There was a "buzz" in Xichi's mind, and it went blank.That card was bought in exchange for his hands covered in glaring blood for several years... How could it not be there?He bent down, his eyes eagerly scanned the screen, and there were several dazzling 0s in the balance column, neatly arranged.

"roll!"

The man held the card between his thumb and forefinger, spit out a word, and threw it in his face like s did before he took the first mission.

Xichi lowered his head, his long bangs covered his eyes, and he couldn't see his expression clearly. The hand holding the table was red and blue because of too much force. Hearing the man's words, he let go, took the card, and walked out the door.

"Don't always think about playing tricks, it's good to stay here. Look at S, like you, he came back in the end. If you...give me the last time, and beg me again, maybe I can help you think about it too." Find a way... What do you think? 0822?"

The man stretched, and the voice passed lazily.

Xichi stood still without looking back, broke the card with trembling hands, and threw it into the trash can by the door.

After that day, he didn't take on the task again, and went to another bar under the name of the owner of the club, not so much to drink away his sorrow, but to find a target that was not controlled by the organization's forces.

Thus, he met Jiang Die.

At the first sight, he chose him as his prey in the crowd, with the expensive hand-made suit and the deep and beautiful face.He even has an acquaintance by his side who is willing to help.

The most important thing is the lonely temperament exuded from the body.

Loneliness often needs people to heal the most.And controlling this loneliness is almost controlling this person.

22

Xi Chi took the check Jiang Die gave him and returned to that office again.

The same ebony table, the same man with a cigar in his mouth, but this time he looked a lot more haggard than when he came last time. I don’t know if it’s because of the old man. With unshaven stubble.

After receiving the check, the man stuffed it into the desk drawer without checking it, then pulled out a file and threw it on the desk.

"This is the mission goal this time, 0822, ah no, it should be Mr. Xichi." He put his hands on the table, raised his eyelids, and observed Xichi's reaction with interest.

After seeing Xichi take out the paper from the archives, he wrinkled the paper with his fingertips. He raised the corners of his mouth in satisfaction and malice, but his frown was full of worry, and the meaning of hypocrisy was almost overflowing. I'm afraid that Xichi won't notice it.

"What? Do you know me?"

Xichi's Adam's apple rolled, and he folded the paper with Jiang Die's photo on it and stuffed it into the file bag.There is a photo that is not a recent photo, and Jiang Die in it still has the willful youthful spirit of his college days, and his handsome facial features are still revealed in the blurred pixels a few years ago.

He stared intently at the man's eyes, piercing the man's pupil like a knife.Suddenly, he laughed, stared into the man's eyes and said,

"Slept."

Then he laughed wider and wider, a blush rose from under his white skin, the corners of his eyes were slanted up, and the overflowing crystal tears could be faintly seen on the edge.

The man looked at him like a monster, "I'll give you a month."

Xi Chi stopped laughing, ignored him, put away his file bag and walked out of the office.

The day before the deadline was his birthday.

Jiang Die said that on that day, he would make up all the birthdays he hadn't celebrated in six years.It must be done grandly, after all, double happiness.

One is to celebrate his birthday, and the other is to congratulate him on finally getting rid of the shackles that have fettered him for six years.

Xichi smiled bitterly, but he hid his bitterness very well.He didn't tell Jiang Die that there are two conditions for leaving that ghost place.

Maybe it's Mingming's premonition.

On the day of moving things from the clubhouse, Jiang Die went with him. With the permit, they went all the way without hindrance. Jiang Die was in a good mood that day, and asked curiously all the way, and Xichi also patiently explained to him.

The two attracted many envious looks along the way, some were envious of Xi Chi's ability to escape from this abyss at a young age, and some were envious of each other beside them.

When we arrived at Xichi's dormitory, Xichi asked Jiang Die to wait outside first. The inside was dirty and messy, so he just went in and cleaned it up by himself.

On the way, Xichi was called out for a last drink, and he might never see him again.

When Xichi came back, most of the things in the house had been moved by Jiang Die to the luggage cart.

While Jiang Die was arranging things, Xi Chi squatted down and touched under the bed, until he touched the small black leather box, he breathed a sigh of relief.Most of it contains props for his usual missions, including a small folding knife, blades, Zippo lighters and some deadly drugs.There are some others that he can't remember clearly, after all, the knife he used more often was the knife that he carried next to his body.

It contains all the things that have been soaked in the smell of blood and cannot wash away the red smell of blood.

He stroked the small box, hesitated for a moment or put it into the backpack behind him.

22

On the day of Xichi's birthday, Jiang Die woke up early, and on the recommendation of the young lady in the flower shop, he bought white roses as bright as snow.

The bouquet of white roses is called "Reversed Paris", which was specially ordered by Jiang Die for that young lady.But she didn't ask any questions, just silently watched him take the bouquet of flowers with a smile, and sighed: "I take back what I said before. It's not that your boyfriend is happy, but that you are too unfortunate."

Jiang Die's hand holding the flower also paused for a moment, and without saying anything, he opened the door and left the flower shop. He didn't see the young lady picked up the phone and pressed the dial button and asked in a cold voice, "So, is this interesting?"

After Jiang Die returned home, he woke up Xichi who was still sleeping.

That day, Jiang Die did not choose to drive uncharacteristically, and rented a shared tram with seats to take Xichi around the city.

They went to the bar where they met for the first time, and ordered two Margaritas. Jiang Die pointed to the trash can by the wall and stuck it to Xichi's ear, "The one you mixed last time was drunk by more than half of the glass."

Xi Chi gave him a gouged look, and restlessly touched his thigh with his hand, secretly exerting force.

Jiang Die hissed and begged for mercy.

Later they went to Aunt Wang's noodle restaurant. This time Aunt Wang called "Xiaojiang Xiaojiang" a lot more cordially than last time. When the two of them were leaving, Aunt Wang did not forget to quietly pull Jiang Die aside.

"Remember to treat Auntie to a wedding candy."

Jiang Die smiled and said nothing.

On the contrary, Xichi's ears were too sharp, and his face turned red when he heard this.

Afterwards, they went to many places they had visited together before, cinemas, cafes, and playgrounds, and they stayed the same.

In the evening, Xichi tugged at the corner of Jiang Die's clothes, pouted and said pitifully that his butt was numb from sitting, and begged him to go back early, but Jiang Die turned his head with a smirk and choked,

"Is it okay to go back?"

Xichi heard the truth in his words, his face was scorching hot, and he resigned to his fate.

It was late when the two of them got home.Entering the living room, Xi Chi wanted to turn on the light, but was stopped by Jiang Die.

He took out his mobile phone, turned on the flashlight, and filled the cake with eighteen candles on the coffee table in the living room.Light up one by one.

The living room is filled with warm yellow light.

The lights are flickering like that night.

"Make a wish."

Jiang Die said, his eyes lit up against the candlelight.

Xichi glanced at Jiang Die, closed his eyes again, and clasped his hands together.

Candles are blown out.

The light in the living room was turned on, and a stack of exquisitely packaged gift boxes floated out of the corner where the candlelight could not reach. The corners of each gift box were carefully marked with numbers, from 1 to 17.

Xichi's lips parted, but he didn't say a word.I just felt that my eyes were so sore that I was about to shed tears.

"Want to drink?"

Jiang Die looked at Xichi's slightly trembling back, felt a pain in his heart, and hugged him gently from behind.

Xichi nodded.

Jiang Die smiled, turned around and took out wine and glasses from the counter in the living room.

The cherry-colored wine bloomed red like blood at the bottom of the glass.

Jiang Die raised the wine glass and touched the one in Xi Chi's hand. Because he didn't control the force well, the scarlet liquid splashed on Xi Chi's hand, and Xi Chi's hand shrank back. He took Xi Chi's finger and sucked it gently. .

One glass followed by another.After an unknown amount of time, Xichi was dizzy in his head, and when he woke up again, he was holding a knife handle in his hand.

The knife that he recognized even after it had turned into ashes had been carried close to his body for several years, and the temperature was the same as his body temperature.

The other end of the knife sank deeply into the chest of the person in front of him.The warm blood made his body temperature rise, rushing against his fingers.

Xi Chi was stunned for a moment, the dark red blood was drawn into his pupils, which contracted with his breathing.

He had cut this silver knife many times into chests gushing with hot or cold blood, and he could tell whether it was a fatal wound or not with just one glance.

But this time he was unwilling to trust experience.

He tremblingly stretched out his hand to touch the mobile phone aside, with only one thought in his head.Maybe there is help.

The person beside him raised his hand to hold him, the movement was slow but with irresistible strength, the cool liquid stained the back of his white hand.Jiang Die held his hand, opening and closing his lips.

Congrats on freedom.

He said.

Xi Chi held his breath, unable to say anything, just shook his head.

The wind at night is very cool, blowing from afar from the river, shaking the white gauze covering the window, filtering through the snow-like white roses on the coffee table, and the snow flutters and falls on the dark red lake.

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The author has something to say:

＊Invert the meaning of Paris: I want to meet you, you can choose the place, forest desert, lakeside at night, grassland and sea, misty streets in the morning, just don’t dream.