the castration plan

Baymuir arranged the creative balloons, pasted the background paper of the pink rabbit on the wall, plugged in the puzzle light box, and arranged the cake flags. He waved his hand and signaled Jiang Weihe to bring the little girl out.

"You were born so beautifully. You are the child with the most beautiful smile in the world. I hope you can become the bravest person in the future." Bemuir gently and slowly let go of the hand covering the girl's eyes, and held a piece of candle The brightly lit world was displayed in front of her, "Happy Birthday, Lingling, Happy Everyday."

Jiang Weihe's gift was flashy, and it looked like it was bought by his assistant temporarily, but Omega flatly refused: "What's the use of doing this? It's more realistic to play with her on the inflatable trampoline."

Baymuir brought a small unicorn pendant with gold and enamel, a courageous and pure Pegasus. Under the docile appearance is the courage to fight elephants and dragons. He hopes that she can also go forward like this.

Since none of them knew how to handle the ingredients, they finally ordered hot pot takeaway, and the supermarket was for nothing.

There were many fights between chopsticks at the dinner table.

Beimuir insisted on putting the pig's brain into the clear soup, but Jiang Weihe put the bowl down and said that I would not eat it, and got the reply of "If you don't eat it, get out".

Jiang Weihe, a proud northerner, said that cooking in stainless steel is not as good as charcoal-fired copper pots, saying that sesame sauce can be dipped in the universe, except for adding coriander, it is heresy. Bemuir said that it would be good to eat on the table, forcing Lai Lai.

In the end, the two had a dispute over how long the bell should ring.

The meal broke up in the middle of the meal, because Baymuir started to have a toothache again, this time it was more serious.There was a child in the room, so he went to the balcony to smoke.

"You smoke less." Jiang Weihe frowned, leaning his back against the railing, "I think you've smoked more than two packs a night, so much addiction? Be careful of lung cancer."

"Fuck your ass." Bemuir flicked a whole piece of ash into the water tank, lit another one, and there was a whole dozen beer cans by his feet.

Jiang Weihe was also used to being scolded by him, and after a while he suddenly asked, "What month is your birthday?"

"Easter next month." Bemuir didn't necessarily regard him as a friend, but he just didn't care. "I haven't checked the exact date of this year."

Jiang Weihe laughed: "Why, you foreigners also celebrate the lunar calendar? There is no fixed date for birthdays."

Baymuir drank too much wine, his face was very hot, the moonlight reflected on his face, and suddenly melted, turning into puddles of silver blue waves, clear, deep and silent, finally merged into his squinted eyes: "My parents passed away very early, and no one told me what day it was."

"I was living in a small house at that time." Bemuir summed up the experience of being a prisoner in the basement.

"I just remember one day when my mother was outside and told me Happy Birthday Penny. She said she was going to buy me a cake and asked me if I wanted vanilla or strawberry. Then I heard a thud on the floor, which was Other children rolled eggs on the ground and played games. The priest's servant boy sang the Passion of Jesus from door to door. Everyone in the town was worshiping the Virgin Mary and singing and dancing in front of the icon. I could hear and think Circus clowns and actors perform on stilts by the river, unicycle procession, and various other costumed parades, dressed as Victorian palace guards, Miss Jersey on a slowly moving float, the priest A small piece of communion bread dipped in a little red wine was left at the door, and a hare patty, which was later maggoted. My mother never came back that Easter."

Jiang Weihe was completely stunned, only hearing bang!boom!boom!There was a slight tremor in the muscles all over his body, and he was speechless for a long time.

Baymuir looked quite relaxed, as if such a deep suffering was nothing to him now, even a small bump in his heart: "Do you know why everyone paints the eggs red and rolls them around? "

"The red eggs represent the blood that flowed out after the crucifixion of Jesus, and also represent the joy of the goddess of life after she was born. The purpose of rolling the eggs back and forth on the ground is to keep the devil inside trembling and tormenting."

Beimuir's well-controlled complexion finally showed a tendency to crack, and he smiled weakly: "But I just felt that day, I seemed to be the devil locked in the egg, or the plague, everyone hates me , if I die, will everyone feel better."

Jiang Weihe reached out to grope for his hand, wanting to take him into his arms who was bitterly cold, and didn't know how to give him a lot of tender compensation: "What stupid things, baby, how could someone not like you? Don't you like it when you're blind?"

Baymuir sneered, and replied lightly: "Do you think it's me who likes it?"

Omega didn't know what kind of hazy state of mind it was, he only thought of Lu He, no one loved him that much, no love could match that kind of love.That love, so indispensable, seemed to be something that had been ripped from his soul.

When Jiang Weihe was asked this question, he was also slowed down for a while, not knowing what to say.

Omega suddenly covered his mouth and rushed to the bathroom.

Bemuir lay on the toilet and vomited heartily. There seemed to be many razor blades stirring in his stomach. He drank too much wine in one breath, and his full stomach began to reflux, and foamy viscous liquid appeared. .

Jiang Weihe hurriedly took some fresh ginger slices and mouthwash, but Omega waved him down, yawned several times in a row, and wiped his nose: "Go out."

"Where am I going when you're like this?" Jiang Weihe brought over two packs of salty biscuits, "Eat something to calm your stomach."

He wanted to liven up the atmosphere and jokingly said: "Easter birthday is also very good. You are Jesus. Jesus can live after death. No wonder everyone says you are like a cat. You should also have nine lives."

"Get out." Bemuir leaned his back against the wall, sneezing and sneezing non-stop, began to tremble from the inside out, and kept repeating the movement of pulling his hair.

Jiang Weihe finally found out what was beyond normal, and Omega couldn't care less, rolled up his sleeves, and there were several unhealed pinholes on his wrist.Intravenous injection is the most harmful form of drug use.

"Are you taking drugs?" Jiang Weihe was shocked to the extreme, "You are fucking crazy!"

If there was any expression on Baymuir's face, it was one of imperceptible sadness.His heart seemed to be grasped by an invisible hand, and he felt something crawling out from the cracks in his bones. His body was alternating hot and cold. When it was cold, it was like being in an ice cave in the deep sea, and when it was hot, it was like standing in the center of a volcanic eruption with magma flowing all over his body. .

He skillfully pushed the injection, but was snatched away by Alpha.

Baymuir hit his chin with an unbiased uppercut, and the next second he knocked the bridge of his nose so bloody, he kicked him a few more times, and quickly beat him into a lump of jelly: "Bring it."

The Omega touched his ear, removed his chin, made the other party feel miserable, twisted his wrist, and broke off the knuckles of his fingers one by one: "Give it to me."

Bemuir's mania was at its peak, he grabbed his arm, twisted it hard, and kicked the kneeling Alpha on the back a few times.

However, Jiang Weihe threw away the weak Omega with all his strength, quickly threw all the methamphetamine into the toilet, and punched the flush button several times.

He rushed to the living room, turned the backpack upside down and shook it, and a bunch of small white powder bags fell out, like a treasure, but was punched by the rushing Alpha, right on the brow bone.

At this moment, a little girl's scream came from the garden.

At the same time, the doorbell rang.

The hand of the woman in the camera, as thin as a hibiscus flower, was a little pale, perhaps because she had shed too many tears, and her eyes seemed a little dull.

"Open the door, Jiang Weihe." She said, "It's me."