the castration plan

Three years later, the same month and the same day.

Lu He presented a bouquet of lilies in front of the grave, and his hands gradually became cold during the spring equinox.The staring and speechless eyes are like leaves falling quietly.

Today's torrential rain is a kind of commemoration or sacrifice. His eyes are not full of tears, but the real tears are hidden in his heart.

"Brother..." Lu Lang said softly, "You have been here for three days, let's stop disturbing Beibei and let him rest well."

"Today is Xiaolu's birthday." Lu He described the day his love died, "Go back, I'll stay with him for a while."

Lu He didn't know how to get out of here. He always felt that Bamuir was lying here, and half of his soul was buried here. How could he walk away?

Even though the lips covered by the damp soil no longer speak moving words, but his eyes and laughter are not buried in that grave, he does not need to speak, he will hear his lover with a heart when he rests in peace Say a thousand words.

Time really has its injustice. After years, Lu He's world is still slowly collapsing.He always stays up all night, seeing the illusory figure of his lover appearing, holding him gently in his chest, just like the lost golden butterfly in the past, always bumping into his arms unexpectedly.When I wake up in the morning, the pillowcase is so damp that it seems that moss or mold can grow.

Baymuir was the angel who took all his prayers.

Snapped!

"Oh..." Lu Lang suddenly called out.

Three years ago, the white egg was accidentally dropped on the ground and lay on the leaves of the ivory mangrove tree. The light refracted by the raindrops made the eggshell glow red.

Lu He picked up a small piece, and his fingers trembled in a very strange and peaceful way.

Lu He is now a visiting professor at a famous school. He is standing on the podium: "Justice is expressed as some universal moral laws, based on conditions such as subject, object, and principle application. It is historical and social, and can be divided into For moral justice, economic justice, political justice, and legal justice. In short, a just act is an act that is conducive to promoting social progress and safeguarding public interests.”

Lu He paused for a moment, stopped this paragraph, and just said to turn to the next page.He rarely loses his composure in the workplace.

Occasionally, some dazed thoughts have occurred to him in recent years: Even in a perfectly just system, where the punishment for crime and innocence, this crime and that crime is exactly the same, nothing can make up for the victims and their families. pain.It seems that the majesty and credibility of the law that he has always maintained is just for irrelevant people to see, and it doesn't really work for him.

Like, at that time, Bemuir had actually approached Wu Yang through a false identity, and sent all the information on terrorists in Helheim to Interpol.After Roman was buried in the flames, Helheim's power was almost wiped out, and Quentin also committed suicide in prison.

For example, Lu He became a licensed foreign-related lawyer and traveled to many countries to promote affirmative action and help amend the constitution. The quality of life of Omega in many countries and regions has been initially improved.

However, these brilliant justices did not make him feel any better.Endless guilt and remorse killed him.

Perhaps, at that time, even though the police chase was getting closer, time was running out, and every second was at stake, he shouldn't have used such extreme methods to get Baymuir to sign the divorce agreement with ulterior motives.

He should have patiently persuaded Bemuir to cooperate with him, he should have used other methods to stabilize Chao Mengsi, he should have bowed his head and kissed the Omega in the car that day, saying that everything was a scam and it was all for their future, It was he who made up his own mind, arrogantly trying to take all the notoriety and danger on himself, and keep Baimuer away from the center of the vortex.

He should, he should...he shouldn't!

No way, no way, why didn't he stay with Baymuir?How can I turn back time?

In that way, that night, Baymuir would wrap himself in a blanket, sleep in the back seat of the car and even eat biscuits like every rainy night.A kiss on a cold day should be a hot flame, enveloping Baymuir, who will never leave him.

Or they would be at home, and Baymuir would put his feet up as soon as he sat down, curl up on the sofa, read a pictorial or play with his fingers, and the other hand had nothing to do, just stroking a cat with his hand, Touching my calves and velvet slippers, I occasionally straightened up and sat on the chair bouncing.

He has almost no fashion taste in private, and puts all kinds of clothes on his body.In short, when Lu He is cooking in the kitchen, the picture will not be too beautiful when viewed from a distance.Trying to bake some treats was difficult because Baymuir would steal the sweet, soft dough and eat anything if he was even a little hungry.But at the dinner table, he held up the chopsticks crookedly to insert the rice, and sat across from him with a beautiful face, and often hunger strike if he was not fed.

Baymuir didn't like to wear shoes at home, and he would be kicked off immediately if he had slippers, and stepped on Lu He's instep with bare feet.He always used a lemon yellow woolen scarf to hide Lu He's platinum-footed glasses, but he was not allowed to go to work.He hid it poorly, and kept the same location every time, but Lu He didn't look for it. He just laughed at him while pampering him, and tapped his nose like a bird's beak.

After the meal, Bemuir would invite some dubious friends to come. He didn't like to play, but he just wanted to make Alpha jealous, forcing the other party to press him hard against the sofa, piano keys, and bathroom walls.He is very shy when he is shy, and has no boundaries when he is slutty.

At twelve o'clock, Baymuir probably wants to eat supper, and he will go out in the snow happily, speeding up to pollute Lu He's ears with noise, and dragging the sleeping man up, but he will regret it when he reaches the door.What is lovely is unreliable, he justified the capricious devil thus: Artists are a little crazy!

His sleeping hands and feet are crazy, but when he sleeps well, he will talk in his sleep obediently, and the content cannot deviate from Lu He.

Or if the rain was lighter that day, Beimuir likes to go to the beach to step on the water, stepping on the white shells with his bare feet with slender toes, and shaking his hands to let Lu He find the little blue crabs. The limbs are stretched out.He is very greedy for the cold, and would put his two thumbs in the pockets on both sides to support himself. He is lazy, so he can't unbutton the buttons. Pounce, fly and peck.

The sun came out soon after the spring rain. The sweaty tan marks on the back of Bemuir's neck were glowing. He refused any brand of sunscreen. Every summer, he would get tanned and white. It's like digging coal back.

He would smooth out the few front bangs, roll his eyes upwards, and watch them draw between his brows, his body would be sticky, and his temper would grow worse when he was uncomfortable.

Lu He knew it too well, so he would pass him hot drinks to avoid the cold.When Beimuir heard that the other party cooked it himself, he would definitely drink a lot of stupidly, but if Lu He told him to slow down, he would dimly answer "Huh?" and asked the other party if he would give me a drink for Xiao San ?The water bottomed out, he refused to raise his head, and finally bit the other party's mouth tremblingly, saying that big brother is good to me, he will always be so good to me.

Memories seem to make Lu He run along a mournful string.

However, all of a sudden, there was no rock on the seashore. It was a huge monument, the monument of the tomb.

There was no rain today either, only invisible drizzle fell on the water of his eyes.