Pain fetish

Fu Ge stared at Qi Han's hand in a daze for a long time.

Look at the tiny scars on his palms, the bloody gauze on the back of his hand, and his forearm so thin that only a layer of muscle remains.

Moving his eyes to the other person's face again, and looking at those deeply sunken wet red eyes, he found that Qi Han didn't have the same appearance as before.

Seventeen or eighteen is the best age for Qi Han.

He would always take advantage of the afterglow of the setting sun to go to the playground to play ball. The setting sun coated the sweaty boy with a halo of light, and every drop of sweat was full of joy and wantonness.

The strong genetic blood makes him proud at birth, but his father's gentleness and humility are revealed in his bones. The unique publicity and vitality of young people are undoubtedly revealed in him, but because of his unlucky childhood, there are a few traces of light and faint loneliness.

The alpha who can make a little painter fall in love with just one glance, not only Fu Ge was fascinated by him in high school.

As long as he is there, the basketball court will always be crowded with people, and suitors will send water and towels in droves during the intermission.

Qi Han would only refuse indifferently, and the people who passed through the half court rushed towards Fu Ge as if they were chasing their own light under the eyes of everyone.

Hugs, lifts, kisses.

He let his little boy friend who was one head short sit on his arm, and hugged him like a child, but the words he asked were more childish than anything else: "Brother, was I handsome just now?"

Fu Ge's body was covered with his sweat, and his light blue sweater was also torn. He wrapped his arms around his neck and said, "Ahan is so handsome, I can't control myself."

How could the bloody boy bear this kind of words, and he lay on his shoulder like a big golden retriever dog, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! cry."

Fu Ge's heart was numb, and he pinched his ears, "Do you want to be so vulgar?"

"Then I can't help it when I see you."

In the past five years, things have changed.

The nightmare that year destroyed not only Fu Ge, but also Qi Han who finally broke free from the abyss.

After being silent for 5 minutes, he tentatively closed his palms, "You can give it to me, can you?"

Fu Gehong looked away and acquiesced.

Qi Han almost wept with joy, tightly clutching the two rings with separated diamond settings, "There is only a small crack in the diamond, I will ask someone to help me put it back tomorrow."

Seeing him satisfied like a stupid dragon who got a gem, Fu Ge felt his heart be pinched, and almost blurted out: "I can pretend."

Qi Han froze, almost suspecting that he was hallucinating, "Brother... you said... you want to help me pretend?"

"Forget it yourself-"

"Don't! Don't count! Don't count!" Qi Han half squatted beside the bed, couldn't help holding his hand, both of them were taken aback by the overlapping heat.

"The people outside can't handle it well, so you can pretend for me, okay?"

Fu Ge didn't answer, and Qi Han took it as his consent.

"Sleep, I won't disturb you anymore."

He put the person under the quilt, turned his head and quickly wiped his eyes.

Fu Ge's mouth was stuck and he couldn't speak. He just turned around and didn't look at him with a stern face, even the back of his round head was full of frustration.

Qi Han thought he was so cute, couldn't help but stared at him for a long time, and waited until Fu Ge's breathing stabilized before he dared to stretch out his hand to straighten him a little bit, "There's an arm injury over there, don't press it."

He tore off a piece of paper, wrapped the ring, and drew a little bear on the paper, which was his exclusive symbol.

Fu Ge also likes to use various cute graphics to mark close people when he is drawing, which he calls stamping.

The art teacher's is a small man with instant noodles, and the classmate's senior sister has a bunch of colorful camellias. Even the stray cat in school, Fu Ge drew a paw on the canned food he bought for it.

The boyfriend's logo is even more unique, a little bear holding a jar of honey, because Qi Han is his Mr. Bear.

"Brother poked and covered it." He pointed to the pattern on it and the sleeping Fu Ge and said, "The ring is considered a gift from my brother, and I can't go back and take it back."

Turning off the night light, he leaned over and kissed Fu Ge's hair: "Sweet Dream Baby, I'll give you French fries tomorrow."

A few minutes later, the small ball on the bed turned around again, Fu Ge slowly opened his eyes, waking up and blending into the night.

I went to bed late the next day, and breakfast had already been delivered.

On the head of the bed was stewed seafood porridge, crystal shrimp dumplings, white and fat Xiaolongbao, and a large portion of freshly fried French fries.

The little beta who just woke up looked at the fries in a daze, then glanced at the one-way glass on the wall, and stretched out his fingers to "snap" the fries away.

Qi Han, who was hiding outside, couldn't help laughing, "If you don't eat it, it will be gone. I told the nutritionist for a long time before I promised to let you eat it once."

As if deliberately against him, Fu Ge had a rare appetite for breakfast today, and tasted a little of everything, except for the French fries.

Not only did he not touch it, but every time he took the shrimp dumpling, he flicked the plate of French fries in distaste, from one end of the table to the other, Qi Han wanted to rush in to help him carry it.

"Stop flicking it, if you flick it down again, take it out on me if you hate me, what are you doing bullying French fries."

Naturally, Fu Ge couldn't hear what he said. He was really about to drop the plate, but he couldn't give up. He quickly reached out to save it, and walked along with a piece of French fries like a thief.

If there is one, there will be two. He ate it slowly while disgusting it. Both mouths were full and he chewed together. He looked satisfied and guilty, just like a fat hamster stealing food. Already ate the whole plate.

It just so happened that the doctor went into the ward round at this time and saw the empty plate: "Hey, I am very active in eating today. What is this plate, the nurse will write it down and ask the nutritionist to prepare more."

Fu Ge's ears turned red in embarrassment, trying to cover it up: "Do you have to remember this, I eat...almost..."

"It's almost like you used to eat bird food every day. What is it? You won't steal those heavy oily and spicy things, right?"

"No!" Fu Ge said angrily, "It's French fries..."

"French fries? Not even french fries!"

The doctor stared: "Not to mention the high starch content, it's still deep-fried, who gave it to you? Is it your family members!"

He may have been a pediatrician in the past, and he spoke with ease: "I have really convinced these family members, and I can really spoil the child. The patients are too young to control their mouths, and the adults are also ignorant?"

Now everyone on the next floor knew that not only did he steal French fries, but he was also arrested.

Fu Ge's cheeks flushed with embarrassment: "I'm not a doctor, I, I'm already in my 20s, I don't need family members..."

"If you don't need family members, who brought these junk food in for you?"

"All right, Doctor Lin."

The "family members" who had been watching the bustle for a long time walked to the door, their eyes wandered over Fu Ge who was slumping, and said to the doctor: "It's almost done. He has been greedy for several days, so he ate a little. Let's see what you can do." For training."

The doctor rolled his eyes at him, "President Qi, you're in good health again, aren't you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Alpha's eyes shot straight at him, and Qi Han looked at him with a smile on his face. Even though he was so weak, his ferocious aura still made people shudder.

The doctor knew he had made a slip of the tongue and almost slipped, "President, I—"

Alpha nodded outwards, "Go and check other rooms."

After the two walked a long distance, Fu Ge's face was still red and white, and it was so lively that Qi Han liked it, and asked softly, "Are you full?"

"There are some French fries in the kitchenette, let me steal them for you? Do you want sauce?"

The door closed with a "bang", Fu Ge pulled the small curtain that blocked the window depressed, and became angry from embarrassment, "Go away!"

Qi Han leaned against the door panel and smiled, "You are ungrateful, who saved you just now."

It seems that Fu Ge's attitude towards him began to ease from the moment he gave him the USB flash drive.

People who have had enough bitterness grasp a little bit of sweetness and stop talking. Qi Han doesn't think about whether there are other reasons for his change of attitude, and completely ignores that that night was the first time Fu Ge increased his pheromone dose.

After finishing the inspection this afternoon, Fu Ge went to the garden on the first floor to let the wind go, and picked up the little boy in the yard again.

He was wearing a red sweater and a small green wool cap on his head. From a distance, he looked like a plump strawberry lying in the grass.

Fu Ge couldn't help but leaned over and patted him on the shoulder, "What's wrong?"

The little boy was shaking his shoulders and crying, saying that he slept too soundly during his afternoon nap and accidentally wet the bed, making the picture book full of water circles, he was ashamed and dared not tell the adults.

"..." Fu Ge moved his finger away from the picture album calmly, but he really couldn't coax people: "Bedwetting... It doesn't matter, everyone can wet the bed."

The little boy looked at him eagerly: "Does brother also wet the bed?"

"Hmm... I pissed."

The little boy regained his confidence in an instant, and asked expectantly, "When did you pee? Was it this afternoon?"

Fu Ge was more worried than he was with a bitter face, "It's not like that, it should have been in the afternoon more than ten years ago, but it won't be now."

"What! My brother is no longer peeing..."

The little boy curled his mouth, and Jin Doudou immediately popped out.

"Hey, don't cry, don't cry... Then I'm past that time..." Fu Ge made him cry, and coaxed him at a loss, "It's okay to wet the bed, um... Although you still wet the bed at your age It's really less..."

Hearing this, the little boy cried even more sadly, it was deafening, "Woooooo, only I am still wetting the bed..."

He looked pitiful and embarrassed, and he was so funny. Fu Ge couldn't help laughing twice, and the little boy suddenly felt that the sky was falling, "My brother laughed at me too... woo woo woo..."

The eyes of four or five-year-old children are like faucets, not only crying endlessly, but also reverberating. When Qi Chuan came over, Fu Ge was so worried that he almost cried with him.

"How can a child be stumped?"

He picked up the album and flipped through it, and suggested: "You can help him fix the wet painting."

"Why did Mr. Qi come over this afternoon?"

Pump pheromones generally in the morning.

Qi Chuan shook the bag in his hand: "Give something to the child."

Fu Ge didn't know that the child he was talking about was Chen Xing, so he didn't ask further, just said: "I can't draw well, and I will probably destroy his picture album."

The heart that the little boy gave him was covered in paint, and Fu Ge didn't dare to write anymore.

Qi Chuan looked at him for a long time, then smiled suddenly, "Be humble, Mr. Qi's favorite student, if you can't draw well, no one will dare to say that you can draw."

"Mr. Qi knows the teacher? Ah yes, the surname Qi is rare, the teacher is your—"

"Grandfather, the "Red-beaked Bird" you painted in those days is still hanging on the front wall of my living room, and he praises everyone."

Fu Ge's eyes turned red: "Teacher, he still..."

The rest of the words were not asked.

During the summer vacation after graduating from high school, he participated in the summer camp of the Academy of Fine Arts, and took classes with Professor Qi for one and a half months.

The old gentleman liked the aesthetic tension created by the collision of innocence and enthusiasm in his writing the most. He almost dragged him to school after the course was over, and threatened to recognize Fu Ge as his grandson.

All the feelings of those who become attached to each other through art are pure.

"I agreed to enter the Academy of Fine Arts as his student. He made a tea sign for you a long time in advance, and delayed the registration time for two full months under pressure, but you never went."

Qi Chuan sat on the lawn, his jawline stretched sharply: "It's been five years, and you haven't been seen. You only donated a sum of money. Who will get that name tag?"

Fu Ge's tears wet the end of his eyes. Shame, unwillingness, helplessness and hatred welled up in his heart, "I want to go, but I don't have the face to see the teacher, I can't draw anymore...I can't even hold the pen..."

It's not that he hasn't imagined his own future. How many high-spirited young people will be willing to be mediocre?

The "Red-beaked Bird" was just drawn on a whim during his summer camp, but Mr. Qi watched the whole process silently behind him, pointed to Fu Ge and said, "This kid will take over my class in the future."

He is the first one among tens of thousands of students in the Academy of Fine Arts to be able to boast such praises to a leading artist at home and abroad.

No matter how humble and introverted little beta is, he can't help but feel a little proud, looking forward to his future with all his heart.

Painting and family were all Fu Ge's longings secretly hidden in his heart at the age of 18, but they were destroyed by Qi Han in the half-month of darkness.

How could he not hate.

"Is there anything I can't draw?"

Qi Chuan looked into the distance, and his voice was soft and open-minded: "The eyes can still see, and the arms are still strong. You can't write because you value the things you fear more than your love. Xiaoge, you are not punishing him. , you are punishing yourself."

"You...you know about me? Mr. Qi, did we—"

"You will remember." He took out a pen and placed it in Fu Singer's heart, "Draw a picture for me, as a gift for the brooch."

"No, I can't draw..."

The retreated wrist was supported by Qi Chuan's fingertips, and he said, "Don't worry, I will take you with me."

After five years, Fu Ge once again completed a complete painting. Although it was just a simple cartoon image, the painting was crooked.

He rubbed the drawing paper cherishingly, and he no longer knew how to thank Qi Chuan, "You saved me both physically and mentally."

Qi Chuan raised his hand to stroke the broken hair behind his ear, "You need to get well soon."

He tore off the drawing paper, "Then I will take this painting away."

As soon as the words were spoken, his wrist was suddenly grabbed by a strong force, and the aggressive alpha pheromone was smashed down on his head. Qi Han stared at them with scarlet eyes, "What are you doing?"

A bead of sweat oozed from Qi Chuan's forehead, he squeezed his lips tightly and tried his best to break away from the other party's hand, he took a breath and said, "Xiaoge is drawing for me."

"Xiao Ge? It's really intimate." His face was ashen, and he was about to be blown out of anger. When he saw the painting in his eyes, his head exploded with a "buzz".

On it is a little bear holding a jar of honey.

A little bear that belongs exclusively to Qi Han.

"You drew this? Give it to him?" He tried his best to calm himself down, but his eyes were still full of anger when he looked at Fu Ge.

Fu Ge didn't even look at him, and said to Qi Chuan: "Mr. Qi, go back first, I will visit your teacher at your house some other day."

"Are you still going to his house?" Qi Han was completely blown away by this sentence, turned around and pressed Qi Chuan's shoulder, and was about to grab the painting.

"Be careful!" Fu Ge exclaimed to stop, but it was too late.

Both of them grabbed a corner of the drawing paper and pulled it in their direction, only to hear a "stab", and the little bear was torn in half on the spot.

The outstretched hand froze in the air, and Fu Ge stared blankly at the painting that had been divided into two, as if he was frozen by the scene in front of him.

"It's been five years, and I've only painted this one..." he said hoarsely.

"Hold...sorry." Qi Han panicked instantly, and hurriedly snatched half of the sheet from Qi Chuan's hand, and put it together, "May I help you glue it together, don't be sad, just stick it together."

"Stuck?" He sneered, looking at Qi Han with red eyes, "If something is broken, it is broken, and it will never return to its original shape."

There was a big hole in Qi Han's heart, panic and fear reached the peak, "Brother...don't be like this..."

Fu Ge turned around to say goodbye to Qi Chuan, and said to Qi Han after they left, "The ring is ready."

"Pretend it, it's ready... Thank you brother."

He stammered and nodded, and went back to the ward with Fu Ge in a daze, watching Little Beta take out the two well-installed rings and put them on the operating table.

The next second, Fu Ge suddenly picked up the hammer next to him, and with a "bang", the hammer fell from his hand, and the two diamonds were smashed to pieces, and the splashed residue fell on Qi Han's dull face.

Fu Ge dropped the hammer and said, "Take it."

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Hold on, everyone, there will be a turning point soon, guilty conscience?·??·??

Just in case someone asks me, although diamonds are very hard, they are also very brittle. A good diamond will break after being hit with a hammer a few times. The one with cracks will be faster, and it will basically be finished with a hammer. Check here.