burn heart with fire

The night is dark, the moon is thin and the moon is curved, and the stars are covered by thick clouds.

Although the night is as dark as ink, a moving figure can still be vaguely discerned on the eaves of the corner of the painting, as well as faint and audible breathing, which is hidden in the night except for the obscene vocal music.

The thin and frail boy felt the strong heartbeat that was about to come out of his throat every time and his legs that were as heavy as lead, but the threatening and chasing voices behind him became more and more intense, and he could only continue to run forward endlessly.

Seeing that the end of the eaves was getting closer and closer, he knew that the Huanxiang Tower was so high that if he jumped off it, he would be killed on the spot.

Finally struggling to the brink of despair, Nuzhen stopped his bare feet full of scars, and had to face the predicament on both sides.He turned around and looked back, and saw several burly men standing under the half-bright sky illuminated by the lights, slowly approaching like snakes and scorpions.

"Little brat, can you run like this?"

Nuzhen's lips trembled violently and knelt down: "Brother, please let me go."

"Let go? Heh, as long as you obediently come back with me, little beauty, you will have no worries about wealth and status in your life." A disdainful laugh sounded in my ears, "I've signed the deed of selling myself for several years, it's up to you Repent."

What's the use of begging?Nuzhen stood up in despair, determined to die.

But under the eaves, he saw the young man in white who made him dream about him all his life——

The man was dressed in white and stood with his hands behind his back, but he just stopped quietly downstairs.He has sword eyebrows and starry eyes, his eyes seem to carry the stars in the sky, and he is looking here with piercing eyes because he heard the sound, probably because he noticed the predicament of the young man on the eaves, he opened his arms and raised his head and shouted: " Jump, I'll follow you."

Behind the brightly lit Huanxiang Building is the dim old street. The man's eyes are piercing and his arms are slightly open...

It's inexplicably reassuring.

In a panic, Nuzhen clenched his teeth, took a step forward with numbness, and immediately fell into the air uncontrollably... He closed his eyes tightly, and heard the sound of the wind whistling in his ears and his chaotic heartbeat .

The expected pain did not come, and he fell into a warm embrace, which held him tightly, safe and strong.

If it wasn't for the sound of chasing from not far away, Nuzhen didn't even want to leave.

I felt that the palm of my hand connected to the back of my hand was pierced by a sharp stone somewhere, and blood was dripping warmly...

He hurriedly stood aside awkwardly, afraid that the blood would stain the man's luxurious clothes.The young man just sat up with a muffled grunt, and came to look at his palm. The man seemed to have been injured before, with a thick bandage slightly protruding from his arm, but the wound was torn apart again by the impact, and blood spread. , especially glaringly spread out on the white clothes.

"Thank you, son..." Before Nuzhen finished speaking, he was held in his arms again by that person, and he took the lightness kung fu all the way to the remote north of the city. The resolute and handsome chin of a man who is much bigger than himself is fascinated...

Do you believe in love at first sight?

"I shouldn't be chasing you..." He stopped in front of the ruined temple, lowered his head to meet Nuzhen's eyes, the latter hurriedly avoided his concerned eyes, his voice was as gentle as its owner's temperament, and there was a change in his voice Peculiar hoarseness.

The thin and small man knelt down again and kowtowed three times, "Thank you, my lord, for your great kindness. There is nothing I can repay in this life as a slave."

He just smiled slightly, his eyes still bright.

The boy stared blankly in place, his heart beating wildly.

"Young Palace Master, the wound is open." Behind the young man in white, an old man suddenly made a sound like a ghost. The voice was as thin as a mosquito, but it seemed that he had exhausted all his strength to speak, which was audible. The cold hairs stood on end, densely packed with goose bumps all over his body.

Nuzhen swayed, terrified, and reflexively looked towards the source of the sound.

The man bowed his head silently, with his narrow shoulders slumped, only the outline of a crooked figure can be seen, and even his belt is hidden in a place where there is only darkness. I looked carefully and curiously, but it was still vague I can't see the man's facial features clearly.

The person who was called the "Young Palace Master" ignored it, and instead said to the person kneeling on the ground: "It's okay, get up quickly."

The kneeling man pursed his lower lip and said, "My lord, the villain is willing to be an ox and a horse for you, and can do any dirty work..."

"No need, it's just a matter of raising your hands."

It turns out that there are not so many plots of storytellers who promise to be slaves with their bodies.

It turns out that if you thank you for the freedom you have finally obtained and which you regard as a treasure, you will also be rejected by others.

The person who was rejected just kept looking into his eyes in disappointment. Yin Wushang stared at the pair of beautiful faces full of disappointment, was stunned for a while, then felt that he had lost his manners, and explained embarrassingly: "Excuse me for my gaffe. Yes, you are beautiful."

Those who were praised lowered their eyes.

nice?What's the use?

The person who was praised looked down at himself in an unfit large dance and singing suit, tugging at the sleeves, showing embarrassment. Compared with the handsome and elegant young man in white, he showed his stupidity even more.The Young Palace Mistress was silent for a while, and took out the jade ring that was broken into half pieces from her bosom. Although it was broken into half pieces, the jade ring was green and round, emitting a soft light in the night.

He spread out his palm and handed it to Nuzhen, who was hanging his head.

"Young master can't."

"Young princess, this is not acceptable." These words were not only spoken by the young man, but also by the old man. "Young palace master should not give away indiscriminately, this is related to the important matter of enthronement."

The young man in white said: "It's broken, even if I take the two halves, they won't let it go." So he gently stuffed it into the young man's hand, and then closed his palm for him.Say no more, turn around and leave.

The person who left was slow and firm step by step, and his heart followed closely behind him until the figure completely disappeared from his eyes. Words, but only feel the flat and smooth touch of the fingertips.

He tightly held the jade jue in the palm of his hand, like a drowning man embracing driftwood, grasping all hope.

The man said in a voice as gentle as a spring breeze, "No problem."

He said, "You are beautiful."

He said, "Jump, I'll follow you."

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Nuzhen repeated such a sweet dream again and again. Ten years later, that warm spring voice was still imprinted in his mind, lingering in his dreams, as if pulling the flow of blood in his walking dead body.

He slowly opened his eyes, and the dream disappeared, leaving only the gray partition and the cobweb-covered curtain in front of him.After a simple combing, it is time to start a whole day of hard work.

In autumn, the well water is getting colder and colder, and it is so cold that the chills rise from the hands and soak into the bones.Nuzhen's hands were also rough and swollen due to constant immersion in cold water, and the scar on the back of his hand was even more shocking.He often thinks with relief that maybe, the ugly mark left by God on the back of his hand is to give himself a reason to look for him in the future, and every inch and inch is proof of missing him.

Nuzhen caressed the scar that grew into the flesh, not feeling ugly, but happy.Day after day, with the half jade ring in his arms, he listened to the past events discussed by those knights in the early morning atmosphere, and occasionally heard a story about the master of the Promise Palace breaking through the ninth level of merit, and he seemed to be excited. I do it myself.Or hearing how the people in the inn eloquently narrated the murderous blood of the master of the Promise Palace, but he just wanted to go forward and reason, and all he remembered was Wushang's goodness, and his warm embrace , his gentle eyebrows.

He said: "No problem." He said: "You are beautiful." He said: "Jump and I will follow you."

Will the person who left an amazing shadow when he was young, still remember him?

Seemingly staring at his frozen red fingertips in a daze, he couldn't help feeling bitter in his heart.

Suddenly there was a cracking sound downstairs, and the sound of "嗤啦嗤啦" successfully attracted everyone's attention.He was stunned, then followed the voice and looked into the hall stiffly... Sure enough...

A weak and haggard man with disheveled hair but a handsome face was thrown onto the table, and his naked clothes were forcibly torn off, revealing a large area of ​​shriveled skin.He lay stiffly on the table, his back and legs trembling non-stop, but he couldn't make any resistance, waiting to be tortured like a storm.

The bright Zang Hong seal on the man's left shoulder hurt Nuzhen's eyes, but he couldn't do anything.

In addition to tidying up the thin clothes on the left shoulder with fear every day, I have been confirming that my imprint will not appear in front of others for ten years.

That's right, he is also from the Yi tribe, and the person who was bullied at the table is his own tribe.

From childhood to adulthood, the first person Nuzhen witnessed being bullied was his biological father.There have been no females in the Yi tribe for generations, and it is rumored that the men of this tribe are alluring and beautiful, and they live in the extreme north, where the Central Plains is rarely seen.All men can have children, but the father gave birth to him, but when he was weak in childbirth, he was captured as a coolie for a poor family... Like all his fellows, his father was withdrawn and timid, and he was always bloated due to pregnancy. Stomach, due to bad luck, he is taciturn and will never express his love to his son, but he silently chooses to be a slave everywhere to block all the pain.Their lives are like ants and lowly. Those poor people who can't marry a wife can resell them from human traffickers with a few copper coins, and even rob them to reproduce.

Regardless of the heat or cold, regardless of sowing or harvesting, he has always been a poor slave, born like a slave, and grown up like a slave.

After gradually growing into an adult, the youngest son of the master's unmarried son began to show the most dirty eyes to him.At first, they just teased him in every possible way, and then one day when Nu Zhen had just entered the firewood house unprepared, he threw him down on the thatch stack.

Nuzhen was terrified, struggling hard, touched the rusty sickle beside him, and inserted it straight into the back of the person on his body.

He will never forget the endless, shading of the sun and the tragic scene of his father being beaten to death after kneeling on the ground to plead for him...

If it wasn't for the neighbor's family members who sneaked into the woodshed to rescue him who was covered in injuries, he might have turned into a corpse long ago.

At that time, he naively thought that he was free, but he was sold into a brothel by his hard-pressed elder brother of the same clan.

Lustful, drunk, and rich, he had no choice but to look at all the love and love in the world with cold eyes, and finally fell into it, unable to extricate himself, into the tender embrace of his youth.

Nuzhen thought that as long as he didn't take off his clothes, his life would never be disrupted again.

Witnessing the misery of his fellow clan, he knew he was selfish, and watched his fellow clan being bullied.But if he was rescued from birth, he would definitely... Looking back on his father's dismal ending... He is not worthy of enjoying all the love and affection in this world, and will be alone for the rest of his life.

The author has something to say:

If I remember correctly, it was about five years ago.

Black history, nothing to see or nothing to see.

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