If God is affectionate, forget him

First Sight | Fall 1977 | Boston

The kid looked about eleven or twelve years old, or even younger, and he was in full baseball gear, running straight up to him.

"Where's my ball." He held out his hand to him.

This is an Asian boy with a round face, black eyebrows and amber eyes.

He sneered: "You kid, you're not as tall as a baseball bat."

He was only 13 years old that year, but even among white children, he was already taller than many of his peers.

"I'm not a child," the boy raised his eyebrows. "I don't allow people to call me that. You don't want me to prove it to you. You will regret it."

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A Biao's eyes always follow Julian, no matter when and where.

Julian also seemed to be aware that sometimes A Biao would meet his casual glances, but most of the time, his eyes just swept across him without any expression.But once in a while, twice, he would narrow his eyes, twitch the corner of his mouth slightly, and bring out a very shallow smile. His smile was calm and breezy, but in his eyes it was thrilling and dizzying.

Julian is surprisingly energetic. He starts his morning exercise at 5 o'clock every day, and starts to deal with affairs after breakfast. He often works until after 12 o'clock, sleeping only four hours a day, so he works at full capacity, but he never shows signs of fatigue.His thinking is always one step ahead of everyone else. People who are familiar with him are often afraid that they will speak too slowly and cannot keep up with his speed. He has shown amazing maturity in coordinating various relationships and managing multiple affairs. Not at all like a teenager who just turned 19.

In a blink of an eye, it was May.

That afternoon, because of the distribution of benefits, Julian negotiated with the Dongshan gang for three hours. When the meeting was over and everyone left, he signaled A Biao to turn off the light in the reception room, and then fell directly on the couch. He breathed a sigh of relief, closed his eyes and rested his mind.A Biao saw that his brows were slightly frowned, hesitated for a moment, and said carefully: "Boss, do you have a headache? I have learned a little massage, and I can rub it for you."

Julia didn't say anything, just said "hmm".

He clasped his hands on top of his head, and after reaching his temples from front to back, he began to gently massage the sideburns on both sides, and then slowly rubbed it onto his neck. Julian has a very fresh and pleasant smell, mixed with birch and vanilla, deep, cold and mysterious.

After a while, he suddenly ordered him softly: "Come to the front." He closed his eyes, and there was no emotion in his tone.

He walked in front of him as he said, and found that it was inappropriate to look down like this, so he lowered his body, squatted in front of him in a half-kneeling position, and looked up at him.

Julian was leaning on the sofa, with his head half up, his lips tightly closed, his eyes slightly closed, and his eyelashes fluttered slightly like the wings of a butterfly.Although the room was dark, his skin still shone with a crystal radiance through the dim light.He is so beautiful that it is almost immoral.

His heart suddenly beat wildly.

He held his breath, stretched out his hand cautiously, and unbuttoned his suit trousers.

Julian still didn't open his eyes, didn't speak, his breathing was soothing and calm, as if he was asleep.

But he could feel his body responding with his fingertips.

He was ecstatic in his heart, as if he had obtained some kind of tacit approval, he lowered his head and began to please him wholeheartedly, with the most pious gesture.

The moment Julian was surrounded by him, Julian's body trembled uncontrollably, and then he regained his composure. He kept his eyes closed. snort.

A Biao felt dizzy for a while, as if his soul had come out of his shell, floating in the sky, seeing the sky filled with fireworks.

For this moment at least, Julian was his.

He raised his head and saw Julian squinting slightly, like a cat just waking up, looking at him lazily, then chuckled lightly, but his voice was a little hoarse: "Tonight, you drive me home. "

Julian doesn't love Ah Biao, he knows this very well.

But he didn't feel too bad about it.Because while Julian doesn't love him, he doesn't love anyone else either.

Julian doesn't love anyone.

Julian is a god, and gods cannot fall in love with mortals.

He never thought that Julian would fall in the hands of Hua Gangsheng.

Because he was born good-looking?Although he could be regarded as handsome, it was not that Julian had never seen beautiful boys. There were too many people who wanted to be favored by him, but he had never been tempted.

So at first, even though he had already sensed Julian's extraordinary interest in that man, he thought it was just one of his flings.

If he had known that things would develop to that point, he would rather accept Julian's harshest punishment for him, and get rid of that man at all costs.

In the process of transfer in the institution, he was supported by his former subordinates and successfully escaped, but he was reluctant to leave Hong Kong for a long time.

Because the man is still alive, but Julian has been buried in the cold sea.

On the radio, he heard the police say that he was shot several times, fell into the sea, and his life was unknown.

When he thought that Julian was so afraid of the cold, but had to sleep under such cold and dark water, he couldn't suppress the hatred for that person in his heart.

The man who made Julian fall into the world for him, and finally smashed to pieces.

The author has something to say:

The author has something to say: Drive a car at the request of the masses.While driving, I wanted to talk about fate, so I wrote about a meeting they had eight years ago.Also, in the world of feelings, everything falls from one thing to another.

Therefore, Julian was born in Hong Kong.