soulful game

That man is my father. "This time it was Ji who broke the calm first.

This was the first time that Shen Qingshang heard about his private affairs, even though he always felt that he was a somewhat mysterious person, but because of his master-slave status, he still couldn't save himself from asking.Of course, he actually found someone to investigate in private, but whether it was the reports from his subordinates or Gu Chenxiang's description of their encounter, it seemed that the other party was just an ordinary wandering yogi, living the simplest life of eating and sleeping in the open , If you really need money, go to various high-end places to perform yoga kung fu to earn some expenses.Could his parents be like this?

"My father is also a yogi. It should be said that I was not originally. I wanted to follow the path my father walked on. I wanted to go to the places he had been to, to see the scenery he had seen, and to know that when he walked alone I was thinking about something. But..." Mo smiled helplessly, "Without his guidance, I would be nothing after all."

"Alone?" Shen Qingshang grasped the key point in the words, he quickly took the opportunity to ask, "What about your mother? Didn't she accompany him?"

"Mother... separated from my father. When I didn't meet my mother, my father was alone. When I met my mother later, they should have spent a very happy time together, and then separated." He said it so lightly, but Shen Qingshang intuitively felt that this was not a simple love story.

Reminiscent of Ji's mixed-race appearance, Shen Qingshang asked: "Is it a foreign relationship? Your mother has returned to China? For some reason, your father can't go with you?"

Ji smiled lightly: "Well, Mr. is very smart. My mother's family has half Italian blood."

No wonder, the straight and deep facial features of Yi Ying are so good-looking - the ethnic mix in southern Europe is complex, and the appearance of Italian men has a unique advantage.

Shen Qingshang's tone seemed to be superfluous and he didn't want to say more.Shen Qingshang, as his nominal "master", naturally couldn't show too much concern.So he said, "Then I'll ask you one last question."

"Ok?"

"Your name," Shen Qingshang said, "tell me your name——'Jue' isn't your real name?"

"No, '易' means myriad changes. It is the practice name given to me by my yogi master. He hopes that through cultivating my own spirit, everything can follow my heart, adapt to everything and change but always maintain my original mind. "

Everything changes according to one's heart.Shen Qingshang felt that it was right to use this term on him. This person seemed to be wearing a thousand masks. Sometimes he was serious, sometimes joking, sometimes sincere, sometimes cunning, sometimes humble, sometimes Presumptuous, sometimes he will look affectionate when he stares at you, but when his eyes look elsewhere, there is always a little indifference in his eyes... as if he has seen through everything, is in control of everything, and doesn't really care about anything.Which face is his real face?Rao is as clever as Shen Qingshang, but he can't see clearly, can't figure it out.

After a pause, he continued: "I follow Mr., and it is enough for Mr. to call me 'Qi' when he orders me. Isn't the name just a code name?"

"Okay, then if one day you block the knife for me and die, will it be enough for me to just carve the word '易' on your tombstone?" Shen Qingshang remembered that Jue once said that he would protect him and block the knife for him. , Thinking of the scenes of their getting along for so long, if one day he really died because of himself, would he be sad?

"If there is such a day, I will definitely tell you my name before I die." Moe looked at Shen Qingshang firmly, his eyes reflecting the flickering flames in the bonfire, "But sir, there is no need to erect a monument for me, as long as you Here, it is enough to leave me a place to bury."

Treat seriously raised a hand and pressed it to his heart.

day

Several days passed like this.Shen Qingshang watched Ji busy every day, going in and out of the woods, and every time he went in empty-handed, he would always come out with a lot of fresh fruits, some were sour and sweet, and some were too bitter to bear. Pharyngeal.

And Shen Qingshang was sitting by the beach and waiting, with the sea breeze blowing, looking into the distance, watching the sun rise and set, and the tide rise and fall.Sometimes when he was bored of waiting, he would try to light a fire.Holding the wooden stick and rubbing vigorously, the palms of the rubbing ground hurt, and the fire did not ignite.It was only then that he realized that what he had done so easily was not so easy when he did it himself.Then he threw the wooden stick in his hand angrily, after a while, after thinking about it, he picked it up quietly again.

Lue came out of the woods, just in time to see this scene in his eyes.A pair of warm big hands quietly covered the back of Shen Qingshang's fair and beautiful hands. Shen Qingshang was squatted on the ground and half hugged him from the back. His first reaction was to try to break free, but only after struggling did he feel the soft buttocks clinging tightly to each other. The embarrassing part of his heart skipped a beat, and he let him go.

Jue put her lips against Shen Qingshang's ear, and said softly, "It should be like this." Then she took his hand and turned it around, like magic, the flames were under his control" Bass——" The ground suddenly rose up, and the fire became more and more prosperous.

From then on, Shen Qingshang became enlightened, and he would also learn how to light a fire to roast fish during the time when Yi was not around.When he left every day, he would leave enough rations for him. At first, he patronized grilling fish to eat, but gradually he felt that he was eating alone, and he lost his appetite for some reason. Vigorous.He remembered the cold jokes that Shi told him every time he ate, so he quietly baked an extra one and put it beside him waiting for him.

There was another time when Shen Qingshang was leaning on the rock, and fell asleep in a daze while waiting.Suddenly he felt the light dim, and something blocked the sunlight in front of him.He opened his eyes and saw a cute little hare with long ears being held in his hand, and the little thing whose ears were pinched was still staring at the air with its powerful legs trying to escape.

In good conscience, Shen Qingshang never thought that small animals were cute before, he just hooked his little finger to kill a lot of people without even blinking his eyes.But probably because he stayed away from that kind of atmosphere for a long time, and the killing spirit has also faded. For some reason, he remembered that when he was a child, when his parents were still there, there were a few little rabbits at home, and the fluffy ones liked to roll on him. , At that time, I didn't know what killing was, what was cruelty, and my hands were still clean without blood.

"Leave it alone," he said to Che.

Ji was stunned for a moment, then said softly, "Okay."

As soon as the little rabbit landed, it spread its legs and ran towards the woods as if flying.

This island is huge, and even though Yi went in every day, he never explored a large area.

They dragged the kayak to a sheltered corner on the shore, broke some branches from the forest, built a roof on it, and built a "branch wall" around it to prevent wind.It was tied with hemp rope, and although the sound of salsa leaves could be heard when the wind blows, it still couldn't fall down.

Shen Qingshang always drove Jue outside to sleep at first, but one morning when he woke up and saw Jue fell asleep leaning against the "branch wall" with his head tilted, looking very pitiful, he suddenly felt conscience-conscious. I can't bear it.

So that night he said to Ji: "Come in and sleep, I'm afraid you'll collapse this 'wall' for me."

Knowing that he was a knife-mouthed bean curd heart, she hurriedly thanked him, and moved in with a smile.

That night, Shen Qingshang tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.

The raft was not too big, and the two big men lay down without leaving too much space.The two of them slept foot to foot, otherwise the two men would be head to head, and as soon as they turned their faces, they would be within sniffing distance, which would be embarrassing.

Hearing the steady and even breathing of the person next to him, Shen Qingshang felt a little upset for no reason.

This man... actually can sleep!In the past, she had nothing to do, but she always acted like a sea of ​​love in front of him, but now she is in the same "room" with him, pretending to be a gentleman... What are you thinking!

Shen Qingshang couldn't understand himself anymore, he obviously hated all his daring molestations before, so why is he thinking so wildly now.

But there are some things, the more you don't let yourself think about them, the inexplicable thoughts will follow you into your mind like a demon.Shen Qingshang's mind recalled that day in Chen Xiang's massage club, when Jue hugged him so emotionally that he almost made a fake show, and he still remembered the light and confusing breath that sounded in his ears: "To Mr. How can a beautiful person be indifferent?"... Then, how can he be indifferent now?Is it because I have slept in the open recently, has my appearance faded?

Shen Qingshang was just about to shoot himself in the temple.He ordered himself not to think about these nonsense anymore, and quickly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Cave

A few days later, Jue suddenly came out of the forest excitedly, holding Shen Qingshang's arm and was about to run in.

"What are you doing! Let go." Shen Qingshang has always been sensitive to physical contact.

"Ahaha, I'm sorry sir, I found a cave with something good in it, but I forgot it when I was happy." Ji's face was shining with excitement.

"Cave? What's inside?" Shen Qingshang was also aroused by him.

"Let's go, I'll take you to see it." This time, Ji Xin didn't try to hold his hand again, but made a way forward by himself, motioning him to follow.

They drilled in the woods for a long time, so long that Shen Qingshang wondered how, without the guidance of road signs, he remembered the path where the trees along the way looked similar.

at last,