soulful game

They all wrinkled up, "It's good that Qing Shao is not injured, even if I die from pain, I'm willing."

Shen Qingshang stared at him in a daze for a while, could it be that what he saw at that moment just now must have been his delusional illusion?Shen Qingshang couldn't see through.But the vigilance he had cultivated through his years of underworld career soon returned to his consciousness: Why did this little yogi named "Qi" not die in the face of those well-trained killers?Is it because there are some unique stunts in their kung fu practice, or... maybe he has something to do with tonight's assassination?

"You, come back with me." Shen Qingshang pointed at Jue, and after saying a word, he turned and walked out of the bathroom.

Stream sound

The slender and well-articulated fingers bounced and cruised on the black and white keys, and the beautiful piano sound poured out like moonlight, filling the large and empty two-story villa.Shen Qingshang closed his eyes, his thoughts seemed to be immersed in the sound of the piano.

In his memory, a pair of big hands covered with thick calluses gradually covered the back of his slender and white hands, and the soft and warm nape of the young man was a little itchy from the short and fine beard stubble. 15-year-old Shen Qing Shang closed his eyes and took a deep breath, the air was filled with the thick and mellow smell of cigar smoke from grown men.He paused, then gently withdrew his hand, retracted and grabbed the hem of his shirt.

Heishi glanced at him with great interest, then turned his head and put the cigar in his mouth smartly, flung his arms away and played a jazz impromptu, and when he reached the rising point, his fingers fluttered like falling pearls. There was no stop, but the fingertips always controlled the strength perfectly. At the end of the song, when he used his two fingers to hold the cigar again, the half of the smoke that had been burned to ashes did not scatter in the slightest.

Heishi raised his head in enjoyment, squinted his eyes and spit out a crooked smoke ring.

That fluttering smoke ring seemed to be still waving in front of his eyes, and a clear sound of wind instruments drifted into Shen Qingshang's ears. He suddenly came back to his senses, and was startled to realize that he was thinking about the person he should have hated to the bone. Shen Qingshang frowned in disgust for the old man who killed him quickly.

Kill it and then quickly, kill it, it's done; then, what about the latter?Shouldn't I be happy now?

Shen Qingshang lowered his eyelashes, thinking about what else could make him happy now...Suddenly realized that the source of that burst of unvoiced minor tunes turned out to be the attic on top.

By the way, ever since he was brought back from Gu Chenxiang's hot spring club that day, he has been throwing him in the small attic on the top floor of this three-storey villa. Besides, I forgot about it for a long time.

That young little yogi, can he please himself?The gentle and warm smile like the eyes of the top of the Himalayas appeared in his mind again. He stood up and walked to the attic listening to the music.

Shen Qingshang walked very slowly, and listened carefully with his ears sideways—it turned out that it was roughly the same melody as the song "Moonlight" he played just now, but it was played through that unknown instrument, but it had the same melody as the piano. A different kind of flavor, which is more ethereal and more tactful.

It was thought that the man had been listening to his own piano sound in the attic for a long time, and he became familiar with the tune. He found a strange musical instrument from nowhere and wanted to match his own piano sound.Interesting, this wandering yogi not only has flexible limbs, but also has a good rhythm?

With this blow, is he calling himself to go over?Oh, I am quite courageous.

attic

When Shen Qingshang pushed open the attic door, he was a little stunned.

Sitting reclined on the window sill was a man playing shells. His slender and straight legs were lazily crossed. Beige trousers and a light khaki sweater were loosely covering his beautiful muscle curves. Against the backdrop of the autumn sunlight seeping in from the window, her skin looked very healthy and beautiful.

Last time in the foggy bathroom, Shen Qing hadn't looked at his facial features carefully. This time he looked carefully, and felt that although the face in the old photo in his memory was somewhat similar, the face in front of him was more heroic. More three-dimensional, the perfect sidelines are chiseled and chiseled, revealing some exotic styles, and seem to be of mixed blood.At this moment, he was looking out of the window at the shell on his lips, those deep eyes, focused and affectionate.

Shen Qingshang remembered that in the first few years when he first came to Heishi Villa, he sat on the window sill of this small attic like this, staring fixedly at the passers-by downstairs. Some of them were Heishi's subordinates or bodyguards, some of them were business partners.Shen Qingshang, who was seven or eight years old, felt that these people had nothing to do with him, they were just people from the outside world who were always separated from him by a layer of glass.And his little world has always been so quiet, walking alone.

At the end of the song, those affectionate eyes finally turned back from the world outside the window and turned to him: "Young Master Qing, does it sound good?"

Of course it sounds great.But before Shen Qingshang opened his mouth to say anything, his eyes focused on the shell that was held in his hand. Shen Qingshang suddenly changed his face, rushed over and pushed hard, and smashed his head hard on the cold shell. on the window sill, and snatched the shell from him.

At this moment, Shen Qingshang was like an ostrich that was huddled in the soil but someone picked up its tail. At that moment, the embarrassment he had hidden for many years seemed to have been removed by someone.This shell was the afternoon when his parents were killed when he was seven years old. He was taken to the beach by his servants to play. He searched and picked it up on the beach, compared it repeatedly for a long time, and finally decided which one to bring. Take the most beautiful shell and go back to make a necklace pendant for my mother.Only later did he know that his parents seemed to have a premonition of danger and deliberately sent him away to save his life, but the innocent seven-year-old boy, who didn't know it at all, was happily looking forward to his mother taking him on the beach. The smile on the face behind the shell necklace.

How childish, how ridiculous.

He thought that the small shell with circles of black spirals, like the most unbearable fragility he had ever had, had been abandoned by him in some dark and damp corner of the years.But when he saw it again, he realized that he hadn't forgotten it. It turned out that the heart that he thought he was invulnerable all these years still lived in the tearful and trembling seven-year-old boy.

Hearing a muffled hum, Shen Qingshang came back to his senses, and there was already a little blood on Jue's light-colored sweater.It seems that this push was too hard, and the wound burst open again before he had time to heal.Shen Qingshang saw the pained look on Ji's face, and his heart softened slightly.After all, this person accidentally blocked the knife wound for himself.

"Does it hurt?" Shen Qingshang hesitated for a moment, but slowly reached out and stroked his arm, "Be patient with the pain, you are not allowed to rummage through my things."

A pair of shining eyes lifted up, and the soft brown-black bangs slid to the side, and the gentle smile that seemed to see through everything appeared on the honey-colored face, and Qi said: "I guess, in this attic , I used to live with a very, very lonely little boy. I have practiced and wandered around all these years, and I have always been alone, and I have never felt that there is anything wrong. But I don’t know why, when I saw this shell, I thought, if I could If I met that little boy earlier, I would ask him if he would like to go with me to see the snow-capped mountains and the sunset in the distance."

Shen Qingshang didn't expect the other party to say such a word suddenly, he didn't know how to respond for a while, and the small shell in his hand fell to the floor with a "slap" when he was stunned.

desire

Shen Qing was panting lightly and hurriedly, under the faint moonlight, there was an imperceptible blush on his porcelain-white face, his head, which swayed from time to time, sank into the soft pillow, so thin that one arm could wrap it around The waist unbearably rises and falls.He fell into a dream.

The man in the dream still had a mellow smell of tobacco, his strong and powerful body pressed against his body, clasping his hands with his fingers, and sighed a burning breath in his ear: "Qing'er..."

In the dream, Shen Qingshang was immersed in the eternal joy. He felt that his soul seemed to be torn into two halves. One half was suffering from the extreme temptation, longing, sinking; Before being dragged into hell, in the depths of the soul, there was the most heart-piercing howl...

Until the moment when he was pushed to the top by the blissful pleasure, he suddenly felt that the strong and fiery body attached to him had turned into a cold corpse that sank into the bottom of the sea, and the chill that pierced into the marrow of his bones was so cool. It made him wake up suddenly, panting and opening his eyes wide...

Why, knowing that the embrace of that person is a trap of Satan and the devil, and telling myself thousands of times since I was a child that everything is just a play on the occasion, and everything is just an expedient measure for one day to get revenge, yet in the fiery hugs again and again The distance between reality and illusion gradually becomes unclear.

That's right, even if it's a devil, it's a devil who raised you up. How can a person who is with a devil be clean.Shen Qingshang lowered his head to look at the shape between his legs, and he could feel the wetness of his lower body without touching, Shen Qingshang felt ashamed and disgusted.

However, fortunately, all the days of enduring humiliation have passed, he silently said to himself in his heart, from now on, he, Shen Qingshang, will never be subjugated by others, and be that confinement that is easily played around by others.

From now on, he will trample under his feet anyone who dares to underestimate him, even if he uses the cruelest means, he will never be bullied again.

Now that it is finally his turn to sit on Heishi's seat, can he also do what Heishi has done?Oh, it's just a joke anyway