soulful game

, I tried my best to express it in my works.Whether you can feel it or not is unknown.

I will be very busy in the next period of time, and there are a lot of things at work recently.I also need a little time to sort out the outlines of the two books, save some articles, and then post them and update them at the same time.

If you are still willing to explore my mind, then please stay, and we will see you in "Game of Desire" and "Game of Fear".

No matter who you are, if you can see this place, I want to say to you sincerely:

Thank you for not knowing you, thank you for coming to my world.Love you.

小卞

【Extra one】

Heishi, in his 20s, is still a strong young man.At that time, there was not a little oil bottle named Shen Qingshang by his side. He had just been liberated from the shackles of the old ghost, won the position of power, and started to run his own arms business, and his journey went smoothly.He likes to drink strong drinks, toss a sieve, shoot a fast gun, and play with young and beautiful lads.He has to play with almost all the exciting things in the world, and this is called vigorously walking through the world.

So this day, he came to the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, chasing his excitement.He wants to climb a mountain with his bare hands, without a belay.

Ouch, I'm so exhausted!It's not as easy as I thought at first.While complaining to himself in his heart, he pushed hard on a rock and moved up.

His head rose to a certain height, and he saw the man sitting on the rock in front of him in meditation.The man closed his eyes, made a vajra mudra with one hand, and supported the ground with the other hand. He actually kept his body lifted in the air, and sat down firmly with his legs, seemingly effortless.Rao Heishi has received harsh training under the hands of the old ghost since he was a child, even if he can barely make such a posture, how can it be possible for ordinary people to maintain such a stable rock for a long time?Heishi knew that he had met a hermit master, and he seemed to be about the same age as himself.

With such a boisterous character, Heishi would never let go of any chance to make friends with a talented person.He hurriedly climbed up, stood behind the man, imitated his appearance, and began to meditate—of course, it would be strange if he could sit still in the air.

"Hey, expert, how did you do it? Teach me."

The tall man sat motionless and did not turn his head, but answered him in a very kind voice: "Mr. himself is not an ordinary person, how dare I deserve this title? What do you do like me? Everyone has their own strengths. You I’m not necessarily good at what I’m good at.”

"Hahahaha," Heishi smiled heartily, "I'm good at hooking up pretty guys, are you good at it?"

Unexpectedly, the expert suddenly turned around, spread his legs apart, put his hands on his knees casually, wiped the sweat lying down on his face, and completely changed his painting style!He said: "I'm good at hooking up pretty girls, how about we communicate with each other?"

——I didn't expect you to be such an expert!

"Okay, let's communicate. My surname is Zheng, and my nickname is 'Black Stone'. You can just call me 'Xiao Hei'."

"My surname is Bian, and I don't have a nickname, but you are not allowed to call me 'Xiao Bian'!"

"Ahahahahahahahahaha..."

Later, the two of them hooked up shoulder to shoulder and traveled together.A photo was left behind in the years - it was the one that Shen Qingshang found later in the black stone drawer.

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So Xiao Hei later hooked up with Xiao Bian's daughter-in-law...

In the afternoon, I came home from get off work and stewed meat.Finished today!

madman

【Special episode [-]】

Before the completion of Zianini General Charity Hospital, Dee had visited a certain mental health sanitarium in the United States.

One day, he came to the garden of the nursing home and saw a man squatting on the ground and drawing on the ground with stones.Curiosity arose, and she stepped forward to examine it carefully.Next to the densely packed mathematical formulas, there were also some messy words that he couldn't understand.With the knowledge of traveling all over the world, he has a little understanding of the languages ​​of various countries.But these symbols are not like any one he has seen before, but they seem to be self-contained, as if... It is a set of language created by this person himself.

"What are you writing about?" asked Charlene kindly.

The man ignored him, as if he was completely uninterested in his questioning and turned a deaf ear.Ji remembered that this was a psychiatric hospital, and this person was probably one of the patients.It's not surprising that a mental patient behaves like this.

So he stopped asking questions and just watched quietly.There was a book on the floor next to the man, and Chee flipped through the cover—it was Kant's Critique of Pure Reason.Is this man crazy?How could a lunatic understand such a profound philosophy book?

Ji also studied philosophy in college, but mainly Eastern philosophy, because of his yearning for China and the influence of his father, whom he never met.Does this person also like philosophy?He couldn't help but have a deeper curiosity about the people in the fanatic calculation of mathematical formulas.

He really wants that person to talk to him, but he knows that if he strikes up a conversation in a general polite and communicative way, the other party will not talk to him-if he wants him to talk, he must give this person who is immersed in his own world some stronger feelings. The stimulation will do.

"Are you crazy?" asked Chee, an obviously provocative question.

The man was finally willing to raise his head.His hair was short, with thorns standing on end.If you look carefully, this person's eyebrows and eyes are actually quite good-looking, with a kind of masculine beauty belonging to Asian men, but there is a kind of research and scrutiny in his eyes-the eyes are by no means kind, but they are not Fierce, like... the radiant look when he meets his opponent.

He said, "I'm not crazy. Are you?"

"Me neither," said Chee. "What are you writing about?"

"Gödel's incompleteness theorem," he pointed to the numbers on the ground, "I'm doing calculations, you know, life here is too boring."

"Boring? So you can't go out?" Charlene was even more convinced that he was a patient here, but he couldn't say it too directly, lest it would provoke him to suddenly go crazy.

The other party suddenly raised the corner of his mouth and gave a meaningful smile. The smile was a bit sinister and permeating: "If I say, if I want to leave, I can go out anytime, will you believe me?"

"Letter." Lue knew that if he wanted a mental patient to communicate with him, he had to stroke his hair.

"I don't want to go out myself, I'm waiting for someone."

"Who?" Who was going to meet him in the mental hospital?

"Someone who can prove I'm not crazy. Maybe, some so-called 'doctor.'"

So the other party told the story of how a normal person put himself in a mental hospital in order to prove that psychology is nonsense, but he couldn't prove that he was not crazy. that one.However, I don't know whether this person is really not crazy, or he is a lunatic, maybe this is just a crazy story he imagined-as he himself said, you go to a mental hospital, everything People will look at you like a mental patient, and you will never be able to prove your innocence.

"Then the person you were waiting for appeared?" Qi asked.

"Not yet," the suspected "lunatic" replied, "will you help me find him?"

Ji thought for a while and said, "If I want to build a hospital, would you be willing to transfer to my hospital? I will find the best doctor in the world, maybe the person you are waiting for will be there."

"Okay. I'm looking forward to it." The other party answered happily.

"Well, then tell me what your name is, and I'll send someone to find you when the hospital is built."

"Qi Mo-mo, black, dog, I'm a big black dog, woof, woof! Hahahahahahaha..." A crazy expression suddenly appeared on his face, which was no different from ordinary people just now. Not sure if he was really crazy or not.

"Patient in bed 57! You are here, you should go back and take your medicine!" At this moment, two anxious little nurses came beside him, leading two big men with electric batons, and supporting the man named Qi Mo. The patient is gone.

Before leaving, a little nurse said to Che with a blushing face, "Mr. Zianini, are you all right? This patient has serious violent tendencies and is very dangerous."

Violent tendencies?Ji looked at the books and formulas on the floor.

I didn't see him being aggressive either.Shaking her head, she silently remembered the name in her heart.

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So Lance matches the black dog.Mr. Black Dog is really handsome, I am completely overwhelmed by him~

bridal chamber

【Special episode [-]】

Shen Qingshang didn't like high-profile, he didn't even want to hold a wedding, he said he felt uncomfortable when there were too many people.So after the two registered in the United States, they flew directly to India-travel marriage is popular nowadays.

There is a themed hotel called "Snow Mountain Goddess" on the banks of the Ganges River. This is the honeymoon suite for two newlyweds.

Shen Qingshang was completely naked, except for a ring of brass lock sequins hanging around his narrow and slender waist. As long as he twisted his waist a little, he would make a crisp, hee-hee-hee sound.A translucent gauze scarf was hung on the circle, sewn with gold and silver threads on the bright red hazy base material, quite characteristic of Indian sari, at the moment it was half-hidden from the beautiful scenery between his buttocks, but It can't hide the desire between his legs that is still raised high, it only adds a charming taste.

"Baby, haven't you played enough?" Luan was also naked, lying at Shen Qingshang's feet, her wheat-colored skin against the bright red carpet, she was very healthy and beautiful.Looking from his angle, every sultry scene on Shen Qingshang's body can be seen in full view.The desire in his head was also raging, and his words were hoarse with patience.

Shen Qing didn't speak yet, just stood there, lowered his eyes and glanced at him in disgust, stretched out