Suwa Lake belongs to Shinno Suwa Shrine during the Warring States Period
If you want to march into Shinono, you must first recover Suwa
The great vassal Takeda Shingen of the Warring States Period then led his troops to fight, killing the great priest Suwa Lai Chong, destroying his family and destroying his country. However, despite the opposition of many retainers, he married Lai Chong's daughter as a side room. In the popular novel by Jiro Shinda, she is called Koi Hime
Legend has it that Shin-chan is cold and indulging in lust, but he is fond of the orphan girl, Koi, who is destroyed in the country and his family, has given their son a name Suwa Katsurai, which continues the bloodline of the Suwa family.
Legend has it that Huyi is beautiful and ultimately moved by Shin-chan's true love. She fell in love with this powerful enemy, but she still couldn't forget the hatred of her family and country, and died early in depression.
It is said that on the day when Koihime died, the water in Suwa Lake roared all night long
Legend has it that Shingen is obsessed with Huyi, and the Takeda family has had purple sun flowers at home for generations to commemorate Huyi Ji
Their son Katsurai became the actual controller of the Takeda family after Shingen's death, but he could not defeat Oda Nobunaga. The Takeda family was eventually destroyed by the heir of the Suwa gods, resulting in a fateful tragedy
With the continuous interpretation of a large number of film and television literary works based on the Warring States Period, this love is rendered almost mythical
Marriage in troubled times, family, country, and hatred have always been the only way to attract attention
More than 20 years ago, the girl Shichiyo met the romantic and handsome head of the Asami family, Heichiro Asami, the first time here.
The playboy who is skilled in attacking the heart, speaks love words under the romantic atmosphere of lake light and water. It must be particularly attractive, so a cheap bronze mask easily took away all the body and mind of the girl.
How many civilian women don’t dream of their own Cinderella inspired by magic, and sparrows turn into phoenixes overnight?
How many young girls in love with spring do not expect to win the heart of a strong man like Huyi Ji, but are powerful but only in love with him?
However, the reason why myth is myth is its rare and preciousness
No matter how many moving legends of rich young men and poor girls are performed on the storybook on TV, reality is mostly an old-fashioned plot that is abandoned all the time
After the passage of time, when we discovered that the so-called vows were just a joke, the love crystal that once regarded as a treasure became an extremely embarrassing existence.
Xiaoyu, why are you not Yoshino Shigeru's son? This sentence may have another meaning
The existence of this child blocked her last way out, and death became the only choice
Actually, my mother didn't know that Mr. Yoshino always understood that I was not his biological son. The slave's quiet voice echoed coldly on Lake Suwa. He treated me well and my mother well. He thought that this would make her forget the news that Asami Heiichiro came to Shinshu as soon as possible. He actually had a premonition, so he took my mother and I to see Kabuki Sakurano Fujiyu. He hoped that she could put family first, but my mother still went to see the man and took me with me.
So there is a reason for him to be so angry. The slave said lightly. The past that was once very sad and sad now is nothing but dull. When he scolded me, beat me, and said that I was there to remind him how failed, I really don’t know what to say, it was originally, and it was not his biological son. Why should he raise me? Even if he was fucked several times, how expensive would the flesh be?
He raised his head, looked at the misty starlight in the sky, and slowly said: Sometimes he would comfort himself. My mother threw me on the boat, probably because she loved me. She wanted me to live well, but I really don’t know what the meaning of my existence is. Who cares? Over the years, I have been working very hard to prove that I am more useful to others and to society, but... it seems that no one really needs me.
Without me, Mr. Yoshino obviously lived a better life. He became an impeccable good husband, good father, rather than a middle-aged criminal who molested a boy. My stepmother was very kind to others. Maybe it was my existence that triggered the darkest side of their hearts. Really, I can't think of what else did I bring to others besides disasters and unhappiness?
He didn't say anything, but just inserted his hand into the slave's hair, slowly combed it, over and over again, conveying speechless comfort
The slave felt his heart, and a smile appeared on his pale face, and his smile was a little dazed: This is the first time I have come back to see him in so many years. He reached into the lake and unconsciously stirred up the water to play.
I used to be afraid of drowning. Now when I think about it, my mother hugged me and let the lake gradually flood us, it was not bad, I felt very calm, but when she threw me back on the boat, it felt bad.
He stared quietly at the lake water flowing from his fingers and said in a dream: Actually, I have never blamed her for wanting to kill me. What makes me sad is why she didn't take me away in the end?
He sighed and said: When I asked you what you were afraid of, I thought you would say, you are afraid of revisiting the old place, and you are afraid of seeing the lake that devoured your mother, but you said, you are afraid of me being angry
He seemed to smile, but there was an indescribable sadness flowing in his eyes, and said softly: So you are afraid of this lake and drowning, not afraid of the suffocation brought by drowning, but the separation and loneliness brought by this afterwards
It was not surprising that the master understood himself. The slave moved his body, snuggled closer to Xiang Ren, closed his eyes, and said: Thank you, Master, thank you for asking me if you are not forever, it is already very good.
Endure hugged him tightly, feeling his heartbeat, and he was silent for a long time, and slowly said: Don't worry, I will never want you. If one day I am tired of you, I will kill you and will not abandon you.
The slave looked at him, his eyes slowly wet, and he whispered: Thank you, I hope I can prove to you, I can also use it for you a little bit.
His body trembled slightly in the night wind, and his pale face seemed like a wisp of illusion that would disappear with the wind at any time in the dark night.
I couldn't help but reach out and gently smeared his light water-colored lips, soft and slightly cool
The surroundings are silent, the boat floats on the quiet and peaceful lake, shaking regularly, and the sound of the sound is soothing to the heart
They sat quietly at the bow of the boat, watching the waves rippling around, flashing with tiny light under the starlight
After a long time, I endured my fingers snapped
The slave stood up, took off his clothes, knelt in the cabin, and whispered: Please use the slave's body!
His voice was low and sexy, his movements were elegant and smooth, with a strange rhythm, as if he was not asking for pleasure in a humble and lewd manner, but dancing gracefully
The black leather jacket tightly wrapped around his body, but exposed the snow-white two hills and confusing secrets, which was even more tempting to refuse.
He looked at the slave and a strange color flashed in his eyes. That was the result of his training. His best and worst work
He smiled, but couldn't tell whether he was sad or happy in his heart. His slender fingers slowly stroked the slave's body, back, waistline, hips... and then, stopped
The slave's buttocks were originally engraved with the words "Battle Pig", but now they were tattooed with a bunch of sunflowers. The bright and beautiful flowers cleverly concealed the original scars, but when you touch them carefully, you can still feel the rough marks under the delicate patterns that you can still feel.
The scars are still there and cannot be erased
But the sunflower was thorny, with its petals stretched, and its posture was dazzling, like clusters of golden flames
He frowned, but he still couldn't understand why a mother with a taste in the world would like this rough flower
Oh, but I do think this is the most beautiful flower in the world. Ah girl blinked at him playfully, that is his eternal and tireless mother
He still remembered her expression when she spoke, and the light flashing in her eyes, and was as bright as a butterfly flying in the woods.
If you want to march into Shinono, you must first recover Suwa
The great vassal Takeda Shingen of the Warring States Period then led his troops to fight, killing the great priest Suwa Lai Chong, destroying his family and destroying his country. However, despite the opposition of many retainers, he married Lai Chong's daughter as a side room. In the popular novel by Jiro Shinda, she is called Koi Hime
Legend has it that Shin-chan is cold and indulging in lust, but he is fond of the orphan girl, Koi, who is destroyed in the country and his family, has given their son a name Suwa Katsurai, which continues the bloodline of the Suwa family.
Legend has it that Huyi is beautiful and ultimately moved by Shin-chan's true love. She fell in love with this powerful enemy, but she still couldn't forget the hatred of her family and country, and died early in depression.
It is said that on the day when Koihime died, the water in Suwa Lake roared all night long
Legend has it that Shingen is obsessed with Huyi, and the Takeda family has had purple sun flowers at home for generations to commemorate Huyi Ji
Their son Katsurai became the actual controller of the Takeda family after Shingen's death, but he could not defeat Oda Nobunaga. The Takeda family was eventually destroyed by the heir of the Suwa gods, resulting in a fateful tragedy
With the continuous interpretation of a large number of film and television literary works based on the Warring States Period, this love is rendered almost mythical
Marriage in troubled times, family, country, and hatred have always been the only way to attract attention
More than 20 years ago, the girl Shichiyo met the romantic and handsome head of the Asami family, Heichiro Asami, the first time here.
The playboy who is skilled in attacking the heart, speaks love words under the romantic atmosphere of lake light and water. It must be particularly attractive, so a cheap bronze mask easily took away all the body and mind of the girl.
How many civilian women don’t dream of their own Cinderella inspired by magic, and sparrows turn into phoenixes overnight?
How many young girls in love with spring do not expect to win the heart of a strong man like Huyi Ji, but are powerful but only in love with him?
However, the reason why myth is myth is its rare and preciousness
No matter how many moving legends of rich young men and poor girls are performed on the storybook on TV, reality is mostly an old-fashioned plot that is abandoned all the time
After the passage of time, when we discovered that the so-called vows were just a joke, the love crystal that once regarded as a treasure became an extremely embarrassing existence.
Xiaoyu, why are you not Yoshino Shigeru's son? This sentence may have another meaning
The existence of this child blocked her last way out, and death became the only choice
Actually, my mother didn't know that Mr. Yoshino always understood that I was not his biological son. The slave's quiet voice echoed coldly on Lake Suwa. He treated me well and my mother well. He thought that this would make her forget the news that Asami Heiichiro came to Shinshu as soon as possible. He actually had a premonition, so he took my mother and I to see Kabuki Sakurano Fujiyu. He hoped that she could put family first, but my mother still went to see the man and took me with me.
So there is a reason for him to be so angry. The slave said lightly. The past that was once very sad and sad now is nothing but dull. When he scolded me, beat me, and said that I was there to remind him how failed, I really don’t know what to say, it was originally, and it was not his biological son. Why should he raise me? Even if he was fucked several times, how expensive would the flesh be?
He raised his head, looked at the misty starlight in the sky, and slowly said: Sometimes he would comfort himself. My mother threw me on the boat, probably because she loved me. She wanted me to live well, but I really don’t know what the meaning of my existence is. Who cares? Over the years, I have been working very hard to prove that I am more useful to others and to society, but... it seems that no one really needs me.
Without me, Mr. Yoshino obviously lived a better life. He became an impeccable good husband, good father, rather than a middle-aged criminal who molested a boy. My stepmother was very kind to others. Maybe it was my existence that triggered the darkest side of their hearts. Really, I can't think of what else did I bring to others besides disasters and unhappiness?
He didn't say anything, but just inserted his hand into the slave's hair, slowly combed it, over and over again, conveying speechless comfort
The slave felt his heart, and a smile appeared on his pale face, and his smile was a little dazed: This is the first time I have come back to see him in so many years. He reached into the lake and unconsciously stirred up the water to play.
I used to be afraid of drowning. Now when I think about it, my mother hugged me and let the lake gradually flood us, it was not bad, I felt very calm, but when she threw me back on the boat, it felt bad.
He stared quietly at the lake water flowing from his fingers and said in a dream: Actually, I have never blamed her for wanting to kill me. What makes me sad is why she didn't take me away in the end?
He sighed and said: When I asked you what you were afraid of, I thought you would say, you are afraid of revisiting the old place, and you are afraid of seeing the lake that devoured your mother, but you said, you are afraid of me being angry
He seemed to smile, but there was an indescribable sadness flowing in his eyes, and said softly: So you are afraid of this lake and drowning, not afraid of the suffocation brought by drowning, but the separation and loneliness brought by this afterwards
It was not surprising that the master understood himself. The slave moved his body, snuggled closer to Xiang Ren, closed his eyes, and said: Thank you, Master, thank you for asking me if you are not forever, it is already very good.
Endure hugged him tightly, feeling his heartbeat, and he was silent for a long time, and slowly said: Don't worry, I will never want you. If one day I am tired of you, I will kill you and will not abandon you.
The slave looked at him, his eyes slowly wet, and he whispered: Thank you, I hope I can prove to you, I can also use it for you a little bit.
His body trembled slightly in the night wind, and his pale face seemed like a wisp of illusion that would disappear with the wind at any time in the dark night.
I couldn't help but reach out and gently smeared his light water-colored lips, soft and slightly cool
The surroundings are silent, the boat floats on the quiet and peaceful lake, shaking regularly, and the sound of the sound is soothing to the heart
They sat quietly at the bow of the boat, watching the waves rippling around, flashing with tiny light under the starlight
After a long time, I endured my fingers snapped
The slave stood up, took off his clothes, knelt in the cabin, and whispered: Please use the slave's body!
His voice was low and sexy, his movements were elegant and smooth, with a strange rhythm, as if he was not asking for pleasure in a humble and lewd manner, but dancing gracefully
The black leather jacket tightly wrapped around his body, but exposed the snow-white two hills and confusing secrets, which was even more tempting to refuse.
He looked at the slave and a strange color flashed in his eyes. That was the result of his training. His best and worst work
He smiled, but couldn't tell whether he was sad or happy in his heart. His slender fingers slowly stroked the slave's body, back, waistline, hips... and then, stopped
The slave's buttocks were originally engraved with the words "Battle Pig", but now they were tattooed with a bunch of sunflowers. The bright and beautiful flowers cleverly concealed the original scars, but when you touch them carefully, you can still feel the rough marks under the delicate patterns that you can still feel.
The scars are still there and cannot be erased
But the sunflower was thorny, with its petals stretched, and its posture was dazzling, like clusters of golden flames
He frowned, but he still couldn't understand why a mother with a taste in the world would like this rough flower
Oh, but I do think this is the most beautiful flower in the world. Ah girl blinked at him playfully, that is his eternal and tireless mother
He still remembered her expression when she spoke, and the light flashing in her eyes, and was as bright as a butterfly flying in the woods.
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