I couldn't help but sigh. I had known that this day wouldn't have made that child so stupid
A Ling was still waiting for his reply, so hesitated for a while and filled in: Fortunately, I just can't get out.
So where is the master?
In the basement not far from you
The conversation fell silent again. In the past three years, A Ling has never walked out of the manor, nor has he left him here before. He has only been wandering around in a few rooms all day long. I am afraid that I have never been to the ground floor, and I can't even understand the structure of the entire house. How can I know where the basement is? Is it downstairs where A Ling lives, or under a garden or another building?
Sure enough, after a while, a message came from A Ling: A Ling doesn't know where the basement is
Another message is within two minutes: A Ling dares not go out
I almost vomited blood. Idiot. Idiot. I cursed thousands of times in my heart, helplessly giving the little slave who was probably scared: It doesn't matter
Why doesn't it matter? The opportunity that I finally seized is probably the only opportunity. I can't let go of the silence of thinking quickly and not dare to go out. It's always okay to make a phone call, right?
But it is not possible to call the police. Asakami Yu's identity will definitely be exposed. With his wealth, it will probably turn into a global scandal. This is in the United States, not in Japan. Once the media incites the flames, everything can be found. The court will not care whether Asakami Yu is voluntarily a slave. Then he will just change from the basement to another permanent prison. Ah Ling will definitely lose the cause of the filial piety. In other words, it is probably not as serious as his crime. He will be released from prison for a few years and fly with Ah Ling. How can he swallow this tone?
Since calling the police is not possible, who should I ask for help? Ryusuke has already been a lie with Kiyoko. He doesn't have to expect the best relationship to be colleagues from the former training center. But they have to be weak in power to deal with Sanada. I am afraid that no one has the courage and ability to deal with the Sanada team. When he was a sex slave in a person, he had made friends with some powerful people. But time has changed. They are just business friendships. When people leave, how can they expect others to stand up for him at this time? He believes that he has never been a poor person in South American manors, but when the relationship between the guest and host is still alive, he can watch him being kidnapped and ignored. Everyone has divided the things and scattered. Who else can he expect?
From the beginning to the end, he couldn't find someone who was willing to risk his life to save him. He couldn't help but smile bitterly. In the sky and the earth, he was so lonely that he was completely alone except himself and A Ling. It turned out that he really had nothing.
Even Ah Ling stolen it
But this is the case, I can't let go
But how can he reunite with A Ling now? Thinking about how frightened the little slave who had never left his master is now, he felt a little distressed that A Ling, who could only crawl around and was not used to wearing clothes, concealed Qingxiao and rescued him from a basement full of camera lenses through numerous obstacles. It was nothing different than a fantasy, even if it was possible, what could a slave or a disabled person do?
He felt a little bitter in his mouth, no wonder Qingxiao was so generous, he had already expected that he had no way out, right? The facts had been put in front of him, and his only hope was A Ling. But if A Ling had the ability to save him, A Ling could not be just a slave who could only crawl around
He felt dizzy. Could it be that even if Qingxiao and soft and hard can't make him bow his head, he would take the initiative to do it? At this moment, he heard the sneer of fate again. No matter how he obeyed, fate would have his own way to laugh at him.
Year after year, he always stood still, and couldn't stop spinning around like a cat chasing a bow on his tail. No matter how hard he ran, it was just a joke.
But even so, he still couldn't bear it, because he could never give up the bow he wanted, and he smiled bitterly, suppressed the strong self-deprecation that arose in his heart, and typed a few lines:
Don't panic, obey your new master, don't let him discover it
First, you have to learn to stand up and walk upright
********************
Ah Ling started preparing supper and cut the mango into diced ones. His heart was still confused. He received too much information and could not digest it all at once. It turned out that the owner was locked up by Sanada Kiyoshi. This should be very shocking news. Strangely, when he first heard it, he did not react in particular. His blood pressure did not rise, his heartbeat did not accelerate, his palms did not sweat, and his brain was also distracted. He realized that the jazz was too noisy. He reached out to take out the CD and even felt a sense of comfort: it turned out that he was not abandoned.
When he saw the owner's message in the note column, he had a vague premonition and surprise, of course, there were still some surprises. But it was like everyone showed the last trump card when playing cards. His old K was eaten by the other party's old A. That kind of Ah, it turned out that Old A felt a little surprised, but it was not incredible. Now that I think about it, Sanada Kiyoshi Takaro has many flaws, but in the past few years, he has not left the house and followed the master's instructions in everything. It is not very strange that he is slow to observe. What makes him strange is that his calm and almost numb attitude seems to be thinking nothing, his brain is blank, rationally knowing that he should be angry and anxious, and emotionally, he just can't mobilize what this emotional deficit is, he can't understand.
Even for the culprit of Sanada Kiyoshi, I don't seem to hate that this guy locked up his master and wanted to turn himself into his slave. He may kill his master. In short, because of this person, I will separate from his master. Ah Le meditated on these sentences several times in his heart, but still couldn't mobilize his anger. If a person hugs you, kisses you, and smiles at you, even if he knows that he is a bad person, he is unlikely to slap him immediately. After all, he still leaves traces of life in the past few weeks.
But it seems that it is not just that. Behind that intimacy, there is a familiar warmth, which makes people fall into an invisible thread that is pulling the yesterday that he doesn't want to look back on, making A Ling not want to continue thinking deeply, but the master did not ask him to deal with Sanada Kiyoshi, which made him feel relieved. This idea is very rebellious! A Ling doesn't understand what kind of habitual loyalty and emotional betrayal. Even though he knows that the old master is in crisis, he is still attached to the favor from his enemies. He is really not a good slave.
The mango dice was cut, and he washed the tableware. He watched his hands be washed by the water flow and splashed with tiny water droplets. The sun shone crystal clear, and he suddenly felt a little confused: Who is he? Why did he rinse the tableware here? Staring at his hands, he had an extremely unreal feeling. He had to pinch the back of his hand, letting the familiar pain remind him that he was still in reality.
However, the heart is still empty. Maybe he has never had the heart. Even if he can feel pain, he still feels that he seems to be far away from the world he is living in. He seems to be light and has only a layer of skin left. He prepares dinner mechanically on this sunny afternoon. Maybe his heart's fulfillment can only wait for the day when he reunited with his master.
He sighed and put spoonfuls of sugar into the glassware containing mango diced rice. At this time, he heard the sound of the door opening. Sanada Kiyoto walked up from the ground floor with his familiar footsteps
********************
Flying eyebrows, straight nose, as grim and distinctive as a Roman samurai... Even with a strange thought, Ah Le still thinks Sanada Kiyoto is a handsome and charming man. The face looks too serious because of his depressedness, but he still doesn't look like a master.
It has never been like a master, but is closer than the master. It is familiar and unfamiliar. If you really want to use an analogy, it is like snuggling up with a docile and beautiful horse. The strong and loyal animal can bring an indescribable feeling of intimacy, but it also makes people realize that it is another completely different animal. It is the enemy of the owner, and it should be his enemy. But he is still happy to see that man come home. At least it can prove that he is not that annoying.
It started drizzling outside the window, but the sky was still bright. In this lilac dusk, a glimmer of light invaded the house. Sanada Kiyoshi's face seemed to float in the colors and brilliance Ah Zen couldn't help but snuggle over, looking at the eyebrows that made him feel moved in fascinated.
The man slowly scooped a spoonful of mango soup and put it into his mouth to taste. His beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly without notice, but he didn't say anything, and put it down calmly and said: Try it and see
A Ling was stunned for a moment, scooped a spoonful and tasted it. He sprayed it all out with a puff, and quickly took a sip of water.
Sanada Kiyoto looked at him, a smile appeared in his eyes, and he said lightly: How does it taste?
A Ling's face was flushed and he stuttered: Sorry, this... A Ling, A Ling...
Sanada Kiyoto sighed and said: Ah Ling puts salt as sugar, please punish the master.
He imitated A Ling's tone in strange way and said: Can't you be more creative?
A Ling said in a daze: Creative?
Sanada Kiyoshi rubbed his face hard and said: Can you change the expression method? Will you be annoyed when you listen to the same CD all day long? Do you think it is boring to be nice and repetitive too much?
Ah Ling said: Yes
Sanada Kiyoto slapped his thigh and said: So Ah! Can you tell me something fresh? A surprise that made me completely unpredictable?
A Ling looked at the mango soup, then looked at him, and said: Just like today I suddenly put salt as sugar?
Sanada Kiyoto was stunned and smiled bitterly: This...is also true if you can change the expression method, I would be even more surprised.
A Ling hesitated for a moment and whispered: So, can A Ling...can...
His hesitant look made Kiyoko a little impatient. He snatched his water cup and took a big sip and said: Is there anything you can say directly? Do you know that your appearance is very anxious?
A Ling was silent for a moment, and finally made up his mind to say it: A Ling wanted to say, can you not use the title of master?
A Ling was still waiting for his reply, so hesitated for a while and filled in: Fortunately, I just can't get out.
So where is the master?
In the basement not far from you
The conversation fell silent again. In the past three years, A Ling has never walked out of the manor, nor has he left him here before. He has only been wandering around in a few rooms all day long. I am afraid that I have never been to the ground floor, and I can't even understand the structure of the entire house. How can I know where the basement is? Is it downstairs where A Ling lives, or under a garden or another building?
Sure enough, after a while, a message came from A Ling: A Ling doesn't know where the basement is
Another message is within two minutes: A Ling dares not go out
I almost vomited blood. Idiot. Idiot. I cursed thousands of times in my heart, helplessly giving the little slave who was probably scared: It doesn't matter
Why doesn't it matter? The opportunity that I finally seized is probably the only opportunity. I can't let go of the silence of thinking quickly and not dare to go out. It's always okay to make a phone call, right?
But it is not possible to call the police. Asakami Yu's identity will definitely be exposed. With his wealth, it will probably turn into a global scandal. This is in the United States, not in Japan. Once the media incites the flames, everything can be found. The court will not care whether Asakami Yu is voluntarily a slave. Then he will just change from the basement to another permanent prison. Ah Ling will definitely lose the cause of the filial piety. In other words, it is probably not as serious as his crime. He will be released from prison for a few years and fly with Ah Ling. How can he swallow this tone?
Since calling the police is not possible, who should I ask for help? Ryusuke has already been a lie with Kiyoko. He doesn't have to expect the best relationship to be colleagues from the former training center. But they have to be weak in power to deal with Sanada. I am afraid that no one has the courage and ability to deal with the Sanada team. When he was a sex slave in a person, he had made friends with some powerful people. But time has changed. They are just business friendships. When people leave, how can they expect others to stand up for him at this time? He believes that he has never been a poor person in South American manors, but when the relationship between the guest and host is still alive, he can watch him being kidnapped and ignored. Everyone has divided the things and scattered. Who else can he expect?
From the beginning to the end, he couldn't find someone who was willing to risk his life to save him. He couldn't help but smile bitterly. In the sky and the earth, he was so lonely that he was completely alone except himself and A Ling. It turned out that he really had nothing.
Even Ah Ling stolen it
But this is the case, I can't let go
But how can he reunite with A Ling now? Thinking about how frightened the little slave who had never left his master is now, he felt a little distressed that A Ling, who could only crawl around and was not used to wearing clothes, concealed Qingxiao and rescued him from a basement full of camera lenses through numerous obstacles. It was nothing different than a fantasy, even if it was possible, what could a slave or a disabled person do?
He felt a little bitter in his mouth, no wonder Qingxiao was so generous, he had already expected that he had no way out, right? The facts had been put in front of him, and his only hope was A Ling. But if A Ling had the ability to save him, A Ling could not be just a slave who could only crawl around
He felt dizzy. Could it be that even if Qingxiao and soft and hard can't make him bow his head, he would take the initiative to do it? At this moment, he heard the sneer of fate again. No matter how he obeyed, fate would have his own way to laugh at him.
Year after year, he always stood still, and couldn't stop spinning around like a cat chasing a bow on his tail. No matter how hard he ran, it was just a joke.
But even so, he still couldn't bear it, because he could never give up the bow he wanted, and he smiled bitterly, suppressed the strong self-deprecation that arose in his heart, and typed a few lines:
Don't panic, obey your new master, don't let him discover it
First, you have to learn to stand up and walk upright
********************
Ah Ling started preparing supper and cut the mango into diced ones. His heart was still confused. He received too much information and could not digest it all at once. It turned out that the owner was locked up by Sanada Kiyoshi. This should be very shocking news. Strangely, when he first heard it, he did not react in particular. His blood pressure did not rise, his heartbeat did not accelerate, his palms did not sweat, and his brain was also distracted. He realized that the jazz was too noisy. He reached out to take out the CD and even felt a sense of comfort: it turned out that he was not abandoned.
When he saw the owner's message in the note column, he had a vague premonition and surprise, of course, there were still some surprises. But it was like everyone showed the last trump card when playing cards. His old K was eaten by the other party's old A. That kind of Ah, it turned out that Old A felt a little surprised, but it was not incredible. Now that I think about it, Sanada Kiyoshi Takaro has many flaws, but in the past few years, he has not left the house and followed the master's instructions in everything. It is not very strange that he is slow to observe. What makes him strange is that his calm and almost numb attitude seems to be thinking nothing, his brain is blank, rationally knowing that he should be angry and anxious, and emotionally, he just can't mobilize what this emotional deficit is, he can't understand.
Even for the culprit of Sanada Kiyoshi, I don't seem to hate that this guy locked up his master and wanted to turn himself into his slave. He may kill his master. In short, because of this person, I will separate from his master. Ah Le meditated on these sentences several times in his heart, but still couldn't mobilize his anger. If a person hugs you, kisses you, and smiles at you, even if he knows that he is a bad person, he is unlikely to slap him immediately. After all, he still leaves traces of life in the past few weeks.
But it seems that it is not just that. Behind that intimacy, there is a familiar warmth, which makes people fall into an invisible thread that is pulling the yesterday that he doesn't want to look back on, making A Ling not want to continue thinking deeply, but the master did not ask him to deal with Sanada Kiyoshi, which made him feel relieved. This idea is very rebellious! A Ling doesn't understand what kind of habitual loyalty and emotional betrayal. Even though he knows that the old master is in crisis, he is still attached to the favor from his enemies. He is really not a good slave.
The mango dice was cut, and he washed the tableware. He watched his hands be washed by the water flow and splashed with tiny water droplets. The sun shone crystal clear, and he suddenly felt a little confused: Who is he? Why did he rinse the tableware here? Staring at his hands, he had an extremely unreal feeling. He had to pinch the back of his hand, letting the familiar pain remind him that he was still in reality.
However, the heart is still empty. Maybe he has never had the heart. Even if he can feel pain, he still feels that he seems to be far away from the world he is living in. He seems to be light and has only a layer of skin left. He prepares dinner mechanically on this sunny afternoon. Maybe his heart's fulfillment can only wait for the day when he reunited with his master.
He sighed and put spoonfuls of sugar into the glassware containing mango diced rice. At this time, he heard the sound of the door opening. Sanada Kiyoto walked up from the ground floor with his familiar footsteps
********************
Flying eyebrows, straight nose, as grim and distinctive as a Roman samurai... Even with a strange thought, Ah Le still thinks Sanada Kiyoto is a handsome and charming man. The face looks too serious because of his depressedness, but he still doesn't look like a master.
It has never been like a master, but is closer than the master. It is familiar and unfamiliar. If you really want to use an analogy, it is like snuggling up with a docile and beautiful horse. The strong and loyal animal can bring an indescribable feeling of intimacy, but it also makes people realize that it is another completely different animal. It is the enemy of the owner, and it should be his enemy. But he is still happy to see that man come home. At least it can prove that he is not that annoying.
It started drizzling outside the window, but the sky was still bright. In this lilac dusk, a glimmer of light invaded the house. Sanada Kiyoshi's face seemed to float in the colors and brilliance Ah Zen couldn't help but snuggle over, looking at the eyebrows that made him feel moved in fascinated.
The man slowly scooped a spoonful of mango soup and put it into his mouth to taste. His beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly without notice, but he didn't say anything, and put it down calmly and said: Try it and see
A Ling was stunned for a moment, scooped a spoonful and tasted it. He sprayed it all out with a puff, and quickly took a sip of water.
Sanada Kiyoto looked at him, a smile appeared in his eyes, and he said lightly: How does it taste?
A Ling's face was flushed and he stuttered: Sorry, this... A Ling, A Ling...
Sanada Kiyoto sighed and said: Ah Ling puts salt as sugar, please punish the master.
He imitated A Ling's tone in strange way and said: Can't you be more creative?
A Ling said in a daze: Creative?
Sanada Kiyoshi rubbed his face hard and said: Can you change the expression method? Will you be annoyed when you listen to the same CD all day long? Do you think it is boring to be nice and repetitive too much?
Ah Ling said: Yes
Sanada Kiyoto slapped his thigh and said: So Ah! Can you tell me something fresh? A surprise that made me completely unpredictable?
A Ling looked at the mango soup, then looked at him, and said: Just like today I suddenly put salt as sugar?
Sanada Kiyoto was stunned and smiled bitterly: This...is also true if you can change the expression method, I would be even more surprised.
A Ling hesitated for a moment and whispered: So, can A Ling...can...
His hesitant look made Kiyoko a little impatient. He snatched his water cup and took a big sip and said: Is there anything you can say directly? Do you know that your appearance is very anxious?
A Ling was silent for a moment, and finally made up his mind to say it: A Ling wanted to say, can you not use the title of master?
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