Confusion gradually widened, and he moved his heart, stood up suddenly, fixed the screen, and enlarged it
After zooming in again and again, the web page A Ling was finally displayed in front of him. Although it was not very clear, it was enough to recognize the words on it.
Qingxiao's face turned pale. When he slowly replayed one picture after another, he could no longer help but sprayed all the coffee in his mouth on the screen with a thud.
He wiped the surveillance screen and laughed, and opened another row of monitors. Four screens clearly reflected the scene in the basement from four different angles. Nin was sitting on the bed, huddled in the corner, putting his laptop on his knees, the camera was installed on the four corners of the ceiling, but no matter from any angle, he could only see the open cover Nin looked at the screen focusedly, sometimes falling into deep thought, his face always looked calm and stable, but Kiyoko could still see the feeling of self-deprecating in those eyes.
Qingxiao smiled unconsciously and took a leisurely sip of coffee: Poor guy, finally realized that his only way out was to cooperate with him. If he had known this, why should he have been there?
However, Ren actually told A Ling the bank password. It was beyond Qingxiao's expectations. He really regarded A Ling as a part of himself. He felt indescribable. He climbed up to Qingxiao's heart. When he just heard that Ren asked A Ling to help manage the accounts, Qingxiao just thought it was one of the means to squeeze Xiaoyu's surplus value. In order to help A Ling recover as soon as possible and reintegrate into society, Qingxiao also followed this practice. However, he never thought that he would tell A Ling the bank account number and password that had nothing to do with his trust, but he never felt that there was this need. Just as no matter how close a couple, he would not even report private matters such as when to urinate and defecate, he would also report to the other party in detail.
Yes, A Ling would ask him for instructions and report to him in the morning and evening every day when he went to the toilet. This would only make Qingxiao feel uncomfortable and feel like a vicious prison guard. But only at this moment, when he saw that A Ling had even mastered the bank account, he truly realized that this trust between the master and slave did not only come from the unilateral SM circle of the slave, he could not get in.
The gap caused by the three years is no longer just a wall. He and the people he love have almost lived in different time and space.
It is also because of this that A Ling feels confused and helpless, and turns to Ninja's arms. It seems that he is really not a master who can be relied on.
Qingxiao smiled bitterly, rubbed his temples gently, and smiled at himself with a sarcastic look: It's time to give up, don't be a fool to turn Xiaoyu into a slave. If you are the master, you will never be able to surpass that guy, although he is really a bastard.
He was a little ashamed, blushed at the thought that he had flashed through such a flash, and the surveillance screens were playing in front of him. The figures on the screen kept shaking, and the jumping scene made him look a little dazzled. He couldn't help but close his eyes, and after a short rest, it was still drizzling outside the window, and the damp and cool air surrounded him.
He felt a little tired and put it in a CD, which happened to be a Bob Dylan's old song "The Rain is Coming":
Oh, where have yu been, my blue-eyed sn?
Oh, where have yu been, my darling yung ne?
……I've stepped in the middle f seven sad frests,
I've been ut in frnt f a dzen dead ceans,
Where did you go, my blue-eyed child?
Where did you go, my dear child?
...I walked into the seven sad forests,
Facing the twelve-level dead ocean...
The hoarse and rough sound that was somewhat anti-music flowed out of the speaker, which corresponded to the sound of rain outside the window, and felt like it was sleeping:
I've been ten thusand miles in the muth f a graveyard,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gnna fall
I walked into a cemetery, which seemed to be ten thousand kilometers long
And the heavy rain is about to be fierce, fierce, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy,
Crazy falling...
Qingxiao breathed a long breath, turned over and sat up, staring at the flashing screens, and the lonely and wandering A Linghe who seemed to be confident in his heart.
Between this pair of masters and slaves who seem to be inseparable from love, they are the evil wizards who have bad intentions and destroy them.
This thought made him a little disappointed, but it also aroused his strong fighting spirit. He stared at the Ninja on the screen, took a sip of coffee, but did not swallow it immediately, but rinsed his mouth very loudly and grinded his teeth:
Then come on! See if you can let him walk upright first, or I can let him recover his memory first!
********************
A Ling held the railing and looked at the layers of spiral stairs below, and there was a complete fear on his face.
Qingxiao saw his fingers holding the railing tightly, his knuckles were already shaking slightly, and his legs were still trembling. He still looked weak, and most of the weight of his body seemed to be still on his hands.
Qingxiao raised her eyebrows and said: Can you do it?
A Ling did not answer, closed his eyes and tried to adjust his breathing for a while. He opened his eyes. The fear in his eyes seemed to fade a little, but his breath was still unstable. He stared at the stairs, nodded slowly, and said resolutely: I think I can
Qingxiao looked at him with some concern. He responded with a firm look and exhaled gently, walked downstairs and said: OK, then you can come down.
As expected, he walked down slowly with the railing. He stepped onto the stairs with one foot first and groped for a long time, as if he wanted to determine whether it was stable or not, and then put down his other foot
The speed is really slow
But no matter what, he really walked down
He became more and more excited as he walked, his face was swollen and red, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and his eyes were shining, as if an elf was dancing happily inside.
Driven by his emotions, Kiyoko became happy, but when he thought that he had worked so hard to endure that guy, he couldn't help but feel a little sour:
Do you have to practice so hard to save that guy?
Of course he wouldn't be stupid enough to say this, but his face couldn't help but look a little ugly. A Ling looked at his face, and the excited expression on his face disappeared. He lowered his head and stood in the middle of the stairs in a hurry. He didn't know if he should continue for a long time.
Qingxiao began to think that he wanted to rest for a while, but after waiting for a long time there was no movement, he said: So what's wrong? Where is it uncomfortable?
A Ling trembled slightly and said: There is no place to feel uncomfortable
Qingxiao frowned and said: Then hurry up Ah
A Ling responded softly: Yes, but he didn't move immediately, he stared at the handrail of the stairs, as if suddenly he didn't know how to use his strength.
He was still trying to do something to lift his left hand and put it on the railing of the next section, so his hands formed a cross. He was a little at a loss. Should he raise his left leg and step on the next step, or should he put his right hand on the railing first?
It was done smoothly at first, and I didn't realize how to cooperate with my hands and feet. I naturally went on like this. But after a period of blank pause, it became a serious problem, and the more I thought about it, the more I was confused.
A beam of sunlight was projected on the stair railing in front of him. The wooden railings had been worn out in some parts, and the mottled color was not high, just like a dozen steps. However, because it was spiral, it looked particularly long and dark green velvet carpets were covered with steps, circling one by one, arranged very neatly, just so monotonously and regularly, like leading to a mysterious different time and space.
In the middle of the time and space, that is, at the end of the stairs, stood the figure of Sanada Kiyoshi. The man stood waiting for him in the dusty sunlight, with a slightly impatient expression on his face.
A Ling looked down at the stairs under his feet. The stairs extended infinitely in front of him at a neat rhythm. He was stunned for a while and decided to raise his right hand first. He grabbed the railing with both hands. It would probably be easier to use force. So he staggered his arms, leaned forward slightly, and was about to move his right hand. At this moment, his foot slipped, and his left hand, which had always been unable to use force, could not grasp the railing. His body suddenly lost balance and rolled down the stairs.
He heard Sanada Kiyoshi's scream, his back hit the corner of the stairs, but he still couldn't stop sliding, he spread his arms and waved his body, but couldn't grab anything, and just rolled down all the way, sitting on the floor with a velvet carpet on the ground floor
He was still shocked and rolled forward for a few more steps. His brain was still blank. Sanada Kiyoshi had already run over and half-kneeled beside him, saying repeatedly: Don’t move around, where is the injury? Let me see!
He heard the anxiousness and concern in the voice, and his eyes suddenly turned red. Before Sanada Kiyoto could comfort him, he was busy checking his injuries back and forth: There was a scratch on his back, but fortunately it was just a skin break... His knee was also broken. Since he could climb, it seemed that there was no problem. He spoke very easily afterwards.
The tears that were about to flow out had to be taken back. A Ling stared at the broken knees and turned white. After a while, a little blood beads emerged. There was bleeding here! He pointed out to Qingxiao to see
There Ah Kiyoshi looked obviously not caring. It's okay, I will stop bleeding and continue walking. The time for practice today has not yet come.
He couldn't believe his ears. Is this the person who kept asking him to take care of his health the most important thing? But Kiyoko was already urging: Get up quickly! Don't you want to be lazy again, right?
But it hurts a lot, he said aggrievedly, and he still reached out his hand obediently and asked Qingxiao to help him up.
However, Qingxiao not only did not help him up, but stood up, took a few steps back, and said: Get up!
He was stunned and looked around. There was no place where he could use any force. The living room was not big, but it was empty. He only placed a set of sofas and coffee tables. Opposite was the audio equipment and CD rack. The audio was like a monster. The black horn squatted there, the CD rack was covered with dust. It seemed that no one had moved for a long time and then passed by. The hall was all the furniture was so far away from him. He looked at him coldly and coldly as the stairs were behind him. The sun was also behind him. The room was so quiet that there was not even a trace of wind.
The feeling of emptiness made him suddenly palpitations, as if he was abandoned by the whole world. Qingxiao! He called out, with a little crying voice, tears rolling in his eyes, and it was about to fall.
Qingxiao was a few steps away from him, looking at him indifferently, with a cold look: At worst, you can fall, the carpet that will not die is as thick as you, you are not a decade old lady
A Ling gritted his teeth and tried to stand up, but without the help of his hands, he didn't know how to support his body, he grabbed the carpet, wanted to change from kneeling position to squat, but he accidentally fell down hard, but fortunately with the support of his hands, it didn't hurt to fall. Qingxiao! He called again, calling the only person who could help him, and tears finally came out.
He heard a long sigh, and the man walked up to him silently. He saw that the man's shoes were stuck in the velvet carpet, and he tossed and turned uneasyly, and he stopped. But the man did not lean down and stroke his head as usual, and then gently picked him up to comfort him. He waited for a long time without a sound. He raised his head with tears in his eyes and looked at Qingxiao, but his heart was frozen at this moment.
The contempt and mockery in the eyes were as cold as ice, and the man said coldly: Can't stand up? The doctors say that your legs are completely fine, because you don't want to stand up just such a useless slave...
The eyes and tone deeply hurt him, making him angry inexplicably aroused a force that came from somewhere. He suddenly stood up and stared at the man. At that moment, he had no thoughts on how to use force, how to support his body, how to put his hands, and how to put his feet. He just wanted to be at the same height as the man, and then faced the face straight
Even if the whole world looks down on him, he doesn't want this person to be looked down upon.
No sound
None of the sounds
Whether it was his own feelings at this moment or his countless recollections afterwards, that quarter of an hour was a completely silent memory
The wind is still, and there is a pot of geranium on the shoe cabinet at the entrance of the hall, and the leaves are motionless.
He felt the coolness, the sun and air surrounded him
He lowered his head and found himself standing upright in the living room without holding anything
Yes, his legs were still habitually spread apart, which made his posture look weird and stiff, like a common word in Japanese.
Then this quarter of an hour passed, time began to continue to rotate like old-fashioned film.
He felt the flow of the wind again, and the leaves of the geraniums were green and shiny. The tiny dust danced happily in the sunshine.
He stood in the center of the living room, his legs began to tremble. I don’t know if it was because of fear, excitement, or lack of support, but he just kept trembling uncontrollably.
Qingxiao! He shouted again, hoping that the man could come and help him up so that he could stand for more time
The man's eyes were a little wet, but he still didn't come over. He couldn't hear the sound of sadness or joy: Come here, just take this step
There is only one step indeed
He only needs to take one step, just reach out and grab the man
He took a deep breath and tried to take a step forward
He did it!
But the man had already taken a step back: Come here!
Perhaps because of the repressed sincerity in the voice, he was not angry because of the teasing, but took another step forward.
Then another step
One more step
……
He thought the man would keep retreating like that, but he still stretched out his arms and wanted to grab something. This time he grabbed it, to be precise, was caught by someone else.
Just in front of the pot of geraniums in the shoe cabinet in the foyer, the man reached out and grabbed him. He couldn't stand up violently and fell on the man. Then he was immediately hugged into a warm embrace with salty wetness, and one warm kiss after another fell on his cheek like raindrops.
For a while, he was lost in the whirlpool of tenderness until the man's gentle voice whispered in his ear: Close your eyes, I'll let you see something
He closed his eyes as he said, and when he opened it again, the dazzling sunlight made him blink. He had to close for a while before he could adapt to the scene in front of him, which surprised him: the door opened, and he saw the green grass outside and the blue sky and white clouds outside.
Suddenly he understood Qingxiao's intention, turned around and looked at the wardrobe hook in the hall. Sure enough, there was a common hospital gown in the hospital, which was obviously for him to use.
His guess was not wrong, Qingxiao looked at him expectantly and said: You have been here for so long and have not left the house yet. Today, you go out with me to see how?
Kiyoko tried his best to make his voice seem natural, but he still couldn't stop trembling and kept praying in his heart: promise, promise! If you can stand up for that guy, you are willing to go out with me, right?
***********
Note: The lyrics of Bob Dylan are translated from the online translation. I don’t know if it’s right.
After zooming in again and again, the web page A Ling was finally displayed in front of him. Although it was not very clear, it was enough to recognize the words on it.
Qingxiao's face turned pale. When he slowly replayed one picture after another, he could no longer help but sprayed all the coffee in his mouth on the screen with a thud.
He wiped the surveillance screen and laughed, and opened another row of monitors. Four screens clearly reflected the scene in the basement from four different angles. Nin was sitting on the bed, huddled in the corner, putting his laptop on his knees, the camera was installed on the four corners of the ceiling, but no matter from any angle, he could only see the open cover Nin looked at the screen focusedly, sometimes falling into deep thought, his face always looked calm and stable, but Kiyoko could still see the feeling of self-deprecating in those eyes.
Qingxiao smiled unconsciously and took a leisurely sip of coffee: Poor guy, finally realized that his only way out was to cooperate with him. If he had known this, why should he have been there?
However, Ren actually told A Ling the bank password. It was beyond Qingxiao's expectations. He really regarded A Ling as a part of himself. He felt indescribable. He climbed up to Qingxiao's heart. When he just heard that Ren asked A Ling to help manage the accounts, Qingxiao just thought it was one of the means to squeeze Xiaoyu's surplus value. In order to help A Ling recover as soon as possible and reintegrate into society, Qingxiao also followed this practice. However, he never thought that he would tell A Ling the bank account number and password that had nothing to do with his trust, but he never felt that there was this need. Just as no matter how close a couple, he would not even report private matters such as when to urinate and defecate, he would also report to the other party in detail.
Yes, A Ling would ask him for instructions and report to him in the morning and evening every day when he went to the toilet. This would only make Qingxiao feel uncomfortable and feel like a vicious prison guard. But only at this moment, when he saw that A Ling had even mastered the bank account, he truly realized that this trust between the master and slave did not only come from the unilateral SM circle of the slave, he could not get in.
The gap caused by the three years is no longer just a wall. He and the people he love have almost lived in different time and space.
It is also because of this that A Ling feels confused and helpless, and turns to Ninja's arms. It seems that he is really not a master who can be relied on.
Qingxiao smiled bitterly, rubbed his temples gently, and smiled at himself with a sarcastic look: It's time to give up, don't be a fool to turn Xiaoyu into a slave. If you are the master, you will never be able to surpass that guy, although he is really a bastard.
He was a little ashamed, blushed at the thought that he had flashed through such a flash, and the surveillance screens were playing in front of him. The figures on the screen kept shaking, and the jumping scene made him look a little dazzled. He couldn't help but close his eyes, and after a short rest, it was still drizzling outside the window, and the damp and cool air surrounded him.
He felt a little tired and put it in a CD, which happened to be a Bob Dylan's old song "The Rain is Coming":
Oh, where have yu been, my blue-eyed sn?
Oh, where have yu been, my darling yung ne?
……I've stepped in the middle f seven sad frests,
I've been ut in frnt f a dzen dead ceans,
Where did you go, my blue-eyed child?
Where did you go, my dear child?
...I walked into the seven sad forests,
Facing the twelve-level dead ocean...
The hoarse and rough sound that was somewhat anti-music flowed out of the speaker, which corresponded to the sound of rain outside the window, and felt like it was sleeping:
I've been ten thusand miles in the muth f a graveyard,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gnna fall
I walked into a cemetery, which seemed to be ten thousand kilometers long
And the heavy rain is about to be fierce, fierce, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy,
Crazy falling...
Qingxiao breathed a long breath, turned over and sat up, staring at the flashing screens, and the lonely and wandering A Linghe who seemed to be confident in his heart.
Between this pair of masters and slaves who seem to be inseparable from love, they are the evil wizards who have bad intentions and destroy them.
This thought made him a little disappointed, but it also aroused his strong fighting spirit. He stared at the Ninja on the screen, took a sip of coffee, but did not swallow it immediately, but rinsed his mouth very loudly and grinded his teeth:
Then come on! See if you can let him walk upright first, or I can let him recover his memory first!
********************
A Ling held the railing and looked at the layers of spiral stairs below, and there was a complete fear on his face.
Qingxiao saw his fingers holding the railing tightly, his knuckles were already shaking slightly, and his legs were still trembling. He still looked weak, and most of the weight of his body seemed to be still on his hands.
Qingxiao raised her eyebrows and said: Can you do it?
A Ling did not answer, closed his eyes and tried to adjust his breathing for a while. He opened his eyes. The fear in his eyes seemed to fade a little, but his breath was still unstable. He stared at the stairs, nodded slowly, and said resolutely: I think I can
Qingxiao looked at him with some concern. He responded with a firm look and exhaled gently, walked downstairs and said: OK, then you can come down.
As expected, he walked down slowly with the railing. He stepped onto the stairs with one foot first and groped for a long time, as if he wanted to determine whether it was stable or not, and then put down his other foot
The speed is really slow
But no matter what, he really walked down
He became more and more excited as he walked, his face was swollen and red, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and his eyes were shining, as if an elf was dancing happily inside.
Driven by his emotions, Kiyoko became happy, but when he thought that he had worked so hard to endure that guy, he couldn't help but feel a little sour:
Do you have to practice so hard to save that guy?
Of course he wouldn't be stupid enough to say this, but his face couldn't help but look a little ugly. A Ling looked at his face, and the excited expression on his face disappeared. He lowered his head and stood in the middle of the stairs in a hurry. He didn't know if he should continue for a long time.
Qingxiao began to think that he wanted to rest for a while, but after waiting for a long time there was no movement, he said: So what's wrong? Where is it uncomfortable?
A Ling trembled slightly and said: There is no place to feel uncomfortable
Qingxiao frowned and said: Then hurry up Ah
A Ling responded softly: Yes, but he didn't move immediately, he stared at the handrail of the stairs, as if suddenly he didn't know how to use his strength.
He was still trying to do something to lift his left hand and put it on the railing of the next section, so his hands formed a cross. He was a little at a loss. Should he raise his left leg and step on the next step, or should he put his right hand on the railing first?
It was done smoothly at first, and I didn't realize how to cooperate with my hands and feet. I naturally went on like this. But after a period of blank pause, it became a serious problem, and the more I thought about it, the more I was confused.
A beam of sunlight was projected on the stair railing in front of him. The wooden railings had been worn out in some parts, and the mottled color was not high, just like a dozen steps. However, because it was spiral, it looked particularly long and dark green velvet carpets were covered with steps, circling one by one, arranged very neatly, just so monotonously and regularly, like leading to a mysterious different time and space.
In the middle of the time and space, that is, at the end of the stairs, stood the figure of Sanada Kiyoshi. The man stood waiting for him in the dusty sunlight, with a slightly impatient expression on his face.
A Ling looked down at the stairs under his feet. The stairs extended infinitely in front of him at a neat rhythm. He was stunned for a while and decided to raise his right hand first. He grabbed the railing with both hands. It would probably be easier to use force. So he staggered his arms, leaned forward slightly, and was about to move his right hand. At this moment, his foot slipped, and his left hand, which had always been unable to use force, could not grasp the railing. His body suddenly lost balance and rolled down the stairs.
He heard Sanada Kiyoshi's scream, his back hit the corner of the stairs, but he still couldn't stop sliding, he spread his arms and waved his body, but couldn't grab anything, and just rolled down all the way, sitting on the floor with a velvet carpet on the ground floor
He was still shocked and rolled forward for a few more steps. His brain was still blank. Sanada Kiyoshi had already run over and half-kneeled beside him, saying repeatedly: Don’t move around, where is the injury? Let me see!
He heard the anxiousness and concern in the voice, and his eyes suddenly turned red. Before Sanada Kiyoto could comfort him, he was busy checking his injuries back and forth: There was a scratch on his back, but fortunately it was just a skin break... His knee was also broken. Since he could climb, it seemed that there was no problem. He spoke very easily afterwards.
The tears that were about to flow out had to be taken back. A Ling stared at the broken knees and turned white. After a while, a little blood beads emerged. There was bleeding here! He pointed out to Qingxiao to see
There Ah Kiyoshi looked obviously not caring. It's okay, I will stop bleeding and continue walking. The time for practice today has not yet come.
He couldn't believe his ears. Is this the person who kept asking him to take care of his health the most important thing? But Kiyoko was already urging: Get up quickly! Don't you want to be lazy again, right?
But it hurts a lot, he said aggrievedly, and he still reached out his hand obediently and asked Qingxiao to help him up.
However, Qingxiao not only did not help him up, but stood up, took a few steps back, and said: Get up!
He was stunned and looked around. There was no place where he could use any force. The living room was not big, but it was empty. He only placed a set of sofas and coffee tables. Opposite was the audio equipment and CD rack. The audio was like a monster. The black horn squatted there, the CD rack was covered with dust. It seemed that no one had moved for a long time and then passed by. The hall was all the furniture was so far away from him. He looked at him coldly and coldly as the stairs were behind him. The sun was also behind him. The room was so quiet that there was not even a trace of wind.
The feeling of emptiness made him suddenly palpitations, as if he was abandoned by the whole world. Qingxiao! He called out, with a little crying voice, tears rolling in his eyes, and it was about to fall.
Qingxiao was a few steps away from him, looking at him indifferently, with a cold look: At worst, you can fall, the carpet that will not die is as thick as you, you are not a decade old lady
A Ling gritted his teeth and tried to stand up, but without the help of his hands, he didn't know how to support his body, he grabbed the carpet, wanted to change from kneeling position to squat, but he accidentally fell down hard, but fortunately with the support of his hands, it didn't hurt to fall. Qingxiao! He called again, calling the only person who could help him, and tears finally came out.
He heard a long sigh, and the man walked up to him silently. He saw that the man's shoes were stuck in the velvet carpet, and he tossed and turned uneasyly, and he stopped. But the man did not lean down and stroke his head as usual, and then gently picked him up to comfort him. He waited for a long time without a sound. He raised his head with tears in his eyes and looked at Qingxiao, but his heart was frozen at this moment.
The contempt and mockery in the eyes were as cold as ice, and the man said coldly: Can't stand up? The doctors say that your legs are completely fine, because you don't want to stand up just such a useless slave...
The eyes and tone deeply hurt him, making him angry inexplicably aroused a force that came from somewhere. He suddenly stood up and stared at the man. At that moment, he had no thoughts on how to use force, how to support his body, how to put his hands, and how to put his feet. He just wanted to be at the same height as the man, and then faced the face straight
Even if the whole world looks down on him, he doesn't want this person to be looked down upon.
No sound
None of the sounds
Whether it was his own feelings at this moment or his countless recollections afterwards, that quarter of an hour was a completely silent memory
The wind is still, and there is a pot of geranium on the shoe cabinet at the entrance of the hall, and the leaves are motionless.
He felt the coolness, the sun and air surrounded him
He lowered his head and found himself standing upright in the living room without holding anything
Yes, his legs were still habitually spread apart, which made his posture look weird and stiff, like a common word in Japanese.
Then this quarter of an hour passed, time began to continue to rotate like old-fashioned film.
He felt the flow of the wind again, and the leaves of the geraniums were green and shiny. The tiny dust danced happily in the sunshine.
He stood in the center of the living room, his legs began to tremble. I don’t know if it was because of fear, excitement, or lack of support, but he just kept trembling uncontrollably.
Qingxiao! He shouted again, hoping that the man could come and help him up so that he could stand for more time
The man's eyes were a little wet, but he still didn't come over. He couldn't hear the sound of sadness or joy: Come here, just take this step
There is only one step indeed
He only needs to take one step, just reach out and grab the man
He took a deep breath and tried to take a step forward
He did it!
But the man had already taken a step back: Come here!
Perhaps because of the repressed sincerity in the voice, he was not angry because of the teasing, but took another step forward.
Then another step
One more step
……
He thought the man would keep retreating like that, but he still stretched out his arms and wanted to grab something. This time he grabbed it, to be precise, was caught by someone else.
Just in front of the pot of geraniums in the shoe cabinet in the foyer, the man reached out and grabbed him. He couldn't stand up violently and fell on the man. Then he was immediately hugged into a warm embrace with salty wetness, and one warm kiss after another fell on his cheek like raindrops.
For a while, he was lost in the whirlpool of tenderness until the man's gentle voice whispered in his ear: Close your eyes, I'll let you see something
He closed his eyes as he said, and when he opened it again, the dazzling sunlight made him blink. He had to close for a while before he could adapt to the scene in front of him, which surprised him: the door opened, and he saw the green grass outside and the blue sky and white clouds outside.
Suddenly he understood Qingxiao's intention, turned around and looked at the wardrobe hook in the hall. Sure enough, there was a common hospital gown in the hospital, which was obviously for him to use.
His guess was not wrong, Qingxiao looked at him expectantly and said: You have been here for so long and have not left the house yet. Today, you go out with me to see how?
Kiyoko tried his best to make his voice seem natural, but he still couldn't stop trembling and kept praying in his heart: promise, promise! If you can stand up for that guy, you are willing to go out with me, right?
***********
Note: The lyrics of Bob Dylan are translated from the online translation. I don’t know if it’s right.
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