In a trance, he returned to that cold and wet rainy night, and it seemed that he would never stop driving and followed the familiar back. The wipers kept cutting the rain from the windshield, and his vision was a little blurred, but he was sure that he had not recognized the wrong person.
The boy walked slowly under the eaves with his body hunched over. The only rain gear was a dirty hooded pullover, wearing a pair of worn jeans underneath, like the common tramp wind on the street, blowing raindrops on him from time to time. His trouser legs were completely wet. Whenever this happened, the boy stopped, shrank his head, and then continued to walk for a few minutes, he could be sure that the boy was not *like*, but ** a homeless person, poverty, pain, despair, and perhaps numbness and laziness... The whole body exuded the unique gloomy breath of the lower-level refugees.
He couldn't bear it anymore and honked the horn. When the boy turned around, the bright high beam hit and illuminated the boy's pale face. He saw the boy's eyes that were suddenly opened because of shock. He smiled coldly and shook the car window.
You are much worse than the last time I met you, he told the truth in plain sight
When he said this, the boy was standing barefoot on the wooden floor in his apartment. A little moved left a wet footprint on the ground. The boy had to stand in the local area, at a loss and turned on the heater in the room, but it did not seem to make the boy feel warm. His lips trembled a few times, as if he was about to cry.
But after less than half a day, the boy just stammered: You... can you hug me?
He looked at the boy quietly, and saw his feet from his head, looking at the boy's thin and sunken cheeks, blue-black and purple lips, and flax-colored hair spread out like wet wool on his shoulders in a mess.
Go and take a hot shower! He said warmly, avoiding answering the boy's request, that will warm you up a little
The boy stared at him, his eyes gradually turned numb and desolate, but he didn't say anything, just smiled and walked into the bathroom
That was the last smile he saw
He still remembers the bloody dusk, the sun is about to set, the moon has just climbed up to the treetops, the tall and green fir trees pierce the sky like javelins, and he still remembers every detail, the coldness of the evening breeze and the sad cry of seabirds, and how the sunset dyes the sea water red, and the color is solemn and gloomy like a painting written by Caravaggio
The world is collapsing, and blood is spreading. He can only stop the scream from the depths of his soul by clenching his hands into his fists.
He felt tears flowing out, his mouth was filled with a faint smell of blood, and his lover's dry and hoarse voice echoed in his ears: But I still want to tell you... I love you, no matter whether you love me or not, no matter how things will develop...
The lips and tongue are entangled, the passion is blending, the bitterness and tenderness of blood and tears, the lovers are whispering: Thank you, I will remember that after you leave, I will live with my longing for you, and the road will be very difficult. I know this, but I will wait for heaven in hell
That was the only kiss they had in four years of acquaintance
The smell of blood is getting stronger and stronger, and the pain stirs every nerve of his nerve. Qingxiao suddenly opened his eyes and found that he was dreaming, but the pain did not disappear. He looked at his bloody hand in surprise. It was obvious that he really put his hand into his mouth and bite it.
Qingxiao smiled bitterly and wiped it with a tissue. Looking at A Ling, who was still unconscious on the hospital bed, the wound on his left wrist had been sewn. Although his face was still pale, there was basically no danger of life. Blood was put into his body from the thin transparent tube, injecting him with the source of life bit by bit.
He is still alive, but his heart is dead
His body is still breathing, but his soul has long gone
Qingxiao has no religious beliefs, but at this moment, he suddenly felt that the soul and body could be separated in this quiet ward. It was not just the black-haired young man with his eyes closed on the bed.
Those invisible and intangible spirits floated lightly in this small house. Although he could not see or hear, he could strongly feel their existence behind the milky white petal-shaped ceiling lamp, probably Simon was floating behind the curtains blown by the wind, perhaps hiding a smiling feather.
Their bodies may have rotted or still have vitality, but they will never leave. They will be in this room, quietly accompanying him, watching the silent body on the bed. An invisible thread tightly connects them together. It is his bleeding youth memory.
You...can you hug me?
Whose request trembled on a cold rainy night?
But I still want to tell you...I love you, no matter whether you love me or not, no matter how things will develop...
Whose confession echoed in the closed cell?
With gentle pity, he stared at the jade-like body on the hospital bed. He knew that once those eyes were opened, fear and despair would flash in his eyes, but he still missed how sharp and determined those eyes were.
He still remembered that at that time, there was always a hint of melancholy deep in Yu's eyes, as if there was a lot of unhappiness hidden, but the surface was so cold and reserved that people dared not easily cross the line.
He was always planning to confess his love if the other party accepted his invitation this time, and had practiced countless times: Hi, hello! Very good tickets for the play, Spider-Woman Kiss, would you like to watch it together? Those eyes shot at him firmly, making him feel panicked, and said for no reason: Uh, I originally asked Susan to go there, but that person, alas, you know, she always let me go...
He kept thinking that when the plot develops to the climax, he pretends to be chatting casually, and then he turns around and touches the other person's lips, then kisses them naturally, and kisses them until they are confused and fall in love, and then takes the opportunity to add: Actually, I was looking for you... blablabla, the task is done
Those light lips as light as water and graceful lip line, how suitable for kissing Ah!
When he was thinking about it, the other party just turned around and looked at the silly image of his big mouth. So he immediately shut his mouth, made a hiccup, and smiled apologetically: Coke is anxious
Always like this
Every time he invites the other party, he will happily go to the appointment, responding to those clumsy lies with a smile, and when he smiles, the gloom in his eyes disappears, like a summer of flowers blooming in front of Qingxiao.
Why is he so stupid that he can't see his true intentions? If he had said it earlier and not allowed him to go back to Japan alone to face those lucrative characters, wouldn't there be a sudden disaster in the future?
However, if it weren't for this disaster, I'm afraid I still don't know why those eyes are sad
The boundless regret spread in my heart Qingxiao looked at A Ling's closed eyes, and couldn't help but lean down, gently dropping a kiss on the eyelids, and the touch of the lips was soft and smooth, so cool, like silk soaked in ice water.
*********
Note: Everyone knows the kiss of the Spider Girl. It’s a homosexual movie about how straight men are turned around. The male protagonist won the Oscar, so Kiyoko naturally had bad intentions^^
The boy walked slowly under the eaves with his body hunched over. The only rain gear was a dirty hooded pullover, wearing a pair of worn jeans underneath, like the common tramp wind on the street, blowing raindrops on him from time to time. His trouser legs were completely wet. Whenever this happened, the boy stopped, shrank his head, and then continued to walk for a few minutes, he could be sure that the boy was not *like*, but ** a homeless person, poverty, pain, despair, and perhaps numbness and laziness... The whole body exuded the unique gloomy breath of the lower-level refugees.
He couldn't bear it anymore and honked the horn. When the boy turned around, the bright high beam hit and illuminated the boy's pale face. He saw the boy's eyes that were suddenly opened because of shock. He smiled coldly and shook the car window.
You are much worse than the last time I met you, he told the truth in plain sight
When he said this, the boy was standing barefoot on the wooden floor in his apartment. A little moved left a wet footprint on the ground. The boy had to stand in the local area, at a loss and turned on the heater in the room, but it did not seem to make the boy feel warm. His lips trembled a few times, as if he was about to cry.
But after less than half a day, the boy just stammered: You... can you hug me?
He looked at the boy quietly, and saw his feet from his head, looking at the boy's thin and sunken cheeks, blue-black and purple lips, and flax-colored hair spread out like wet wool on his shoulders in a mess.
Go and take a hot shower! He said warmly, avoiding answering the boy's request, that will warm you up a little
The boy stared at him, his eyes gradually turned numb and desolate, but he didn't say anything, just smiled and walked into the bathroom
That was the last smile he saw
He still remembers the bloody dusk, the sun is about to set, the moon has just climbed up to the treetops, the tall and green fir trees pierce the sky like javelins, and he still remembers every detail, the coldness of the evening breeze and the sad cry of seabirds, and how the sunset dyes the sea water red, and the color is solemn and gloomy like a painting written by Caravaggio
The world is collapsing, and blood is spreading. He can only stop the scream from the depths of his soul by clenching his hands into his fists.
He felt tears flowing out, his mouth was filled with a faint smell of blood, and his lover's dry and hoarse voice echoed in his ears: But I still want to tell you... I love you, no matter whether you love me or not, no matter how things will develop...
The lips and tongue are entangled, the passion is blending, the bitterness and tenderness of blood and tears, the lovers are whispering: Thank you, I will remember that after you leave, I will live with my longing for you, and the road will be very difficult. I know this, but I will wait for heaven in hell
That was the only kiss they had in four years of acquaintance
The smell of blood is getting stronger and stronger, and the pain stirs every nerve of his nerve. Qingxiao suddenly opened his eyes and found that he was dreaming, but the pain did not disappear. He looked at his bloody hand in surprise. It was obvious that he really put his hand into his mouth and bite it.
Qingxiao smiled bitterly and wiped it with a tissue. Looking at A Ling, who was still unconscious on the hospital bed, the wound on his left wrist had been sewn. Although his face was still pale, there was basically no danger of life. Blood was put into his body from the thin transparent tube, injecting him with the source of life bit by bit.
He is still alive, but his heart is dead
His body is still breathing, but his soul has long gone
Qingxiao has no religious beliefs, but at this moment, he suddenly felt that the soul and body could be separated in this quiet ward. It was not just the black-haired young man with his eyes closed on the bed.
Those invisible and intangible spirits floated lightly in this small house. Although he could not see or hear, he could strongly feel their existence behind the milky white petal-shaped ceiling lamp, probably Simon was floating behind the curtains blown by the wind, perhaps hiding a smiling feather.
Their bodies may have rotted or still have vitality, but they will never leave. They will be in this room, quietly accompanying him, watching the silent body on the bed. An invisible thread tightly connects them together. It is his bleeding youth memory.
You...can you hug me?
Whose request trembled on a cold rainy night?
But I still want to tell you...I love you, no matter whether you love me or not, no matter how things will develop...
Whose confession echoed in the closed cell?
With gentle pity, he stared at the jade-like body on the hospital bed. He knew that once those eyes were opened, fear and despair would flash in his eyes, but he still missed how sharp and determined those eyes were.
He still remembered that at that time, there was always a hint of melancholy deep in Yu's eyes, as if there was a lot of unhappiness hidden, but the surface was so cold and reserved that people dared not easily cross the line.
He was always planning to confess his love if the other party accepted his invitation this time, and had practiced countless times: Hi, hello! Very good tickets for the play, Spider-Woman Kiss, would you like to watch it together? Those eyes shot at him firmly, making him feel panicked, and said for no reason: Uh, I originally asked Susan to go there, but that person, alas, you know, she always let me go...
He kept thinking that when the plot develops to the climax, he pretends to be chatting casually, and then he turns around and touches the other person's lips, then kisses them naturally, and kisses them until they are confused and fall in love, and then takes the opportunity to add: Actually, I was looking for you... blablabla, the task is done
Those light lips as light as water and graceful lip line, how suitable for kissing Ah!
When he was thinking about it, the other party just turned around and looked at the silly image of his big mouth. So he immediately shut his mouth, made a hiccup, and smiled apologetically: Coke is anxious
Always like this
Every time he invites the other party, he will happily go to the appointment, responding to those clumsy lies with a smile, and when he smiles, the gloom in his eyes disappears, like a summer of flowers blooming in front of Qingxiao.
Why is he so stupid that he can't see his true intentions? If he had said it earlier and not allowed him to go back to Japan alone to face those lucrative characters, wouldn't there be a sudden disaster in the future?
However, if it weren't for this disaster, I'm afraid I still don't know why those eyes are sad
The boundless regret spread in my heart Qingxiao looked at A Ling's closed eyes, and couldn't help but lean down, gently dropping a kiss on the eyelids, and the touch of the lips was soft and smooth, so cool, like silk soaked in ice water.
*********
Note: Everyone knows the kiss of the Spider Girl. It’s a homosexual movie about how straight men are turned around. The male protagonist won the Oscar, so Kiyoko naturally had bad intentions^^
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