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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After saying this, he immediately lowered his head and looked like he was about to be beaten. Qingxiao was angry and funny. He knocked on the plate. When A Ling heard the sound, he looked up at him with black eyes in confusion.
Qingxiao waved to him, and he obediently crawled over and hugged him, hugged him to his knees, and sat down. When A Ling trembled slightly, then calmed down and snuggled gently in Qingxiao's arms.
Qingxiao stroked his black hair and said: Why did he make such a request?
A Ling was silent and did not answer immediately
Qingxiao rolled his hair with his fingers, wrapped it around his fingers and let it go, saying: I'm asking you something
The invisible urge in the tone forced A Ling to speak, but he still said: Because, because A Ling felt...
Qingxiao endured it and endured it, but still couldn't stop the fire from rising in his heart. The blue veins on his temples thundered and shouted: Say it out loud and quick if you want to say anything! You are a human, not toothpaste, don't let others squeeze you and make two words out, okay? Am I scared? Am I a monster? Or did I beat you up and lie on the bed for a week? What are you afraid of so timid? Do you think I will cut you into pieces of meat to make soup?
His series of shouting questions shocked A Ling and immediately said: Because A Ling thinks you don’t look like your master!
As soon as he said this, A Ling looked speechless, as if he had scared himself.
Qingxiao didn't say anything, just looked at him quietly, his eyes soft and not reproachful.
A Ling slowly eased down and subconsciously retreated.
Qingxiao pushed him into his arms with force, wrapped his arms around him, and said: Why do you say that?
A Ling was silent for a moment and said: A Ling couldn't say it well, but he just didn't want to call him that...
The sound of rain outside the window was whispering, but his heart was beating wildly, almost letting the other party's hair fall with a mortal feeling of death, but Qingxiao never spoke, and seemed to have no particular concern. He casually fiddled with his hair and suddenly said: You... have a white hair here!
Ah Ling didn't react at the moment: Ah?
I looked, it was really! My scalp tightened and seemed to be bitten by an ant. Sanada Kiyoto's big hand spread out in front of him, and there was really a half-white hair inside.
Maybe there is a problem with the hair follicle, and if the scalp is injured, you will have this phenomenon. You have never had gray hair before. Qingxiao said in a nagging manner, maybe, maybe the problem lies in other aspects...
Qingxiao's eyes narrowed, staring at A Ling deeply, and didn't say anything for a long time
The eyes seemed to have infinite meaning, and A Ling felt uncomfortable all over and said: Then, then...
Qing Xiaodao: What's wrong?
A Ling coughed and said: That, the question of title...
Qingxiao seemed to have reacted, waved his hand and said: If you don’t want to call the master, don’t applaud it.
Unexpectedly, A Ling was stunned for a moment and said: Then... should A Ling call you a gentleman?
No, call me Qingxiao
The sky has become dim, but the lights have not been turned on in the room. In the half-light and half-dark light, Qingxiao looked at him with a smile, a little sad, and seemed to be expecting, and repeated: Call me Qingxiao just like you did a long time ago, call my name
The room was quiet, so quiet that it seemed that you could hear the last word's ending sound outside the closed glass window, endless raindrops fell quietly, and a delicate and dense net was weaving between the world, trapping everything in the world in the middle of the net. No one could escape Ah Zen lowered his head and looked at his hand Sanada Kiyoto not put his efforts to maintain his skin like his master. In addition, he needed to cook, wash clothes, and clean up the room. After a few weeks, a thin cocoon had already appeared in the palm of his palm. He unconsciously rubbed the thin cocoon, and the blank feeling came back, that vague, uncertain floating feeling
My heart is like a small house, filled with large buns of cotton. It is clearly stuffed, but I still can't find anything hard to rely on. He raised his head and stared at Qingxiao who was close to him. The other party's face could be touched with just one hand, but it was so far away, just like looking at the image on the TV screen. The man said to him anxiously and slightly excitedly through the screen: Call Ah, call me Qingxiao, you have always called me that in the past.
He opened his mouth and gently spit out the word: Qingxiao
It seemed that something was wrong. Something was quietly penetrated into his body, like the damp water vapor outside the window penetrated into the wooden floor of the room, and into his heart filled with messy frosts.
water
More and more water poured in, and the cotton wool was soaked in layers of cotton wool. The cotton wool was expanding, filling every corner, blocking every gap, and filling the chest like an explosion. He had to do something and say something
Qingxiao... He screamed again, and suddenly there was a soreness. Tears were falling down. He didn't want to cry, but for some reason, tears couldn't stop gushing out like this, as if the brain was not the one who controlled the tear glands.
When he cried like this, Qingxiao was in a hurry and wiped his tears again and clumsyly patted his shoulders, saying: Don’t cry, if you don’t want to scream like this, you can just tell me Ah directly, don’t cry! If you cry again, I will... I won’t force you to do it...
It was obviously very gentle words, but it made him feel more sad. He cried in a daze and finally stopped his tears. He thought about it and felt funny, but his mood suddenly became much more refreshed. Seeing Qingxiao's dark face, he couldn't help but burst into tears and said, "I didn't say it's not good to call me like this, right?"
He saw Qingxiao's hand wiping his tears in the air, and his expression suddenly became extremely strange. He asked with some trepidation: Did I say something wrong?
Qingxiao's expression slowed down and she smiled and said: No
He stared at A Ling with a dazed look, and after a while he said: What did I call you before... I think you will tell me after finding the answer to this question yourself.
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By the way, what did you call me before? The boy asked him this way, his eyes were still red, and his face had tears on his face that had not yet been wiped out.
He was stunned and stared at the familiar face. Yes, it was Xiaoyu's face, but how could his Xiaoyu crawl around naked like this, crying like this?
No, that's not his little feather
Just Ah Ling
A slave named A Ling
Although he knew that this might be unfair to the other party, he still avoided answering: ...I think you will tell me after finding the answer to this question yourself
Kiyoko sighed, sat down in front of the surveillance screen with coffee, pulled her long hair, and tried his best to expel the messy emotions in her heart. Maybe he did something wrong, but the matter has passed, so let's concentrate on dealing with the current situation.
He sat down on the bench, and his long legs were also placed on the chair. While drinking coffee, he started watching A Ling's video tape after he left shopping. The child was crying. He slept for a while and cried for a while. He felt distressed and had a faint disgust. If it were Xiaoyu, he would never be so weak. Finally he finished crying. He started playing with the computer and finally knew how to adjust himself.
But why are you crying again?
He couldn't help but frown and took a sip of coffee
The more you look, the weirder it becomes
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.
********************
After saying this, he immediately lowered his head and looked like he was about to be beaten. Qingxiao was angry and funny. He knocked on the plate. When A Ling heard the sound, he looked up at him with black eyes in confusion.
Qingxiao waved to him, and he obediently crawled over and hugged him, hugged him to his knees, and sat down. When A Ling trembled slightly, then calmed down and snuggled gently in Qingxiao's arms.
Qingxiao stroked his black hair and said: Why did he make such a request?
A Ling was silent and did not answer immediately
Qingxiao rolled his hair with his fingers, wrapped it around his fingers and let it go, saying: I'm asking you something
The invisible urge in the tone forced A Ling to speak, but he still said: Because, because A Ling felt...
Qingxiao endured it and endured it, but still couldn't stop the fire from rising in his heart. The blue veins on his temples thundered and shouted: Say it out loud and quick if you want to say anything! You are a human, not toothpaste, don't let others squeeze you and make two words out, okay? Am I scared? Am I a monster? Or did I beat you up and lie on the bed for a week? What are you afraid of so timid? Do you think I will cut you into pieces of meat to make soup?
His series of shouting questions shocked A Ling and immediately said: Because A Ling thinks you don’t look like your master!
As soon as he said this, A Ling looked speechless, as if he had scared himself.
Qingxiao didn't say anything, just looked at him quietly, his eyes soft and not reproachful.
A Ling slowly eased down and subconsciously retreated.
Qingxiao pushed him into his arms with force, wrapped his arms around him, and said: Why do you say that?
A Ling was silent for a moment and said: A Ling couldn't say it well, but he just didn't want to call him that...
The sound of rain outside the window was whispering, but his heart was beating wildly, almost letting the other party's hair fall with a mortal feeling of death, but Qingxiao never spoke, and seemed to have no particular concern. He casually fiddled with his hair and suddenly said: You... have a white hair here!
Ah Ling didn't react at the moment: Ah?
I looked, it was really! My scalp tightened and seemed to be bitten by an ant. Sanada Kiyoto's big hand spread out in front of him, and there was really a half-white hair inside.
Maybe there is a problem with the hair follicle, and if the scalp is injured, you will have this phenomenon. You have never had gray hair before. Qingxiao said in a nagging manner, maybe, maybe the problem lies in other aspects...
Qingxiao's eyes narrowed, staring at A Ling deeply, and didn't say anything for a long time
The eyes seemed to have infinite meaning, and A Ling felt uncomfortable all over and said: Then, then...
Qing Xiaodao: What's wrong?
A Ling coughed and said: That, the question of title...
Qingxiao seemed to have reacted, waved his hand and said: If you don’t want to call the master, don’t applaud it.
Unexpectedly, A Ling was stunned for a moment and said: Then... should A Ling call you a gentleman?
No, call me Qingxiao
The sky has become dim, but the lights have not been turned on in the room. In the half-light and half-dark light, Qingxiao looked at him with a smile, a little sad, and seemed to be expecting, and repeated: Call me Qingxiao just like you did a long time ago, call my name
The room was quiet, so quiet that it seemed that you could hear the last word's ending sound outside the closed glass window, endless raindrops fell quietly, and a delicate and dense net was weaving between the world, trapping everything in the world in the middle of the net. No one could escape Ah Zen lowered his head and looked at his hand Sanada Kiyoto not put his efforts to maintain his skin like his master. In addition, he needed to cook, wash clothes, and clean up the room. After a few weeks, a thin cocoon had already appeared in the palm of his palm. He unconsciously rubbed the thin cocoon, and the blank feeling came back, that vague, uncertain floating feeling
My heart is like a small house, filled with large buns of cotton. It is clearly stuffed, but I still can't find anything hard to rely on. He raised his head and stared at Qingxiao who was close to him. The other party's face could be touched with just one hand, but it was so far away, just like looking at the image on the TV screen. The man said to him anxiously and slightly excitedly through the screen: Call Ah, call me Qingxiao, you have always called me that in the past.
He opened his mouth and gently spit out the word: Qingxiao
It seemed that something was wrong. Something was quietly penetrated into his body, like the damp water vapor outside the window penetrated into the wooden floor of the room, and into his heart filled with messy frosts.
water
More and more water poured in, and the cotton wool was soaked in layers of cotton wool. The cotton wool was expanding, filling every corner, blocking every gap, and filling the chest like an explosion. He had to do something and say something
Qingxiao... He screamed again, and suddenly there was a soreness. Tears were falling down. He didn't want to cry, but for some reason, tears couldn't stop gushing out like this, as if the brain was not the one who controlled the tear glands.
When he cried like this, Qingxiao was in a hurry and wiped his tears again and clumsyly patted his shoulders, saying: Don’t cry, if you don’t want to scream like this, you can just tell me Ah directly, don’t cry! If you cry again, I will... I won’t force you to do it...
It was obviously very gentle words, but it made him feel more sad. He cried in a daze and finally stopped his tears. He thought about it and felt funny, but his mood suddenly became much more refreshed. Seeing Qingxiao's dark face, he couldn't help but burst into tears and said, "I didn't say it's not good to call me like this, right?"
He saw Qingxiao's hand wiping his tears in the air, and his expression suddenly became extremely strange. He asked with some trepidation: Did I say something wrong?
Qingxiao's expression slowed down and she smiled and said: No
He stared at A Ling with a dazed look, and after a while he said: What did I call you before... I think you will tell me after finding the answer to this question yourself.
********************
By the way, what did you call me before? The boy asked him this way, his eyes were still red, and his face had tears on his face that had not yet been wiped out.
He was stunned and stared at the familiar face. Yes, it was Xiaoyu's face, but how could his Xiaoyu crawl around naked like this, crying like this?
No, that's not his little feather
Just Ah Ling
A slave named A Ling
Although he knew that this might be unfair to the other party, he still avoided answering: ...I think you will tell me after finding the answer to this question yourself
Kiyoko sighed, sat down in front of the surveillance screen with coffee, pulled her long hair, and tried his best to expel the messy emotions in her heart. Maybe he did something wrong, but the matter has passed, so let's concentrate on dealing with the current situation.
He sat down on the bench, and his long legs were also placed on the chair. While drinking coffee, he started watching A Ling's video tape after he left shopping. The child was crying. He slept for a while and cried for a while. He felt distressed and had a faint disgust. If it were Xiaoyu, he would never be so weak. Finally he finished crying. He started playing with the computer and finally knew how to adjust himself.
But why are you crying again?
He couldn't help but frown and took a sip of coffee
The more you look, the weirder it becomes
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.
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