There is a kind of happiness that is better than all happiness in the world, that is, reunion with your lost soul
There is no doubt that he is the one who knows the slave the most in this world
He also stubbornly believed that if anyone could feel his loneliness, he would be the slave
The slave was born for him, his alter ego, living in a corner he didn't know, possessing treasures that he could not have, experiencing his life that was forcibly broken, and now he has found him under the guidance of fate, just like a shadow has found the entity
The moon is finally full
The process of the slave gradually falling is the process of his rebirth. What can he finally leave behind this time
The cool wind blew through the vast smoke of Sufang Lake, and the whispering sound was like a long sigh of time
If time could go back...
If everything could be done again...
Will his life still be as uncontrollable as a bucket of overturned paint?
In the sun, in the flowerbed, the young man looked at the overturned paint on the canvas and was at a loss: Ah, mom, why can't I draw well? All these beautiful paints were overturned
The mother's voice is always so gentle and nice, like the wind flashing with sunshine, blowing through the dark corridor: Child, you are just too impatient, take your time, those flowers don't have feet and won't run away
But it's talented
The sunflowers are still brilliant, and his canvas is still messy.
A year later, he finally admitted that he would never be a genius painter like his mother, and would not be able to preserve beauty forever on the canvas like she did.
Oh, what does it matter if my mother is disappointed, at least she can't hear it from the surface, and her voice still makes me laugh. I don't care whether you can draw well, but only care whether your feelings are delicate enough, even if you can't draw them, the beauty still exists. As long as you can feel it, as long as you can feel it, your heart will never be desolate
He stretched out his hand and stroked the green leaves and golden petals, and the warm sunlight leaped on his fingers
He slowly moved his fingers along the veins on the leaves, and suddenly he felt a trembling feeling clenched directly into the nerve endings.
The vertical and horizontal veins are like human blood vessels, and there seems to be blood flowing along the slender lines.
That was the first time he felt the existence of life from the ignorant plants and trees
Those flowers don't have feet and won't run
But those flowers will die
But that kind of beauty won't belong to him
The golden sunflowers are waving in the wind, and they are all rejecting each other.
For him, beauty is such an external, awe-inspiring thing, which holds a mysterious world that he can sense but cannot enter.
Always like this
He's always rejected
Rejected by the United States, rejected by love, rejected by the world
Only this slave, from his body to his heart, is open to him
He couldn't help but unzip the slave's zipper and buttons, and even bit it with his mouth
With a whistle, the slave's leather jacket was pulled to his waist, revealing his snow-colored back
As long as you can feel it, as long as you can feel it, your heart will never be desolate
The surging water, the rapids of the years
His feelings are still sharp, and he can still sense the bleakness of autumn from a fallen leaf, and he can sense the surging inside from the tips of others' frowning eyebrows. But why is his heart so desolate?
Like a mirror, it can clearly see everything around you, but it cannot give you a warm response
There is light, there is light, but the flame cannot be ignited again
The world surrounds him, but he cannot integrate into him. He is destined to be a cold spectator, indifferent, ridiculed, and envious of the city in the mirror.
As if he felt the anxiety in his heart, the slave turned around and smiled at him
He felt a shock, such a charming body, but such a holy and innocent face
The slave seemed to be unaware of the lewd and lowly posture, but just smiled wholeheartedly because he could please him
A man who is entirely born for himself
He turned the body over and sucked the red cherry on his chest, like a baby sucking his mother's milk
The slave's white arms wrapped around his neck like a snake, bringing him into the sea of desire again
The tides ebbed and flowed, the primitive breath stimulated him, and the warm body contained him. At this moment, he felt that he was truly alive.
Sweat out
All the despair and confusion seemed to be discharged from the body with sweat
The reason why my mother likes to play love + sex games with different men is probably this mentality
He then smiled gloomyly, how could it be?
Look at how she looks like she looks from the bedroom, she looks radiant like a female fairy who just ate Tang Monk's meat. Where did she get the despair and confusion?
Oh, I love each of them. My mother answered his question without caring, and looked very happy. They gave me different feelings and inspirations.
Child, don't you be so annoyed? She frowned her beautiful eyebrows. I can't just sit here and watch you. I still have a lot to do. You also have to learn to find your own happiness and your own love.
Did you cut this painting? She was so angry that she trembled. It took me three days to draw this painting, and all you saw was that I didn’t accompany you for three days!
He saw his mother's back, she was blowing dry her long wet hair in front of the mirror in the bathroom, and then she turned around and faced him, with a calm expression, but there was a rare fatigue and haggardness in her eyes.
I think we should talk. She said lightly, you are fourteen years old and should be sensible. I have my lifestyle. I like freedom and don’t like others to care about me. I have the right to choose who to date. Even if you are my son, you have no right to interfere.
He tried to control himself: OK OK OK Of course you have the right to choose a man, but the one outside, Jack or William, he is just a hairstylist, he doesn't know anything at all, what kind of inspiration does he give you? Still a married woman, aren't you afraid that others will point at your back and scold you?
What others say, what does it have to do with me? She was unmoved and picked up the blowing air and continued to blow her hair. While playing with the blowing air wire casually, she wrapped around her left index finger in circles, like a tangled thought. Of course, I know that he is not just me, but I am the same. So what about me? We feel very good now that we are together, that's all. Oh my god, why do I tell you this? What right do you have to point fingers at my life? Don't forget that you are my son and I am raising you
He finally couldn't help but burst out: I am your only son, you treat me like this? There is no need for you to raise me. As long as you tell me who my father is, I will leave now!
Her slender fingers turned white due to excessive force. With a bang, the hair dryer was torn off!
She simply threw the hair dryer and stared at him, with strong hatred and pain in her dark eyes.
But she didn't have an attack
After a moment of silence, she smiled softly and said: How do I know who it is? You also know that my friends have always been many.
She walked out, slammed the door, ignoring him
Her voice came from behind the door, with a little ridicule: If you want to leave, you can help me put water in the bathtub, Jack wants to take a shower
He stood there and unknowingly shook hands into fists
Then he turned around and looked at the hair dryer that was still plugged into the power socket. The hair dryer was pulled off, revealing a small piece of naked wire
There is no doubt that he is the one who knows the slave the most in this world
He also stubbornly believed that if anyone could feel his loneliness, he would be the slave
The slave was born for him, his alter ego, living in a corner he didn't know, possessing treasures that he could not have, experiencing his life that was forcibly broken, and now he has found him under the guidance of fate, just like a shadow has found the entity
The moon is finally full
The process of the slave gradually falling is the process of his rebirth. What can he finally leave behind this time
The cool wind blew through the vast smoke of Sufang Lake, and the whispering sound was like a long sigh of time
If time could go back...
If everything could be done again...
Will his life still be as uncontrollable as a bucket of overturned paint?
In the sun, in the flowerbed, the young man looked at the overturned paint on the canvas and was at a loss: Ah, mom, why can't I draw well? All these beautiful paints were overturned
The mother's voice is always so gentle and nice, like the wind flashing with sunshine, blowing through the dark corridor: Child, you are just too impatient, take your time, those flowers don't have feet and won't run away
But it's talented
The sunflowers are still brilliant, and his canvas is still messy.
A year later, he finally admitted that he would never be a genius painter like his mother, and would not be able to preserve beauty forever on the canvas like she did.
Oh, what does it matter if my mother is disappointed, at least she can't hear it from the surface, and her voice still makes me laugh. I don't care whether you can draw well, but only care whether your feelings are delicate enough, even if you can't draw them, the beauty still exists. As long as you can feel it, as long as you can feel it, your heart will never be desolate
He stretched out his hand and stroked the green leaves and golden petals, and the warm sunlight leaped on his fingers
He slowly moved his fingers along the veins on the leaves, and suddenly he felt a trembling feeling clenched directly into the nerve endings.
The vertical and horizontal veins are like human blood vessels, and there seems to be blood flowing along the slender lines.
That was the first time he felt the existence of life from the ignorant plants and trees
Those flowers don't have feet and won't run
But those flowers will die
But that kind of beauty won't belong to him
The golden sunflowers are waving in the wind, and they are all rejecting each other.
For him, beauty is such an external, awe-inspiring thing, which holds a mysterious world that he can sense but cannot enter.
Always like this
He's always rejected
Rejected by the United States, rejected by love, rejected by the world
Only this slave, from his body to his heart, is open to him
He couldn't help but unzip the slave's zipper and buttons, and even bit it with his mouth
With a whistle, the slave's leather jacket was pulled to his waist, revealing his snow-colored back
As long as you can feel it, as long as you can feel it, your heart will never be desolate
The surging water, the rapids of the years
His feelings are still sharp, and he can still sense the bleakness of autumn from a fallen leaf, and he can sense the surging inside from the tips of others' frowning eyebrows. But why is his heart so desolate?
Like a mirror, it can clearly see everything around you, but it cannot give you a warm response
There is light, there is light, but the flame cannot be ignited again
The world surrounds him, but he cannot integrate into him. He is destined to be a cold spectator, indifferent, ridiculed, and envious of the city in the mirror.
As if he felt the anxiety in his heart, the slave turned around and smiled at him
He felt a shock, such a charming body, but such a holy and innocent face
The slave seemed to be unaware of the lewd and lowly posture, but just smiled wholeheartedly because he could please him
A man who is entirely born for himself
He turned the body over and sucked the red cherry on his chest, like a baby sucking his mother's milk
The slave's white arms wrapped around his neck like a snake, bringing him into the sea of desire again
The tides ebbed and flowed, the primitive breath stimulated him, and the warm body contained him. At this moment, he felt that he was truly alive.
Sweat out
All the despair and confusion seemed to be discharged from the body with sweat
The reason why my mother likes to play love + sex games with different men is probably this mentality
He then smiled gloomyly, how could it be?
Look at how she looks like she looks from the bedroom, she looks radiant like a female fairy who just ate Tang Monk's meat. Where did she get the despair and confusion?
Oh, I love each of them. My mother answered his question without caring, and looked very happy. They gave me different feelings and inspirations.
Child, don't you be so annoyed? She frowned her beautiful eyebrows. I can't just sit here and watch you. I still have a lot to do. You also have to learn to find your own happiness and your own love.
Did you cut this painting? She was so angry that she trembled. It took me three days to draw this painting, and all you saw was that I didn’t accompany you for three days!
He saw his mother's back, she was blowing dry her long wet hair in front of the mirror in the bathroom, and then she turned around and faced him, with a calm expression, but there was a rare fatigue and haggardness in her eyes.
I think we should talk. She said lightly, you are fourteen years old and should be sensible. I have my lifestyle. I like freedom and don’t like others to care about me. I have the right to choose who to date. Even if you are my son, you have no right to interfere.
He tried to control himself: OK OK OK Of course you have the right to choose a man, but the one outside, Jack or William, he is just a hairstylist, he doesn't know anything at all, what kind of inspiration does he give you? Still a married woman, aren't you afraid that others will point at your back and scold you?
What others say, what does it have to do with me? She was unmoved and picked up the blowing air and continued to blow her hair. While playing with the blowing air wire casually, she wrapped around her left index finger in circles, like a tangled thought. Of course, I know that he is not just me, but I am the same. So what about me? We feel very good now that we are together, that's all. Oh my god, why do I tell you this? What right do you have to point fingers at my life? Don't forget that you are my son and I am raising you
He finally couldn't help but burst out: I am your only son, you treat me like this? There is no need for you to raise me. As long as you tell me who my father is, I will leave now!
Her slender fingers turned white due to excessive force. With a bang, the hair dryer was torn off!
She simply threw the hair dryer and stared at him, with strong hatred and pain in her dark eyes.
But she didn't have an attack
After a moment of silence, she smiled softly and said: How do I know who it is? You also know that my friends have always been many.
She walked out, slammed the door, ignoring him
Her voice came from behind the door, with a little ridicule: If you want to leave, you can help me put water in the bathtub, Jack wants to take a shower
He stood there and unknowingly shook hands into fists
Then he turned around and looked at the hair dryer that was still plugged into the power socket. The hair dryer was pulled off, revealing a small piece of naked wire
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