A long time later, he still couldn't forget A Ling's eyes at that time, with a little confusion and despair. He was mixed with the willing addiction of self-loathing and self-deprecation, and resolutely there was a sense of desperate pleasing, which made his heart blunt.
A Ling said that the bastard had never kissed him. Qingxiao believed that this would happen and his mouth was like an empty hole, and his tongue was motionless.
Qingxiao gently guided him. After a few seconds, he suddenly realized that his tongue was stirred up like an egg beater. With such force, he rushed forward without thinking, with a faint anger that Qingxiao did not understand.
Kissing to someone you like is delicious, but it feels really wrong. Qingxiao didn't want to kiss her teeth and felt sore and her brain was deficient in oxygen. He made a gesture to stop the unexpected command, which made A Ling fuck. Like a driver who wanted to step on the brake but stepped on the accelerator by mistake, his tongue was not only stiff, but also closed his mouth immediately, so he bit on the tip of Qingxiao's tongue that had not yet been retracted.
Qingxiao was not afraid of pain. In fact, he had the experience of biting his tongue, but after all, he was bitten by himself and being bitten by others. He jumped up in shock and the last impression that this thirsty romantic kiss left on him was:
It turns out that Ah Ling's teeth are very strong
The two figures suddenly separated, and perhaps they had never met before, the curse-like expression on A Ling's face disappeared. He dodged in panic, clumsy and tightly clasped the edge of the bed, and his clumsy left hand shaking the bottle.
Qingxiao immediately woke up, put away his grinning expression, and smiled and said: It doesn't hurt at all. It seems that you really rarely kiss.
A Ling stared at him in a daze, and a shy blush appeared on his pale face, and he whispered: You are really a good person
He paused and smiled self-deprecatingly: I am so stupid, aren't you? Such a stupid slave, no wonder he was abandoned by his master
Qing filial piety is incompetent, I don't know how to comfort me
A Ling didn't seem to want to hear any comfort, and said with a wry smile: Just play around, if you get tired of throwing it away, I won't... He looked at his thick left wrist and said: I won't cause trouble for you again like this.
When he said this, he did not look like self-pity and self-harm, but only a cold and numb calm, as if he was saying: Look, I'm such a garbage
Qingxiao's throat rolled twice and said: You...you don't need to do this. I said that if you can't accept it, I will not force you to do anything.
He raised his head in surprise and looked at Qingxiao and said: Don't worry, in the past few years he has been with his master, he has never let anyone else touch me. Although it is not clean, he is absolutely not sick.
He paused and emphasized: It's not that I use it, it's really no one else has touched me
At that time, he told me that he would never abandon me
And now he gave me to you, he was cold and authentic, and his tone was like telling jokes, and a hint of ridicule appeared in the corners of his eyebrows and eyes. I don’t know if he was laughing at himself or laughing at this world
The bone-broken pain in his tone made Qingxiao hold his left hand wrapped in a thick bandage and unable to speak for a long time
silence
The calm and desolate silence came to them without warning, spreading endlessly, filling into every corner of the room
A Ling looked up at him in silence and whispered: You are still a little interested in me, right?
He looked extremely pitiful, like a raised bird. Although his wings were broken by a naughty boy, he still couldn't help but want to get close to humans' dark eyes, as if he was sure that the person in front of him could let him rely on him for a while
Qingxiao was silent and gently stroked his fingers, and a slight tremor suddenly appeared in the skin that was obviously extremely thirsty. Every minute and every inch were calling Qinglianmi Love. He snuggled up timidly, afraid, but also looking forward to it. His eyes were reluctant to look at Qingxiao's lips, as if he was still greedy for the warm memories of that moment and the awkwardness he was kissing. Qingxiao suddenly understood:
Maybe I am the only one who has kissed him
When he was still named Yoshinoha, Kiyoto did not inquire about his background and identity. Because he also carries an unknown past, Kiyoto has always respected others' privacy rights, so he never knew where the sadness in his eyes came from.
And now he knew about the broken family, his mother who died early, his adoptive parents who had no affection, his cold father and his greedy brother. He didn't know how that young man survived in so many rolls of eyes.
Survive, lonely existence, lonely life, tenacious and stubbornly sticking to his heart, pretending that he doesn't need anyone until the harsh environment of the training center crushes him, for the first time, he urgently feels that he needs someone to accompany him and the only one who can save him leaves away, leaving him alone to the demon...
Qingxiao's hands trembled, and sadness drowned him like a tide and could even see himself. He didn't believe that the toddler who was proficient in mind reading would not be able to see it!
However, the person would still be so calm. Even after the other party had completely surrendered, he refused to stop and took away all the necessities of survival one by one: water, food, light, clothing, and redistribution according to the situation; all actions must go through ritualized procedures: speaking, eating, excreting, sleeping, every path is blocked, and the survival circle is small, so he appeared calmly as the master, every drop of warmth is a gift, and every touch is a gift.
He played with human nature like playing with plasticine, sculpting other people's lives at will, as if it was his plant
Yes, plants
In his room, Qingxiao found that Oriental bonsai was a very small and shallow ceramic plate with two or three rocks. A plant that he could not name was exposed with its torso and branches slanted, making a graceful posture. Only a piece of new green at the top showed that it was still alive.
The soil has to be a little bit, and it must be absorbed to obtain the necessary nutrients. More is not allowed, because the plant will grow elsewhere, destroying the wonderful balance of wire and ropes in the eyes of the owner. In this way, awe can be established. It cannot be allowed to bathe in the sun freely. It must be covered with a cold black cloth, leaving only a small outlet to penetrate a ray of light, so that it can grow in the direction it designed, and the branches will be curled into the shape it wants...
Because there is no choice, we cannot leave the more than a thousand suns rise and fall in three years, and finally we can carve the art he wants!
Qingxiao took a deep breath. Only at this time can he understand how much harm the self-righteous slave transfer contract caused to A Ling, and how his unintentional expression of weak emotions saved everything at a critical moment.
If Ninja didn't call that phone number at that time...
If he still can't grasp A Ling's mentality in the future...
Qingxiao shivered and didn't dare to think about it anymore. She clenched A Ling's slender right wrist
A Ling stared at him in a daze and said in confusion: Sir...
Qingxiao tried hard to smile and said gently: You should call me master now
A Ling was stunned. After eating for a long time, he made some inauspicious sounds. His face was already flushing and he looked like that. He wanted to scream, but there was always something stopping him and preventing the airflow from passing through his throat.
Finally, he raised his head and looked at Qingxiao helplessly. The other party's quiet eyes made him feel more at ease than the signature on the contract.
Qingxiao sighed softly, stroked his fingers to the collar that crossed zero, and said in a deep voice: Is it because of this? It has special significance to you?
A Ling climbed onto the collar around his neck with his right hand, clenched nervously for a while, and said coldly: There is no special meaning, everything is fake, there is never such a thing as eternity.
That tone was not unresentful, but Kiyoko heard the pain that could not be said in his voice and whispered: But you still don't want to take it down, right?
After a while of silence, Qingxiao heard his faint answer: Yes, his voice was extremely miserable, like a dull knife cutting flesh
His pale face floated in the night, his expression seemed to be sleepwalking, and he said blankly: I don’t know why I am still alive... but I don’t want to die... I don’t know what it is for...
Qingxiao's hand slowly slid down in silence, grabbed A Ling's right hand, crossed his fingers, and suddenly tugged and felt the pressure from the other party. A Ling raised his head with questions in his eyes
Feeling a slight tingling in my heart, Qingxiao bent down, staring at the young and vicissitudes of eyes, and slowly said: I will let you know
******************
However, all attachments are built on lies, and the original true feelings are attached to a void, just like the smoke rolling in the air, and the wind will dissipate as soon as the wind blows.
Qingxiao sucked the cigarette, stared at the little bit of the flashing red light of the cigarette butt, and murmured: I only now know that sometimes the decisions that I think are wise are actually the stupidest decisions…
Ninja also held a cigarette in his hand, looked up at the smoke dissipating little by little in the air, and smiled bitterly: I don’t know whether the decision after thinking twice is wise, but the decision on impulse must be stupid.
Qingxiao raised his eyebrows and said calmly: Did you call me? Let me tell you, that decision is very wise for you, otherwise you would be a corpse covered in bloody holes.
Ninja changed color slightly and said: Are you mocking me for fear of death?
I didn't mock you, in fact, I was congratulating you, and finally began to return to the nature of human survival. Qingxiao looked calm and squirted into the ashes, and said lightly, it was like this and you were the one who had the longest time. There was nothing that really could not be lost.
****************
Well, because I haven't read many anti-tutorial articles, I'm very unconfident when I write the article. I feel that I've been unsuitable now. Now I think that the biggest problem is frequent pauses. The more opinions I hear, the more confused I feel. Since there is an outline, sometimes it will interrupt my thinking after a stop. So I'll speed up the update in the future. If you have any problems, it's better to edit the article in the future.
Some of you left some messages because you turned the page and couldn't show them after answering them. Let's answer here:
1 Kiyoto is not the boss of the underworld. The underworld is indeed just a background, otherwise he would not have so much time with Zero Ni all day long. He wanted to seize power after he fled back to the United States, but first of all, he could no longer adapt to the life of the underworld (this is not something that can be done with good skills). Secondly, his original tribe members were unwilling to be in power again, so he made a mistake and almost executed by the family Ryusuke, so he thought he was dead, but Kiyoto finally escaped this disaster and developed a new type of drug in exchange for Sanada group to provide him with intelligence and money. So he was nominally from the Sanada group, and in fact he had little say in the family's business. He himself did not want to ask about this and mentioned it in detail later.
2 The lower part of this article is indeed healing. I don’t plan to use power to force power, so I want to see clearly that filial piety shows iron will to cure Xiaoyu obediently. In fact, what I am interested in is to discover the weak side of the strong. How do people with high positions and power fall into trouble? The stronger they are, the more they are destroyed; how can people with coldness and ruthlessness be broken by their hearts, the more they are accomplished, the more desolate they feel; how can people with ruthlessness show their softness, the deeper they love, the more painful they hurt them. These are basically the three characters I set up
They are all strong on one side, but weak on other side, such as Xiaoyu. He should be said to be successful in the outside world, but once he is separated from society, he is nothing; he is capable of reading minds, but he does not know anything without his technical strengths and training centers; he is good at fighting and medicine, but in psychology, how to deal with lovers, he is just a rookie, and he is originally from a gangster, but after ten years, even if he is the son of the old team leader, he still can't play. I think this is more reasonable.
The first half of the lower part will be mainly written from the perspective of Qingxiao. He is also the closest among these three people to ordinary people. He has dreams, loss, setbacks, and has experienced a lot of love and being loved. I originally hope that everyone can feel the submissiveness of him and then feel the difficulty and confusion of saving from his perspective, because we ordinary people may be powerless when facing SM. It is not really possible to swing with a whip, but everyone seems to hope that he is a more perfect savior, so they have more requirements for him.
However, I have worked hard to shape these three people. As for which of them is more cute and popular, I don’t care about this anymore. Whether it is well written is a matter of ability, but I just need to write it with all my heart. I don’t want to put too much pressure on myself^^
A Ling said that the bastard had never kissed him. Qingxiao believed that this would happen and his mouth was like an empty hole, and his tongue was motionless.
Qingxiao gently guided him. After a few seconds, he suddenly realized that his tongue was stirred up like an egg beater. With such force, he rushed forward without thinking, with a faint anger that Qingxiao did not understand.
Kissing to someone you like is delicious, but it feels really wrong. Qingxiao didn't want to kiss her teeth and felt sore and her brain was deficient in oxygen. He made a gesture to stop the unexpected command, which made A Ling fuck. Like a driver who wanted to step on the brake but stepped on the accelerator by mistake, his tongue was not only stiff, but also closed his mouth immediately, so he bit on the tip of Qingxiao's tongue that had not yet been retracted.
Qingxiao was not afraid of pain. In fact, he had the experience of biting his tongue, but after all, he was bitten by himself and being bitten by others. He jumped up in shock and the last impression that this thirsty romantic kiss left on him was:
It turns out that Ah Ling's teeth are very strong
The two figures suddenly separated, and perhaps they had never met before, the curse-like expression on A Ling's face disappeared. He dodged in panic, clumsy and tightly clasped the edge of the bed, and his clumsy left hand shaking the bottle.
Qingxiao immediately woke up, put away his grinning expression, and smiled and said: It doesn't hurt at all. It seems that you really rarely kiss.
A Ling stared at him in a daze, and a shy blush appeared on his pale face, and he whispered: You are really a good person
He paused and smiled self-deprecatingly: I am so stupid, aren't you? Such a stupid slave, no wonder he was abandoned by his master
Qing filial piety is incompetent, I don't know how to comfort me
A Ling didn't seem to want to hear any comfort, and said with a wry smile: Just play around, if you get tired of throwing it away, I won't... He looked at his thick left wrist and said: I won't cause trouble for you again like this.
When he said this, he did not look like self-pity and self-harm, but only a cold and numb calm, as if he was saying: Look, I'm such a garbage
Qingxiao's throat rolled twice and said: You...you don't need to do this. I said that if you can't accept it, I will not force you to do anything.
He raised his head in surprise and looked at Qingxiao and said: Don't worry, in the past few years he has been with his master, he has never let anyone else touch me. Although it is not clean, he is absolutely not sick.
He paused and emphasized: It's not that I use it, it's really no one else has touched me
At that time, he told me that he would never abandon me
And now he gave me to you, he was cold and authentic, and his tone was like telling jokes, and a hint of ridicule appeared in the corners of his eyebrows and eyes. I don’t know if he was laughing at himself or laughing at this world
The bone-broken pain in his tone made Qingxiao hold his left hand wrapped in a thick bandage and unable to speak for a long time
silence
The calm and desolate silence came to them without warning, spreading endlessly, filling into every corner of the room
A Ling looked up at him in silence and whispered: You are still a little interested in me, right?
He looked extremely pitiful, like a raised bird. Although his wings were broken by a naughty boy, he still couldn't help but want to get close to humans' dark eyes, as if he was sure that the person in front of him could let him rely on him for a while
Qingxiao was silent and gently stroked his fingers, and a slight tremor suddenly appeared in the skin that was obviously extremely thirsty. Every minute and every inch were calling Qinglianmi Love. He snuggled up timidly, afraid, but also looking forward to it. His eyes were reluctant to look at Qingxiao's lips, as if he was still greedy for the warm memories of that moment and the awkwardness he was kissing. Qingxiao suddenly understood:
Maybe I am the only one who has kissed him
When he was still named Yoshinoha, Kiyoto did not inquire about his background and identity. Because he also carries an unknown past, Kiyoto has always respected others' privacy rights, so he never knew where the sadness in his eyes came from.
And now he knew about the broken family, his mother who died early, his adoptive parents who had no affection, his cold father and his greedy brother. He didn't know how that young man survived in so many rolls of eyes.
Survive, lonely existence, lonely life, tenacious and stubbornly sticking to his heart, pretending that he doesn't need anyone until the harsh environment of the training center crushes him, for the first time, he urgently feels that he needs someone to accompany him and the only one who can save him leaves away, leaving him alone to the demon...
Qingxiao's hands trembled, and sadness drowned him like a tide and could even see himself. He didn't believe that the toddler who was proficient in mind reading would not be able to see it!
However, the person would still be so calm. Even after the other party had completely surrendered, he refused to stop and took away all the necessities of survival one by one: water, food, light, clothing, and redistribution according to the situation; all actions must go through ritualized procedures: speaking, eating, excreting, sleeping, every path is blocked, and the survival circle is small, so he appeared calmly as the master, every drop of warmth is a gift, and every touch is a gift.
He played with human nature like playing with plasticine, sculpting other people's lives at will, as if it was his plant
Yes, plants
In his room, Qingxiao found that Oriental bonsai was a very small and shallow ceramic plate with two or three rocks. A plant that he could not name was exposed with its torso and branches slanted, making a graceful posture. Only a piece of new green at the top showed that it was still alive.
The soil has to be a little bit, and it must be absorbed to obtain the necessary nutrients. More is not allowed, because the plant will grow elsewhere, destroying the wonderful balance of wire and ropes in the eyes of the owner. In this way, awe can be established. It cannot be allowed to bathe in the sun freely. It must be covered with a cold black cloth, leaving only a small outlet to penetrate a ray of light, so that it can grow in the direction it designed, and the branches will be curled into the shape it wants...
Because there is no choice, we cannot leave the more than a thousand suns rise and fall in three years, and finally we can carve the art he wants!
Qingxiao took a deep breath. Only at this time can he understand how much harm the self-righteous slave transfer contract caused to A Ling, and how his unintentional expression of weak emotions saved everything at a critical moment.
If Ninja didn't call that phone number at that time...
If he still can't grasp A Ling's mentality in the future...
Qingxiao shivered and didn't dare to think about it anymore. She clenched A Ling's slender right wrist
A Ling stared at him in a daze and said in confusion: Sir...
Qingxiao tried hard to smile and said gently: You should call me master now
A Ling was stunned. After eating for a long time, he made some inauspicious sounds. His face was already flushing and he looked like that. He wanted to scream, but there was always something stopping him and preventing the airflow from passing through his throat.
Finally, he raised his head and looked at Qingxiao helplessly. The other party's quiet eyes made him feel more at ease than the signature on the contract.
Qingxiao sighed softly, stroked his fingers to the collar that crossed zero, and said in a deep voice: Is it because of this? It has special significance to you?
A Ling climbed onto the collar around his neck with his right hand, clenched nervously for a while, and said coldly: There is no special meaning, everything is fake, there is never such a thing as eternity.
That tone was not unresentful, but Kiyoko heard the pain that could not be said in his voice and whispered: But you still don't want to take it down, right?
After a while of silence, Qingxiao heard his faint answer: Yes, his voice was extremely miserable, like a dull knife cutting flesh
His pale face floated in the night, his expression seemed to be sleepwalking, and he said blankly: I don’t know why I am still alive... but I don’t want to die... I don’t know what it is for...
Qingxiao's hand slowly slid down in silence, grabbed A Ling's right hand, crossed his fingers, and suddenly tugged and felt the pressure from the other party. A Ling raised his head with questions in his eyes
Feeling a slight tingling in my heart, Qingxiao bent down, staring at the young and vicissitudes of eyes, and slowly said: I will let you know
******************
However, all attachments are built on lies, and the original true feelings are attached to a void, just like the smoke rolling in the air, and the wind will dissipate as soon as the wind blows.
Qingxiao sucked the cigarette, stared at the little bit of the flashing red light of the cigarette butt, and murmured: I only now know that sometimes the decisions that I think are wise are actually the stupidest decisions…
Ninja also held a cigarette in his hand, looked up at the smoke dissipating little by little in the air, and smiled bitterly: I don’t know whether the decision after thinking twice is wise, but the decision on impulse must be stupid.
Qingxiao raised his eyebrows and said calmly: Did you call me? Let me tell you, that decision is very wise for you, otherwise you would be a corpse covered in bloody holes.
Ninja changed color slightly and said: Are you mocking me for fear of death?
I didn't mock you, in fact, I was congratulating you, and finally began to return to the nature of human survival. Qingxiao looked calm and squirted into the ashes, and said lightly, it was like this and you were the one who had the longest time. There was nothing that really could not be lost.
****************
Well, because I haven't read many anti-tutorial articles, I'm very unconfident when I write the article. I feel that I've been unsuitable now. Now I think that the biggest problem is frequent pauses. The more opinions I hear, the more confused I feel. Since there is an outline, sometimes it will interrupt my thinking after a stop. So I'll speed up the update in the future. If you have any problems, it's better to edit the article in the future.
Some of you left some messages because you turned the page and couldn't show them after answering them. Let's answer here:
1 Kiyoto is not the boss of the underworld. The underworld is indeed just a background, otherwise he would not have so much time with Zero Ni all day long. He wanted to seize power after he fled back to the United States, but first of all, he could no longer adapt to the life of the underworld (this is not something that can be done with good skills). Secondly, his original tribe members were unwilling to be in power again, so he made a mistake and almost executed by the family Ryusuke, so he thought he was dead, but Kiyoto finally escaped this disaster and developed a new type of drug in exchange for Sanada group to provide him with intelligence and money. So he was nominally from the Sanada group, and in fact he had little say in the family's business. He himself did not want to ask about this and mentioned it in detail later.
2 The lower part of this article is indeed healing. I don’t plan to use power to force power, so I want to see clearly that filial piety shows iron will to cure Xiaoyu obediently. In fact, what I am interested in is to discover the weak side of the strong. How do people with high positions and power fall into trouble? The stronger they are, the more they are destroyed; how can people with coldness and ruthlessness be broken by their hearts, the more they are accomplished, the more desolate they feel; how can people with ruthlessness show their softness, the deeper they love, the more painful they hurt them. These are basically the three characters I set up
They are all strong on one side, but weak on other side, such as Xiaoyu. He should be said to be successful in the outside world, but once he is separated from society, he is nothing; he is capable of reading minds, but he does not know anything without his technical strengths and training centers; he is good at fighting and medicine, but in psychology, how to deal with lovers, he is just a rookie, and he is originally from a gangster, but after ten years, even if he is the son of the old team leader, he still can't play. I think this is more reasonable.
The first half of the lower part will be mainly written from the perspective of Qingxiao. He is also the closest among these three people to ordinary people. He has dreams, loss, setbacks, and has experienced a lot of love and being loved. I originally hope that everyone can feel the submissiveness of him and then feel the difficulty and confusion of saving from his perspective, because we ordinary people may be powerless when facing SM. It is not really possible to swing with a whip, but everyone seems to hope that he is a more perfect savior, so they have more requirements for him.
However, I have worked hard to shape these three people. As for which of them is more cute and popular, I don’t care about this anymore. Whether it is well written is a matter of ability, but I just need to write it with all my heart. I don’t want to put too much pressure on myself^^
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