The green grass with water droplets was rolling and turning under his feet. The water droplets fell down, and Aling's pupils suddenly contracted. In a trance, it seemed that he saw a naked young man lying on the grass, bearing the desires of everyone. The grass was green and the snowy body tempted, and the genitals with fishy smell were in his mouth. Someone was doing piston exercises at the back of the hole. There was also a man playing with his clone. The young man accepted it gently and tacitly. His empty eyes stared at the void, but a tear fell from his face and fell on the tip of the grass and disappeared in an instant.
A Ling took a step closer and stared at the young man's face. It was him
A Ling closed his eyes and said in a trembling voice: Qingxiao...
Qingxiao was slightly stunned, his wrists were painful, and A Ling held it so tightly, his nails almost sink into his flesh. A Ling breathed heavily, his face was as white as paper, and he whispered: Hug me! Please, hug me!
Before Qingxiao could answer, he had already put his whole body on, and he drowned in Qingxiao's arms with a wet head, muttering in a nearly whispering voice: I am indeed tired, my legs are really soft, I will practice well, and I will never be lazy, but now, can you please hug me?
Qingxiao felt sorry for her. She had just started to learn to walk upright. It would be very hard for him, right? I wonder if he was forcing him too fast.
Then he picked up the blanket without saying a word and wrapped it around A Ling. He hugged him and walked to the oak tree. He laid the blanket on the wooden bench and put a few wild birds down. He was not afraid of people. It was not until they walked in that they flew away the layers of branches and leaves of the old oak tree. Therefore, it shook, and the light filtered from the gaps between the green leaves also changed, like silky threads, flowing brilliantly, and casting a thick and faint spot on the simple wooden table.
***********
He threw himself into that powerful embrace, felt the familiar breath, and quietly breathed a sigh of relief that had just disappeared like a ghost.
He sat down easily and looked at the scenery everywhere: blue sky, white clouds, grasslands and pansy swaying in the breeze
Kiyoko sat next to him, holding his shoulder with one hand and holding his hand with the other, giving him a sense of reliability and peace of mind.
But he knew clearly in his heart: it was not an illusion
That scene once really existed. He had indeed lying naked on the lawn of grass, receiving his master's training, the breath of grass floated from his nose, and the faint smell of semen in his mouth. It was a compulsory course for becoming a slave, and it was an inevitable step for him to forget the past. He still remembered that he was calm and numb at the time, serving the men tamely, and thinking strongly about someone.
I miss someone strongly...
He suddenly felt palpitations and held Qingxiao's hand with his back. He felt that the other person's palm was wet, as if he was sweating at noon. Although he was under the shade of the tree, he could feel the rising heat. Qingxiao was still wearing a long-sleeved plaid shirt and jeans, neat white socks and sneakers on his feet. No wonder he would sweat.
A Ling said in surprise: The weather is so hot, why are you... dressing like this?
Qingxiao wiped the fine sweat from her forehead, and looked a little nervous, saying: Do you think I'm good to wear this way? I used to wear this way when I was studying at Harvard, and there is such a big oak tree on campus. I often wear it like this and read books under the tree.
Ah Ling was stunned for a moment, wanting to laugh but not daring to laugh, and said: Harvard is in Boston in the northeast, Florida near the Gulf of Mexico, or isn't you so hot in summer?
Qingxiao laughed dryly and said: Fortunately, it’s still quite shade under the tree. Didn’t you think the wind was too cold just now?
He licked his dry lips and said: Uh, don’t you want to ask what books I like to read?
A Ling was indeed not very interested, but he still looked very interested and said: What book is Ah?
Qingxiao took out a thin pocket book from her pocket and took it out without feeling stunned. The cover was covered with some brown sticky things, and she couldn't see the title clearly, and she was still covered with a shiny piece of candy paper.
Ah, God! This is really, really fucking bad... Kiyoko screamed, and while muttering, he pulled down the candy paper and kneaded it into a ball
A Ling said in a daze: This is...
Qingxiao blushed and said: I didn’t expect the chocolate to melt the sun really...Ah, what book is this? It’s Wilde’s fairy tale collection, Happy Prince
He took out his handkerchief and wiped the cover, but the handkerchief was wet, and the sticky brown chocolate slurry was getting more and more, and the entire cover was almost full.
Qingxiao's nose saw the sweat and the book was ruined so hard that he couldn't bear to see it. He finally gave it to the table and looked back at A Ling with some hope, saying: Although the book can't see the cover clearly now, it is Wilde's happy prince Well, do you like Wilde?
Happy Prince Ah? It seems that he had seen it. A Ling replied casually, and looked away. If you stare, Qingxiao will feel embarrassed. There is a gravel road ahead, winding towards a small house. You can see the sea in the distance, and the silver light shines in the sun.
Don't want to embarrass Qingxiao anymore, A Ling tried to change the topic and pointed to the cottage and said: Have we come to someone else's garden? There is a house there
Qingxiao was a little depressed and barely cheered up and said: If it wasn't, that's my uncle's house.
A Ling said in surprise: Is your uncle’s manor big?
Qingxiao smiled and said: It's not Ah, the one you are living in is the worker's room. Now it's already changed to a debris room, but there are only two houses.
A Ling's heart moved and said tentatively: When I came down just now, I felt that there was no other door or stairs on the ground floor, but did our house have no basement?
Qingxiao raised his eyebrows and looked at him with a side face. He didn't answer immediately. After a while, a smile slowly spread on his lips. He gently raised a strand of hair on A Ling's forehead and said: Your observation is much more keen.
He sighed, his fingers slid down, stroked A Ling's smooth forehead, and fell on A Ling's lips, which were clear diamonds. At this moment, he closed tightly, and stroked it with a full bow Qingxiao for a while, slowly said: Our house has no basement.
He paused and then said: But there is only the worker room, and the only basement room is there.
He looked at A Ling's sudden nervous face, smiled unconsciously, and said: Do you like the scenery here? If you like it, look more. There are trees, sunshine, grassland, and sea. What else is more important than these?
*******************
*******************
In his dream, he was still tied to the training platform, receiving harsh training whip, blood, beating and pain... Fragments of memory poured in, and many blurry images were like white ghosts, whizzing, whizzing away. Who was screaming in the dark night, like laughing, or like crying.
Blood winds down his thighs like a snake, and the cold fingers slowly pass through his eyebrows. The finger was obviously cold, but it left a burning temperature like an iron. Who sighed like a whispering to himself: You will always belong to me...
Naked body, body entangled, like two crazy beasts, engaging in the most primitive intercourse
Physical friction, piston movement, how many people spend their lives like walking dead
Give up, forget, if memory can only make you suffer... Holding his hand, trembling and tearful eyes, gentle and desolate, just like the sunset quietly falling in the west
No thought
No need to think
As long as you don’t think, you won’t suffer anymore. As long as you don’t worry, you won’t be sad anymore.
Blood is dripping, flowing coldly along the body, but the temperature in the body is gradually increasing
The lonely body, greedy and desire more pain
Pain is stronger than love, more tempting than death
But... it seems that something is wrong
In a trance, it seemed like a missing link, and it was still a very important link
It is so important that he needs to defend with his life and forget with his life
Promise me, you must promise me... He heard the long sigh, as if the sad echo of the night wind passing through the forest. No matter how desperate the situation was, he must not give up...
Because I will definitely come back and come back to save you...
We will have a future, and we will definitely...
The scorching kiss fell on his chapped lips, and he knocked straight in without hesitation, tossing and turning between his lips and teeth, sucking and plundering, igniting clusters of flames wherever he went
That was the first kiss he received in his life
You must wait for me, remember that we have a future...
Who is that?
Who is crying for him?
Who is kissing him, hugging him, biting his tongue and making a bloody oath with him?
Love surging in his chest, he felt blood rushing violently against the wall of blood vessels, like waves hitting the coast
Stripping away all dignity, breaking down all reserve, and exploring all privacy. It turns out that he still has something left
The old oak tree with thick green shade sways its swaying branches and leaves at the end of memory, which is the spring in his life
Big white clouds float on the blue sky, the grass smells of green grass on the grass, the sun is bright, and the tranquility falls like raindrops
The man sat under the shade and read a book. He watched him run over and raised his face happily and smiled at him.
He frowned: Oh, I don't like Wilde. The fairy tales he wrote are cruel and are not suitable for children to read adults. They feel that they are too bitter, including the Happy Prince you are reading now
The prince has been living in his own world. After his death, people have placed his statue on a high place, allowing him to see the real world clearly, darkness, coldness, miserableness
You must not see the end, that's not the real ending
The real ending of the happy prince is that God brings their souls to heaven, where the prince and the son live happily together that is real, eternal happiness, not in a palace made of illusions
forever……
Together...
That word made him feel excited. Who is that person? Who is the person who promised him eternity?
The sun was so bright that he couldn't open his eyes that the man's face was hidden in the sun, making him unable to look directly at him, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see clearly who could look directly at the sun without his eyes being stinged by the light?
He finally gave up and lowered his head in frustration. At this time, he saw the man's clothes, which were shining with a cool light under the shade of the tree. It was a plaid shirt that had been washed and slightly gray.
A Ling suddenly felt palpitations and sat up suddenly. The dark night was surrounded by the quietness of everything. The moonlight shone through the curtains and the clear light was lying quietly beside him.
A Ling sat there for a long time, his chest still undulating. He turned to look at Qingxiao, his peaceful eyebrows and eyes, the quiet sleeping night continued endlessly, and the axis of time moved silently with an eternal and unchanging pace.
The face of the person in the dream suddenly appeared in front of him, but he knew it was not a dream. He sat blankly, not knowing whether it was joy or sorrow.
He lowered his head and looked at the sleeping face Yes, that was the person in his dream. He was very sure of this now. Maybe he had just woken up from his dream. He could not distinguish between dreams and reality. Love was still surging in his chest, rushing left and right, unable to find an outlet.
He loved this person very strongly, and his heart told him this way
But there was another voice whispering: That was a dream, that was just a dream...
If the dream is real, then his existing cognition will be completely subverted. This person is not a passerby who abandoned him in a crisis, but a lover he never forgets. Leaving just to get together better, then the master...
It's his enemy
This cognition made his scalp tight and he couldn't stand it. He just got up and went down to the windowsill and walked to the windowsill. In fact, this was not the first time he had a dream like this. During this period, he often dreamed of similar scenes, but there was no time that he could clearly recognize the dreamer than today.
The night is as cool as water, and the moonlight is bleak. He stands beside the bed, his limbs are weak, and he feels nothingness
What is truth? What is lies?
If memory can be sealed and records can be distorted, then how can the so-called truth be proved?
Do things you think of when you open your eyes and think of something you think of? Do things you think of when you close your eyes and dream of when you dream of something you must be fake?
Whether it is true or false, he just wants to follow his feelings at this moment
He turned around again and looked at Qingxiao who was sleeping soundly
He loves this person completely, no doubt
A Ling took a step closer and stared at the young man's face. It was him
A Ling closed his eyes and said in a trembling voice: Qingxiao...
Qingxiao was slightly stunned, his wrists were painful, and A Ling held it so tightly, his nails almost sink into his flesh. A Ling breathed heavily, his face was as white as paper, and he whispered: Hug me! Please, hug me!
Before Qingxiao could answer, he had already put his whole body on, and he drowned in Qingxiao's arms with a wet head, muttering in a nearly whispering voice: I am indeed tired, my legs are really soft, I will practice well, and I will never be lazy, but now, can you please hug me?
Qingxiao felt sorry for her. She had just started to learn to walk upright. It would be very hard for him, right? I wonder if he was forcing him too fast.
Then he picked up the blanket without saying a word and wrapped it around A Ling. He hugged him and walked to the oak tree. He laid the blanket on the wooden bench and put a few wild birds down. He was not afraid of people. It was not until they walked in that they flew away the layers of branches and leaves of the old oak tree. Therefore, it shook, and the light filtered from the gaps between the green leaves also changed, like silky threads, flowing brilliantly, and casting a thick and faint spot on the simple wooden table.
***********
He threw himself into that powerful embrace, felt the familiar breath, and quietly breathed a sigh of relief that had just disappeared like a ghost.
He sat down easily and looked at the scenery everywhere: blue sky, white clouds, grasslands and pansy swaying in the breeze
Kiyoko sat next to him, holding his shoulder with one hand and holding his hand with the other, giving him a sense of reliability and peace of mind.
But he knew clearly in his heart: it was not an illusion
That scene once really existed. He had indeed lying naked on the lawn of grass, receiving his master's training, the breath of grass floated from his nose, and the faint smell of semen in his mouth. It was a compulsory course for becoming a slave, and it was an inevitable step for him to forget the past. He still remembered that he was calm and numb at the time, serving the men tamely, and thinking strongly about someone.
I miss someone strongly...
He suddenly felt palpitations and held Qingxiao's hand with his back. He felt that the other person's palm was wet, as if he was sweating at noon. Although he was under the shade of the tree, he could feel the rising heat. Qingxiao was still wearing a long-sleeved plaid shirt and jeans, neat white socks and sneakers on his feet. No wonder he would sweat.
A Ling said in surprise: The weather is so hot, why are you... dressing like this?
Qingxiao wiped the fine sweat from her forehead, and looked a little nervous, saying: Do you think I'm good to wear this way? I used to wear this way when I was studying at Harvard, and there is such a big oak tree on campus. I often wear it like this and read books under the tree.
Ah Ling was stunned for a moment, wanting to laugh but not daring to laugh, and said: Harvard is in Boston in the northeast, Florida near the Gulf of Mexico, or isn't you so hot in summer?
Qingxiao laughed dryly and said: Fortunately, it’s still quite shade under the tree. Didn’t you think the wind was too cold just now?
He licked his dry lips and said: Uh, don’t you want to ask what books I like to read?
A Ling was indeed not very interested, but he still looked very interested and said: What book is Ah?
Qingxiao took out a thin pocket book from her pocket and took it out without feeling stunned. The cover was covered with some brown sticky things, and she couldn't see the title clearly, and she was still covered with a shiny piece of candy paper.
Ah, God! This is really, really fucking bad... Kiyoko screamed, and while muttering, he pulled down the candy paper and kneaded it into a ball
A Ling said in a daze: This is...
Qingxiao blushed and said: I didn’t expect the chocolate to melt the sun really...Ah, what book is this? It’s Wilde’s fairy tale collection, Happy Prince
He took out his handkerchief and wiped the cover, but the handkerchief was wet, and the sticky brown chocolate slurry was getting more and more, and the entire cover was almost full.
Qingxiao's nose saw the sweat and the book was ruined so hard that he couldn't bear to see it. He finally gave it to the table and looked back at A Ling with some hope, saying: Although the book can't see the cover clearly now, it is Wilde's happy prince Well, do you like Wilde?
Happy Prince Ah? It seems that he had seen it. A Ling replied casually, and looked away. If you stare, Qingxiao will feel embarrassed. There is a gravel road ahead, winding towards a small house. You can see the sea in the distance, and the silver light shines in the sun.
Don't want to embarrass Qingxiao anymore, A Ling tried to change the topic and pointed to the cottage and said: Have we come to someone else's garden? There is a house there
Qingxiao was a little depressed and barely cheered up and said: If it wasn't, that's my uncle's house.
A Ling said in surprise: Is your uncle’s manor big?
Qingxiao smiled and said: It's not Ah, the one you are living in is the worker's room. Now it's already changed to a debris room, but there are only two houses.
A Ling's heart moved and said tentatively: When I came down just now, I felt that there was no other door or stairs on the ground floor, but did our house have no basement?
Qingxiao raised his eyebrows and looked at him with a side face. He didn't answer immediately. After a while, a smile slowly spread on his lips. He gently raised a strand of hair on A Ling's forehead and said: Your observation is much more keen.
He sighed, his fingers slid down, stroked A Ling's smooth forehead, and fell on A Ling's lips, which were clear diamonds. At this moment, he closed tightly, and stroked it with a full bow Qingxiao for a while, slowly said: Our house has no basement.
He paused and then said: But there is only the worker room, and the only basement room is there.
He looked at A Ling's sudden nervous face, smiled unconsciously, and said: Do you like the scenery here? If you like it, look more. There are trees, sunshine, grassland, and sea. What else is more important than these?
*******************
*******************
In his dream, he was still tied to the training platform, receiving harsh training whip, blood, beating and pain... Fragments of memory poured in, and many blurry images were like white ghosts, whizzing, whizzing away. Who was screaming in the dark night, like laughing, or like crying.
Blood winds down his thighs like a snake, and the cold fingers slowly pass through his eyebrows. The finger was obviously cold, but it left a burning temperature like an iron. Who sighed like a whispering to himself: You will always belong to me...
Naked body, body entangled, like two crazy beasts, engaging in the most primitive intercourse
Physical friction, piston movement, how many people spend their lives like walking dead
Give up, forget, if memory can only make you suffer... Holding his hand, trembling and tearful eyes, gentle and desolate, just like the sunset quietly falling in the west
No thought
No need to think
As long as you don’t think, you won’t suffer anymore. As long as you don’t worry, you won’t be sad anymore.
Blood is dripping, flowing coldly along the body, but the temperature in the body is gradually increasing
The lonely body, greedy and desire more pain
Pain is stronger than love, more tempting than death
But... it seems that something is wrong
In a trance, it seemed like a missing link, and it was still a very important link
It is so important that he needs to defend with his life and forget with his life
Promise me, you must promise me... He heard the long sigh, as if the sad echo of the night wind passing through the forest. No matter how desperate the situation was, he must not give up...
Because I will definitely come back and come back to save you...
We will have a future, and we will definitely...
The scorching kiss fell on his chapped lips, and he knocked straight in without hesitation, tossing and turning between his lips and teeth, sucking and plundering, igniting clusters of flames wherever he went
That was the first kiss he received in his life
You must wait for me, remember that we have a future...
Who is that?
Who is crying for him?
Who is kissing him, hugging him, biting his tongue and making a bloody oath with him?
Love surging in his chest, he felt blood rushing violently against the wall of blood vessels, like waves hitting the coast
Stripping away all dignity, breaking down all reserve, and exploring all privacy. It turns out that he still has something left
The old oak tree with thick green shade sways its swaying branches and leaves at the end of memory, which is the spring in his life
Big white clouds float on the blue sky, the grass smells of green grass on the grass, the sun is bright, and the tranquility falls like raindrops
The man sat under the shade and read a book. He watched him run over and raised his face happily and smiled at him.
He frowned: Oh, I don't like Wilde. The fairy tales he wrote are cruel and are not suitable for children to read adults. They feel that they are too bitter, including the Happy Prince you are reading now
The prince has been living in his own world. After his death, people have placed his statue on a high place, allowing him to see the real world clearly, darkness, coldness, miserableness
You must not see the end, that's not the real ending
The real ending of the happy prince is that God brings their souls to heaven, where the prince and the son live happily together that is real, eternal happiness, not in a palace made of illusions
forever……
Together...
That word made him feel excited. Who is that person? Who is the person who promised him eternity?
The sun was so bright that he couldn't open his eyes that the man's face was hidden in the sun, making him unable to look directly at him, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see clearly who could look directly at the sun without his eyes being stinged by the light?
He finally gave up and lowered his head in frustration. At this time, he saw the man's clothes, which were shining with a cool light under the shade of the tree. It was a plaid shirt that had been washed and slightly gray.
A Ling suddenly felt palpitations and sat up suddenly. The dark night was surrounded by the quietness of everything. The moonlight shone through the curtains and the clear light was lying quietly beside him.
A Ling sat there for a long time, his chest still undulating. He turned to look at Qingxiao, his peaceful eyebrows and eyes, the quiet sleeping night continued endlessly, and the axis of time moved silently with an eternal and unchanging pace.
The face of the person in the dream suddenly appeared in front of him, but he knew it was not a dream. He sat blankly, not knowing whether it was joy or sorrow.
He lowered his head and looked at the sleeping face Yes, that was the person in his dream. He was very sure of this now. Maybe he had just woken up from his dream. He could not distinguish between dreams and reality. Love was still surging in his chest, rushing left and right, unable to find an outlet.
He loved this person very strongly, and his heart told him this way
But there was another voice whispering: That was a dream, that was just a dream...
If the dream is real, then his existing cognition will be completely subverted. This person is not a passerby who abandoned him in a crisis, but a lover he never forgets. Leaving just to get together better, then the master...
It's his enemy
This cognition made his scalp tight and he couldn't stand it. He just got up and went down to the windowsill and walked to the windowsill. In fact, this was not the first time he had a dream like this. During this period, he often dreamed of similar scenes, but there was no time that he could clearly recognize the dreamer than today.
The night is as cool as water, and the moonlight is bleak. He stands beside the bed, his limbs are weak, and he feels nothingness
What is truth? What is lies?
If memory can be sealed and records can be distorted, then how can the so-called truth be proved?
Do things you think of when you open your eyes and think of something you think of? Do things you think of when you close your eyes and dream of when you dream of something you must be fake?
Whether it is true or false, he just wants to follow his feelings at this moment
He turned around again and looked at Qingxiao who was sleeping soundly
He loves this person completely, no doubt
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