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The old carved wooden door is open, and he can see the scenery outside. It is a slope covered with green grass. The lawn of the garden extends wide and the sprinkler rotates regularly, constantly spraying out crystal clear water droplets. Next to it is a large bunch of yellow and purple pansy. The breeze blows, and the flowers move gracefully, like flying butterflies.
At the end of the slope there is a tall oak tree. The lush branches and leaves carry the blue sky and white clouds. It sprinkles the shade of the trees. Under the trees, a simple bench-shaped table is built with wooden boards. A few wild birds are walking peacefully on the table, pecking at something from time to time.
The summer sun shines violently on the garden, and all the colors look particularly bright. The blue background white clouds on the sky that he usually sees through the glass window are like masterpieces carefully painted by the painter. The emerald green on the grass leaves seems to be about to flow to the ground, the sun and air seem to have deformed, and there is a feeling of extreme unreality.
He stared at the sunny grass outside, like a highly myopic person who suddenly put on suitable glasses. The originally vague world suddenly became extremely clear, and even the leaves of the oak tree were visible, so beautiful and bright that he was afraid of
He was a little dizzy. The green grass seemed to be some kind of moving living creature. It would crawl over with a blanket and bit his feet. He couldn't help but shrank for a moment and hid in Qingxiao's arms.
He hugged his arms tighter. He heard the other party's rapid heartbeat and looked up in surprise. He saw Qingxiao staring at him with his eyes fixed on his breathing a little unsteady: You have been here for so long and have not left the house yet. Today, I will go out with me to see how?
He knew that this would be the problem. Qingxiao's expectations in his eyes made him unable to bear to refuse, but...
He lowered his head and looked at his fair and naked body. He hadn't gone out for several years. He had long been used to the strong sunshine of shade. I wonder if it would burn his skin?
If he remembered correctly, when he woke up from his coma and saw Kiyoko for the first time, he chose this dress in the same hospital gown to reduce his troubles, right? After all, he hadn't worn any clothes for a long time.
He looked around again, the sunshine, the grass, the old wooden doors, the light-colored clothes... and then closed his eyes for a long time ago, he seemed to have seen the same scene.
The sky is so blue, as blue as a transparent blue glass lawn is so green and bright. A door separates the inside and outside of the two world doors, which is his past life and present life.
And the door is open, and the master gave him the right to choose
He opened his eyes and was still in the front of the hall. There was a shoe cabinet with a pot of geraniums on it, and there were some dark markings on the shiny leaves.
No, it shouldn't be a shoe cabinet, but a small coffee table with a set of clothes and pants on the coffee table, which is cotton, and it feels good to touch. The clothes and pants are his size, and even the underwear is complete. The owner chose for him. His collars and shackles were placed on the floor under the coffee table.
That time he chose to leave his master to come over, and the whip gently hit him. It was obviously painful, but he felt strangely relieved. Then he was hugged into a warm arms, and floating into his nose was the faint fragrance of the pine needle. He leaned on his master like that, watching the sunlight pass by the window inch by inch
Or the atmosphere was so good that he thought he would snuggle with his master forever and forever, but the master held his face and told him that he needed to take him to meet someone...
He suddenly felt palpitations. The memories were so unbearable. Even in this sunny summer, it still made him feel cold all over his body. Every hair stood up and he tried hard to hide in the warm embrace. The familiar smell made him feel at ease as if he noticed his uneasiness. A big hand gently stroked his shoulder. The nightmare retreated. His heart slowly calmed down. Only then did he realize that it was not the master who hugged him, but Qingxiao.
But it was so familiar that he could still lean on the man to be hugged. It seemed that he had been curled up in the man's arms for a long time and a long time ago, feeling the man's breath
Go out with me, okay? The man repeated it again, his voice was a little hesitant, a little uncertainty and unconfidence, which made him feel distressed
He looked up at the man's eyebrows and eyes, and saw the pity and affection in that eye. Last time he chose to stay. Can he choose to go out this time?
Once he goes out, can he come back?
Then you have to accompany me, he hesitated
Of course, I will definitely be with you and never leave for a moment
The ecstasy in the voice could not be concealed. He smiled unconsciously, watching the scenery outside the door, the sunshine and the breath of grass gently rubbing against his skin, gradually penetrated into his body, and the wind blew, quietly shaking the yellow and purple pansy, each flower was waving to him, as if inviting him.
Not untempting
He couldn't help but hold Kiyoko's hand tightly, looking at the promise in the man's eyes as if confirming, reassuring him. The big hand that held him, dry and warmed the man, would not hurt him, he was more convinced of this than ever before.
The man seemed to hope he could go out.
He smiled sly, his eyes circulating: Then I want you to hug me before I can go out
After thinking about it, he added: My feet hurt very much, my knees are broken
Qingxiao frowned and said: You can't be lazy, this is really bad. You should say that the time for practice has come.
A Ling immediately changed his words obediently: It's time for practice
Qingxiao laughed and helped him put on a light blue hospital gown. It was a hospital gown that he often wore during surgery. It was wide and big, like an apron with two sleeves. The thin strap was tied to the back. He remembered that he pulled two of them when he struggled last time, and a big hole in the collar. Now they have been repaired, and the needle and thread are actually very good.
He looked up at Qingxiao in surprise: Did you make up for it? Not bad Ah
Of course, Qingxiao raised her eyebrows proudly, you forgot, I left home as a teenager...
I forgot that you can't remember, I can't remember many things... He murmured, his expression a little sad
Looking at A Ling who was at a loss, he immediately cheered up and said with a smile: But it doesn't matter, in short, you know I'm very capable. I'm the best at repairing. I can fix everything, but it's not just clothes.
Qingxiao smiled and took a blanket and wrapped it on A Ling, picked him up, and walked past the door in front.
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There were two or three steps in front of the door and when A Ling was obviously nervous. He grabbed Qingxiao's arm tightly and gave him a smile, hugged him and walked towards the lawn to the sunlight and clear, unlike in the house. There were always some floating particles in the air flying under the oak tree. The wild birds on the wooden table stopped pecking, staring at this place with curiosity, jumped twice, but did not fly away
How do you feel? Qingxiao asked about such a gentle and stable scenery, it shouldn't make him afraid, right?
Well... the wind seemed to be a little colder, he hesitated and did not let go of his hand immediately
Qingxiao looked around, walked to the bunch of pansy, laid the blanket, and carefully put him down: Then take a break here? Let me see your legs
He was a little nervous, neither sitting nor kneeling, but finally adjusted his posture and sat down with his long legs straight on the blanket
Qingxiao lifted up the hem of his clothes, the wound on his knee had stopped bleeding, the edges were slightly red, and the broken skin part was a little dirty
The sprinkler just turned around, and the bright water droplets were sprinkled on Pansy Shangqingxiao took out his handkerchief, soaked it in water, gently wiped his wounds, bringing a cool feeling
He slowly calmed down and breathed quietly
Qingxiao wiped the scratches behind him, and it was a little itchy, and he couldn't help laughing out loud.
Qingxiao also laughed, blew at the wound, and said: Is it embarrassing to say that just this little injury, is it embarrassing to lose it?
He smiled and avoided, saying: I love you very much
When he said this, his head turned, and the water was sprayed by the sprinkler that turned around. A Ling screamed. He found that it was a water spray tap, so he reached out to pick up the water with confidence. His expression was focused and happy. There were still some water droplets on his black hair, reflecting the summer sunshine and flashing with crystal clearness.
Qingxiao held her breath and looked at those young and vicissitudes of eyes
That's A Ling. Qingxiao knew very clearly that this really Xiaoyu rarely acted coquettishly in front of him. Well, he had never acted coquettishly in front of him. He was an overly strong and stubborn man. He was used to everything and resisted by himself. Only when the subject consciousness was suppressed can he reveal his longing for warmth.
A Ling is Yu!
Do you really understand Akamiya? How do you know that deep down he doesn’t want others to take responsibility for him? How do you know that he has no fragile side, longing to be attached to others, and longing to let go completely?
Yes, now he began to realize that he still knew too little about Xiaoyu. Although he had many unsatisfactory feelings, he was well-cared for his parents and never lacked love. He could not truly understand the pain of an illegitimate child. But he could still imagine that he would force a teenager to leave his hometown overnight and come to Tokyo, where he was unfamiliar with his place to develop. How many hardships would be behind him be humiliated by his respected adoptive father and teacher, and how deep pain would be brought.
For Xiaoyu, who has no childhood, I must hope to find someone in my heart that can support him and act coquettishly, right? It is said that after mentally injured, people often have some behaviors in childhood. I wonder if they can still see these characteristics in Xiaoyu when A Ling disappears? If not, it is really a pity.
He thought of being out of sight, but he felt that he didn't cherish it at this time, and when did he wait? He pulled the blanket and said: I'll sit down at the past one, too.
A Ling frowned and moved to the side reluctantly, but when he sat down, he immediately snuggled up and grabbed Qingxiao's arm.
Like this place?
A Ling nodded and said: Is this your home?
No, it's my uncle's house, but I was born here and lived here for a while when I was a child. Qingxiao picked a pansy flower, and there were a few purple spots on the yellow flowers, which looked like a child's face.
Is this flower beautiful? It's just that I planted it when I was a child and it's still blooming now
A Ling looked at the flowers. They were supposed to be planted in a round flower bed, but they hadn't taken care of it for a long time. They grew wildly and had already crossed the boundaries. They were blooming in a mess, and were still energetic.
It seems you haven't taken care of it for a long time, it's very good
Pansy is a flower that does not require much care, and the flowering period is very long. I like it very much. You haven't said whether the flowers I planted are beautiful.
A Ling looked up at Qingxiao, and the other party looked very expectant, like a peacock with a wide open screen waiting for him to praise him.
He couldn't help but feel funny, and for some reason he wanted to hit the other party and said: Is it very good? The owner used to plant a lot of roses for me, all of which were very expensive varieties and covered the bed.
As soon as he said that, he was shocked. How could he be so silly and said it casually, as if he had done countless things to provoke this person.
Qingxiao was indeed hit and wanted to get angry, but looking at A Ling's trembling look, she had to suppress her anger and said: What's the same? It's different at all! You are really, really...
Still a little crazy, he took a few deep breaths before he could barely hold back his emotions and said calmly: Flowers are flowers that grow in the soil, no matter how expensive they are, once they leave the branches, they will not live long. No matter how beautiful they are, they can only satisfy others' appreciation for a moment. So he just gave you a bed of corpses. At most, he applied some lipstick on the corpse, but the corpse is a corpse.
A Ling was stunned by his words and said blankly: Corpse?
Qing Xiaoyu's anger was not gone and said: Of course, it's a corpse, I live! I planted it when I was seven years old, and now it's more and more. Tell me, who's more beautiful?
A Ling dared not say anything again, saying: Your beauty
Qingxiao breathed out, and thought it was ridiculous, and said: OK, maybe roses are more beautiful, but this is from the perspective of human beings. However, for flowers themselves, they themselves are more willing to take root in the soil and withstand the sun and rain, because the sun and rain are also the power to grow.
He stood up and stretched out his hand to A Ling: Come on, stand up and walk on the grass, don't be afraid that people can't leave the earth for too long
A Ling hesitated, but the expectation in the other party's eyes made him unable to refuse, and he didn't know how to refuse. Finally, he stretched out his hand and carefully stepped on the grass with the help of Qingxiao. The black soil emerged from his snow-white toes. Lush plants and flowers grew from this inconspicuous mud.
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
The old carved wooden door is open, and he can see the scenery outside. It is a slope covered with green grass. The lawn of the garden extends wide and the sprinkler rotates regularly, constantly spraying out crystal clear water droplets. Next to it is a large bunch of yellow and purple pansy. The breeze blows, and the flowers move gracefully, like flying butterflies.
At the end of the slope there is a tall oak tree. The lush branches and leaves carry the blue sky and white clouds. It sprinkles the shade of the trees. Under the trees, a simple bench-shaped table is built with wooden boards. A few wild birds are walking peacefully on the table, pecking at something from time to time.
The summer sun shines violently on the garden, and all the colors look particularly bright. The blue background white clouds on the sky that he usually sees through the glass window are like masterpieces carefully painted by the painter. The emerald green on the grass leaves seems to be about to flow to the ground, the sun and air seem to have deformed, and there is a feeling of extreme unreality.
He stared at the sunny grass outside, like a highly myopic person who suddenly put on suitable glasses. The originally vague world suddenly became extremely clear, and even the leaves of the oak tree were visible, so beautiful and bright that he was afraid of
He was a little dizzy. The green grass seemed to be some kind of moving living creature. It would crawl over with a blanket and bit his feet. He couldn't help but shrank for a moment and hid in Qingxiao's arms.
He hugged his arms tighter. He heard the other party's rapid heartbeat and looked up in surprise. He saw Qingxiao staring at him with his eyes fixed on his breathing a little unsteady: You have been here for so long and have not left the house yet. Today, I will go out with me to see how?
He knew that this would be the problem. Qingxiao's expectations in his eyes made him unable to bear to refuse, but...
He lowered his head and looked at his fair and naked body. He hadn't gone out for several years. He had long been used to the strong sunshine of shade. I wonder if it would burn his skin?
If he remembered correctly, when he woke up from his coma and saw Kiyoko for the first time, he chose this dress in the same hospital gown to reduce his troubles, right? After all, he hadn't worn any clothes for a long time.
He looked around again, the sunshine, the grass, the old wooden doors, the light-colored clothes... and then closed his eyes for a long time ago, he seemed to have seen the same scene.
The sky is so blue, as blue as a transparent blue glass lawn is so green and bright. A door separates the inside and outside of the two world doors, which is his past life and present life.
And the door is open, and the master gave him the right to choose
He opened his eyes and was still in the front of the hall. There was a shoe cabinet with a pot of geraniums on it, and there were some dark markings on the shiny leaves.
No, it shouldn't be a shoe cabinet, but a small coffee table with a set of clothes and pants on the coffee table, which is cotton, and it feels good to touch. The clothes and pants are his size, and even the underwear is complete. The owner chose for him. His collars and shackles were placed on the floor under the coffee table.
That time he chose to leave his master to come over, and the whip gently hit him. It was obviously painful, but he felt strangely relieved. Then he was hugged into a warm arms, and floating into his nose was the faint fragrance of the pine needle. He leaned on his master like that, watching the sunlight pass by the window inch by inch
Or the atmosphere was so good that he thought he would snuggle with his master forever and forever, but the master held his face and told him that he needed to take him to meet someone...
He suddenly felt palpitations. The memories were so unbearable. Even in this sunny summer, it still made him feel cold all over his body. Every hair stood up and he tried hard to hide in the warm embrace. The familiar smell made him feel at ease as if he noticed his uneasiness. A big hand gently stroked his shoulder. The nightmare retreated. His heart slowly calmed down. Only then did he realize that it was not the master who hugged him, but Qingxiao.
But it was so familiar that he could still lean on the man to be hugged. It seemed that he had been curled up in the man's arms for a long time and a long time ago, feeling the man's breath
Go out with me, okay? The man repeated it again, his voice was a little hesitant, a little uncertainty and unconfidence, which made him feel distressed
He looked up at the man's eyebrows and eyes, and saw the pity and affection in that eye. Last time he chose to stay. Can he choose to go out this time?
Once he goes out, can he come back?
Then you have to accompany me, he hesitated
Of course, I will definitely be with you and never leave for a moment
The ecstasy in the voice could not be concealed. He smiled unconsciously, watching the scenery outside the door, the sunshine and the breath of grass gently rubbing against his skin, gradually penetrated into his body, and the wind blew, quietly shaking the yellow and purple pansy, each flower was waving to him, as if inviting him.
Not untempting
He couldn't help but hold Kiyoko's hand tightly, looking at the promise in the man's eyes as if confirming, reassuring him. The big hand that held him, dry and warmed the man, would not hurt him, he was more convinced of this than ever before.
The man seemed to hope he could go out.
He smiled sly, his eyes circulating: Then I want you to hug me before I can go out
After thinking about it, he added: My feet hurt very much, my knees are broken
Qingxiao frowned and said: You can't be lazy, this is really bad. You should say that the time for practice has come.
A Ling immediately changed his words obediently: It's time for practice
Qingxiao laughed and helped him put on a light blue hospital gown. It was a hospital gown that he often wore during surgery. It was wide and big, like an apron with two sleeves. The thin strap was tied to the back. He remembered that he pulled two of them when he struggled last time, and a big hole in the collar. Now they have been repaired, and the needle and thread are actually very good.
He looked up at Qingxiao in surprise: Did you make up for it? Not bad Ah
Of course, Qingxiao raised her eyebrows proudly, you forgot, I left home as a teenager...
I forgot that you can't remember, I can't remember many things... He murmured, his expression a little sad
Looking at A Ling who was at a loss, he immediately cheered up and said with a smile: But it doesn't matter, in short, you know I'm very capable. I'm the best at repairing. I can fix everything, but it's not just clothes.
Qingxiao smiled and took a blanket and wrapped it on A Ling, picked him up, and walked past the door in front.
**********
There were two or three steps in front of the door and when A Ling was obviously nervous. He grabbed Qingxiao's arm tightly and gave him a smile, hugged him and walked towards the lawn to the sunlight and clear, unlike in the house. There were always some floating particles in the air flying under the oak tree. The wild birds on the wooden table stopped pecking, staring at this place with curiosity, jumped twice, but did not fly away
How do you feel? Qingxiao asked about such a gentle and stable scenery, it shouldn't make him afraid, right?
Well... the wind seemed to be a little colder, he hesitated and did not let go of his hand immediately
Qingxiao looked around, walked to the bunch of pansy, laid the blanket, and carefully put him down: Then take a break here? Let me see your legs
He was a little nervous, neither sitting nor kneeling, but finally adjusted his posture and sat down with his long legs straight on the blanket
Qingxiao lifted up the hem of his clothes, the wound on his knee had stopped bleeding, the edges were slightly red, and the broken skin part was a little dirty
The sprinkler just turned around, and the bright water droplets were sprinkled on Pansy Shangqingxiao took out his handkerchief, soaked it in water, gently wiped his wounds, bringing a cool feeling
He slowly calmed down and breathed quietly
Qingxiao wiped the scratches behind him, and it was a little itchy, and he couldn't help laughing out loud.
Qingxiao also laughed, blew at the wound, and said: Is it embarrassing to say that just this little injury, is it embarrassing to lose it?
He smiled and avoided, saying: I love you very much
When he said this, his head turned, and the water was sprayed by the sprinkler that turned around. A Ling screamed. He found that it was a water spray tap, so he reached out to pick up the water with confidence. His expression was focused and happy. There were still some water droplets on his black hair, reflecting the summer sunshine and flashing with crystal clearness.
Qingxiao held her breath and looked at those young and vicissitudes of eyes
That's A Ling. Qingxiao knew very clearly that this really Xiaoyu rarely acted coquettishly in front of him. Well, he had never acted coquettishly in front of him. He was an overly strong and stubborn man. He was used to everything and resisted by himself. Only when the subject consciousness was suppressed can he reveal his longing for warmth.
A Ling is Yu!
Do you really understand Akamiya? How do you know that deep down he doesn’t want others to take responsibility for him? How do you know that he has no fragile side, longing to be attached to others, and longing to let go completely?
Yes, now he began to realize that he still knew too little about Xiaoyu. Although he had many unsatisfactory feelings, he was well-cared for his parents and never lacked love. He could not truly understand the pain of an illegitimate child. But he could still imagine that he would force a teenager to leave his hometown overnight and come to Tokyo, where he was unfamiliar with his place to develop. How many hardships would be behind him be humiliated by his respected adoptive father and teacher, and how deep pain would be brought.
For Xiaoyu, who has no childhood, I must hope to find someone in my heart that can support him and act coquettishly, right? It is said that after mentally injured, people often have some behaviors in childhood. I wonder if they can still see these characteristics in Xiaoyu when A Ling disappears? If not, it is really a pity.
He thought of being out of sight, but he felt that he didn't cherish it at this time, and when did he wait? He pulled the blanket and said: I'll sit down at the past one, too.
A Ling frowned and moved to the side reluctantly, but when he sat down, he immediately snuggled up and grabbed Qingxiao's arm.
Like this place?
A Ling nodded and said: Is this your home?
No, it's my uncle's house, but I was born here and lived here for a while when I was a child. Qingxiao picked a pansy flower, and there were a few purple spots on the yellow flowers, which looked like a child's face.
Is this flower beautiful? It's just that I planted it when I was a child and it's still blooming now
A Ling looked at the flowers. They were supposed to be planted in a round flower bed, but they hadn't taken care of it for a long time. They grew wildly and had already crossed the boundaries. They were blooming in a mess, and were still energetic.
It seems you haven't taken care of it for a long time, it's very good
Pansy is a flower that does not require much care, and the flowering period is very long. I like it very much. You haven't said whether the flowers I planted are beautiful.
A Ling looked up at Qingxiao, and the other party looked very expectant, like a peacock with a wide open screen waiting for him to praise him.
He couldn't help but feel funny, and for some reason he wanted to hit the other party and said: Is it very good? The owner used to plant a lot of roses for me, all of which were very expensive varieties and covered the bed.
As soon as he said that, he was shocked. How could he be so silly and said it casually, as if he had done countless things to provoke this person.
Qingxiao was indeed hit and wanted to get angry, but looking at A Ling's trembling look, she had to suppress her anger and said: What's the same? It's different at all! You are really, really...
Still a little crazy, he took a few deep breaths before he could barely hold back his emotions and said calmly: Flowers are flowers that grow in the soil, no matter how expensive they are, once they leave the branches, they will not live long. No matter how beautiful they are, they can only satisfy others' appreciation for a moment. So he just gave you a bed of corpses. At most, he applied some lipstick on the corpse, but the corpse is a corpse.
A Ling was stunned by his words and said blankly: Corpse?
Qing Xiaoyu's anger was not gone and said: Of course, it's a corpse, I live! I planted it when I was seven years old, and now it's more and more. Tell me, who's more beautiful?
A Ling dared not say anything again, saying: Your beauty
Qingxiao breathed out, and thought it was ridiculous, and said: OK, maybe roses are more beautiful, but this is from the perspective of human beings. However, for flowers themselves, they themselves are more willing to take root in the soil and withstand the sun and rain, because the sun and rain are also the power to grow.
He stood up and stretched out his hand to A Ling: Come on, stand up and walk on the grass, don't be afraid that people can't leave the earth for too long
A Ling hesitated, but the expectation in the other party's eyes made him unable to refuse, and he didn't know how to refuse. Finally, he stretched out his hand and carefully stepped on the grass with the help of Qingxiao. The black soil emerged from his snow-white toes. Lush plants and flowers grew from this inconspicuous mud.
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
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