Eros, take you through sex

A group of people broke in.

The two of them were naturally at a disadvantage, because his so-called big brother had robbed someone else's girlfriend, so her boyfriend brought people to beat them up. This kind of thing seemed to happen all the time, and after being beaten, they didn't dare to call the police, so the girl was taken away. The two of them were left, and their faces were swollen from the beating.

The boy got so angry that he picked up a beer bottle and threw it at the other girl, and then a more intense fight began.

In the end, the boy was beaten badly. Someone called the police and the others fled. Both of them were injured. The boy's injury was much more serious and he seemed to be dying. He was covered in blood. The police called his parents. When he was taken to the hospital, he seemed to be dying, but he finally woke up after rescue.

Although his parents don't love him on the surface, they actually love him very much. This kind of parental love is like this, it seems very exclusive and isolated, but inwardly they truly love their children. Otherwise, they would not care at all. The other boy's parents came to pick him up.

After resting for almost a month, I gradually recovered.

During the days he was in the hospital, his parents took turns to take care of him. He seemed to have found the love he had long lost. He said with emotion that he was wrong. His parents seemed to sense his heart and accepted his apology. The family seemed to have regained a strong love. He stood by and was deeply moved. He also loved such scenes. But he could not enjoy them anymore.

As far as he could remember, he had never experienced a similar scene with his parents.

He shed tears silently, thinking that this might be the happiness in the world.

But the good times didn't last long. When he was discharged from the hospital, a taxi collided with a truck and the boy was killed. Everyone thought he was dead, and he was really dead. His mission was completed, but he was unwilling to let the boy die, so he forcibly attached himself to his body. He wanted to feel everything about this person.

So, in the midst of lightning and thunder, he became him.

With a body, the boy's memory and his memory are all there, and he wants to change the boy. After the doctor's treatment, he survived. He lay in the hospital for many days, and his parents were worried about him. After waking up, he became a different person.

He said he wanted to go back to school and take the college entrance exam in the future.

The parents took good care of him. They felt that their son had become much more mature and sensible after experiencing life and death, and they were very happy. They were even happier to hear that their son wanted to study. After recuperating, he was able to walk well and returned to his parents' rental house.

His parents also contacted the school in the town, and the school was willing to accept him. After he returned, he became very diligent, studying day and night, hoping to get into a good university and please his parents. The man would still stand on the roof and watch him, and he would warn him. But he seemed not to listen to the warning.

The boy burned the diary, intending to drown out all the past.

His parents often called him back. His grandparents were very happy to see him become so well-behaved and sensible. They doted on their sensible and well-behaved grandson. Only he knew that he was just repeating his past life.

But such dependence is very dangerous, which is equivalent to the boy dying once it comes out. So even if he tries very hard to achieve what others expect him to be like, it seems that the results are not what he wants. So he studies like crazy, hoping to change his fate through studying.

To him, the boy's previous life was too bad. He wondered if it was the same as his own. But when he thought about it, if his life was the same as his, he would commit suicide in the end. So he kept thinking about what to do, how to become different from before, different from himself. He thought about this all night.

That disgusting man, who had been drinking all day since he was intoxicated, didn't know when. He didn't dare approach the boy, after all, he was an adult now, an alcoholic, and there was nothing he could do to him. He would really beat him up and vent all his hatred.

He used benefits to lure people, and it seemed that the hatred was reduced a lot.

Life was dull and boring, and all he did was study. Because he was serious, his grades naturally improved, and he felt that everything was getting better. With a little more preparation, it would be enough to get into a university. One night, the drunk man suddenly stopped him on the side of the road and wanted to continue his previous behavior. He punched him hard and made him fall to the ground. From then on, he never harassed him again.

He said he was a pervert.

He could never understand the love a man has for another man. He hated this feeling, and he hated this uncle even more. But the real inner one was either a boy or the male protagonist. Because he was older and had experienced more, he accepted their relationship and thought it was reasonable. The two ideas were fighting in his mind, and neither of them would give in.

A few days later, the drunk man died on the edge of a cliff. It was said that he accidentally fell down because he was drunk. His daughter was picked up by her mother. That day, after a lively meal, the people buried the man. His deeds seemed to disappear with him.

But the images left for this boy will never be erased.

Because memories seem profound, they are remembered long after an experience.

He still went to see the cremation of the drunk man. Seeing him being pushed in and burned, he was very happy. At least he felt that the memory that did not belong to him could disappear. But he did not expect that he would have a nightmare that night. The drunk man came back here, forced his way into his room, and did things he did not want to do again and again. He struggled desperately and pierced his shadow with a pair of scissors. In the end, he escaped and was rescued.

When he woke up, he found his pants were wet.

Although dreams are just dreams, the sex stuff still stimulates him and makes him suffer. It is definitely not love, but just a perverted release. But why does he have a memory about him? It was when he was very young. The drunk man was handsome, good-looking, and strong. When he picked him up and kissed him, he felt that he was very good. Perhaps this unknown love has become a kind of blasphemy, a disgusting thing.

He doesn't like him, but the feeling of being violated will extend and cannot be erased.

He suffers from this and cannot get rid of it. Even if that person has left and disappeared, the memories and pain he brought to him will continue and he will never forget it, just like his hiding and pain before, which will bring lifelong memories.

This is the greatest pain.