four o'clock moonlight

"What are you doing here? It's dangerous here, leave now." The musician whispered to him.

Andersa wanted to cry a little, because he wanted to speak but couldn't speak, and his voice suddenly became hoarse.

The musician seemed to notice it, and smiled and said, "Then stop talking, get out of here, the person who just shot is gone."

Can I go?He just watched a person's life pass away without a sound. Can such a bad self still go?

I'm afraid... still can't.Andersa turned around and hugged the musician, thinking with her head down.And the musician didn't let go of his hands from the back to the front, but continued to clasp them.

Even if he is gone now, the existence of this fact cannot be erased. On the contrary, the crime will become more and more serious as time goes by. He doesn't want to do this.

But fate has already paved the way for Andersa, and there is no room for choice. From this moment on, his self-blame and guilt made his soul imprisoned here for endless repentance, unable to leave.Later, he became less and less like himself, always going out of line, always out of control, and in the end, maybe what he was waiting for was just the end of death.

Andersa thought for a long time, finally raised his head, looked at the musician who made his heart beat so fast in front of him for a long time, his face blushed unconsciously.

The musician also looked at Andesa, then gently wiped away the blood on Andesa's face with his fingers, then put it in his mouth to taste the taste, and laughed, "You are so delicious."

Hearing these words, Andersa lost his mind and remained silent for a long time. Finally, he put his hand on the musician's shoulder, smirked and asked in a flirtatious tone, "Sir, can I borrow a fire?"

The voice was already hoarse, but at such a midnight, it was so bewitching that it was impossible to refuse.

The musician seemed to be thinking about it, but after a few seconds, he smiled instead, "I don't think you have a cigar on you."

Andersa put his arms around the musician's neck and whispered in his ear, "I know...you have it, so it's okay? En?" At the end of the sentence, he took a breath.

The musician felt even happier after listening to it, let go of Andersa's hand, took out a cigar and a lighter from his pocket, and lit it for Andersa.

It was the first time for Andesa to smoke. The feeling of puffing out smoke made him feel fresh. Although it was a bit choking, he still endured it. He couldn't let the person he likes see the joke, so he had to continue to smoke, slowly, His body and mind felt a little floating, he didn't seem so tired anymore, and he didn't have so many things to carry, as long as this moment was enough.

The musician and Andersa came to a hotel, took the key and went upstairs to open the door. After entering the door, the musician carried Andersa to the bed.

The musician smiled, "Do you still want to do the one above?"

Andersu paused, he thought about it, and finally responded softly, "Maybe...you can try?"

In the eyes of musicians, such words not only do not have a hint of provocation, but are also an inexplicable taste, which arouses a desire to conquer.

In the middle of the night, the two of them were entangled together, their clothes had already been taken off, and the sounds of kissing and panting were like a melodious sound, which gave the night a tinge of lust.

Outside the window, there is another different world. The smell of blood and death spreads in the air, and there are those people lying in a pool of blood, making the night even more desolate.

In the morning, Andersa woke up first because of the pain that was tearing his body.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the musician's sleeping face, and his heart beat faster. Why is it so beautiful?It's really like the hero described in the book.

Why did you think of the book again?In Mingming's final ending, the male protagonist is with the female protagonist. Although there are some situations where there are two male protagonists, at least the two of them really love each other, and what about him?

Andersa shook his head, and gave up thinking about the contents of the book. What's so good about the book, they all teach wrong knowledge.At least for now, he and this musician are together. Although they only contacted each other for one night, he believes that as long as he works hard, he will be able to be together, and he will.

Andersa looked closely at the musician's face, but his body hurt a little, which made him let out a soft breath, and then immediately silenced to see if the musician had been woken up.

It doesn't seem to be, it's good, he can take a closer look at him again, enduring the pain in his body.

The eyelashes are so long, these eyes are so beautiful... and the lips, nose, these are all in one face, as if they are gifts from heaven, perfect and impeccable.

Andersa blushed a little, didn't dare to take a breath, and greedily looked at the person he loved most in front of him.

The musician suddenly opened his eyes, "What are you looking at?"

Andersa subconsciously wanted to back up and return to the previous position, but was pulled back by the musician's arms.

"What are you afraid of?" the musician asked with a smile.

"No...no." Andersa answered with a bow.

"Then what were you doing just now?" the musician continued to ask.

"No...it's nothing." Andersa looked around with his eyeballs, feeling very nervous.

"What's your name?" the musician asked, looking at Andersa.

"Andesa. What about you...?" Andersa looked up at the musician.

"You don't need to know." Abra let go of Andersa's hand, and was about to get up, get dressed and leave.

Andersa was a little panicked, how could he just leave like this... He obviously didn't even know his name.

Abra sat up to get dressed, but was stopped by a pair of good-looking hands.

"I...I want to know your name." Andersa asked through gritted teeth with courage.

"How much?" Abra seemed to have not heard Andersa's question, just talking to himself.

"What...how much?" Andersa frowned.

"Money." Abra was a little disdainful. Is this person really ignorant or fake?Do you want to get his attention? It's really ridiculous.

"I don't want it." When Andesa heard the word Qian, he felt that the love in his heart had been trampled on, a little heavy.

"No? I'm not the kind of person who doesn't have manners. Judging by your attire, you must be let out because the family has no livelihood, right? I don't deny that you caught a big fish, but you have to learn to catch the opportunity, so that Maybe we can meet again in the future." Abra put on the clothes one by one and said calmly.

Tomorrow... goodbye?Is his love actually considered that way?Is it possible for him to play the role of prostitution to continue?

Andersa's blushing face paled a lot now, and he didn't answer.

"If you don't say anything, you will lose this opportunity, the opportunity to make a living for your family." Abela planned to leave, and it was already very late.

"Fifty gold coins." Andersa said a random number with a headache.

"So much? I'll give you some more, just take it as my appreciation for you, your...delicious body." Abela said with a little meaning, took out a lot of gold coins from his pocket, and sprinkled them on Ann In front of Desa, there was a bang.

That's right, don't try to attract his attention, maybe he is scared?Because the person who dared to reject him like this last time has now been taken by God.

So now is the correct development. Although he does not deny that the body of the person in front of him is indeed irresistible to him, but it is just for fun, and it is still considered sensible, and next time, they will definitely be very happy .

Thinking of this, Abra raised the corners of his mouth.

"Then I'm leaving." Abra turned and left.

There was no answer behind him, and Abra didn't care too much, opened the door and left.

As for Andersa, after receiving the money, he was in a daze for a while, looking at the shiny gold coins in front of him, which he had never seen before in his life. Is this how the life of the rich is like, waste at will The money in hand, but I don't know that some people have lost their lives because of the money.

Thinking about it this way, is he still the lucky one?But what he wants is not these, he only knows that his heart is sinking infinitely.

Andersa looked out of the window, the moonlight shone in, it was so lonely and desolate.

He planned to leave, put away these gold coins, and prepare to go home. He has a headache now, and he just wants to go home and have a good sleep.

After handing over the keys, he walked out of the hotel. There was no one on the street, only his lonely back, he thought as he walked.

Why did he take the money in such a strange way, obviously he shouldn't have it, so his status in his mind would be confirmed, he didn't want to.But, he was really scared. Thinking that he would never see him again, he didn't even know his name, and he couldn't find a way to find it. It was like looking for a needle in a haystack, so he felt a sense of fear in his heart, so he asked for those Money, for the sake of the "goodbye" in the mouth, even if it is considered such a person, what does it matter?After all, compared to never seeing each other again, this is really a trick.

Thinking of it this way, it seems that my heart is much more comfortable, maybe I have found a reason to comfort myself, or something else.

He had been pushing his tired body all the way to the door of the house, and then fainted.

All of this tonight is like a beautiful dream, but those lost lives add blood to this dream, making it extremely real.

He opened his eyes again, it was dawn.

When he found out that it was his familiar home, he couldn't help but feel relieved. He sat up, his body still hurt, but it was better than before.

Seeing that the gold coins placed beside him were much less, he immediately became vigilant. Hearing the sound of footsteps, it was his father who came.

"Yo, you finally woke up? Good boy, you pretended to be dizzy when you came back, avoided the apology from Yuan De's house, and made me ashamed, but since you brought so much money, I will forgive you Once." Andesa's father looked at Andesa and said it in a vicious manner, but then his expression became beaming when he talked about money.

When Andesa heard this, he immediately got up and asked his father, "What did you do with the money?"

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