four o'clock moonlight

"I'm really uncomfortable, you can play."

Andersa said goodbye to Kriti and left the tavern.

Andersa walked out of the alley and returned home quickly.

He returned to his room, but his heart could not be calm for a long time. Looking out of the window, he found that the moon appeared, but it was mixed with the dark clouds, giving people infinite room for reverie.

The next day, Andersa woke up groggy, and he planned to use those gold coins to make some changes for himself.

For example, go to the bathroom to take a bath.

Andersa washed his body shyly, and the eyes of the people around him kept looking at him, making him unable to lift his head, so he had to wash his body quickly, and then went to the next thing.

For example, learn to make up.

He bought some cosmetics and felt them on his face, which the boss told him. Although the technique was rough, it still had a certain look.

While melting, Andersa lost his mind. Is the person in the mirror really him?Is he really still the humble and ordinary man he used to be?

Gradually, after such a long time, Andersa became a little numb, and he didn't even think it was so strange. On the contrary, it was like the necessities of life. When he had no money, he went to the tavern to drink a few glasses of wine with some people, and he had new living expenses. , enough for him to hang around for a few more days.

Although there was no shortage of people who wanted to get in touch with him more deeply and offered a lot of money, Andersa still refused. He was also lucky not to meet those who forcibly made things difficult for him, so it was nothing.

Once he agrees, he will probably really sink down, he will forget why he was like this in the first place, he will forget his original intention, and then he will never be able to find himself again.

He would also flip through that book in the middle of the night, but he didn't seem to have much interest in reading it, because the subsequent plot of that book was nothing more than some gossip, and he couldn't even meet him face to face, so why did it happen?

One day half a year later, Kriti and Andersa made an appointment to go out for a smoke together.

Andersa came to the corner and waited for Kriti.

The weather seemed to be getting colder, and a gust of wind made Andesa shiver.

Hearing footsteps, Andersa looked back and said with a smile,

"Why did you come?"

Kriti was a little stunned after seeing his face with this expression.

"Stupid?" Andersa waved his hand in front of Kriti.

"No, it's just how you have become like this recently..." Kriti looked at him with some doubts.

"I think it's exciting, doesn't it?" Andersa looked relaxed, as if he didn't feel burdened by it.

Andersa has never smoked, but after smoking a cigar that night, he tasted the fluttering feeling, and he couldn't help himself.

It happened that Kriti also smoked, so they could be together.

After buying cigarettes, Kriti and Andersa lit a match and lit the cigarettes. Of course, the cigarettes they bought were not cigars or expensive cigarettes, but very common ones, and even some crude ones.

It's nothing more than a smoking craving, who cares?

Andesa puffed out smoke, his eyes blurred.

I can't see the moon again tonight. It seems that it is really going to rain recently.

"What are your plans recently?" Andersa said as he looked at the rising smoke until it dissipated.

"What other plans do you have? One day is one day, after all, it is bestowed by the Lord." Kriti replied easily.

"Speaking of the Lord, it seems that the "revolutionaries" have not moved much recently, since the shooting." Andersa said.

"It must be the Lord who punished them. Those "revolutionaries" will only go against the Lord, and then use violent revolution to seize our small places. I don't want to leave the Lord, Amen." Kriti felt a little uncomfortable.

"But it seems that the "revolutionaries" only came to shoot last time because of Glenwell's subtle actions, otherwise they wouldn't have made such a big move." Andersa continued to smoke. Things are not very religious, but not completely vetoed, so he is neither a believer nor a so-called "revolutionary" faction, but a person in the middle.

"Small places like Grenville still have meticulous work? They think highly of this place too." Kriti said in a mocking tone.

The two kept chatting until late at night, until they went back to their respective homes.

Andersa went home all the way and found that it was a little quiet tonight, the quiet was scary, and there was no popularity at all.

When he got home, Andersa heard a rush of footsteps, and wanted to open the door quickly, but someone grabbed his hand.

Andersa was arrested as a "revolutionary" spy.

So for several days after this happened, Andersa didn't recover. He couldn't believe that the person he was talking about with Kriti not long ago would be himself.

I vaguely heard those who looked at him say that they found the time and place of the "revolutionary" shooting in his home, as well as words such as codes.

He is only being held now because the book has not been confirmed to be his and is still under investigation.

In the subsequent trial and questioning, he passed in a daze, and the final result was that he was brought to the Lord for trial, and the Lord would naturally treat him fairly.

The longer and longer, longer and longer invisible tortures, Andersa gradually couldn't take it anymore, and then he degenerated a little bit, he didn't even have the vitality to live, probably because he didn't see the musician again, so he died all at once .

It was already evening when Andersa was escorted to the church, where he would be greeted by a believer who was loved by the Lord to condemn him.

"Go in! Kneel down! You are not allowed to come out and run around!" The guards brought him to the Lord, made him kneel, and then left.

Andersa has been kneeling all the time, and hasn't had a good meal these days. She has lost a lot of weight and is haggard.

This lasted until midnight, and Andersa was numb from his knees, and finally saw another pair of shoes come into his sight.

He didn't look up, maybe he didn't have the strength.

The man watched him without speaking. For a long time, he covered him with a black belt from behind.

He was pulled up and looked up by that person.

He thought that what was waiting for him was a conviction, but it didn't seem to be the case. The man seemed to be looking at him all the time, and sometimes he could feel his breath on his neck, which was a little itchy, which made people have some bad intentions.

Then, the man unbuttoned his clothes with light hands, and kissed almost violently.

This time Andersa didn't refuse, but just endured it numbly, perhaps because his body and mind were degenerate, even so, so what?

Then kill me gently, close my eyes with your hands, anyway, I can't resist at all, and I can't escape anymore.

The dark clouds outside the window pressed down, and the dull thunder sounded from afar, followed by a violent storm and loud thunder.

Nearing four o'clock, Andersa woke up leisurely, and found that the believer had disappeared. He endured the pain in his body and wanted to put on his clothes again, but he moved his whole body as if he had been pricked by a needle.

"You made me enjoy last night."

I don't know when the person in front of me came, but Andersa stopped.

This voice...is that musician's...

Andersa reacted and raised his head suddenly. It was that familiar face again, and his eyes were a little moist.

There are two people in the church, one is naked and kneeling on the ground, the other is standing in the most decent clothes.

The two of them looked at each other, as if they had returned to that night a long time ago, and the passage of time seemed to have stopped at this moment.

"You will be my lover from now on, my name is Bora, until... I get tired of playing." Abra smiled beautifully.

Andersa still didn't have any real feeling, so he could only reply quickly, "Hmm..."

"Birla...?" Andersa shouted in disbelief.

"Huh?" Abra tilted his head and looked at him.

Andersa lowered her head to avoid Abra's gaze, and shed tears silently.

"When you go out later, don't say anything. If you hear me, you know and remember that you have accepted God's judgment and are innocent." Abra told him.

Andersa nodded.

"Put on your clothes, and I'll contact you after you go out." Abela left after finishing speaking.

"What about that book?"

"Call whoever you want, just remember to execute him." Abra replied coldly in the dark.

After putting on his clothes, Andesa knelt until the early morning, when he was carried out by two guards, his walking was a little unsteady.

The onlookers talked about him,

"He's innocent? My God."

"You don't know. Just today, the owner of that book was found out and executed."

"But he has also been punished by the Lord, and his way out is not stable. He dares to keep that kind of book at home."

"Yes, the Lord's will cannot be violated, and those "revolutionaries" must die!"

Andersa was sent home, fainting again.

When he woke up, the first thing he saw was his father's cold expression.

"You unfilial son! It's fine to spend all day outside on weekdays, but now you are looking for books to read, almost being regarded as secret work!"

"I said that books are not a good thing. If you let me find out next time, you will not be allowed to go out!" The father left with a few words.

Andersa didn't care about it, but thought about Bora's words.

Did he really... meet him again, even though in such a somewhat embarrassing status, it seemed a little beautiful and unreal.

A few days later, Abra did not miss the appointment and contacted Andersa.

After agreeing on some requirements, they are considered to have reached an agreement.

Andersa has been Abra's lover ever since.

Although on the surface it seems that the two people will never have any contact in their lifetime, but this intricate relationship makes them embrace each other tightly at night.

For a long time, Andersa's obedience and obedience won Abra's favor, which lasted for more than three years.

But Andersa seems to want more greedily. He wants Abra to like him and love him. He sometimes asks Abra if he thinks him well, or if they are a little closer to him. Whether he likes his words, Abra's repeated answers to these questions are different.

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