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After the bath, the boy, He Zijing, dried the water droplets on his body, and then helped He Zijing put on the clothes prepared by the major. He had seen this kind of clothes worn by the so-called gentlemen nowadays. The suit and tie were incompatible with He Zijing's long hair.

The boy carefully shaved He Zijing's short hair off his forehead. He Zijing looked at himself in the mirror and smiled a little, stroking the side of his face with his slender fingers or fiddling with his hair.

"Second young master, I will help you braid later."

"it is good."

He Zijing sat quietly, not knowing why the boy felt a bitter taste in his heart, he dried He Zijing's hair with a dry cloth and then combed it slowly.

He Zijing suddenly grabbed his hand and let his hair loosen, He Zijing pushed his chair away emotionally and stood up, pinching the boy's shoulder.

"Go back, don't stay here, it's more dangerous if you take care of me, maybe they will find out that you were the one who set the fire half a year ago."

"Second Young Master, I won't leave..."

"You go, the more I think about it, the more something is wrong. The major doesn't know what to do to me. Maybe I'm hopeless before Dad rescues me. The more I think about it, the more I don't understand it, so don't mess with me. What's the matter, you go quickly."

He Zijing used his wrist to ooze blood, and the smell of blood immediately spread throughout the space.

"Second young master, let go, you are bleeding."

"You go back, and I will let go when you go back."

The boy didn't dare to move for fear that He Zijing's hand would be broken, blood would seep out and stain his skin, the boy couldn't bear it and could only reluctantly agree and nodded.

"Second Young Master asked me to help you take care of the wound before going to the butler."

"My hands are not in the way, you go, I don't want you to see me in despair."

The boy watched He Zijing retreat, he didn't want to leave, he was afraid that he would never see the second young master again, so he ran back thinking this way.

He Zijing grabbed a stick and yelled at the boy, "Go away, do you want me to beat you before you go?"

As soon as He Zijing raised his hand, his whole arm dropped again. The boy was either going forward or back, and He Zijing held the stick tightly again when he saw that he was not going away.

"I'll go, Second Young Master, take care of yourself, Second Young Master, don't do anything stupid, I'll wait for you at home."

The boy backed out and ran into the major walking this way on the road. The major asked him if the matter was settled, and the boy nodded.

"Good work deserves a reward."

"Thank you, Major."

The major strode towards He Zijing's room, but the boy didn't dare to go back, so he went to the housekeeper with the major's reward.

"I have long heard that the second young master of the He family went down to the mortal world with the immortals to eat all women and children. It is also very tasteful to change into formal clothes today. I wonder if you are interested in dancing with me?"

"I'm sorry that Zijing's hands and feet are weak and it's inconvenient to dance."

"Well, it's all because I misunderstood that you had an affair with the arsonist. In this case, I brought good things here today."

The major handed him the long cigarette, and seeing that He Zijing refused to answer, he grabbed his head and stuffed the cigarette into his mouth.

"Is this opium?"

"Don't you like this kind of thing very much? I also specially prepared good opium for you, and you will feel like you are in the air after taking a sip. Aren't you powerless? Isn't it painful? You will soon forget it."

"No, I won't, I won't smoke opium."

He Zijing shook his head and tried to shake the pipe out of his mouth, but the major was not so merciful. The major poked the pipe inward, and the smell of his own blood mixed with opium filled his mouth instantly. The major saw that he was still struggling. When he stabbed in, He Zijing retched from being stabbed.

"You have an old saying that those who know the current affairs are the best. Have you read all the poems and books?"

"Cough cough..."

"Next, I will teach you to do more pleasant things."

He Zijing's clothes were roughly torn by the major. He Zijing wanted to hide but was restrained abruptly. How could he resist, a soldier and a scholar?The legs were separated, the hands were clamped on top of the head by the major, the filthy organ rubbed against his body, and then it was like a hard dagger pierced at the base of his legs, he struggled to hide and was slapped several times by the major, his legs were split It opened even further, and the waist suddenly seemed to be bent and split in half by a sword.

"Go away... ah... go away... save me, save..."

His own depression mingled with the beast's voice, and the major galloped and twitched with increasing excitement.

He Zijing turned his head to the side and bit his tongue. He couldn't stand this kind of humiliation. The major slapped him and squeezed his cheekbones, and re-stuffed the cigarette stick into his mouth. A trace of blood slipped out from the corner of his mouth along with the crystal clear liquid. more painful.

"Your father wants to take you back! How can I explain to him when you are dead? You live well for me, and I want your father to know that you are happier than a god here."

"Pooh."

He Zijing spat on his face, and the major slapped him several times in anger.

"Pooh."

"You want to die?"

"You killed me!"

"I won't let you die."

Another slap slapped him on the face, and blood spurted out. His body was attacked by pain again, until he was paralyzed and fainted. However, the major continued with this behavior that was more disgusting than a beast. If they hadn't walked upright, they wouldn't have One would believe that he was a human—

For several days in succession, the major tortured him in various ways, giving him more opioids, forced sex with him, and even with other people. He wanted to die, but even life and death were blocked.

Finally the major succeeded, he became addicted to cigarettes, this kind of thing is really a disaster, the ridiculous thing is that he gave up the thought of dying after becoming addicted to cigarettes, he was looking for cigarettes every day, sometimes the major refused to give him deliberately, let him Begging, let him kneel under him and let him do some things that he clearly dislikes in his heart, but for the sake of opium, he accepts them all. He despises such a self, but it happens that such a self has a strong will to survive, as if physically and mentally. Not the same person is not the same soul.

The author has something to say:

_(??`」∠)__It’s really bad writing. What I think in my mind is different from what I wrote. When I wrote it myself, I cried while writing, but after I finished writing, I didn’t feel that way anymore.