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Momo on the bar looked at the boy in front of him and couldn't help but pursed her lips and smiled, a handsome guy, he looks so eye-catching.

But why do you always keep your head down, it's a pity that your eyes are blocked.But the little handsome guy didn't seem very happy, he still refused to let go of the cup, and the little silver fork was left untouched by the side of the fruit plate.

Melancholic little prince.Momo stood straight with a smile on her face, with pink bubbles in her heart.

One second she was considering whether to post a post on Weibo after get off work to express today's harvest, and the next second she saw that handsome young man with a pale face and almost cried out——

With a "pop", the little handsome guy crushed the cup in his hand!

The little handsome guy unconsciously raised his head, his eyes were dark and bottomless, he looked at her in a daze, then turned his head to look at the glass shards mixed with blood and juice in his hand.

The yellow drink spilled over half of the table and dripped down, with blood stains on it.The waiter hurried over to deal with it, the handsome boy seemed to have not recovered, he got up and moved away in a daze, his left hand was dripping with glass shards and blood drops, and he took the fruit plate with his right hand and changed another table.

The frightened Momo finally came to her senses, curled her lips, the little handsome guy turned out to be a stunned young man, wouldn't it hurt to crush the cup?Which brother or sister didn't give face, let such a kid lose his soul and look like he was broken in love.

The lovelorn handsome guy raised his right hand and asked for a glass of ice.Momo persuaded him to go to the infirmary to have a look, the little handsome guy shook his head, bowed his head and walked out with a glass of ice cubes.

Momo looked at the back of the little handsome guy, bit her lip and shook her head, hey, nine out of ten handsome guys are base, and one is [-]B.

2B youths are very happy, but the handsome guy is not happy at all, so boring as hell.

After repeatedly washing his hands, the blood still couldn't be stopped, Zian pursed his lips and looked down at the blood oozing out again, cutting the palm prints into pieces.He poured out a handful of ice cubes and held them in the palm of his hand, looking at the small blue blood vessels on his fingers and sighing.What if he sees it?If we can hide it now, what if we scab and leave scars in the future?

He didn't force him to lick, but he rushed to please and pray with actions.

Voluntary, so it deserves it.

The ice cube in his hand was crushed finely, the wound was numb by the ice cube, and the bleeding stopped.The opened skin is white with light powder.He moved his left hand and pulled it away, and he couldn't see it unless he looked carefully.Can wait a day is a day, when he found out when to say.

Zian stared at the front, pointed at the eyes of the person in the mirror, and thought of something else.

He should think of something else.

Throwing your arms away, it's better not to think about anything.

After returning, he looked at the astonished eyes of the girl at the bar and ordered another drink. When he returned to his seat, he couldn't help but think of the pair of magical brothers in the room.

It's really strange that Mu Chuan has a younger brother, and the younger brother is still the sixth child.He always thought that Mu Chuan jumped out of a crack in the rock, without father, mother, brother or sister.I didn't expect to have a cousin, and the relationship is quite close.Driving him out is obviously the rhythm of closing the door to train younger brothers.

That's great, he has a bit of a brother's demeanor.

Where is he like him, naive, late blooming, naive, ridiculous.As the eldest son and elder brother in the family, he has never taken responsibility.When I was young, I was frivolous and ignorant, and mistakenly mistook debauchery for maturity.With hot dyed hair, colorful clothes, tight jeans, chains and metal rings all over the body, playing in all kinds of bad places, fighting, brawling, disco dancing, drag racing, drinking, and picking up girls.Several kinds of drugs were mixed together, and after taking Viagra, seven times a night, bombarded Lotus City, enjoying the pleasure of explosive increase.I exhausted my young body, and in the end I couldn't use my strength to punch with dark circles under my eyes.Chaos and chaos every day, no goals and no pursuits, wasting life and wasting years, I don't know anything.

He was stabbed twice in a fight and entered the police station. My father paid the victim's family to find a relationship with the higher-ups and fished him out of the police station.He was lying on the hospital bed with his injured arm hanging, ignoring his father standing beside him.

Rebellion and unfilial piety have become the norm, contradicting words and being afraid of being discovered by the sensitive hearing of the younger sister at home, silently and stubbornly fighting with the father in the grove.His father was very helpless to this son, he couldn't beat him, the boy was as tall as a jerk and he learned this.I can't scold you, I don't take you seriously at all, my eyes are fixed on you, my lips are tightly pursed and I don't speak.

He thought that Zian should find a stepmother when he was very young - because he was afraid of disappointing his beloved wife and the two children left behind, he always insisted on celibacy.If there was a legendary stepmother, wouldn't Zi'an be able to read people's eyes a little bit, understand how difficult it is for his father to work outside and consider family affairs inside, and would work hard to grow up and stand alone, instead of being a lawless fool and being a jerk!

In the ward, there was silence.

After a while, his father spoke, his voice was old and aged, not like someone in his 40s.

"Zian. Now my eyes are starting to blur again."

He turned his head to one side, casually: "Oh."

"Xiaoran is very worried about you at home. You are still an older brother."

He was stunned, silent, and then whispered: "I'm sorry."

After returning home, the younger sister opened a pair of lifeless eyes and asked cautiously: "Brother, where have you been?"

He wanted to love her, pet her, love her and protect her, but it made her worry over and over again.Touch my sister's clean face with a hand that smells of makeup.Although he regrets and blames himself, restrains, restrains, and promises to his sister, he still can't help going out to play with her behind his back occasionally.

Why did he shamelessly think that he could protect his sister for the rest of his life?

In the 86 version of Dream of Red Mansions, Jia Baoyu's face is like a peach blossom, and she is promiscuous with men and women inside and outside Jia's mansion. She is physically ambiguous but unwilling to take the slightest responsibility.He was quite contemptuous of this sissy.But Jia Baoyu has a good saying that daughters are made of water, and men are made of mud.

This is indeed true.He, Ruan Zian, was torn to pieces by others, trampled to pieces, squished, and trampled enough, he mixed the mud with water, kneaded it and dried it again, and he was a clay figurine again.Fighting, tossing, and disasters are terribly harmful, and after a while, he is a hero who can't be killed.

But his sister was different.A girl's missteps and wrong steps are an abyss.It is weak like a puddle of water. If it is spoiled by others, it will only become stinky and rotten. In the end, it will turn from clean and clear to a stinky ditch.

A biological sister, a biological sister with the same father and mother, the same flesh and blood, and even a biological sister who shares the same bed and sleeps together.In this way, there is no news about his life or death.

It's fine if she dies, let's die with her.If she didn't die, she might as well die, and everyone would die together.

Thinking of this, Zi'an secretly scolded himself.

Incompetent, shameless, not human.Because life is too cruel, I want to drag my sister to escape together.The son of a man becomes a whore and makes others go whoring, but the elder brother cannot bear the responsibility.Weak, cowardly, muddle-headed, being manipulated by others, they can only live on in fear!

Dirty and humble, forbearance and shrinking, the dog is muddled.

Standing and being beaten, so you have to kneel to beg for life.

He is sick of himself!

The only person left in my life, but there is nothing I can do about her.Fuck - what the hell is he!

Zian poked the fork into the porcelain plate and creaked, and buried his face in his hands.

My sister's current situation, I dare not think about it, can't think about it, and don't want to think about it.

You can't protect others, you can't protect yourself.It's enough to let others butcher the fish.

After laying down for a while and getting up again, I felt that this was really bad, and Mu Chuan should not be happy if he saw his dead parents.The most important thing is to live in the present moment, the sad spring and autumn like a son and brother are not suitable for him now, the most important thing is to face Mu Chuan next.

Mu Chuan was not happy, and killing him every minute was not a problem.

You see, how successful Mu Chuan is.Squeezed into his living world.Mu Chuan, sister.Sister, Mu Chuan.The moment is about to drive his two people crazy.

One yearns day and night but can't meet each other, and the other avoids it but has to force himself to face it.

God really knows how to joke, he uses a small cowhide whip to teach the world, and he laughs himself when he sees the distress of the foolish people.

Zi'an, who has been trained by the big s of God, has a fierce heart, and heaven and man are at war.He was ups and downs on the table, in a trance, thinking more and more, the more he thought, the more painful he was, and the more painful he was, he couldn't help being mad and unable to restrain himself.Someone touched his shoulder, feeling agitated and angry. Zian, who was lying on the table, jumped away suddenly, looked at him coldly, and pointed his bright and sharp silver fork at the person coming.

It's Mu Chuan.

The black pupil was burning, and hatred was surging.

Murderous intent is overflowing, and murderous intentions are everywhere.

Mu Chuan smiled, Zian's appearance is really attractive.

Like a dying little wolf cub in a predicament, he hates awe-inspiringly in a dangerous situation, gnashing his teeth and ready to eat people at all times.Such vivid and fierce eyes, he wanted to goug them out and eat them.With such a tight body, he wanted to cut off the outer skin inch by inch, peel off and bite the tender meat dripping with blood inside.

He tamed horses and survived eagles.Always ready to be trampled, eaten, and blinded by such a ferocious animal.He doesn't enjoy the obedience and loyalty after successful domestication, what he loves is the exciting and intense process.

Pain, struggle, roar, howl.

Retreat, forbear, tremble, submit.

It is he who gives him pain, makes him endure, orders him to sink, and allows him to float.

Take full control of him, and watch his body and soul run counter to each other, making ugly appearances on the stage at the mercy of others, showing his true colors.

There is no light around, watching you tumbling.There is no way in the future, forcing you to move forward!

Every move is as if he was back then.

Mu Chuan stroked Zian's hair, lightly grasping it and then loosening it, he closed his eyes to suppress the frenzied excitement in his chest.Holding a fire stick in hand, beware of burning others and yourself.Too extreme is not suitable for yourself, the golden mean is the most suitable for entertaining the body and mind.

"Master." Zian quietly put away the fork in his hand, and lowered his head.

"Hmm. Does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

"Then let's go."

"Ah."

Mu Chuan took Zian's hand, bent down, pressed his cheek against his, stood up and pulled him up slowly, like a close lover.Zian cooperated and even took the initiative to turn the connected hands together, crossing his fingers and interlocking them.The tips of each other's noses are facing the ears, feeling the slight breath and the itching of gas friction.

The warmth under the mask, each other has their own thoughts and hides each other.

After the silence, it will inevitably return to its original state. Those who should be given are still not soft-hearted, and those who have hatred are still full of hatred.The tender veil is not suitable to exist between them, and it will be torn apart after a while.Those who kneel will not stand up, and those who stand up will not bow their heads, and everything will return to the original state.