[Comprehensive martial arts] The correct domestication method of the first killer

The sky is gradually turning white, but the sun rises slowly in winter, and the air is still stained with dark colors. Su Mu leans against Huamanlou and closes his eyes as if he has fallen asleep, his fingertips unconsciously clenched Huamanlou's clothes He gripped the corner so hard that his knuckles turned white.

Hua Manlou sighed softly, stretched out his hand and carefully brushed Su Muzhe's cheek, his fingertips felt a little wet, very...familiar.

With a slight trembling of his fingers, he vaguely recalled a few months ago, when it was midsummer, the cicadas were singing loudly, the room was smelling of very faint sandalwood, and the seriously injured young man fell unconscious on the bed, like a wounded animal. He curled up helplessly, and stretched out his hand stiffly to grab his sleeve, as if he had exhausted all his strength, so that he couldn't pull it out, and then he heard the young man whimpering softly with a crying voice.

"Flowers all over the building..." The voice was like a thread, precariously torn in the air.

"Huamanlou... I'm afraid..." The hand holding him was trembling, his voice was trembling, the young man curled up into a ball, the scorching heat of midsummer still seemed to be unbearably cold, every word was heavy with weight, Falling feebly in the air.

"Asu?" Hua Manlou was startled, and turned around to touch Su Muzhe's forehead. The temperature was scorching hot, and when his fingers touched the corners of his eyes, it became even hotter.

Drops of water flowed from the corners of his eyes to his fingertips. The young man held his hand as if holding a life-saving straw, carefully leaning against his arm, trembling like a collapse, his throat seemed to be choked, Opening his mouth, he could only spit out a silent whine over and over again.

The heavy shirt was wet with tears, and Su Muzhe was sobbing and huddled together, the usually cold and hard outer shell was shattered, revealing the soft inside that would hurt if poked.

Maybe it was at that moment that Hua Manlou felt his heart beat half a beat faster.

Everything in my memory was blurred, only the humming of cicadas remained, the room was full of sandalwood, and the man's tears dripped on my palm, the temperature was so hot that I was about to be scalded.

Su Muzhe has always been afraid. When he opened his eyes, everything became strange. He couldn't remember the past and couldn't touch the future. As for the past, there were only painful and cold memories, and he was alone like a ghost. He would doubt himself for countless nights. is still alive.

Forcing himself to re-understand the world, forcing himself to face all the changes, not because of how strong he is, nor because of how powerful he is, but because he wants to live.

How nice it would be to see the light he saw when he first opened his eyes again.

His only, simplest, wish to live.

Su Muzhe has never been addicted to killing, nor has he ever been addicted to wine. He has been chasing what he longs for all his life, and he can't extricate himself from it. In fact, it is just warmth.

It can make him feel the warmth in the deepest part of his heart.

Just once is enough, let him touch it once with his own hands, that kind of warmth is like a moth to a flame, even if it is completely burned by that kind of warmth, it is the supreme happiness.

Hua Manlou smiled and embraced Su Muzhe. The man beside him was much taller than him, but he looked slightly curled up like a pitiful puppy for no reason. Leave a light kiss on his forehead.

Su Muzhe hummed twice, and his tense body quietly relaxed.

Complete dependence, complete conviction, this feeling is very novel to Huamanlou. The youngest son in the family has a disability. Whether he is willing or not, everyone has always put him in a position that needs to be taken care of, intentionally or not. It was the first time that someone relied on him like this, as if he was the only pillar, and he would collapse in despair the second he left. Responsibility, until the last helpless discovery of their own fall.

After all, that person was so cautiously guarding the sidelines, giving all the clumsy and gentleness he could give.

And it was so uneasy, refusing the warmth at your fingertips.

"It's snowing, how about going back to your room to rest?" Hua Manlou asked in a low voice, he knew that Su Muzhe would not respond to him, but he just wanted to ask.

Su Muzhe moved. He smelled heavily of alcohol and lingering blood. Neither of the two smells Hua Manlou liked, but they were mixed together, sticking to Su Muzhe's body. On her body, she smelled very much like tea in the late spring, with a rotten aura of prosperity and decline in her beauty and madness.

The smell is so sad, once you smell it, you will never forget it in your life.

Sporadic snowflakes have indeed begun to fall in the sky, the sun has been gone for a long time, the sky is white, but it is mixed with a gray color, the lights in the villa are extinguished, and it is the most silent time in the whole day.

Hua Manlou carried Su Muzhe back to the room with half support and half hug, covered him with a quilt, and when he went out, he suddenly heard the man's hoarse voice.

"I was drunk today."

In that voice could still be heard the hoarse sobs and hoarseness after crying, and there was a bit of annoyance in the stiffness, Hua Manlou hummed, and replied: "The wine at the banquet was strong, I was also drunk."

There was silence in the room for a while, the sound of the bedding rubbing against each other was very obvious, the other side refused to speak, and Hua Manlou didn't force it, "I'm so drunk, take a good rest."

He knew that Su Mu's defenses were set too high, and when he was drunk, his head opened wide to reveal his weaknesses. When he woke up, he couldn't help regretting and panicking, so he was not in a hurry. One day I will be able to pry open the tightly closed clam shell.

Braver than anyone else, but also cowardly than anyone else, that's why he was gradually fascinated and unable to extricate himself.

Su Musha opened his eyes, his eyes were clear, and the confusion seemed to have never existed. He was drunk, but the faster he got drunk, the faster he woke up. When he woke up, he found that all the messy things he had poured out, and he was drunk again. At first I was at a loss and wanted to hide my misfortune, so I pretended to be drunk.

When you are drunk, you can't take anything you say or do to be true, and when you wake up, it's just a dream.

The corners of the eyes that were already dry, for some reason, began to water again.

"Really..." He covered his eyes, and there was a bit of gnashing of teeth in his tone, "Don't respond to me..."

……

Li Xun Huan didn't fall down for a long time before he regained his sanity from a dizziness, staggered towards his room with his head covered, and didn't care that Chu Liuxiang was kicked under the table by him.

He really didn't care about it. He drank almost ten altars of wine in one night, the best spirits, and the hangover made him have a splitting headache. His mind was so chaotic that he didn't know what he was thinking. It was about to stagger and almost fell to the ground.

At this moment, even a three-year-old child could easily kill him.

He did meet a child, Long Xiaoyun was sitting at the door of his room, his head was obviously extremely sleepy, and his little red robe was very conspicuous.Li Xunhuan was taken aback, "Xiaoyun?"

His sluggish head still couldn't figure out why Long Xiaoyun, who was supposed to be sleeping in the room at this time, appeared at the door of his room, sitting there with half-wet clothes for an unknown amount of time.

But the head did not react, the body has automatically rushed up to pick up the child, the room is very warm with a stove, took off the half-wet coat, stuffed the person into the thick quilt, and then reprimanded: " What are you doing? Do you want to be sick so much?!"

His tone was really severe, Long Xiaoyun lowered his head and shook, buried his head in his sleeve and didn't speak.

Li Xun Huan rubbed his forehead to control his temper, opened the door and asked the servants to make ginger tea, he suffered a terrible headache and sat at the table with the fire in his hands, drank three cups of cold tea without suppressing it.

He kept a cold face and did not speak, Long Xiaoyun also shrunk and pretended to be a quail, and the stalemate did not ease until the ginger tea was served, on the contrary, it became more rigid due to the prolonged silence.

"If you don't want to get sick, come over and drink it yourself." Li Xunhuan said coldly, flicking his sleeves and pushing open the door, the fire in his heart couldn't be suppressed, he better go out and blow some air to calm down.

Before they pushed the door halfway, Long Xiaoyun's sobs came from behind him.

Li Xun Huan was stunned, Long Xiaoyun had never cried in front of him, he had always been obedient and obedient, when he was sad, he just had a downcast face, and soon he was smiling and cute again.

It is only when a strong child cries that people feel distressed. At the very least, when Li Xunhuan heard Long Xiaoyun cry, the fire in Li Xunhuan's stomach was faster than cold water, and there were no sparks left in an instant. The slaps fell on his heart, and the pain was terrific, so he hurried back and hugged her tightly in his arms, coaxing him in a hurry.

"Uncle..." Long Xiaoyun sniffled, his upturned face was covered with tears, his eyes were red and swollen, he was clutching Li Xun Huan's lapel, tears were falling so that he couldn't speak clearly.

"I'm here, I'm here." Li Xun Huan's heart ached, he coaxed softly, wishing he could just cry for him.

When the child was coaxed, the tears fell even more, and they buried themselves in his arms with a bang, and the sobs could not be more pitiful.

"I was wrong... I won't do it again... Uncle, don't ignore me... I'm afraid... I'm afraid..."

When he was crying, Li Xunhuan wanted to cry but had no tears. When the child cried, he would lose his head. He used all kinds of good words and tricks, and he did not know how many conditions he promised to go out, but he didn't coax him. It took him a long time to stop. Long Xiaoyun was tired from crying and fell asleep.

At last it was quiet.Li Xun Huan heaved a sigh of relief, leaning against the head of the bed in this awkward position, wondering if he was being too harsh on Long Xiaoyun.

Fortunately, he didn't know, what Long Xiaoyun was thinking about before falling asleep was...

There is too much ginger on the sleeves, so next time you should use less.

Well, luckily he didn't know.

The author has something to say: Su Su is actually suffering in her heart hhhh he is the kind of person who can be nice to you but you must not be nice to me, give all the tenderness to Huahua and then feel very satisfied, but if Huahua As soon as he responded to him, he began to get scared, after all, the black history is too dark to do anything [Tan Shou wants to write this kind of self-disgust, only wanting to work hard, it looks frank, but the heart is actually full of scars, building a high wall to deny others from entering , and then slowly tamed to reveal the softness of the heart and heal the scars, so it is called taming [laughs, so although Susu cried, he still always attacked [emphasis]

That's all for today, there should be no update tomorrow, that's it, good night little angels 030