stupid dirty romance

Xia Jun and Yin Yu are dying, everyone is dying, they are rotting bit by bit, while others are living in the sun, they have slowly crawled through the sewers of the whole city and visited there All rats and carrion.

Xia Jun felt that Yin Yu was not crazy, but that he was.

Now, as long as Yin Yu puts on that pitiful and sad appearance, he can only bear it, and he must endure more. You must move forward with a blank face, smashing your conscience bit by bit.

Yin Yu took him to many places, and the businesses that belonged to him in Cambodia were enough to make Xia Jun feel overwhelmed. He couldn't even imagine how many things he couldn't imagine in other places.

Intellectually, he should have been inspired by such "trust", which means that he has more options for multiple-choice questions, and he can be both a hero and a lover.

Xia Jun longed for the title of lover when he was young. He was obsessed with Yin Yu's indulgence to him. Although Yin Yu tortured his soul all the time at the same time, he liked Yin Yu's willingness to bear it. He knew that Yin Yu was strong enough to resist his destruction, and that was enough.

But now, he couldn't take it any longer. This time the perpetrator was Yin Yu himself. Xia Jun found that the rope and whip in his hand were gone, and he became a prisoner instead.

Not being able to control it made him feel irritable.So after half a month in Cambodia, he finally asked to go back.

"Back to China, or the Golden Triangle?" Yin Yu lay beside him and asked him with a smile.

"Golden Triangle." Xia Jun covered his eyes with his hands, his headache was splitting, and those images flashed repeatedly in his mind.

"It's really courageous." Yin Yu expressed his appreciation for Xia Jun, but he knew that this would be a further step in Xia Jun's "understanding" of him. He took the initiative to show the cards in his hand to others. Handing over more initiative, he was sure that he knew what he was doing, and still believed that everything was under control, even if Xia Jun had already had his own plan.

perhaps……

If he didn't show Xia Jun so many dark sides, Xia Jun would have fewer choices, and would he be able to fall to his side earlier.

Yin Yu has always tried his best to get what he wants, but only emotionally, he has repeatedly failed. Without Xiao Wenjin, he became negative, and even Fang Zechi avoided it. Now it is Xia Jun. , obviously he was not sure whether Xia Jun could persevere, but he willfully played the most unsafe move.

He is not a gambler. Although he is keen on taking risks, he has the blood of conservativeness and struggle in his body. They are entangled with him now. Yin Yu has also thought about what kind of blow he will receive if he is really betrayed by Xia Jun , but he prefers to believe that he can control all Xia Jun's actions. Even if Xia Jun wants to become a hero in the end, he will drag out a giant snake to be killed by Xia Jun.

Both of them are shameless enough and blindly confident enough in this matter.

All the memories that Cambodia brings to Xia Jun are painful. He wants to escape as soon as possible. Yin Yu took him through so many dangerous places that he was terrified that he was integrated into it.Whether it was the children begging, or the boy who grabbed his clothes and begged him for a meal and sacrificed his body, he just felt more and more disgusted with himself. In such an abominable position.

Yin Yu invited him to another night tour one night, speeding gangs rampaged through the streets, a woman chased desperately but couldn't get her bag back, men hid in dark corners and waited for opportunities, children were trained as pickpockets Xia Jun never dared to look more into the empty eyes of child prostitutes.

The dilapidated houses and the shadows of the trees swaying in the wind are all terrifying. Because of poverty, you can use the poverty here to make a fortune. It is contradictory to say, but it is always easy to do. Whether it is people or the environment, you can use it wantonly .

After Yin Yu told him too many things about himself, he found that he couldn't bear it. It was too unbearable. Even though he was stepping on the road of the world, he felt that he had already reached hell.

They watched the performance in a box in a clubhouse, and Yin Yu told him that this was his favorite show in the past.Man and snake, man and woman, and the woman has a fake eye, a fake leg, and a real penis.

"I like these guys very much. They wear heavy makeup and fake masks. They smile and laugh non-stop. No matter how painful they are, they will smile brightly and beautifully." Yin Yan exhaled smoke, looking up at the neon lights in the distance, Those limbs in the dark box were ambiguously entangled, but he could sit there cleanly, watching calmly, watching a lewd show as if he were watching an opera.

The prostitutes with black teeth came on stage. They performed a repertoire that seemed familiar. Teenagers and girls were stripped and thrown on the stage. They represented dozens of child prostitutes and perpetrators on this street.

Xia Jun looked at the hands reaching out to the children, and he wanted to stop him, but Yin Yu held him back.

"It's just a show," Yin said.

Xia Jun didn't watch any more, he held back the urge to vomit and stared at Yin Yu, he couldn't figure out why he liked to watch these, and even specially asked these people to "perform" for him - he found that Yin Yu He looked at it very seriously, almost to the point of obsession, his breathing became rapid with every scream of those children, he covered his heart with his hands, and when his heart hurt, he frowned, this is His morbid behavior.

Xia Jun is still not sure whether Yin Yu has a heart attack until now, even if this person always does some exciting things.

"I'm sad, but I love to see them suffer." Yin Yu suddenly said, "I've been sick for too long, and every time I see young children, I want to see them being defiled, not by my hands." , but from my eyes, I sit in the safest and most comfortable position to watch them suffer, and I feel very happy."

He spoke slowly, with no expression on his face, smiled slightly, and lit another cigarette.

The smoke finally covered the disgusting picture, Xia Jun could only see the smoke from Yin Yu's breath, he knew that Yin Yu was an extremely contradictory person, he threw darts while he was dizzy, and did things while awake Daydreaming, he clearly knows that what he has done is shameful and will be cast aside by others, but he does not allow it to be commented on.

They sat there quietly smoking, watched one after another absurd freak show, Yin Yu never showed a weird smile like other spectators, he was not sad, not frightened, just let all history repeat itself numbly , But at this moment, what he got was relief. He wrapped his heart full of thorns, just to whip out a devil.

Of course, whether it's a god or a demon, it's useless to ask anyone at a critical moment.

Back in the villa in Phnom Penh, Xia Jun watched Yin Yu take off his clothes and knelt in front of him. He held his hand and touched his back. Xia Jun bent down and touched it, along the uneven The scar touched Yin Yu's waist and pinched him.

"Is there anything else you didn't tell me?" He was already a little numb, and at this time, Yin Yu would only raise his eyebrows if he said anything surprising.

"I'm a slave to fate," Yin Yu lowered his head to let Xia Jun caress his body, and said, "That bitch won't let me go."

I am my own master, I am a slave to time, I am a killer, I am a shameless bastard, I am absurd, I have blood on my hands.

I am my own slave, I am the master of money and power, I am a sick man, I am a villain, I am poetic, I am full of knowledge.

That night Xia Jun whipped Yin Yu with a horsewhip. He tortured him in an almost cruel way. When he entered him, he found that Yin Jia's pupils were out of focus, and strange syllables came out of his throat. But never begging for mercy, Xia Jun felt that Yin Yu was stuck in a certain memory from the past and couldn't get out.

Sometimes, Xia Jun wants to take him to recuperate. Maybe he should encourage Yin Yu to buy a small island. After they really become lovers, he will force him to live on that island. They can be together every day. Look at each other until they turn into stone statues.

"Let me give you a mark... let me give you my name..." Xia Jun said when he shot in Yin Yu's body.

The answer he got was—"Yes."

This is not an answer for him - who is it for Yin Yu?

He didn't ask in the end.

On the second day after leaving Cambodia, Xia Jun had a nightmare all night in the guest room of Yin Yu’s house. After waking up, he ran out and saw Yin Yu walking on the cobblestone road. He was wearing white linen trousers and a white shirt. His hair is a little longer than when he was in S City, but it is not as long as before. The sun is shining brightly, which makes him a lot gentler. There are no monsters and monsters in this place, and there are no hands stained black with blood. With his hair tied back, he walked slowly step by step with his back to Xia Jun.

The Burmese woman named Miao was sitting on a stone bench beside her, smiling and talking to him. She was wearing a pink skirt, and the flowers decorated on the side of her bun were delicate and beautiful. They planted wisteria in the yard, covering the entire porch , Kuang was chasing and playing with Nila there, everything finally calmed down, at least at this moment.

Xia Jun looked at it for a while, then turned and went back to the guest room.