Ichimori Peace

A hazy look appeared in the eyes, exuding strangeness.

If I die, will I not have to worry about those things?

If I die.

If I die

He looked up at him, and suddenly smiled palely, "What are you talking about, so that you don't have to worry or feel uncomfortable?"

Bai Qingjue was taken aback, his brows were furrowed, and he vaguely saw that the person in front of him overlapped with that person.

He was silent, and suddenly said, "It's fine if you fall."

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The night is shrouded in loneliness, the darkness gradually engulfs the starry sky, and the lonely moonlight is dim, hiding a strong temptation.

The lights in the room were illuminated, and the eyes of the people standing on the balcony were full of madness.He leaned against the railing for a long time, then turned and entered the house.

He came to the bedside, looked at Xia Xing who was sleeping peacefully without warning, and frowned.

after tomorrow.

I and you will become parallel lines again.

He got up softly, opened the door, came to the end of the corridor, and lit a cigarette.

The smell of smoke can numb him and make him think less about troublesome things, but when he thinks about meeting that person when he goes back tomorrow, he can't calm down.

It's been seven years, and we haven't seen each other for seven years. Things are different.

He and him, and he and him again, will eventually confront the three of them again.

It's ridiculous.

It's ridiculous.

He raised his head, and the corner of his mouth twitched sarcastically, as if full of endless sadness, yet so uninhibited.

Song Sen'an, you already knew you had to face it, why are you pretending to be depressed now?

"Song Sen'an, why do you..."

Chapter 57

After Song Cheng spoke, the atmosphere between the two froze for a long time, and if there was no car horn, they would still remain motionless.

Bai Qingjue turned his head and smiled apologetically at the owner of the car behind him, and turned to leave, but was held back by Song Cheng again.

He frowned, moved his lips lightly, and before he could speak, he heard Song Cheng say, "Take me to fall."

Take me down.

If you fall into the bottomless abyss, you can forget your troubles.

He was stunned, a little surprised, and also felt strange, but since he and the other party were blocking the traffic now, he didn't ask anything, just said, "Get in the car."

The intersection is produced in this way, and the presence and absence are all ethereal.

Then one day, Bai Qingjue asked Song Cheng, why did he say this at the time, and Song Cheng replied, at that time, I thought that as a teacher, you would not dare to take me to do things that violated the teacher's example, but it turns out that I was wrong .

And it's also very wrong.

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Footsteps sounded in the corridor, Song Sen An Yuan frowned when he saw the person, but then smiled softly.

Xia Xing walked over to Song Sen'an with a huff.

He looked at him, trying to express something, but it was difficult to open his mouth to speak, so he just rested his head on Song Sen'an's shoulder.

Song Sen'an hugged Xia Xing, hugged her into his arms, and said, "After you return to Ranruoshi tomorrow, don't contact me again for now."

Xia Xing was startled, looked up at him, puzzled, "Why?"

Song Sen'an said, "Because an old friend will visit me in the next few days, it must be inconvenient for you to stay at my house."

Xia Ying remained silent, expressing the emotion in his heart.

It was a torment for him to leave Song Sen'an again, and still not see him for a few days.

He doesn't want to, he doesn't want to.

He looked at him and shook his head, the emotion in his eyes was extremely strong, even mixed with fear and pain.

Song Sen'an was helpless, and said softly, "It's only a few days, it's not like I won't see you anymore."

Xia Ying was silent, then nodded.

He shouldn't want to force his way into Song Sen'an's life, but he couldn't calm down his anticipation.He hoped that Song Sen'an could integrate him into it, but that was really a delusion, impossible to realize.

And who is that person?

Can make Song Sen'an care so much.

Chapter 58

In high school, Song Cheng's personality was much more eccentric than now, relying on his family's wealth and bullying others, but he never worried about the ups and downs in the future, because he lived a relaxed, carefree life and did not understand the cruelty of reality.

With his elder brother around, he has never been in contact with many people and affairs, so he doesn't know the sinister heart. In his naive perception, money can turn ghosts around, but he never thought that his elder brother helped him to go to college.

He used to believe that he was admitted to the university by his own strength, but he didn't want the truth to be like that. This didn't prove that he had never achieved anything by his own efforts.

What qualifications does he have to look down on those people, those he once despised.What he should look down on is himself, himself.

The sound of brakes suddenly awakened Song Cheng. He looked out the car window, to his house, to... his house?

He frowned, looked back at Bai Qingjue, and asked, "What are you sending me home for? And how do you know I live here?"

He never said a word, and the atmosphere in the car seemed extremely strange.

Seeing that he was silent, Song Cheng pursed his lips and didn't make another sound.

The two of them remained like this for nearly a minute, and finally Song Cheng couldn't stand the silence.

"Bai Qingjue, what do you mean?" He called out by name, pretending to be angry.

Bai Qingjue raised his eyebrows and said lightly, "Get out of the car."

He asked, "Why!"

"Because it's my car," he said.

Song Cheng was angry, "I won't leave! And you said you would take me there..."

to what?

What are you going to do?

Do I really want to fall?

No, no.

Bai Qingjue dragged Song Cheng over, showing an unknown smile, "You think so?"

Song Cheng felt his face's scorching hot breath, his face was hot, and he wanted to break free, but he couldn't break away from the other's tightly grasping hand.

He was nervous, but why was he nervous?He didn't do anything shameful.

He met Bai Qingjue's gaze and said, "Yes."

Bai Qing never frowned, let go of his hand, but said, "Are you sure you've thought it through?"

Song Cheng was slightly stunned, then nodded, this nod was hesitant, after all Song Cheng didn't know what Bai Qingjue meant, and he didn't know whether Bai Qingjue was a good person or a bad person.

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Don't have contact, and there will be no troubles in the future, but you can't avoid troubles, and you can only go head-on.

Bai Qingjue drove to Huanyu and pulled Songcheng in. The attendants saw them and did not stop them.

Going all the way to the room, Song Cheng has been fearless from the beginning to now, what is he afraid of?Isn't this what he wants?

There is no need to be afraid.

Can……

He is worried.

He is panicking.

Song Cheng looked at Bai Qingjue who was pulling on his tie, and asked calmly, "You said the way to bring me down is to have sex with you?"

Bai Qingjue was taken aback, as if he didn't hear his words clearly for a moment, stared at Song Cheng for a long time, and then said, "If you are afraid, you can leave now."

"Who's scared?" Song Cheng chuckled, his hands behind his back trembling slightly.

Without saying a word, Bai Qing glanced at him and went into the bathroom.

He gave Song Cheng another chance, a chance to escape from here.

In the silent room, there was the sound of running water, crisp and piercing.Song Cheng came to the window, looking at the feasting and feasting outside, his heart was empty, and it was difficult to have something to fill.

He heard his heart shouting, clamoring, and mourning.

But who is grieving?he?Or sad that self-righteous self?

Don't want to be sad, don't want pain, or put him through something more painful.

Anything is fine, anything is fine, as long as he doesn't think too much and doesn't feel sad.

He walked into the bathroom, frowning at the hot and humid air.At this time, Bai Qingjue was also frowning. He thought Song Cheng would leave, but unfortunately the other party didn't do what he thought.

So……

He will not worry about anything.

Song Cheng clenched his fists, walked in front of him, raised a smile, a hint of relief, "Let's start now."

Now, hurry up so that I don't feel sad.

Now, just hurry up and let me not be in pain.

Chapter 59

In the dark night, the sound of water from one side and the mixed gasps and groans were swallowed up together with confusion and entanglement.

This night was too deep, too long, and the time seemed to be resting. After a long, long time, I continued to walk.

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Nightmare is like a demon hidden in people's hearts, warning and tormenting people.He heard it calling him, calling, Song Sen'an.Yelling, Song Sen'an.The memory began to drift randomly, as if it belonged to him, but it didn't belong to him.

He didn't want to be immersed in a dream, but eventually fell into a dreamland. If he could see through the truth in the mist, he would know whether it was real or not.

Everything is implicated, forever and forever.This life, the past life and the past life are intertwined.No, there are dreams, false dreams, weaving real and illusory dreams.

And he was in the cold mist, the smell of tulips entered his mouth and nose, and the cold wind fell on him, dissipating the warmth of his body.

In the depths of the distance, someone called him, and he stepped into this place that was so familiar that he could no longer be familiar with, and that made him despair and hate him.This is the Song family.He is buried here.

At this time, someone pulled his luggage and passed by him, leaving a thin back.He was startled, and subconsciously called out, Song Sen'an.

Yes, Song Sen'an.

The other party turned his head back, his bright and clear eyes were full of confusion, and he couldn't help but hang a simple smile on his face, that charming face hadn't bloomed yet.

This person, it's him, it's Song Sen'an, 14-year-old Song Sen'an, and it's his first day at Song's house.

He looked at him, wanting to go up to hold him, stop him, and prevent him from stepping into that place, but it was just a dream, and it couldn't change everything.

The other party turned around, left, walked into Song's house, and walked into hell.

The light and darkness changed, and he fell into a deeper darkness. At the end of the light, cruelty descended.

The boy's face was pale, and he looked at the man lying on top of him pleadingly, and he shouted, "Father, you can't."

The other party sneered, gave him a heavy slap, ignored his struggle, tore his clothes, oppressed him to ask for it, and then left the gray color covering him, and him.

All despair, pain, swept him like a tide, but this was not the beginning,