Ichimori Peace

It's not over either. □□Continued, tears washed his face, leaving mottled blood.If this is the case, everything is fine, and he has not yet reached a desperate situation, but at the moment of the morning and evening bells, he is facing a heavy blow again.Those dirty and vicious people beat him, played with him, and laughed at him.His world is completely broken and flawed.He was crying, he was crying, but he couldn't help him, let alone keep him.

Song Sen'an, save me.

Song Sen'an, help me.

The other party was calling him, begging him for help, but he could only see the tragedy happening in front of him time and time again, grieve for the other party, and pity the other party.

The opponent's thin hand grabbed his ankle, he looked down, and saw the opponent staring at him, his eyes were bleeding red, revealing a strange light.

He climbed up along his clothes, and looked at him, two identical faces put together, like the front and back of a mirror.

He grinned abnormally, and said, help me kill them, help me kill those people.

Who to kill?

Who do you want me to kill?

kill those who have insulted me—

He opened his eyes suddenly, only to see the darkness, and only when he heard the breathing of the person beside him did he realize that the dream was over.

After a moment of silence, he got out of bed, went to the window, opened the curtain, and the sun shone through him and entered the room.It turned out that the morning had arrived early, and the dream he had was too long.

Chapter 60

When Xia Xing woke up, Song Sen'an had already washed up and was sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper.He whispered good morning to Song Sen'an and went into the bathroom.

Standing in front of the mirror, Xia Xing stared at his face in a daze, this pale face made him feel ugly for the first time, if only he had more signs.He slapped it lightly with his hand, a little bit of blood came out, and he was a little normal like this.

He packed up and came out, but he didn't see Song Sen'an, only the lonely newspaper was left on the sofa.

He called Song Sen'an's name, but no one responded, which made him panic and scared.

Xia Ying put on her clothes and wanted to go out to find Song Sen'an, but Song Sen'an came back.

Xia Xing's heart went up and down, hugged Song Sen'an, and asked softly, "Where are you going?"

Song Sen'an smiled and said helplessly, "Check out."

Xia Xing looked at him with tears in his eyes, and slowly lowered his head.

Can't cry, can't cry.

Song Sen'an doesn't like him crying, so he must not cry.

He sniffed, but the tears still flowed down.

Why is he so sad?

Is it just because I haven't seen Song Sen'an before?

No, not for this reason, but...

he himself.

Song Sen'an frowned, pretending not to see the other party's distress, walked into the room, picked up the mobile phone beside him, packed his luggage early, and went out.Then when he saw that Xia Xing was still keeping his head down, he frowned.

He took Xia Xing's hand and was about to speak, but he felt cold liquid falling on the back of his hand, which made him startled.

He was silent, and then said, "Xia Xing, you..." Are you okay?

Before finishing speaking, Xia Xing raised her head and said with tears on her face, "I didn't cry... I really didn't cry... Please don't hate me, don't hate... me."

The other party's eyes were full of sadness. Seeing this, Song Sen'an's chest hurt slightly, but it also upset him.

He took out his handkerchief, wiped away the tears from the corners of Xia Xing's eyes, and said softly, "I won't hate you."

Xia Ying shook her head, stepped back, choked and said, "No...you will, last time you said you didn't want to see me cry..."

Song Senan frowned, pulled Xia Xing into his arms, and said softly, "I said that because my heart hurts seeing you cry."

Xia Ying was stunned, looked up at him, and asked in a low voice, "Really...really?"

Will you really feel sorry for him?

Will you really feel sorry for him?

Song Sen'an smiled lightly and nodded lightly, but only he knew how fake and true he was.

He kissed away the tears from Xia Xing's eyes, scratched the bridge of his nose, and said softly, "Now, let's go to the airport."

Xia Xing nodded, he thought he could finally go home.

Finally, I can stay away from this dangerous place.

It's just that he didn't know that the matter was far from over.

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As soon as he entered the airport, Song Sen'an's phone rang, but he didn't answer it, and was about to turn it off, but at the moment of turning off the phone, he stopped because of an unfamiliar text message.

Song Sen'an was silent, opened the text message, frowned, then deleted the text message and put away the phone.

Xia Xing was surprised, but he didn't explore or ask.

Song Sen'an glanced at the sign and said to Xia Xing, "It's time to board the plane."

"Ah."

He followed Song Sen'an's footsteps to the boarding gate, unintentionally looking into the distance, and saw a person, he was stunned for a moment, and when he took a closer look, the person was gone, as if the front was his illusion.

He rubbed his eyes, and all he could see were passers-by coming and going, and there was no sign of that person.

He must have misread it.

Maybe he was wrong.

How could that Naxin appear here?

Seeing Xia Xing in a daze, Song Sen'an asked, "What's wrong?"

He shook his head, took Song Sen'an's arm and walked in without thinking too much.

Chapter 61

Sunlight sneaks into the house through the window, illuminating one corner.Song Cheng slowly opened his eyes, adapting to the light.The sound of water in the bathroom washed away his memory, and the pain in his body reminded him of a fire last night, which almost swallowed him and his soul.

The depravity did not touch the pain in his heart, and even aggravated it, was it his illusion?He sat up, the pain in his waist made him frown.He lowered his head, looked at the skin with hickey marks on his body, and felt disgusted with himself for a moment.

Song Cheng, are you degrading yourself?

Sad, really sad.

In fact, he is more cowardly and timid than anyone else in his heart, thinking that he laughed at Xia Xing before and laughed at himself instead.

He raised his head and smiled sadly. The pain in his chest was abnormal, a pain he had never experienced before, which made him want to cry, really want to cry.

Life is such a long road, where will it come to an end? He can't bear it anymore.

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He turned off the water valve and left the bathroom with the towel.As soon as he opened the door, he happened to see the scene of Song Cheng shedding tears, which made his heart tremble.

If Mu Mu said it unintentionally last time, then at this time, he can be sure of that.

It was indeed like, no, it should be said that Song Cheng was exactly the same as that person when he was sad, even the emotion in the other person's eyes did not change, but Song Cheng was not that person, and that person was not Song Cheng.

just...

just...

How much he wished that that person would just sit there and mourn alone like Song Cheng, so that he could go to comfort him, hug him tightly, and give him all his care, but unfortunately that person is gone, and for this, hope will never become a reality.

He coughed lightly, put down the towel in his hand, and came to the bed.

When Song Cheng heard the sound, he wiped his eyes, wiped away the tears, and looked at Bai Qingjue.

Bai Qingjue looked at his red eyes and couldn't help feeling helpless, it felt like he had bullied the other party.

"Are you okay?" he asked, calm and smiling.

Song Cheng pursed his lips and said, "Teacher Bai, you don't have to be so hypocritical."

Bai Qingjue was taken aback for a moment, and frowned, "What do you mean by that?"

Song Cheng looked at him and smiled mockingly, "What do you think?"

He was silent, staring at Song Cheng, and didn't say a word for a long time, and Song Cheng didn't want to listen to him, and started to put on his clothes.Because he thought that the two of them had no intersection at all, it was just a one-night stand, and there would be no more contact. At most, he was a student and he was a teacher.

After getting dressed, Song Cheng glanced at Bai Qingjue, and then walked towards the door, but Bai Qingjue grabbed him, and the other's warm palm reminded him of the scene of having sex with him last night, it was too restrictive, too shocking .

Song Cheng, who didn't feel sick at first, suddenly had a stomach upset and wanted to vomit. After all, he had never had sex with a man except last night, and it was still such an unspeakable feeling.

He shook off Bai Qingjue's hand, turned sideways and wanted to leave again, but was stopped by the other party.He glared at him and called out, "What do you want?"

Bai Qingjue said, "Should I ask you this?"

Song Cheng was slightly stunned, then took out a stack of money from his bag, stuffed it in the hand, and said contemptuously, "Oh, you want money, right? Is this enough money? Can you let me go now?"

Bai Qingjue frowned, suppressed his anger and said, "Song Cheng, what do you think of me?"

Song Chengdao, "What else do you think you are?"

Bai Qingjue's eyes sank, and he suddenly felt ridiculous, yesterday he was definitely sick to sleep with Song Cheng, wasting his whole night on someone like him, and he still wants to care about him, it's really unnecessary.

No wonder that person hates the Song family, and it's not without reason.

He raised a faint smile, cold in his smile, threw Song Cheng's money on the ground, then picked up the clothes beside him, took out his wallet, and threw the money towards Song Cheng with one gesture.

He said, "It's me who should pay, after all, I fucked you last night."

I fuck you.

I fuck you.

The four words hit Song Cheng's heart heavily, and the money was scattered around him, like a piece of heavy stone.

He wanted to escape, but turned into a trapped beast.When he came back to his senses, Bai Qingjue had already left.He was the only one left in the room, revealing his coldness.

He was stunned, then took a step back, and fell to the ground, with tears falling silently, shattering into pieces.

Who pity whom last night?

Who was sentimental last night?

Song Cheng, have you figured it out?

Chapter 62

After getting off the plane, Xia Xing vomited and vomited, and his whole body was a little exhausted, but he didn't know whether it was because of his body or psychological factors, he always felt that his chest was congested, and he felt nauseous and retching.

Is this sick?

He frowned delicately, coughed lightly, slapped his face with cold water, and went out of the toilet.

At the door, Song Sen'an glanced at his phone, saw Xia Xing coming out, came over, and asked with concern, "Now