Vicious female supporting role, gender male

Yun Yan saw that the vicious dog's head lowered slowly, and finally, its black fur completely submerged heavily in the stagnant water.

He dodged the splashed blood in disgust, kicked the vicious dog several times until he was sure that the vicious dog had passed away, then dropped the tombstone in his hand, and said expressionlessly: "It's a waste of a pot of good wine!" .”

Before the words fell to the ground, he had already staggered away like crazy.

Today is the birthday of his old friend Ziheng. When he worshiped early in the morning, he placed the offerings, but Ziheng's relatives came and cursed him. She touched his calf, forcing him to fall to the ground, and then she even stepped on his back, crying and screaming.

He had studied Qihuang's technique hard, but he couldn't save Ziheng. It was all his fault, so he didn't struggle, and let her go.

He remembered that four years ago, the little girl held a half-embroidered veil in her hand, covered her face with the veil, lowered her head halfway, and said shyly, "Brother Yan, when I grow up, I will marry you." May I be your wife?"

The shy and timid appearance of the little girl is still vivid in my memory, but it has long been a thing of the past.

He had thought about how to decline her politely, because he had already moved his mind on her elder brother, Ziheng, and decided that it was impossible to marry her.

But he never imagined that the little girl in front of him who had feelings for him would hate him to the bone after Ziheng's death, wishing that he would die immediately.

The thought of death used to haunt him all day long, but because he promised Ziheng to live a good life, he has been lingering on his last breath.

On the eve before Ziheng's death, he stayed by Ziheng's side, and finally had the courage to reveal his long-cherished love to Ziheng. At that time, the tip of his tongue was trembling, his whole body was cold, and he was afraid that Ziheng would look at him with disgust.

But Ziheng said in surprise and joy: "I am also happy with you, but I am afraid that after confessing my feelings to you, you will alienate me, so I have suppressed it until now."

Ziheng was already very weak. The wound bitten by the vicious dog was originally on the upper surface of his left foot, but for some reason, it rotted from the upper surface of his left foot to the knee. Within four days, the left knee was covered with bones , and the rot is getting worse day by day, and it is spreading upwards irresistibly. He thinks he is good at distorting yellow, but he has tried all kinds of methods, but none of them work.

But Ziheng's eyes were as bright as the morning sun, full of vitality.

He tentatively kissed Ziheng's lips, and Ziheng immediately opened his lips to welcome him in, and at the same time stretched out his hand to hook his neck.

Neither of them had any intimate affairs with others before, their four lips met, their lips and teeth intertwined for a moment, and they actually bit each other's tongue.

The two looked at each other and smiled, somehow, the atmosphere between the two became more ambiguous, as if sweet and greasy honey entangled the two of them together.

Ziheng glanced at him, took a deep breath, tore off the quilt covering his left foot, exposed the bones to him, and asked anxiously, "Are you afraid that my disease will be contagious?"

——At that time, it was rumored in Yuxiu Town that patients who were bitten by vicious dogs must not approach them, otherwise they would be infected.

He kissed Zi Heng's lips again, and then replied: "If I was afraid that your disease would be contagious, why would I be in the same room with you? How could I kiss you?"

A blush appeared on Ziheng's handsome face, while reaching out to pull his clothes, he said in a voice like a mosquito: "If you don't dislike it, how about hugging me?"

"When you get better, I'll hug you again. I'm afraid your current body can't bear it." He said so, restraining Ziheng's troublesome hand.

Ziheng shook his head and said, "No, let's do it today."

He didn't know how to have fun in the boudoir with his sleeves off. After taking off his and Ziheng's clothes, he only kissed all over Ziheng's skin, not even sparing the rotten parts.

After kissing, he tried to put their belongings together again, and vented once more.

Then, he didn't know what to do, so he hugged Ziheng into his arms, and kissed his eyebrows and eyes cherishingly.

Ziheng had a low fever, and it seemed as if he could burn his skin as soon as he hugged him.

After a long time, seeing that he didn't make any further movements, Ziheng shyly whispered to his ear and whispered how Duanxiu should do that.

He was astonished, but still at Ziheng's request, he took Ziheng completely.

Ziheng cried under him, but hugged him tightly, and when he withdrew, Ziheng cried even louder.

Ziheng cried until his voice became hoarse, so he put his forehead against his heart and said with nostalgia: "I can't bear you, I can't bear you, don't forget me..."

Ziheng has always been steady, but now he is crying like a three-year-old child.

His heart ached, but he didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only kiss and caress Ziheng's body constantly.

The two hugged each other naked, and soon fell asleep. His room was simple, and he was often woken up by the north wind blowing outside on weekdays, but this day, all he could hear was the breathing of the person in his arms. Voice.

After dawn, after the two kissed, he went to cook porridge, fed Ziheng to drink, and brought clean water to wipe Ziheng's body.

In just one night, the rot that originally spread to the knees had eroded to the middle of the thighs.

His mind was in confusion, as if a shrill voice was shouting: "I'm going to die, Ziheng is going to die, Ziheng is going to die soon, Ziheng is hopeless, hopeless..."

Ziheng, Ziheng, Ziheng...

He suddenly had a splitting headache, but it didn't show on his face, he pulled the quilt over Ziheng's left foot naturally.

Ziheng was exhausted. After drinking gruel, he became sleepy again. He yawned and said, "Why don't mother, father, elder sister and younger sister come to visit me today?"

He was afraid that Ziheng would be sad, so he dared not tell him that they would not come, because they were afraid of being infected by you.

Therefore, he stroked Fu Ziheng's cheek, and said softly: "I'm the only one with you, aren't you happy?"

"No, I'm very happy." Ziheng looked at him with undisguised shyness, "I was also very happy last night."

"That's good, go to sleep." He let Ziheng rest his head on his knee, and patted Ziheng's back lightly.

Most of the good things are not firm, and the colorful clouds are easy to scatter and the glass is brittle.

But the colorful clouds were too easy to disperse, and the glass was too brittle too quickly. At sunset, Ziheng's breath was so weak that it could hardly be heard.

He held Ziheng's hand, and Ziheng seemed to be exhausted, his fingers trembled a little, but he couldn't hold his hand back, and Ziheng's eyes couldn't focus, and gradually became lax.

Ziheng had already sensed the approach of death, so he tried his best to smile at him with the little life left: "Ayan, that vicious dog is weird, I should be fine if you can't cure me, if you think you are the one who cured me, Even if I am in the underworld, I will still laugh at your arrogance. And don’t miss me, just live your life well. I am satisfied with last night, and this life is not a loss. If you have time, remember to come Burn paper money for me, so that I can taste what it's like to live in the underworld."

Ziheng's voice became lower and lower, and the last joke was almost inaudible.

His eyes were blank, and after a long time, he hugged Ziheng's body and became startled.

When he came back to his senses, it was already the climax of the moon, so he went to invite monks to save Ziheng overnight.

At dawn, he bought a shroud and a good coffin.

Ziheng in the shroud still looked the way he liked. He kissed Ziheng's cold lips before closing the coffin lid.

For Ziheng's funeral, he spent all his savings and pawned all the valuables, but the coffin was almost buried in the mud, but Ziheng's relatives rushed over and cursed at him endlessly, even the incense could not He was not allowed to serve a stick.

He didn't want to argue with Ziheng's relatives in front of the grave, so he walked a little farther and stood on the hillside, looking down at Ziheng's grieving relatives.

Soon, the paper money was ignited, and the curling white smoke engulfed his eyes, making them sting.

Ziheng has been buried, and no one knows about the love between him and Ziheng. To others, his beloved Ziheng is just his friend until his death, and as time goes by, he becomes an old friend.

Today is Ziheng's birthday, he wanted to talk to Ziheng for a while, and then turned back.

Unexpectedly, he saw the vicious dog that killed Zi Heng, and he killed the vicious dog without thinking.

Ziheng passed away more than three years ago, that vicious dog should have paid for Ziheng's life long ago.

And since he couldn't save Ziheng, when should he pay for Ziheng's life?

He stood in front of Ziheng's grave, thinking about this problem calmly. Suddenly, he realized something. He touched his sunken cheek. His appearance had changed a lot. He was going to see Ziheng. Hengqian, should he put on some weight?Otherwise, what should Ziheng do if he doesn't know him?

What should I have for dinner today?

What should I have for breakfast tomorrow?

He suddenly remembered that he hadn't even eaten today's breakfast and lunch.

Thinking of this, he leaned over and kissed Ziheng's rain-stained tombstone, and said with a smile: "Ziheng, I'm going to have breakfast and lunch today, and I'll come visit you tomorrow."

After finishing speaking, he rubbed his cheek against the tombstone again, and then walked away slowly.

To go home, he must pass the Cui family ancestor's cemetery, so he once again saw the body of the vicious dog and Feng Rugui and Jiang Wuqi standing beside his body.

He ignored the dog's body, nodded to Feng and Jiang as a signal, and walked away.

Feng Rugui looked at Yun Yan who was walking alone, sighed, then lowered his body, opened the vicious dog's jaw, inserted a finger, and brushed the teeth one by one.

With a snap of his fingers, resentment actually permeated, pushing against the tip of his nose, quite pungent.

He raised his head and asked Jiang Wuqi: "Jiang Wuqi, can you smell resentment?"

Jiang Wuqi was silent for a moment, then nodded.

Feng Rugui thought about it and said, "This vicious dog must have missed Cui Ying for a long time. Without its knowledge, resentment grew and polluted its mouth. Therefore, if it bites, the wound will most likely rot and deteriorate. .”

Jiang Wuqi wrote in the void: Then it should be treated?

Feng Rugui shook his head and said, "I don't know either."

Jiang Wuqi grabbed Feng Rugui's wrist and wrote in his palm: Are you okay?

The wound on the left foot and ankle started to hurt since I just came out of the old man's residence, and it hasn't eased in the slightest. It should have rotted away, but Feng Rugui didn't want to worry Jiang Wuqi, so he curled his lips into a smile and said, "I am a thousand-year-old evil spirit, Are you underestimating me by asking me like this?"

Feng Rugui's expression was relieved, his left foot looked normal, but Jiang Wuqi was really worried, and wanted to see it with his own eyes before giving up.

The rain was so fast that it was inconvenient to check Feng Rugui's wounds, so Jiang Wuqi decided to stay back in the "Treasure Hall", making Feng Rugui take off his shoes and socks.

Feng Ruo returned to his words, and lifted up Cui Ying's tombstone. Cui Ying's tombstone was made of wood, with sporadic moss growing on it, and it was stained with bright red. Just now, Yunyan took Cui Ying's tombstone and beat the vicious dog to death. .

If Yunyan was really Cui Ying in his previous life, how would Cui Ying feel?

He placed the tombstone in front of the tomb, dug a hole on Cui Ying's grave with his bare hands, picked up the body of the vicious dog from the bloody water, tore off the red silk, and buried it in it.

In this way, the bones of Vicious Dog and Cui Ying will be together forever.

Looking at the soft grave, he said to himself: "After death, the body returns to dust, and the soul goes to the underworld. The body of the next life is bestowed by the mother. How can the taste of blood be the same?"

Maybe the vicious dog smelled Cui Ying's soul from Yunyan's blood?

Or maybe it was because the vicious dog was seriously injured and lost his mind that he mistook Yun Yan for Cui Ying?

In any case, the vicious dog got what he wanted, right?It finally met Cui Ying before it died.

——Even though Cui Ying sent it off for the last time with his own hands.

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Note:

Most of the good things are not firm, and the colored clouds are easy to scatter and the glass is brittle.From Bai Juyi's "Jian Jian Yin", the whole poem is as follows:

The youngest daughter of the Su family is named Jian Jian, with hibiscus flower cheeks and willow leaf eyes.

Eleven mirrors can learn makeup, and twelve needles can embroider clothes.

Shisanxing sits on concoctions and refuses to hide his head in vain.

The exquisite cloud bun is full of flowers, and the fragrance of roses is floating in the air.

There are different postures and different states, and it can't be shaped, and it turns suddenly like light.

In February, heavy frost kills peaches and plums, and she wants to marry next year and die this year.

Father-in-law, mother, don't cry, this girl is not an ordinary couple.

I'm afraid it's a celestial being relegated to the world, who is only 13 years old in the world.

Most of the good things are not firm, and the colored clouds are easy to scatter and the glass is brittle.