cry of a butterfly

"How about singing a song that fits the mood of the moment—"Ode to Joy"?"

Chu Hua cast his eyes on the boy sitting diagonally across from him. The boy with a face as pale as a dead man slowly raised his face from the state of bowing his head to eat, looked at the people present with blank eyes, and suddenly said, "I don't want to sing."

"Why?" Compa seemed to have expected this answer, and poured some wine for himself without lifting his eyes.

"My mother was imprisoned in a mental hospital, as you said, like a butterfly screaming and dying," Kang Xiaoqi, who was extremely pale and thin, also looked like a sick child.During the day, he was imprisoned in the women's bathroom by a group of tall boys of the same age, weeping cowardly; at this moment, he challenged his father's authority with a calm face, "I don't think there is joy in this world, and I don't think there is anything worthy of praise. "

"You're absolutely right." Compa glanced at the young detective with a smile on his eyes, then stared at the boy again, and said as if discussing, "I just want you to sing for our guests."

"I don't." Kang Xiaoqi clenched his teeth tightly after saying these two words.

"Then you come," the man who was a stepfather didn't seem to be annoyed by the confrontation, and leaned forward to approach the girl who had been away from him for a long time.The eyes are unstoppably gentle, the amber-like pupils are floating with a little lazy and blurred mist, and the blood-colored eye sockets still give people the illusion of dark red eyeliner.Compo reached out to support Kang Enya and tried to raise her face to meet her, and said softly to her, "Go to the piano and play a song for our guests."

The fingers seemed to be soft and boneless, slender and frighteningly white, like gurgling water across the girl's small cheeks, and finally stopped at her lips—the two bloodless lips were touched by the man's thumb Opened, the round teeth were gently caressed back and forth.The man spoke to the girl with a majestic fatherly gaze and an unquestionable tone, but the gesture of stroking her cheek and the corners of her lips was obviously ambiguous with lust."It's not a request, it's an order," he said.

The sense of oppression from patriarchy made her feel conflicted and hated, but the tender caress from her lover made her unable to stop.The saliva wetted his fingertips, and she found that she could not refuse such an "order".

After Kang Enya put her fingers on the keys and pressed the first note, Compo turned his gaze back to Kang Xiaoqi again.Looking into the boy's eyes, he said to the girl on the piano bench, "I don't want you to stop playing until your brother is willing to speak."

The piano sounded, and the enthusiastic, cheerful and vibrant "Ode to Joy" lingered over the dining table.

The young police detective once saw a girl who died of orgasm—the girl’s lips were blue due to airway obstruction, her pupils were dilated, her retinas were congested, and her eyeballs were almost squeezed out of their sockets by the sudden increase in blood pressure.

But what you can see through these painful appearances is that she still has a happy smile of deep satisfaction on her face.

Chu Hua still doesn't quite understand how there can be such a stupid woman in this world, who is so stupid that she allows her lover to strangle her to death in pursuit of another kind of sexual pleasure.But he soon discovered that the girl who played this cheerful tune had the same pain and pleasure as the girl who died of orgasm.

When playing No. 12 times, Kang Enya, who played faster and faster, suddenly let out two short and shrill screams.

The pale face suddenly turned up a strange blush that can only be caused by lack of oxygen. Her fingers were convulsed and her breathing was not smooth, as if her throat was being tightened by a rope. She was obviously in pain.But indulge in it.

This kind of hidden pleasure from "autosexual suffocation①" is of course difficult for boys to understand.He slowly opened his eyes wide, looking at this "sister" who was not related by blood but had been with him for ten years without blinking, and was also choked by the feeling of guilt.The ashes-like eyes once again ignited a fire that could burn people, and Kang Xiaoqi turned his face back again, casting a hateful look at his stepfather.

But he found that the other party was also staring at him seriously.

"Your sister is being punished for you, she may play all night." A smile slowly bloomed on the man's rosy lips, "I'm so relieved that a boy starts to look like a man, thinking about it all the time Killing tyrants, protecting one's own family—" he told the boy after a significant pause, "but he's clearly not doing enough."

The man's words touched his heart, and the boy who hugged him tightly for anger slowly stopped the trembling of his thin body, and finally decided to sing——

come! Singing of joy

For peace shall come, my brother!

Sing! Singing of joy

formenshall love each other!

Thatday will dawn just as sure…

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Compo looked at his guest, smiled and made a toast to him.

The boy's voice is amazing!It has the lyrical fullness of the organ and the crispness and melody of the wind chime. It is no exaggeration to describe it as "the sound of nature", although this has long been a word that has been used badly.

There will no longer be the rage of drunkards, the greed of gamblers, the lust of prostitutes... The sweet wine is squeezed out of the bitter fruit, and all the filthy and evil deeds related to desire in the world seem to be washed away by this ethereal song.Chu Hua, who was listening on the side, also felt that the restlessness related to "lust" in the blood gradually calmed down.

The bamboo branches are knocked by the spring breeze, I am waiting for the person who will take me across the river.

A mess.

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After dinner, it was a fun family show, and Mr. Detective, who had just arrived, also participated in it.He did a magic trick.It seemed that he just folded his hands and then twirled his fingers casually, but a lily of the valley suddenly appeared in his empty hand.

The buds have been released, and the goddess of the moon whispers her love for it. The flowers caged under the moonlight are holy and beautiful.

The boy and the girl exclaimed at the same time, "How did you do that!"

Chu Hua knows a lot of small magic tricks that are not too clever, such as conjuring roses out of thin air or making coins in his palm disappear without a trace.Occasionally showing his hands is always amazing, but if you look at it too much, you will find that his fingers are far more dexterous than ordinary people, and he can use some blindfolds most quickly and upside down.Chu Hua knows how to accept when he sees a good deal. Most of the performances are just to win the smile of Scarlett, the chick on the paging station, so that she can pass on those cases such as hunting dogs and cats to others, and let her fight with bank robbers. Leave the task to yourself.

How fucking sexy!

Of course, there are always some unbelieving and stupid big guys in the police station who are willing to bet with him, and then lose him a lunch or dozens of dollars by cursing.

If this man hadn't become a cop, he would have become a scoundrel.

"As a thank you for bringing me the sound of nature, I can teach you this magic trick." Chu Hua handed the pure white and beautiful bell-shaped flowers to Kang Xiaoqi, raised his eyebrows, and smiled at him She hooked the deadly Li Dio, "I'm sure the girls will love you to death."

The already dead boy actually became interested in it.The sickly pale face gradually became warmer, and even the desolate and desolate eyes that looked like wreckage also glowed strangely.He practiced the simple fingering taught by the other party over and over again, and kept asking him how he could make this trick better.

It's a pity that the boy has always been slow to respond, and his fingers are too rigid, so he can't learn it anyway.

"It just shows that I'm an idiot, right?" Conshoch glanced at the young police detective, and lowered his head in frustration.

"This can only show that you are an honest person." Chu Hua smiled again, his squinted eyes showed two crescents that hooked people, "Only a scoundrel can learn this kind of deceiving trick quickly and easily. "

"You actually said that you are a scoundrel?" Most of the boy's frustration and inferiority complex were relieved by the other party's words, and he soon developed a lot of good feelings for this stranger.

Chu Hua shrugged and said disapprovingly, "I'm worse than a rascal."

The host of the house sat in front of the piano with a cane, always looking at his son and the "unfriendly" guest with a smile on his face.

The French woman, who was arranged like a vase from beginning to end, finally got tired of this flamboyance of declaring "family harmony", she stood up without saying a word, and wanted to go back to her bedroom.

Chu Hua's glance at her that day was not wrong. She once longed for her husband's kisses and caresses like a drug-addicted bitch, but with the death of the fetus in her womb, the once fanatical obsession went retrograde. , an irrevocable hatred gradually superseded it.

Before the woman stepped on the stairs, she was stopped by her husband. The soft and charming voice without tone said, "Honey, you forgot to say 'good night'."

Yu stood there for a while, seemingly after a lot of mental struggle before making a decision.With that extremely beautiful face on her face, Brigitte turned back to Compo, and bent over to send a "good night kiss" to the sitting man.

That is to say, when he was close to his wife's beautiful face, Compo, who raised his head slightly, suddenly turned his face to the side, avoiding Brigitte's kiss on the cheek that was about to fall.Facing his wife's bewildered gaze, he smiled and said, "Lèvres (lips)."

The hunched woman was stunned for a while, then closed her eyes, leaned over and kissed her husband's lips.

When the four lips were about to touch each other, Chu Hua saw Compo poking out his blood-red tongue and sliding it into the woman's mouth.

Perhaps it was due to the contrast of the pale skin. If the lips, which are much more colorful than ordinary people, still have the beauty of red roses, the blood red tongue is indeed a bit coquettish and frightening.

After a penetrating kiss, the husband politely thanked his wife, "Mercibien (thank you very much)."

The author has something to say: ① Self-sexual suffocation, through hanging, hand strangulation, etc. to squeeze the throat, people will have a special pleasure of "flying away" during sex, which is quite a sexual act of M.Also, the story about Chu Hua going crazy when drinking is not over yet, the next chapter will reveal it for the girls