cry of a butterfly

Suddenly, he made a sharp turn and the car stopped on the side of the road.

The spine felt uncomfortable due to the violent turning and friction, Chu Hua complained dissatisfiedly, "Why did you stop suddenly?"

Compo turned off the car stereo casually, except for the whirring sound of the wind blowing through the weeds and the occasional crowing of hawks and hawks on the branches, there was no sound in this place.

"Because of guilt." The man who had been looking ahead turned his face towards the co-pilot's seat, and said with a smile, "A man who is proud and unwilling to admit defeat is obviously out of guilt after cheating. .”

Chu Hua's expression was not good, and he avoided the other party's scorching gaze, and said stubbornly, "Whoever I sleep with is my freedom. For a man, taking off his pants and having sex is the same as pulling out his fist and beating someone." It's normal, and there is no need to feel guilty for anyone."

"There was a man in your life who appeared briefly, gave you a chance to be saved as a child, and made you feel safer than ever. He was tall, strong, with dark wheat-colored skin and strong features, and his heart was full of love. Strength and a sense of justice. Maybe a veteran or a policeman. These seem to coincide with your current lover, but in fact it is your sexual drive deliberately expressing childhood yearning in your successor." Slightly After a pause, Compa smiled, "Of course I'm just guessing, you can deny it, but I'll know you're lying."

Chu Hua had nothing to say. He didn't know how to deny the other party's speculation. This was a secret past he had never mentioned. Needless to say, Han Xiao, who had been with him for ten years, didn't know it. He even felt that he had forgotten it.He didn't expect to be defeated by a person who just met for the second time.

The young police detective suspects that the "tragic childhood" he mentioned the last time he met gave away the truth. This man is too scary. He should have dealt with it carefully instead of exposing his soft seven inches easily.

Any deliberation and sophistry of words seemed futile. In the end, Chu Hua had no choice but to look at Compo again, and nodded honestly, "Yes, your guess is completely correct. But I don't want to talk to you about it. I Get out of the car now!"

The moment he was about to unbuckle his seat belt and get out of the car, the latch of the door locked with a click.

He's trapped inside.

"You just said, only have sex with the strongest men - oh, please forgive my directness and out of context, that means that your body is only driven by primitive instincts and completely independent of evolution when it comes to seeking a mate. Consciousness control. This made me wonder what kind of misfortune a person has encountered that made him need a savior so much." With a cruel smile on his lips, he asked, "Is he your father?"

"I didn't know you were not only a psychopath, but also a biologist!" Under the action of his self-defense mechanism, Chu Hua yelled, "Open the car door, I'm fucking going to get out of the car now!"

"It seems not. Your eyes tell me that you and your mother depend on each other for life. You often feel the tension of the shadow in your body. That shadow may come from your mother..." Although it was fleeting, the other party heard the word "father". The eagerness and dodge in his eyes still did not escape his eyes, Compo continued, "Are you going to confess yourself, or let me guess?"

This is the second time Compa mentioned the word "shadow". Compared with the last time, he seemed to be more sharp and ruthless.Active confession may reduce the pain, and the excavation by others will undoubtedly be more insignificant and bloody.

After a long silence, the young detective finally chose to speak.He turned his eyes to the window directly in front of him, took a deep breath, and said: "My father is a policeman, but I have never seen him. When I was a child, I liked to sit by the window alone, looking at the dandelions and flowers under the window sill. Boys playing carefree, I can often look at them all day long. As the sun sets and the wind carries the dandelions far into freedom, I watch them all go home. Sometimes one of them stops and throws me A look of pity... At that time, I would think, if my father could be by my side, maybe I would become one of them, maybe none of this would happen..."

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The flickering light outside the window hit this thin body, casting a faint broken shadow. He timidly hid in it, but looked at the man holding the gun with the purest, innocent and shining eyes.

His lower body was bare, and there was a black and blue pattern on his penis, whether it was a birthmark or a tattoo, and he was always in a state of congested erection.

The man, about 40 years old, is a policeman. He just happened to pass by here and heard a terrible, inhuman shouting from inside the house, so he broke into the house.

"Hey, little guy." He half-kneeled in front of the eight-year-old boy, trying not to scare him and said softly, "Your mother... went to a wonderful place, I miss you You have to go with me first."

The boy is very beautiful, with black hair and white skin, big and clear eyes, and a small pear dimple can be seen when his mouth is pursed.Facing the stranger's hand extended to him, he instinctively backed away and asked in a low voice, "She's dead, isn't she?"

"Yes, she's dead." The man was slightly surprised, this little guy not only knew about death, but also acted calmly and calmly towards his mother's death, like an outsider.He half-kneeled and approached his body, and asked, "Do you have any other relatives?"

The boy shook his head.

"Well, it looks like you really have to go with me. Would you like to go with me?"

The boy was still avoiding the other man's attempt to touch his hand, his frightened eyes hurriedly glanced at the gun in the other hand of the man, he pouted rather than coquettishly and asked in fear, "You...will you hurt me?"

"No, of course not, never." Noticing that his own gun was the source of the boy's panic, he put the gun into the boy's hand and smiled gently at him, "I will protect you. "

The boy was still hesitating, and looked at the stranger with big eyes blinking—he was tall and strong, with an intimate dark wheat-colored skin, and two straight and dark eyebrows adorning a deeply contoured face , with a pair of bright and sharp eyes.

This discovery made him believe in his heart for no reason that this person must be very powerful, just like the Clark Kent who often played on TV.

After a while, the boy with the gun finally stepped forward cautiously, and threw his powdery body into the opponent's broad and warm chest.

As soon as the man raised his arms, he picked up the little guy, then flicked his finger on his exposed penis, and said with a smile, "Before we go, we need to find a pair of pants, and put this cute little penis on it. The stuff is hidden."

The man realized that the boy had drilled deeply into his arms, buried his face in his neck all the time, and smiled, "What's your name?"

"Chu Hua, Huahua's painting."

"That's an artistic name—are you hungry?"

"Ah."

"I just bought a buttery hot dog in my patrol car, do you want it?"

"Ah."

……

When they left the small house, they realized that the whole earth was covered with a layer of brilliant red.The beauty of the oil painting is ready to come out, the maple leaves are dancing all over the sky, and all the maple trees are bald.

A whole new world.

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"I lived with him for more than four months, until he died in the line of duty, and I was sent to the orphanage." Chu Hua pursed her thin lips, showing a sad dimple, with tears in her eyes Light.

He had obviously quit smoking and suddenly wanted to have one.

I didn't bring it with me, so I found a cigarette case from the car, took out one and put it in my mouth.Go look for a lighter again.

呲!

The man beside him lit a match and held it in front of his eyes.

"When you close your eyes, you can see. You can see dandelions being carried away by the wind, you can see the red maples in the sky, and you can see that man walking towards you... You breathe gently, you feel free like a wild goose, and your sleep has come quietly... ..."

The flame of the match was close at hand, and his eyes couldn't help but focus on it.I don't know when the cigarette in his mouth has been taken away by the other party. Even if the match is extinguished, the light spot in the darkness is still swaying left and right, like a clock shaking, like a dancer's skirt spinning.

Chu Hua still had a sliver of reason, forcing himself to fight against the sudden sleepiness.He thought of a very bad thing, he was hypnotized by Compo.

"You have been looking for such a person. I can see you being lonely in the middle of the crowd, seeing your panic and sadness when you laugh endlessly, and seeing that behind your repeated adventures are those who are willing to jump into the sky. The nostalgia and restlessness of falling into the ocean... Yes, you have been looking for such a person..."

Only then did he think of Brigitte's warning to himself that this man could quietly take the fetus from a woman's womb while she was asleep, so he really took it lightly just now.

However, once the gap in the deepest memory is opened, it is no longer possible for him to escape the other party's hints and inducements.

The young police detective still tried to resist, but his fatigue became deeper and deeper, and the entanglement became tighter and tighter.Just like a butterfly being bound by a spider web, no matter how hard it struggles, it still cannot escape from this gentle trap.

Compo leaned over, kissed Chu Hua's hair and cheek continuously, and sang softly with his earlobe in his mouth, his voice was so sweet and feminine: "comeaway, Ohumanchild!

To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand..."

This is a poem by Yeats that tells an old legend about a fairy who abducts a child.

The eye sockets were slightly bloodshot, and the man's amber stone-like eyes exuded a golden light in the darkness, which was as unreal as the pale face reflected in the moonlight.

His long hair hits his shoulders, his red lips are charming, and he is really as dreamy and beautiful as a fairy.

His eyes were about to close, but when Chu Hua was half asleep and half awake, Compo bent his face and kissed his lips—covering the other's with his own lips, he pushed his tongue into the slightly opened gap In the middle, licking gently around the wet tip of the tongue.

The soft and wonderful touch on his lips made him feel as safe and comfortable as returning to his mother's womb, and the remaining strings of reason were finally snapped.Chu Hua let go of all her psychological defenses, and changed from passively accepting kisses to actively catering, as if she curled up like a fetus, sucking not the other's lips but her own small and tender thumb.Surrounded by warm amniotic fluid, all painful reality was blocked out and gradually disappeared.

After a long kiss that he didn't want to leave each other for a long time, he couldn't hear the cries of the world, and he fell asleep.

Chu Hua closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he breathed steadily.Leaving the other party's lips, Compo looked at the peaceful and innocent sleeping face like a child, then leaned down and kissed him lightly on the lips, "Bonnenuit, ma Joséphine (good dream, my Josephine)."

Turn up the music in the car to the loudest and restart the engine.

Speeding all the way, the man driving licked the corner of his mouth and laughed silently.The white teeth are completely exposed, and the bright red lips and tongue are moist and lustrous due to the lingering wet kiss, making people want to risk everything to kiss this beauty's fragrance.

The hoarse voice of the rock singer tore the quiet night beyond recognition. Of course, it was impossible for the sleeping young police detective to hear it.