troubled times reckless

He has been a wild child since he was a child, begging for food in a dark mountain den.

Although he was young, in winter he would lay out the straw and sleep in the haystack by himself. If it was still cold, he would put some firewood on his body and fall asleep peacefully.

His life seems almost bleak to others, but he doesn't think so.

Others pity him for having no clothes to wear, but he has long been used to the sky being his clothes and the earth being his bed.

Others pity him that he has no food to eat, but he has long since learned that everything in the world is his own, and what other people eat is his own.

He had chopped firewood, worked in mines, worked as a worker, and begged. Either he was severely beaten when people discovered the whereabouts of "Qiwu", or he was kicked out of the party and could not get it.

When he was young, he was wandering around, dressed in rags, straightforward and innocent, and ruthless in his attacks.

As he was getting older, he was well-informed, rough in the market, bold and unruly, with iron swords and horses.

It is natural to form gangs and gangs, and to act like a thief is also right.

No matter how many times he passed by, he would always stare blankly at those creatures that were completely different from himself.

Those people spoke elegantly, eloquently and condescendingly.

Or pass by in a flash between the cars, or arrogantly on the official road.

Every time I look down at my hands, there are thick calluses and black dirt.

Sniffing, he curled his lips disapprovingly, with envy, jealousy and longing.

That day, he had just entered the county town disguised as a porter, looking around for wealthy households in the city, when he saw a young man passing by on horseback.

He didn't even see his face clearly, but only saw a tall and straight figure from his back in a trance, and the sound of the horse's hooves disappeared.

He thought, this is the so-called 'rich man'.

Following the sound of hooves, he searched for it.

The word "Li Zhai" is majestic and powerful, but he can't see it. He only knows that the seams of the bluestone slabs are tight, and the stone lion carvings in front of the house are exquisite.

He asked someone to find an old friend he met in the city, and then entered Li's house to do a part-time job.

He smiled inwardly when he saw the boy's twisted expression looking around.

He has seen quite a few girls like this.

In the past, when he was still covered in black and gray, whenever he saw that little white butt petal, he would be refreshed.Now he gave a little hint, and the boy followed him into the woodshed with a smile on his face.

When getting on the boy, he couldn't help thinking, the bottom of this boy is too loose, maybe it has been used by others long ago.

For some reason, the handsome figure that galloped past him a few days ago suddenly appeared in his mind.

that person……

Is this the boy's young master...?

When I was silent in contentment, the door opened wide.

The moonlight filled the entire firewood room with brilliant starlight, but there was a tall figure standing tall at the door.

A jade-colored gown, a jade-colored skirt, a jade-colored face...

People are as pure as jade.

The summer wind in the night was a little cool, and it lifted the hair on the young man's forehead, and he almost saw the catkins in front of the door falling on the young man's shoulders.

The young man's eyes glowed brightly in the moonlight, like ghosts and elves in the deep mountains.

Tall figure, unrestrained demeanor, unrestrained when riding a horse, but now standing still, but even more mysterious.

With just a glance, he was astonished as a heavenly being.

Although the night wind was cold, it made his heart moist and soft.

Even his breathing became unstable, and when he regained his senses, the young man had already driven away the servant, turned around and closed the door.

The young man looked back at him with a look of friendship.

Feeling restless, he didn't want to be left behind, so he deliberately showed off his spirits: "Yo, this young master has taken a fancy to me..."

He walked over with weak feet, and with a dreamlike illusion, the young man pulled out his whip and pressed it against his chest.

Speak slowly and mellowly like the sound of nature: "What's your name?"

He licked his lips, he had long forgotten to ask the teacher to help him with the "king of men" tuba, but blurted out his childhood name: "I... called Ergou...you... are the son of this family Is it?"

The young man's lips curled up slightly, especially dazzling in the dark that cut off the light.

"What do you think?"

Hearing the young man's laugh, his feet almost went limp, and he didn't even see how the long whip was unsheathed, but there was already a bloodstain on his body.

The young man's smile grew wider, and there was love in his eyes.

His brain was in a mess, hiding in hiding, he had forgotten that he hadn't been beaten like this for many years... he had forgotten that he hadn't been in such a mess for many years...

When the whip intention gradually dissipated, the young man approached him suddenly, with a pleasant smell, and pushed him onto the firewood.

The way the young man stroked his chest made him dazed.

His whole body was throbbing with pain, but he didn't care.

The young man in front of him is like walking out of a fairyland, a nobility that he has never touched in his life.

The young man's eyes are like a ghostly ghost.

He couldn't help thinking that if he slept with Hua Pi, he would have to bear the consequences of being sucked out of his energy and suffering...

Sleeping with this young man, it seems normal to be beaten to a bloody mess...

Just when he was intoxicated in the dream he drew...

The young man crashed into his own body...

Raising his eyes, he saw a chaotic cold light in the young man's eyes,

There was a contented smile on the corner of his mouth.

Like a blow to the brain,

He woke up for a while, regretting it too late.

----

Returning to his residence, looking at the black-painted ceiling, the blood scars all over his body were congealed into lumps, he felt sorry for himself for a while, and couldn't stop it.

I was too confused.

After Fang suffered a defeat and was chased to this point, he wanted to be happy again...

How could he be allowed to laugh and scold at such a critical time, playing with his life...

Chasing soldiers, not far away.

If it weren't for the pursuers,

If the situation is not controlled by others,

If you don't dare to make a big move,

...Why did he come to this.

But he forgot...

The world situation, the current situation, have long been thrown out of the sky.

When he saw the man, he was confused.

He suddenly and painfully understood the ugly appearance of those people who were seduced by ghosts and ghosts in the story books, full of foolishness and embarrassment.

When listening to the story, he just smiled.Now that I am on the scene, I know how powerful the ghosts are.

He almost hated himself.

He hated himself for losing face, falling down, and losing... body.

The door turned, and the figure he least wanted to see suddenly appeared in front of the door.

"My lord is here to see you." The young man said to him with a smile and condescension in his eyes.

He got up quickly, picked up the long knife beside the quilt and jumped out of the bed to chop the young man, as if he wanted to use the mighty blade to erase his ugly self from yesterday.

The young man dodged with changing footwork, not being hurt by him at all, and he still teased: "The knife is not strong, are you reluctant to part with me?"

He was almost so angry that he spit out a mouthful of blood, and wanted to put this person under the sword in his heart.

But he was really subdued, pressed on the couch, the young man stared deeply into his eyes, that handsome face, noble temperament, with the pleasant fragrance of the young man, made him throw away his helmet and armor all at once, and was defeated.

Forgetting the original intention of wanting to avenge his shame, he suddenly flipped over the young man's silk shirt: "I can't beat you to death today!"

With spurting blood, bursting passion, and overwhelming excitement, he stretched the youth's legs and held the youth's center.

The young man let out a breath like a sigh, he was almost drunk in the maze of youth, but there was a piece of ice cold on the side of his head.

is the gun.

He just woke up...

It turns out that this time, like the protagonist in the story book, I was fascinated by ghosts...

He regretted it again.

The youth also flaunted pleasure on him again...

After the incident, he could only use abusive words to keep himself from being too miserable...

Exchanging words with the young man, he tried his best to restrain his tone of voice.

I don't want to be looked down upon, if rude words can cover up the shame in my heart...

He dragged the knife and left.

The night wind chilled his heart, and he let out a sigh...

I must never get involved with such a person or such a thing...

The young man shakes his heart and settles down on the foundation of his life.

----

When I saw the young man again, the young man had already taken off the young master's long gown and silk coat, but he was dressed in a straight military uniform with the collar buttoned around his neck, looking cold and solemn.

I hit a ghost...

The third time I lay helplessly under the young man...

There were only three things, and he gradually began to think with great fear. Could it be that this lingering evil fate was really created by heaven...

he doesn't believe...

Years of life told him that he could not let the fate arranged by heaven.

He wants to change.

For the first time, he attempted to take the youth as a hostage.

The second time, he planned to escape by himself.

both failed.

Because both were unplanned actions.

As long as it involved young people, he always became confused and lost the point.

He is resentful and unwilling.

He felt that youth wasted all the hard work he had accumulated over the years.

And he let the young man ruin himself in such a delirious way.

He began to hate the youth, and also hated himself for being powerless.

During the skin-to-skin contact with the young man, he was intoxicated with his senses at one moment, and at the same time was annoyed so much that he wanted to tear everything around him apart.

Sometimes he is silent, sometimes indulgent, and sometimes contradictory.

He doesn't even understand himself.

When the young man went out to practice, he tilted his feet to bask in the sun,

Sitting in the sun, he squinted his eyes, almost thinking that he was going to die so warmly.

At his age, when he should be enjoying life, and at his temperament, which should be proud of the world, it is rare for him to think about life now.

He asked himself why he was here.

Then he asked again, why did God let himself be here.

Why……

He never found the answer.

Until one day, the sound of youth training passed through the school grounds, and he was suddenly shocked.

He limped to look at it, but saw the young man standing on the high platform giving a lecture like a big man, reviewing the soldiers, and those soldiers could walk out without missing two steps.Ask them to go to the left, they go to the left in unison, ask them to go to the right, they go to the right in a row, ask them to run, they run in a neat line, ask them to take up their guns, and they take up their guns at the same time as one person gun.

He understood in an instant.

He felt that he understood the meaning of God's placing him here.

Isn't it for him to see these?

Let him... this man who doesn't know how to lead soldiers, but has always wanted to lead soldiers, really saw... the real army.

Not only that, God also let him know how powerful ghosts are.

After this catastrophe, what kind of monsters and ghosts can hurt him when he walks in the rivers and lakes in the future? !

After figuring this out, he calmed down, got in touch with his subordinates outside, and made some arrangements.

God really took good care of him.

After he secretly remembered all the dogmas of youth leading soldiers in his heart, the young man was shot and injured just as God arranged.

He doesn't know whether the young man will die...or live...

But he knew... the spell was lifted.

From now on, he will no longer hesitate or worry.

His judgment was indeed very correct.

From now on, he will never be trapped by the cloud and rain again.

Because when he went back outside and went to those girls and boys again, his brother lost his interest and couldn't stand up.

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