drunk red

Everyone is dressed in fine silk clothes, and the handsome children against the background are even more like the boys who came out of the Guanyin painting, with fair skin, black hair, bright red lips, shining in the sun. Eye.

The children stood quietly without saying a word. After a while, the side door creaked open from the outside, and a man in his 20s walked in. He was dressed in a light blue shirt, and the corners of his eyebrows and eyes were slightly revealing.

"Yo, you're all very well-behaved today, and you're all here." The man smiled lightly, extremely charming, with traces of amorous feelings rippling away.

"Hello, Daddy." A row of voices sounded in unison, clear and pleasant.

"Okay, okay, everyone is good today, daddy is better than anything else." The man narrowed his eyes with a smile, and stomped leisurely to the middle of them, followed by a guard carrying a big food box.

"Come on, be good, drink the whole thing first." The man opened the lid of the food box, and his hands were like white onions, thin and long, tender and watery, with ruddy luster on the nails.

Picking up a bowl of black soup medicine, he walked to the first child in front: "Hey, drink it."

"En." The child is about five or six years old, and he is the youngest one. The most attractive thing is his pink lips, which are slightly plump and puffed outwards. They are really cute. The small bowl, drank it in two sips, and finally frowned, stuck out his tongue, and shrunk his whole face into a ball.

"Hehe, so bitter?" the man asked while touching his little face.

"Daddy, it's not bitter."

"Don't be afraid, come, eat a plum." The man took out a plum from his purse and stuffed it into the child's mouth.

"Thank you dad."

Hongyi and Liuli were about the same age and height, lined up together, after drinking the bitter soup, Hongyi fanned Liuli's mouth bitterly with his hands, pulled the man's sleeve and asked for a plum for Liuli.

"give you to eat."

"you eat."

"No, I'll eat it for you. I'm not afraid of hardship." Hongyi turned her head and stuffed Huamei into Liuli's little hand.

"Red clothes." Liuli held Huamei in her mouth, quietly grabbed Hongyi's hand, Hongyi looked back at him, Huamei propped up his cheeks, bulging, pressed there with her fingers, and laughed happily .

"Bastard, you think you are still the young master housekeeper, you are a piece of trash, I want you here as your blessing, what else do you want? For you to eat, drink, wear, and have fun. Now, if you don't earn a penny, you spend money on it." It sold a lot, you think this is a government relief?"

The man's sharp and harsh words sounded suddenly, Hongyi, Liuli and all the children looked over together.

The second child is about to turn 12 years old, and it has only been a few days since he was sent in. Fortunately, he was also a child of an official family when he came here, and he is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. It's okay to train other needs for a few days, and postpone listing for one to two years.

This bowl of decoction must be drunk before lunch every day, an unshakable rule.

When Chuchu came, the child didn't know what it was, but he drank it obediently, but today, for some reason, his temper suddenly exploded, and he refused to take it.

The man slapped him, and a faint red mark immediately appeared on the child's fair face: "What are you fighting for? Can you survive this day? Drink it honestly and don't think about anything."

"I won't drink." The child named Ning Po turned his head and stuck out his stubborn chin.

"Energize." The man let out a breath, smiled slightly, lowered his eyelids, and ordered to the guard carrying the food box.

"Woo, um, no, cough cough." A 12-year-old man in his 20s who had practiced martial arts struggled, kicked, and was finally forced to swallow.Kneeling on the ground, tears, medicine juice, smeared on the face, in a miserable state.

The man's cold smile slowly overflowed his lips: "You should be too late to drink this medicinal juice at your age, look at this figure, it is well developed, you need to increase the amount, you, keep pouring it, and take another bowl. Pointing to the only bowl left in the food box, he shouted sharply.

"What are you arguing about? You think you are still the young housekeeper. Wait until someday to redeem yourself and re-open branches and leaves. Let's dream. The children here, even if they go out, are still under the pressure of a man." Life.

Yes, this bowl of medicine will slow down your development, making you thinner, shorter and weaker than normal children.But, this is the cost of your life, understand? The man pointed to the guard and said to him: "You are as tall as him, do you think someone wants you, ah?"You are as strong as him, and you are extremely strong. You can easily kick people away, kick them, can you do that?Which guest will order you, huh?Do you think it's a pleasure for guests to come here? "

The man looked down at the child sitting on the ground, his eyes were cold and heartless: "Tonight, use the thickest one. Since this child is unwilling to wait, I can't be kind enough to pretend to be your father."

would rather die than yield

In the evening, the light blue mountains and rivers in the distance blocked the setting sun, leaving only the sunset glow burning wantonly in the whole sky, and the fine light scattered from the branches and leaves, forming spots of light on the ground, and the front yard began to spread after a quiet day The noise, the sound of water being twisted, the sound of cooking, and the sound of laughing and shouting, are getting louder.

Hong Yi pursed his mouth tightly, with a sullen little face, holding a brush in his hand, and wrote carefully and meticulously. After finishing the last word, he put down the brush, let out a long breath, and rubbed his eyes. , only to realize that the sky had already darkened, and quietly tidying up the copied posts, the light in the room quickly changed from heavy orange to blue-gray to dark gray, and finally, like an extinguished candle, heavy black filled the entire room .

Lying at the window, Hong Yi pouted and looked outside, the house was covered with a layer of very light mist, as if it still had the bright red of the sunset just now, a hazy, unreal dream.

Liuli knocked on the door twice, then pushed it open: "Are you finished?"

"Well, it's over." Hong Yi nodded.

For half an hour, the task assigned by the teacher in charge of teaching them to write was to copy the copybooks of famous masters. After the completion, they had to hand over to Boss Su, the man they called Daddy for inspection.

"Then let's go." Liuli held a stack of rice paper in her hand, her black handwriting came through, a bit immature.

"En." Hongyi lowered her head.

"Daddy." The northernmost room in the small courtyard is where Daddy occasionally lives temporarily, and he stays in the front yard most of the time.

"Come in."

In the room, candles are burning, the orange light is warm and ironing, and if you smell it carefully, you can still smell the faint scent of incense floating in the air.

The two children stood there in a daze when they walked in. The child who resisted not drinking the soup this afternoon - Ningpo, was lying naked on the bed, her hands were firmly tied to the head of the bed by a white ribbon, and she was white and smooth in the flickering candlelight. His body seemed to have passed through a layer of golden light, and his upturned neck was weak and helpless.

"Daddy, Lin's post." Hongyi whispered, and handed Liuli's post along.

"Put it on the table." Su Jie sat on the chair, playing with a black leather-wrapped stick in his hand: "Stand there and watch, don't leave."

"The two of you are about the same age, let's start in a few days. Let's watch today, and you won't have to suffer so much if you are obedient. Do you hear me?" Su Jie's voice was soft and his tone was gentle. His eyes were extremely cold, staring straight at the two of them, pressing them tightly, not allowing the slightest resistance.

"Yes, Daddy." The red-clothed little face was pale, and he agreed softly.

"Well, stand up." Su Jie regained that lazy look, his whole body seemed boneless, stood up with the table in his hand, and gently pressed Ning Po's buttocks with the black leather stick in his hand.

"Look, this little butt is long, but it's not bad. It's elastic and round, and it feels first-class to the touch. However, because I don't pay attention to maintenance, the place where I often need to sit is a little rough. I need a good massage, ointment and medicated oil. Push it away and regain your childlike delicacy. At that time, those men will love it and linger on it. You kid, don't look like a bitch, but you have grown into a good body and won't be hungry. "

Su Jie's fingers lightly touched, slowly slid across, stuck out his tongue, raised his hand, licked his fingertips, smiled lightly, the two children trembled, and held each other's little hands.

"Cry out when it hurts, but remember to make it sound good, you know? You want to make people want to scream, you want to make people want to penetrate you immediately, and you want to make people ecstatic..." Su Jie Holding a thick jade penis, poured the wine from the bottle on it, smeared it carefully, and explained it slowly.

Suddenly pursing her lips into a smile, the brightness in her eyes overflowed: "Relax, be good."

"Ah..." Ning Po's heart-piercing scream instantly pierced the stagnant air for a long time. Hongyi and Liuli stepped back two steps together, swallowed, and shook their tightly clenched little hands with.

Blood spread out from the base of the thigh, without any hesitation, it quickly stained the light blue quilt, endlessly, gurgling.

"Look, you're disobedient. I told you to make your bark better. You will frighten the guests with such a bark." Su Jie smiled lowly, raised his green finger to wipe off the condensate. There was a thin layer of sweat on Po's forehead, her gentle movements and pity touch, like a mother's hand, caring and caring when she was infected with the cold.

"Ah... ah... mother... father..." Su Jie's other hand, without hesitation, held the penis firmly and forcefully and began to thrust. Standing there, the red clothes seemed to hear The sound of tearing flesh and blood, inch by inch, thread by thread, dilapidated and cracked.

Ningpo shook her hands vigorously, but the ribbon was entangled helplessly, leaving only deep red and purple scars, and she cried out one after another that she once loved her.