Mr Killer Next Door

The two and the three goats slowly returned to the tent along the footsteps when they came.

Jiang Yu walked for a while before realizing that every few steps they took, a lamb would mysteriously disappear.

At the end, with Qiu Shihuan, only one end remained.

When Qiu Shihuan realized that he might not be able to get rid of the lamb, Jiang Yu stepped forward in time to stop Qiu Shihuan from kicking the lamb away.

The helpless child had no choice but to pick up the lamb, sat on the picnic mat and ate kebabs.

The lamb stayed in the boy's arms docilely, without arguing or making trouble, and pressed his head against the boy's chest enjoying himself.

Occasionally it twitched its ears, flicked its tail, and gnawed at a strand of blond hair like straw.

To be honest, this lamb not only looks extraordinarily clumsy, its hind legs are not well developed, and it walks unsteadily.Not only that, the lamb's tongue sticks out a little bit, and it also has a pair of eyes.

Jiang Yu couldn't help laughing at that stupid look.

"Where did you steal the lamb?" He poked the lamb's head, and the little guy had to react for a long time before he realized that he could open his mouth to bite him.Looking at the little lamb who was twirling its tail in a hurry, Jiang Yu couldn't help laughing, "Why are you so stupid?"

"Uncle slandered me again, so I didn't steal the lamb. It looks so stupid, so there's no need to steal it, right? It's this guy who has been following me and sticking to me all the time." Qiu Shihuan tried to take a bite of the lamb, but was caught Covering his mouth from the heat, he kept blowing, "Huh, yes, hey, I can't drive you away."

"Feed it something." Jiang Yu opened the lunch box, which was full of cleaned lettuce leaves, "When the camping is over, let's go to the base to ask about the situation there. They probably put this little guy up The lamb looks like it hasn't been weaned very long. If you drive it away now, it might get lost."

As soon as Qiu Shihuan grabbed a piece, the silly lamb hurriedly poked his head and gnawed off the vegetable leaves in his hand.

"So are we going to bring this stupid guy? Wow, uncle, look at it—" Qiu Shihuan poked the sheep's nose, "It's so fun."

The cross-eyed lamb was poked so hard that it opened its nostrils and sneezed.

Then he chewed the lettuce with relish, his eyes almost brought into focus.

"Okay, don't tease people when they are eating, and spit stars fly around."

"I want to play for a while." Qiu Shihuan just wanted to poke the lamb's ear, but was stopped by Jiang Yu halfway, "——Uncle, cheapskate, actually protecting a stupid sheep."

"What are you talking about? Don't you usually pay attention to hygiene? Go wash your hands and eat."

Jiang Yu grabbed the boy's hand and heroically rescued the poor little lamb.

The lamb sticking out its tongue didn't seem to realize what was going on.

It shook its head, stumbled and sneezed again, and buried its head in the lunch box to eat.

Qiu Shihuan dipped his hands in the basin, and while staring at the twisting lamb, he straightened his legs on the small bench.

"Uncle, how about we give it a bath?"

"But it's not our lamb." Jiang Yu looked at him helplessly, "We can't make our own claims, you know?"

"But it stinks." Qiu Shihuan straightened his legs more vigorously, and almost swung his stomach in the last stroke, "I don't want to stay with such a smelly and stupid sheep, it must be at least a little satisfying, right?"

Jiang Yu knew that since it was on this point.According to Qiu Shihuan's temperament, there may be no room for maneuver.

He scratched the back of his head, thinking for a while.Still compromising to the other party's willfulness.

"I remember I brought a useless plastic basin today. Kid, if you really dislike it being dirty, why don't you wash it?"

"Well, here I come! I want to wash the lamb!"

Qiu Shihuan stretched out his arms and suddenly lifted the bleating lamb over his head.

The process of washing the lamb can be described as full of twists and turns.

During the period, the stupid little lamb was still wagging its tail, trying to excrete in public in the basin, but Qiu Shihuan quickly aimed at his buttocks and slapped him hard.

The lamb was frightened, and jumped into the forest with its half-swollen buttocks sticking out. It didn't continue to clean until it was washed several times after toileting.

Qiu Shihuan kept washing until the drizzle fell.

When the rain fell, Jiang Yu hurried back to pack his things.

Qiu Shihuan naturally wiped his hands and followed.

The poor little lamb was thus forgotten in place.

With foam all over his body, he shivered in the rain for a long time.

After the food and utensils were salvaged into the tent, the two snuggled up and rested inside.

They looked up and watched the rain scene for about 5 minutes. Qiu Shihuan didn't say anything, but just peeled off a ham sausage and picked out the corn kernels inside.

Jiang Yu looked at it, and suddenly felt something was wrong.

He unzipped the tent in doubt, and only glanced out.

The little lamb that had been washed white was huddled in the basin, bleating anxiously in their direction.

It looked around, but its small head, which was below the normal level, couldn't find the correct route, so it could only make weak and helpless calls.

"Shihuan, the lamb is still outside!"

"I know." Qiu Shihuan took a bite of the sausage and blinked his eyes puzzled, "Uncle, what's wrong?"

"You said you wanted to take it to take a bath, but you didn't bring him back when it rained?"

"Why did you bring it back?" Qiu Shihuan said confidently, "I won't die anyway, let's talk about it after the rain stops."

"You child—forget it."

Jiang Yu hurriedly ran out against the increasingly heavy rain, and carried the drenched little guy back to the tent.

Fortunately, the lamb cooperated very well and didn't throw the water or kick him.Jiang Yu then picked up a disposable towel, threw it on the little guy's back, and vigorously wiped the wet hair on the other's abdomen, legs and feet.

Qiu Shihuan pinched the drooping sheep's ears curiously, watching the lamb kicking its hooves restlessly, turning its head and refusing repeatedly.

"Uncle, it seems very unhappy. Is it angry with me? I didn't do anything wrong. I'm really willful."

"Of course I'm not happy." Jiang Yu was wiping the lamb's neck, "You left it in the rain and pretended to forget it. How could you be happy if it were you? And you still say that others are capricious? "

"Ah! Uncle said me for an ugly and stupid sheep, I remember."

"Okay, you remember." Jiang Yu patted his head with a smile, "Little guy who can't even remember other people's names, I want to see how long I can remember the grudge."

After the hair was half-dried, the lamb finally broke free from Jiang Yu's grip, using all four hooves together, and jumped twice happily.But the little guy still didn't have a long memory, and before he finished taking three or two steps, he turned around excitedly, and stepped on Qiu Shihuan's leg with his tongue lolling.

"Uncle."

Qiu Shihuan pinched the sheep's ears and pushed the stupid lamb down into a pile of wet towels.

"Ok?"

Jiang Yu was taking off his jacket which was wet by the lamb, revealing his firm upper body.

When the pullover was removed, the arms were stretched naturally, and the smooth muscles were slightly tensed.

Qiu Shihuan stared intently for a while, and he couldn't help clamping his knees.

The stubborn lamb finally overcame the momentary hesitation, but Qiu Shihuan did not refuse it with force.

After all, there's nothing threatening about this annoying and weak creature.

Inadvertently, he licked his cheek again.

"Uncle brought an easel, right? Anyway, I won't be able to go out for a while, do you want to pass the time?"

Jiang Yu watched him tease the lamb with his index finger, so he bent down and took out the painting tools from the waterproof bag.

As soon as he raised his eyes, the outer shirt had already fallen off his shoulders, and the perfect and sexy male body could be seen at a glance.

When the yearning and inspiration for art evolved into lust, this muscular body, exercised to the point where no flaws could be picked out, no longer concealed its aggressiveness.

Appreciation between the same sex is always like this, straightforward and loyal to desire.

Thinking about it, Jiang Yu was surprised to find that his boy seemed to be more and more deceptive.

The bright red forbidden fruit is still hanging high on the branch, within reach.

A touch may bring you a beautiful dream, and a suck may bring you supreme satisfaction.

When the paintbrush is stained with paint, the sharp outline of the abdominal muscles is outlined.Jiang Yu stretched out his hand and pressed towards the ball of flesh-colored paint that hadn't dried up.

The figure on the painting trembled slightly, and the shadow stretched in another direction again.

The hickey seemed to give birth to a rose, which grew along the neck, bloomed on the collarbone and chest, and formed a bright red bud on the ribs.He couldn't help stroking the trembling flower branch, and the buds in full bloom were about to reach the trembling calf.

Under the fingertips, even the blood vessels are trembling.

Jiang Yu could no longer resist the raging heat wave in his head.

He threw away the paintbrush, and pressed a bruise on the boy's waist that hadn't had time to color it.

The painting is sticky.

The picture frame was grasped by a sweaty hand, and the ring on the fifth finger was a little scary.The horn suddenly shook violently.

The oil painting with wet paint uses many techniques to blur the outline of the dark part, forming an uncertain virtual reality.

The young man sits in the center of the canvas.The direct light forms an almost fiery chiaroscuro contrast on his cheeks, shoulders and toes, like a ray of morning light penetrating a shabby room.

The color blocks in the background are made of gray, and have not undergone any detailed processing, only outlining some vague geometric shapes.

A new wave disrupted thoughts.

At the moment when one after another violent wave came, my fingers scratching in vain accidentally squeezed into a tube of Indian red.

It seems to be looking for a fulcrum, looking for everything that can be clinged to, and scratching and wiping the ground with fingers.

Sweat splashed from the palm, and the dark red paint splashed, and even the nails were stained with the color of rose flowers.

The owner of the hand seemed to be enduring an unimaginable impact, and blue blood vessels were obviously protruding from the skin.

But what can fingers grasp?A crumbling picture frame?still--

In an instant, consciousness was stripped away by something.

With a low cry of pain, trembling fingertips unconsciously grabbed the canvas.Its owner straightened his body and squeezed the edge of the picture frame tightly.

And when the next second came, the finger fell down feebly, leaving a mark on the corner of the boy's lips in the painting, which was shockingly red.