Red dust kills beauty

44. Earrings, finger rings and picture book①

Ruan Xian'an didn't stay in Yanbei for long and left. Before he left, he vaguely asked me to look up a certain bombing incident 14 years ago.

"This is a message from 'you'. I wanted to come here, but I agreed to pass on this message. That's all for now, I can't say anything else."

If there is one bombing case in 14 that impresses me, there is only one—the big explosion in the research institute mentioned by Fu Baixue, where he met a witch businessman.

But that seems to be top-secret information. I have inquired about it privately for a long time but there is no clue. On Fu Baixue's side, I was worried that he would notice something, so I didn't dare to inquire further. The situation suddenly became stalemate.

At the same time, another thing happened that gave me a headache.

On my lower back, a mark appeared.The shape is a circle with a black dot in the circle, surrounded by an equilateral triangle, like a strange eye.

The witch merchant's reaction when he saw it for the first time was very strange. As if he was relieved, he kept pressing his fingers on it, and complained in a childish voice: "Why did it appear...it scared me to death, I thought I was mistaken..."

I think of the big change in the attitude of future witch merchants, because one day I saw something on the lower back.I can't see that location, but it is said to be a totem in the shape of an eye.

I didn't understand it before, but now I have a guess.

Fu Baixue's ability is to manipulate time. What he shows seems to be to manipulate the time of the object itself, or increase or decrease, but this is actually a positive influence, but in the opposite direction.

What if he could also bestow negative influences?Let the time of the object and the surrounding environment repel, then, will that person go back to the past?

If so, it all makes sense.

I am afraid that the totem has not been revealed before, because it has not been activated.But what is the condition for activating it, I still don't know very well - it seems to be related to the bondage Ruan Xian'an imposed on me.

As soon as he appeared, this thing also appeared.

But I don't plan to tell the witch merchant about this, lest he cause trouble.This man is too difficult to control.

So I could only play dumb and asked him what was on my waist.

The witch merchant has never planned to ask me to "confess his relatives". He seems to have accepted his fate and firmly believes that I just forgot him, so he didn't say anything, but smiled and said: "I secretly tattooed you in the middle of the night."

We cooperated tacitly to pretend to be stupid to each other, and the atmosphere was harmonious and harmonious.

In the midst of laughter, the new year is here again.

A world-wide war has directly set back the development of the world for a century.Human beings finally got rid of the fear of natural disasters, and now they have fallen back to the predicament of relying on the sky for food.

Fortunately, the weather has been good for the past two years, and the harvest in the fields has been good, so there is no need to worry that the people below will not have enough to eat.

Probably because of the good sunshine, Wu Shang and Zhaoyao are also tall like straws in the field, and they look different every day.

I'm not reconciled, Zhaoyao is fine, Wushang is a malnourished Alpha, why did he catch the tail of youth and develop a second wave?

Every time I see him passing Zhaoyao and me intentionally or unintentionally, with obvious mocking eyes, I feel angry, let alone Zhaoyao.

Because this person was too much to beat, Zhao Yao directly surpassed her old master Bai Xue and listed the witch merchant as the number one target to defeat.

The witch merchant smiled and pressed Zhaoyao's head, and compared the two of them exaggeratedly: "When you are taller than me, think about it so much, little one!"

Zhaoyao blushed with anger, he was only three centimeters shorter than the witch merchant now, but he was always three centimeters shorter than the other party, it was really shocking to think about it.

I couldn't bear to watch it, and half-truth spoiled it: "Azhao, ignore him. You are still young, and you must be the tallest one in the future."

I still remember the shock in my heart when I saw Zhaoyao for the first time in the future. When he stood in front of me, I almost thought I saw a towering tree walking.

The witch merchant said dissatisfiedly, "You're partial to Ah Zhao again!"

I rolled my eyes: "Adults who bully children early because of their development are trash."

His eyes are wide open, like a cat trying to prove his innocence after overturning a water glass: "I don't have it—and I'm only four years older than him, and I'm a child too!"

There is no child who presses the grass at night.

I said coldly, "Shut up."

My eccentricity made the witch merchant even more unwilling, and frantically made trouble for Zhaoyao.To be honest, the childishness of his methods is no different from that of a boy in kindergarten who wants to attract the attention of the little girl he likes.

...It is a little subtle to understand why so many people in Yu Jingchun in the future beat them both.

For example, I still don't understand why the witch merchant can say that he hates Azhao while leaning over to kiss him.

But adults and children look at things from different angles. I think they have a good relationship, but Zhaoyao is going to annoy the witch merchant to death.

When I was giving them a practical lesson, after the witch merchant provoked Zhaoyao with trash talk again, the little boy finally broke out.

"Zhaozhao is so weak." Wu Shang idly sat on Zhaoyao's back with his legs crossed.Zhaoyao had just been beaten so badly that she couldn't move, but just as she raised her head and was about to curse at someone, she was slammed into the ground by the witch merchant.

The young man was still whistling cheerfully, with a lively and unbeatable expression: "I can't hit~ I can't hit~"

I stretched my waist, and comforted me casually: "It's okay, Azhao, you're just young—return..."

Before the words fell, Zhaoyao took advantage of the moment when the witch merchant was distracted, exerted strength from her waist, and like a little leopard, knocked the witch merchant over, and slammed the witch merchant in the face with her fist: "Say—don't put me, Be a child! Child! Child!"

As the voice fell, I sensitively sensed a wave of green and familiar pheromones.Like unripe berries, unbrewed wine, coveted, but can't bear to exploit early.

He wants to divide.But now is not the time, he has just celebrated his 15th birthday.

As I said before, the time for the Great Alpha to diverge is either very early or very late. 15 years old is enough for an average A, but not enough to hatch a big Alpha.The reason why the Shaman is obviously thinner than the Alpha of the same age, and why I always say that he is malnourished, is because he differentiated early.

In the past few years, I have provided him with rich clothes and fine food, and later I have devoted myself to researching recipes, and I also want to make up for him.

The Alpha who has been ripened in advance only needs one witch merchant, I don't want Zhaoyao to follow in his brother's footsteps.

I quickly took the inhibitor from upstairs, and before Zhaoyao understood the situation, I stuck a needle in the back of Zhaoyao's neck.He struggled uneasily, and was pinned down by the neck of the witch merchant: "Be honest!"

I glanced at the swollen corners of the witch merchant's lips, and suppressed a smile: "It seems that Ah Zhao didn't know what to do just now."

It will take some time for the inhibitor to take effect, but Zhaoyao's pheromones are getting stronger and stronger, like a flower bud eager to try, eager to bloom.I tore off the collar, unable to stand the stimulation, my face became a little hot.

The witch merchant's face darkened instantly: "You go first, I will deal with it."

"No, I don't feel relieved if I don't see it with my own eyes. What if he also decomposes into a sick chicken?"

"..." The witch merchant's dark pupils contracted, and he suddenly smiled, "Why, are you afraid that the grain reserves will also become inferior?"

Why is this problem again.Won't the witch merchant get tired of holding back and forth?

I can't understand why he started to be awkward again, "I'm too lazy to talk about you," I said impatiently, "I don't have time to argue with you now, Ah Zhao's affairs are more important--A Zhao, don't eavesdrop on gossip, it will choke you Take back the pheromones!"

After a waste of effort, we finally made Zhaoyao calm down, and the pheromones hibernated back into the body.I was about to turn around and give the witch merchant a high-five, but I saw him pull his face, pass me by indifferently, and walk away.

I frowned: "Is he sick?"

Zhaoyao pressed the back of her swollen neck, with an expression of understanding and ignorance.

As expected, we had another fight that night.The witch merchant pressed me on the bed: "Why are you always so partial?"

Am I biased?I don't think so.I've slept with the witch merchant, if I say I'm partial, it's also partial to him, right?

But the witch merchant didn't think so. He seemed to have made up his mind to make me realize my "mistake". After that night, he started to treat me coldly.

I always feel that the ring I gave him gave him confidence.Now he has a lot more headaches than before, which can be quite annoying sometimes to be honest.But I would rather have this kind of embarrassment on the table than the various cautious temptations in the past.

About a week after this incident, I got up early one morning, opened the cloakroom and saw that Zhaoyao was standing in front of a huge full-length mirror, pinching her earlobe and checking his earholes.

I always remember his first ear piercing, which was done to please me.We were still living in Shuilongpo at that time, and he came back with earrings as a half-grown child, and asked me shyly if I looked good.

I also always remember his second ear piercing, which I did myself.At that time, I pressed him who had grown up against the wall, and with subtle malice in my arms, I wiped away the blood that was flowing down from his skin.

The future me knows nothing about everything, and the past Zhaoyao has simple and straightforward feelings. They don't understand what they are doing.But I am an adult, and I understand the hidden thoughts behind these actions.

So I deliberately ignored this incident, which is unethical.unethical.shameful.

When I realized what scene I had bumped into, I subconsciously wanted to close the door and exit, but Zhaoyao said strangely: "Why are you going out, they are all men. And I am not changing clothes, you just need to use them."

This cloakroom was originally mine, because the clothes Fu Baixue sent were precious and expensive, so they had to be taken care of.Later, the witch merchant became a social person and had to tidy himself up, so he used it.Later, the kid Zhaoyao also became smug, and it became a public cloakroom.

He is really too slow.

It would be strange not to go in now, so while I was looking for clothes, I asked, "What's wrong with your ears?"

Because my back was facing him, I was taken aback when I turned around and saw his head leaning towards him.

Zhaoyao was already taller than me, he lowered his head and pulled his ears for me, and said a bit distressed: "Brother, help me see if there is inflammation inside."

I looked up and looked carefully: "It seems to be a little bit, the back here is suppurated-did you sleep with earrings on again last night?"

If the physique is too good, there will be rejection. I remember Zhaoyao's other pierced ear was like that.I didn't let him take off the earrings, so he really didn't take them off, and the earholes kept healing and being torn, and until I died, they were still inflamed intermittently.

Zhaoyao scratched her head: "I forgot to take it off in the shower."

I patted him on the back reproachfully: "Apply some medicine later."

He nimbly dodged it, and then stretched his waist. His young and healthy body exuded vigorous vitality, like a vigorous poplar.The witch merchant is always envious and jealous of him, and has distorted liking and yearning for him, probably because Zhaoyao has a brilliant vitality that none of us have.

Every branch, every branch and leaf of this sapling is eagerly sprouting. Just looking at him, you can feel how strongly he longs for sunshine and rain, and he is not afraid of wind, frost and blizzard.

How can such pure beauty not be pitied?

He touched the empty earlobe on the other side, like an unsuspecting silly dog, and kept wagging his tail at me, and said cheerfully: "I always think it's weird to only have one side, brother, please help me put the other side together." Hit it too."

I was silent for a moment: "Why do you want me to call you?"

Zhaoyao was stunned by my question: "What's the reason? I just want you to hit me."

What a silly dog.

Sighing, I beckoned him to sit on the stool, and got rubbing alcohol to dab his infected piercing.

"Don't make adults so worried all the time."

I still wanted to preach, but Zhaoyao grabbed my wrist, frowned and asked, "Why do you always talk about me?"

What happened recently, the witch merchant complained that I was biased, and Zhaoyao complained that I took too much control. Could it be that being rejected by the children in the family is the sad fate of being a husband at home.

"It's not this..." He struggled to organize his words, "It's not that you think you're too strict...but, why are you only treating me like this? Your subordinates are still witch merchants and teachers, you never put on this kind of elder style on purpose. Why do you only treat me like this? Especially this week, you have been lecturing me."

I was speechless.

Because—I don’t want to admit it anymore, Zhaoyao has grown up too, he is about to become an Alpha, and I am an Omega that cannot be marked.Establishing my elder brother's authority before Zhaoyao realizes it, and letting him subconsciously kick me out of the hunting target is a tacit understanding between me, the witch merchant, and Fu Baixue.

But I can't tell him these things, so I just perfunctory in my usual tone: "Because you are still young."

"I'm not young!" he exclaimed angrily.

Those who yell that they are not young are all children.On the contrary, a mature adult like a witch merchant would only yell that he was still a child and hadn't grown up yet.

He sat on the stool, obediently asked me to disinfect, and complained that I treated him as a child. His two long legs dangled and moved restlessly.

"But I still really want you to call me." He muttered dejectedly, "You also praised me for being handsome."

...Although it is very inappropriate, for a moment, I did think of the century-old copper-smelting classic "Lolita".

How similar his innocent posture is to the ignorant girl who is applying bright lipstick to the mirror.

It is a very fulfilling thing to leave an indelible mark on a teenager who belongs to him.But I'm not Humbert and don't want to ruin my Lolita.

"...is very handsome." I gently twirled Zhaoyao's earlobe, resisting the desire to leave something behind, and only sighed with a smile, "I'm sorry, Azhao, I was wrong. You have grown up. "

After changing my clothes, I walked out of the fitting room, keenly aware of the pheromone remaining at the door, but that person had already left.

It is the pheromone of the witch merchant, full of anger, anxiety, depression, and the expulsion of another Alpha.

"..."

I stood where he was standing and looked in, but all I could see was a closed door.

I don't know how long he stayed here and what he was thinking about.

As a result, that night, Zhaoyao, who had sworn that she grew up, called me and said incoherently that the witch merchant had been sent to the hospital by him.

"What's the matter?" I thought to myself, how can you, a rookie who hasn't differentiated yet, beat too big Alpha, it's outrageous.

Zhaoyao's voice panicked a lot: "Today I robbed the territory from the Self-Defense Forces... I won the battle, I was very happy, and then held a celebration banquet... The second child drank a lot, and I drank a lot, too. And then...then..."

He said a bit ashamedly: "He asked me if he wanted to help me eat meat... He said, 'You are not young anymore, try something very comfortable' or something..."

"..." I took a deep breath and pressed my temple that was throbbing with pain, "So, did you do it?"

God what's up with this double cuckold feeling.

"No, no?" His voice sounded a little uncertain, and the young man who lacked sex education said confusedly, "Shouldn't it be counted? Hugging together counts?"

That depends on what kind of "holding method".

I was so stuffed that I wanted to die on the spot, so I heard Zhaoyao stammering: "Well, we are all drunk, and then he said that he needs to anoint himself with oil when doing this kind of thing. I thought he would anoint himself, but he wants to anoint me. wipe-