Red dust kills beauty

[-]. White Album⑤

Since moving here to live with me, the originally gloomy and mean witch merchant has rapidly completed his evolution.He is still gloomy, mean, and bitter in nature, but he has learned to coat the outside with a layer of sugar, and has become a person who is jumpy and active at first glance.

...it's just too fake.

Originally, I didn't want to care much about the jealousy among the children, but the witch merchant is like a cat testing the owner's tolerance limit, it is too noisy, I don't want to let him bully Zhaoyao anymore.

I put down the bowl and chopsticks, and held down Zhaoyao who was about to jump over to beat someone——Zhaoyao looked over in aggrieved and astonished eyes, "It's fine if you don't help me get ahead, why don't you let me find a place for myself?" complaint.

I wiped my mouth with a tissue: "Azhao, eat well, I'll talk to the witch merchant."

After our relationship eased, I always called Wu Shang "Xiao Shang" - he asked for it one day, because his teacher also called him that - after I called him by his first name this time, it was obvious Seeing the witch merchant's back tightened, as if he was receiving a whip from me.

Even before reprimanding him, he had already started to suffer.

...so why?Why does the witch merchant do these childish things over and over again when he knows that I will be unhappy, Zhaoyao will be unhappy, and he will also be unhappy?

Omitting the meaningless preaching that each other knew well, I asked directly: "What are you thinking?"

The witch merchant's eyes glanced over Zhaoyao, whose ears were pricked up, without saying a word.I understood, and directly dragged the person upstairs.

The condition of the house is not very good, there is not even a stool in the bedroom.After sitting down on the bed, I said, "Let's talk."

After such a long relationship, it is enough for me to understand that the witch merchant is a person who hates being honest and honest. It is more difficult for him to take the initiative to explain his inner activities than to kill him.

He took off his exaggerated expression like a mask, looked at me for a while, and then asked, "You really don't understand?"

Why do you understand?I don't think there's that level of understanding between us.I rubbed my forehead and confirmed: "Wait, Wu Shang, you don't really think of me as your adoptive father, do you?"

I still don’t know where I fell into his eyes, but it’s either, I’m different from his teacher, I don’t have that deep affection for him, and I don’t intend to live up to his expectations.

It's probably mean to say that, but I feel like there's an unspoken deal between us.I gave him a dream of chasing the shadows of his predecessors, and he gave me his wit and his body.There may be a little sincerity in it, but it will never affect each other's principles.

But now I realize that I took it for granted, passionate teenagers cannot control their emotions as freely as adults.From the time he started to imitate my behavior, I should have thought that he shouldn't be so close to me.

Probably because I was too easy to talk a while ago, which made him have an illusion.I should wake him up.

I observed his face, adjusted my tone, how vicious it was: "You don't take it for granted that, like him, I will give you all care and love without reservation, and will always stand by your side unconditionally? "

"........."

"The dead should not be chased, Xiao Shang." I held his face in my hands, and said softly, "Your teacher is already dead, so you should wake up quickly."

His pale and handsome face was held in my palm, in a completely weak posture, and I clearly saw a look of extreme pain for a moment - it was very, very painful, so painful that there was no way to hide it.

I let him go, closed the door, and left him alone in the dark to lick his wounds.

When I went downstairs, Zhaoyao was still sitting at the dining table, looking a little restless.

I smiled and said, "What's wrong?"

He asked me, "Did you hit him?"

I recalled the expression of the witch merchant at that time, and said as if pointing: "Well, yes, I was beaten very badly."

Zhaoyao didn't show the elated expression I thought.He pursed his lips and muttered in a low voice, "It deserves it."

I observed him carefully and carefully.

Zhaoyao and Wu Shang are two completely opposite people in terms of personality and behavior.After experiencing the cruelty and indifference of the witch merchants, it is difficult to remain calm in the face of Zhaoyao's innocence and kindness.I even understand why the stinky place like Shuilongpo gave birth to such a silly and sweet person like Zhaoyao?

I asked Zhaoyao: "Why are you unhappy? He treats you like that, often provokes and insults you, and seeing him being punished, shouldn't you laugh?" It is certain that if they switch positions now, I will use words It was Zhaoyao who was humiliated, and the witch merchants would definitely applaud and watch the fun with relish.

Zhaoyao showed a slightly confused expression.He looked at me not quite understanding, his eyes were as clean and clear as ever.

"Why should I be happy?"

Because there are still many things to be busy in the Self-Defense Forces, I was going back yesterday, but I was forced to stay overnight by the witch merchants. Now it is getting late, I hurried to the Self-Defense Forces after breakfast.

Before I left, I told Zhaoyao: "Xiao Shang's mood will not be very good these two days. If he doesn't want to teach you, then forget it. I'll come back and teach you. If he is even more eccentric, don't hold back, just go straight to him. Just go back."

Zhaoyao was stunned, with a stinky expression: "Isn't he my second brother?"

I got stuck all of a sudden—why, although Zhaoyao was very displeased with the witch merchant, did she already treat him as a family member in her heart?Isn't this kid a little too sincere! ?

Rarely, I didn't know what to say, and felt ashamed from the bottom of my heart. Under his puzzled expression of "what the hell are you doing?", I ran away in a rather embarrassing manner.

Zhaoyao: "...?"

When we got to the base, I talked about it with Fu Baixue. Lao Bai supported his head and couldn't help laughing.

I was determined to win some goodwill for my child, so I reached out and pinched his sleeve, shook it slightly, and said in a coquettish tone: "Old Bai, Zhaoyao is such an honest and kind child, who has talent and is willing to work hard, really Don't you like it? It shouldn't be, you are so patient with the monkeys in our team, why is our Zhao Zhao not the one you like?"

It's late autumn, what Fu Baixue is wearing today is a sky blue long gown with bamboo branches embroidered on the shoulders, and a dark black jacket over it.The cuffs of the gown were tight, and when I was tugging, my fingers lightly rubbed against the skin between his wrists.

Fu Baixue turned her wrist slightly, avoiding my touch as if unintentionally.

"From the bottom of my heart, I don't hate Zhaoyao." His gaze also avoided mine, and then, as if thinking of something, he abruptly changed the subject, "By the way, the clothes you ordered have arrived. We were originally The one on me arrived at the same time, but you had already gone to Shuilongpo when you got it."

Fu Baixue and I ordered our clothes from the same tailor shop. As a Beta, the boss has awakened supernatural powers, but it’s just to strengthen his eyesight. clothing.The blue uniform worn by the young people below is exactly what the boss painted.

Although they are all wearing clothes that are not fashionable now, but Lao Bai mostly wears long gowns and green shirts, and I am much more unruly. As long as the style is beautiful, the color is bright, and it is wide, I like it.

Coincidentally, the clothes sent over there this time are also sky blue and dark black, the same material as Fu Baixue's, but mine is black inside. It's a cross-neck blouse with floral trousers , and the long hexagram on the lapel of azure.

Compared with Fu Baixue's extremely simple long gown, this outfit seems to have exhausted the boss's life's skills. It is obviously light in color, but it is full of vitality set off by the luxuriant gold and silver embroidery threads.Well, it's the smell I like.

I was about to take off my clothes to try on immediately, Fu Baixue was also very familiar with it, and helped me put it on.

When I was wearing a blouse, I gathered my slightly long hair to the side, exposing the back of my neck.Fu Baixue, who was folding clothes at the side, paused for a moment, his gaze stopped there and did not move.

"Are you looking for a witch merchant?" He asked knowingly.

"That's right." I put the colorful coat on my body, trying to put on a nonchalant expression, "After all, it's a 100% fit rate, so you don't need it for nothing."

"..." He didn't speak.

I didn't turn my head, but I could feel his gaze resting on my hair, shoulders, and finally the back of my neck for a long time.

It's time to clarify some things.I thought about my words and said to Fu Baixue: "Old Bai, thank you for your help when I was in heat. But in the future, you shouldn't need to find someone again."

Fu Baixue stretched out his hand, I thought for a moment that he was going to hit me, my shoulders couldn't help shrinking.But he just pulled out the hair that was pressed in the clothes for me, and smoothed it out very gently.

I felt his extremely suppressed emotions again, like magma rushing under a thick rock layer.I have vaguely noticed this feeling of repression, patience, and restraint many times, but I still don't understand what Fu Baixue is enduring and why.

"..."

"..."

His body temperature is not like Zhaoyao, who is always like a small warm stove; nor is his body temperature like a cold-blooded snake like a witch merchant, he has always been stable.The skin of that finger touched my neck, if there was nothing there, it was slightly hot.

It has been like this for so many years.

We used to sleep together in a tent on the battlefield.The temperature difference between day and night is always great, and I was so cold that I went straight into his arms. Occasionally, when I was half asleep and half awake, I could feel Fu Baixue's slightly warm body temperature and his steady breathing on my neck.

Did I have any expectations?I couldn't tell, I just muttered vaguely, exposed my neck, and buried it deeper into his arms.

But Fu Baixue never did anything.For so many years, it has never happened.

Just like his answer when he was questioned by the witch merchant, if he had thought of something, how could it be the turn of the witch merchant?

But after we tried each other and spent so long with each other, and I had completely lost my temper with him, I found out that he had been putting up with it—this was so interesting, I almost felt so funny that I wanted to laugh.

His fingers pulled away from my hair, but did not leave, but lingered nearby.

I pulled down the complicated clothes I just put on, and exposed the back of my neck again, so that the teeth marks left by the witch merchant clearly fell into his eyes.His fingers finally found a place to go, and the pads of his fingers gently stroked the skin there, as if flattening a section of crumpled satin.

"See clearly?" I asked with a bit of subtle malice and revenge.

"..."

Fu Baixue didn't speak, but her fingertips pressed harder on the back of my neck, as if trying to poke a hole out of the tooth marks.

I suddenly felt bored again, hastily gathered up my clothes, and prepared to leave.

But Fu Baixue stopped me, a little flame rose in my heart, and I deliberately asked angrily, "What are you doing?"

He pursed his thin lips, meticulously tidying up the clothes I had sloppily put on.When he knelt down to straighten my trousers, I wanted to kick him, but I held back.It's not my job to treat a close friend like that.

I attribute all my ups and downs today to Omega's fucking menstrual period.

His steady voice sounded from his feet: "How many times have I said that the trousers of this kind of clothes should be tidied up so as not to fall."

"..."

I suddenly remembered why I liked wearing such troublesome clothes so much in the beginning.

"Have you seen the design drawing of the Self-Defense Force uniform? I think the blue uniform looks pretty good."

I vaguely remember it was early summer and late spring, in the courtyard where Fu Baixue lived.I was lying on Fu Baixue's lap, holding the sketch drawn by the tailor shop owner in my hand, I stretched my arms and came to Fu Baixue: "Look at it, look at it."

Fu Baixue leaned back slightly, waving the cattail fan for me: "You just make the decision."

I touched my chin: "But in this case, don't we have to lead by example? But I think your face and your figure don't match this kind of uniform."

Fu Baixue has a good temper: "What do you want?"

I rolled my eyes and landed on the beads on his wrist.At that time, we were not as rich as we are now, and the stones given to him were just bloodstones.In my impression, it seemed that I gave these to him for the first time, and I didn’t understand at all.

"I think you are more suitable to wear a long shirt."

Fu Baixue finally agreed to give me a look. He was so entangled with his true feelings: "Long shirt? It's not bad, but it always feels strange to wear that to play the guitar."

"Wear it as you like, I want to see it." I encouraged, "The big deal is to change your outfit when you have a side job, such as dyeing your hair with grandma's gray or something. It can also make others unrecognizable, how nice—what would you like to hear? Heavy metal, it really doesn’t suit you at all, in my heart, even if you don’t know how to play the guzheng, you should know how to play the erhu, so what’s the point of playing the electric guitar!?”

He glanced at me: "Secret."

I was angry, and he was still bargaining with me: "What about you? Wearing this to go out now, others will think I'm sick, you can't be beautiful."

I laughed so hard that I almost fell off him, and deliberately said: "No, Lao Bai, I'm not as Buddhist as you, I like flowers. The more colorful, the more I like them."

He was silent.As a result, the next day, he went to the tailor and asked him to make two sets of clothes, one pink and one black.With a smile on his face, he compared the pink suit with the vivid sparrow tail embroidered with gold thread on me: "Is it enough flowers?"

It's really too expensive, I can't bear it.I hid to the side, but Fu Baixue refused to let me go. I was still young at that time, and I had to be shameless. After fighting for a while, I was forced to put it on by him.

"It's such a beauty. Although I'm an Omega, I'm also a man. I really think..." Before he could finish speaking, his voice was silenced under his passionate gaze.That seemed to be the first time I felt such obvious motion from him.

I turned my face away, only to feel that the roots of my ears were also burning, and I asked in a low voice: "...does it look good?"

From the corner of the eye, I saw Fu Baixue's Adam's apple slipped, he squatted down, his slender and powerful hands brushed over my bare ankles, stopped as if there was nothing, and then gently brushed away the flower-like hem of his trousers.

"nice."

All premeditated dharmas are like dream bubbles.

I was fully dressed and turned around in front of Fu Baixue: "Does it look good?"

"..." He straightened up, playing with the bracelet subconsciously.Now I have money, and the stone I gave him has already changed from a chicken bloodstone I grabbed at random to a tourmaline with excellent water head.

In the mirror, we are about the same height, one is wearing a long gown, the other is wearing a big sleeve, and the color of the inner and outer skirts happens to be reversed. We are two completely opposite people.

Fu Baixue finally bent his eyes.

"nice."

Next words: brother and brother③

The witch merchant sneered: "How dare you laugh at Zhaoyao? Are you worthy?"

The author says:

So after Ah Ning's death, Fu Baixue was really stained with grandma's ashes to play the electric guitar.