Dawn After Darkness of Doom

Qi Min went to the kitchen to drink water, and when he returned to the room, he was hugged by the person who was waiting for him, rubbing against his neck lightly, he touched the other person's damp hair, "Again coquettish."

"You are seven years older than me. There's nothing wrong with being coquettish with you." Mo Yin rubbed him a few more times without feeling ashamed, then sat down beside the bed with his arms around him, "Go get a drink and run away Visit other people's rooms."

Before, he obviously hated people telling him his age the most, but now he said it fluently, Qi Min curled up his lips and lay down, pillowing on his lap, "It's great that we can be together like we are now."

"We will always be together like this." Mo Yin leaned on the bed with one hand, and gently stroked his hair with the other. The eyes that fell on the side of his face were gentle, as if staring at the treasures in the world.

Qi Min rubbed his leg, thinking of Cheng Lejie, who was lonely recently, and said: "Sure enough, if there are any problems between partners, they should be clearly explained. It's not a good thing for each other to be entangled and speculate about each other's thoughts."

"Well, you can understand each other only if you don't hide it, and you won't be so desperate." Thinking of the distress he had when he had a crush on this person, Mo Yin smiled and shook his head. People who fall in love are indeed easy to worry about gains and losses.

"Mo Yin." Qi Min suddenly called his name, and after the other party responded, he turned his head slightly to meet his gaze, "Actually, you want to know about me, right?"

In fact, he could see this person's occasional hesitation and refraining from speaking. He also saw it today in the laboratory, but he chose to remain silent every time. Not a good memory.

Seemingly naive and coquettish, sometimes even a little unreasonable, he is caring for him in his own way. These very small tenderness may be missed if you don't pay attention, but he is very fortunate that every time he All held tightly.

He doesn't mind telling the other party all his stories, even though they are boring and the same, but now, he just wants the other party to become the person who knows him best in the world, let him know everything about himself, let him know his What a great redemption it is for me to appear.

Mo Yin's hand stroking his hair stopped, and then gently pinched his earlobe, "If you don't want to talk, then I don't want to hear it. If you want to talk, I will always be here."

The important thing is never the stories that have become the past, but his lover himself. Even if he doesn't know those things in this life, his love for this person will not decrease one iota.

Qi Min grabbed his warm fingers, turned his head sideways, and pressed his face against the opponent's thigh, feeling the familiar body temperature, and felt much more at ease, "There is one thing I just want to tell you alone. , about my mother..."

The hand holding him unconsciously slid between his fingers. Even though he couldn't see his expression clearly, Mo Yin could hear the complicated emotions in his tone, which made him feel infected in his heart at this moment. sad.

"From the time I can remember, I don't have much concept of this word..." Qi Min stared at the nothingness, his eyes were a little blank, and he was caught in some kind of memory, "For me, it's just Two ordinary words, no different from others..."

In fact, to Mo Yin, the word "mother" is also unfamiliar. Except for giving him life, that woman has almost no intersection with his life. What she values ​​will never be his son.

"I never thought that the person who was crowned with these two words would really appear in front of me..." Qi Min's hands tightened a little, and the fingertips holding him turned white, "In such a way Way……"

As I said to them before, since he can remember, he has stayed in a small windowless space. Except for the researchers who occasionally take him to record various data, the most he has seen are various the living dead.

In order to prevent them from rioting or attacking researchers, they will be injected with special injections every time they are taken out of that room, which will make them weak in a short period of time, and they can only maintain normal activities.

His life has always been regular, with rooms, experimental benches, and battle rooms where large-scale killings are carried out. Even if he is conscious, he still lives like a walking dead.

This kind of numbness makes him almost feel no pain when his flesh is cut. He can always remember the knowledge occasionally taught to him by the researchers, but usually he doesn't understand what he wants to express. meaning.

The sky, land, flowers, trees, these things he saw from the images are beautiful, but he can't understand the feeling of being in them. For him, those things are out of reach.

As for words like mother, he was even more incomprehensible, and no one would give him an answer. It was only when he looked at it occasionally that he felt very special, but he didn't understand what it was.

I don't know if it was eight or nine years old or younger, Qi Min doesn't remember anymore, as usual, a low-level living dead was put into the small space he was in, and the green-gray body of the opponent had a large area of ​​rot , with thinning hair messily sticking to the face, it can still be seen that it is a so-called woman.

Like the other living dead, it screamed and rushed towards it as soon as it smelled flesh and blood. Its gray and white eyes were cold and emotionless. It was just a monster whose reason was occupied by appetite.

Qi Min, who has long been accustomed to this kind of sudden attack, didn't panic. His body reacted almost subconsciously faster than his brain. It didn't take much effort to crush its head, and the red and white liquid splashed onto his face. on, was erased expressionlessly.

The researcher who used to stand outside to take notes suddenly squatted down, looked at him inside the metal railing, and told him as if it was a routine, that this experimental subject was his mother, the person who gave him life.

He no longer remembers what was going on in his mind at that time, all he knows is that he stared blankly at the body that could not move at all for a long time, and said to the researchers in his ear that "we will cry, and the emotional response is normal" The words "can be tested in other aspects" seem to be hard to hear.

He looked down at his blood-stained hands, and the pain in his heart was stronger than when the flesh was cut off, which made him feel at a loss for the first time. He didn't understand what was wrong with him, why he was so sad.

"When I met my mother for the first time, I killed her with my own hands." Qi Min's voice was as flat as usual, his eyes were empty, as if he had no emotion, and he was holding the other's hand tightly, It's like clutching at straws.

Mo Yin bent down fiercely and took him into his arms, hugged him with all his strength, buried his head on his neck, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's not your fault..."

He couldn't imagine how the other party, who was still a child at that time, faced all this. Even if he was already an irrational monster, that was the mother who made him born, just like no matter how much he hated Liu Siyun, he never thought about it. to hurt her.

The opponent's body almost contained him completely, allowing Qi Min, who was a little breathless because of those memories, to breathe a sigh of relief. He had suffered countless days and nights after that. At that time, he could only curl up in a corner, unable to breathe. Hold yourself tight.

Maybe it was because of a soft heart, or maybe it was because of some guilt. Afterwards, Professor Li, who learned about the so-called experiment, took him to the video room and showed him the information of his mother. The woman was treated like the mountains and rivers he had seen. It's far away and unfamiliar on the screen, but he doesn't know why his heart hurts when he sees it...

His gaze was fixed on the picture of a woman holding a baby with gentle eyebrows and eyes for a long time, but he couldn't recover. He never knew that he had been looked at by such loving and affectionate eyes. It turned out that there was such a person who loved him in this world.

The name Qi Min was given to him by his mother after he was born. The word "Min" represents the sky. It should be that the other party hopes that he will be free from restraint and live freely in his life. It is a pity that he spent the first 25 years of his life. Did not experience this kind of life.

"It wasn't until I walked out of the laboratory and saw the blue sky that I realized the beautiful meaning of the name she gave me." Qi Min felt the wetness on his neck, and stroked his lover's hair with his backhand to comfort the person who was crying for him.

He originally wanted to bury these past events in his heart for a long time, but he didn't expect that such an important person would appear by his side, and so many trustworthy partners.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't say this to make you sad." Qi Min turned his face slightly, and kissed the ear of the person behind him, "But I just wanted to say it suddenly, and I want you to know."

Entering the laboratory today, in fact, his heart is not as calm as it appears on the surface. Those familiar faces kept reminding him of his past. different.

"No, I want to hear it, as long as it's about you." Mo Yin's voice had a strong nasal tone, he raised his head slightly and placed a kiss on the corner of his lips, with some wetness on his cheeks, "Thank you for being willing to tell me."

Qi Min moved his body, let himself sit sideways on his lap, reached out to wipe off the crystals on his face, and kissed the red and gray eyes, "I didn't even cry, why did you cry like a little cat?" gone."

"You were the one who cried for me before, and it's my turn this time." When his lips left, Mo Yin gently opened his eyes, wrapped his arms around his waist, and put him on his lap again. .

Following his movements, Qi Min put his arms around his neck, leaned his head on his shoulder, and let the other party pat him on the back like coaxing a child, the dull sadness in his heart disappeared little by little, leaving only a faint "Mo Yin, will you love me so much for the rest of your life?"

"Why do you ask that?" Mo Yin stopped patting his hand, looked down at him, and frowned, "Don't you believe me?"

"No, it's just..." Qi Min raised his head to meet his eyes, and tightly wrapped his arms around him, "I used to always think that if one day your liking for me no longer looks like a lover, we will still love you." Being able to stay by each other's side like good friends, I don't care what kind of form it is, as long as you are good, but I am getting greedy now, I want to always be as close as I am now with you, I can't imagine you and others People are like this."

Hearing such a sincere confession from his lover, Mo Yin unconsciously showed a smile on his face. His lover is always very frank, kisses when he wants to kiss, hugs when he wants to hug, and never stingy with his love, "This Apart from you, how can I fall in love with others in my life, you are getting more and more greedy, so why not me. "

Qi Min leaned his head back on his shoulder, and slightly raised the corners of his lips. The two of them have the same feeling for each other, and neither of them can live without the other. I'm afraid they will be entangled to the end in this life.

Mo Yin put his hands through his knees, hugged him horizontally and put him on the bed, leaned over to press him, lowered his head to cover his lips, exchanged a deep kiss, and took a long time to let go, panting slightly, "This kind of I can only do things with you."

For such a beautiful person, he will always cherish him, no matter how dark his past life was, he will illuminate his future path, and he will heal those pains.

Reaching out to grab his collar and drag him back, Qi Min raised his head slightly and kissed him proactively. Being attacked by the other party, he pulled his fingers and slowly let go, and climbed onto his shoulder.

"Tomorrow...go somewhere with me..."

While lips and teeth were intertwined, Mo Yin's voice came to his ears indistinctly, and the person whose consciousness was already a little bit chaotic hummed softly as a response, and was then brought into the wave of sex, unable to think anymore.