love nowhere

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01

Qi Kang pushed open the door of the van, and said to Zhuang Tianming in the passenger seat: "Let's go."

Zhuang Tianming smiled and motioned the driver to drive, the car started, and Xie Yao's tall and straight figure appeared in his sight through the rearview mirror.

"Won't you say goodbye to your roommate?"

"no need."

Qi Kang leaned against the car window, aimlessly watching the movement of the scenery outside.

He didn't have that much affection for Xie Yao.

Qi Kang emphasized himself.

After all, body temperature will change with the contact between the body and the outside world. The throbbing in his heart and inexplicable dependence are all illusions brought about by the high-pressure training in the training camp. He can wake up after sleeping in the mental space.

But Wang Ran said he likes Xie Yao.

Xie Yao said that he didn't know that Wang Ran liked him.

"I like it..." Qi Kang bowed his head.

In his cognition, he is a monster educated by a perverted murderer, violent and indifferent.After escaping from the basement, in order to cater to the eyes of others, a small flower popped out of his head, grew taller, and gave birth to Wang Ran.

If Zhuang Xiang can't be found all the time, the two personalities will stay together for a lifetime, and they are not considered lonely.But what if you find it...

What Wang Ran wrote in his diary reminded Qi Kang that he had thought of going to hell with Zhuang Xiang before, but he ignored that his younger brother should also have the right to choose.

In the hospital, he warned Wang Ran not to think about having an operation.

Now he doesn't want Wang Ran and Xie Yao to get involved.

"Too selfish." Qi Kang muttered to himself.

The more he thought about it, the heavier his eyelids became, and finally he leaned back in the chair and fell into a short sleep.

Zhuang Tianming raised his head, and the sleeping face of a young man was reflected in the small mirror.The face that looked fierce in the past is now a little softer.

Like some kind of big dog sleeping.

He waved to the driver, "Pull over."

Zhuang Tianming got out of the car and opened the door, "Bang."

He glanced at Qi Kang, this kind of movement did not wake him up, it seemed that he was really tired from the intensive training in the training camp.

Duan Qingshan asked his superior in a daze, "What's wrong with you, why did you stop suddenly?"

"You go and sit in front."

Duan Qingshan looked back and forth between Qi Kang and Zhuang Tianming, and sat down in the front seat obediently after a few seconds.

Zhuang Tianming smelled the quiet and sweet scent of Mizusawa Magnolia again.

The car started, and due to the inertia, the young man's body fell towards him, his hair rubbing against his neck, and he could see the slightly longer and docile eyelashes on the side of his head, just like in the theater at that time.

Trembling like a butterfly flapping its wings.

Such adjectives should not have appeared on Qi Kang.This young man is tall and athletic. Judging from his body size, he should have kept exercising all year round, and his body fat rate would be frighteningly low.

Zhuang Tianming was silent, put his palm on Qi Kang's thigh, and felt the firm muscles with his fingers.

- "What exactly do you want?"

"What is your purpose in making this series of plans to provoke him?"

There were two voices in his heart, both questioning Zhuang Tianming at the same time.

He seemed a little unclear about himself.

The van drove into a wide field, and the wheels rolled over the gravel on the ground, making a "squeak" sound.

"arrive."

Zhuang Tianming got out of the car first, took out a lady's cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and waited for the young man to get off.

"It's too open." Qi Kang scanned the environment with calm amber eyes.

Zhuang Tianming knew what he was talking about.

The venue was so empty that there was nothing but the loess under his feet. If Qi Kang was really required to prepare for a bullfighting performance, this place was obviously not suitable.

He pointed to an abrupt small house next to him, "Go in and take a look at your clothes first."

Qi Kang was a little uncomfortable with Zhuang Tianming's state.This man no longer hinted frivolously at him, nor did he show the arrogance that a superior can play with a lower-ranking person.

This is strange.

He straightened his sweater and hat, and walked into the small house with Duan Qingshan.

The room was old with cracks in the walls and corners and all kinds of black spots all over the ceiling.

The little assistant went straight to the closet and took out a matador costume from it.

The dress was embroidered with delicate scales, glittering with gold, and the tassels on the shoulder straps swayed with the movements of the assistant.

"Would you like to try it?"

"it is good."

02

Zhuang Tianming was outside to discuss the recording matters of the program group.

The camera was set up in the designated area, and several staff members dragged heavy tent bags on the open space in the distance to work on the temporary accommodation for the past few days.

According to the normal program arrangement, they don't need to guard Qi Kang all day to record, but Zhuang Tianming strongly requested that at least two people stay behind.

A man with a handsome face walked towards Zhuang Tianming, and he greeted the producer with a distinctive Huaguo tone, "Hello."

"Hello."

This man is Critobal from Spain. He was born in a traditional bullfighting family. Since he was a child, he has practiced dodging movements when waving a red cloth or cape to lure bulls to attack. Until today, he has won many ribbons representing the glory of bullfighters.

"Which trainee is going to do bullfight training?" Critobal asked.

"No, look inside for clothes." Zhuang Tianming raised his chin and pointed to the old house.

Critobal rubbed his hands, "Ming, where is the place where the bull is placed, can I have a look first?"

"The bullpen is behind the field."

Zhuang Tianming knew that the bullfighter from Spain wanted to take a look at the performance bulls, so he led them around to the rear bullpen.

"Oh my God." Critobal couldn't help exclaiming when he saw the bull.

Traditional Spanish bullfighting performances generally use violent North African bulls, which are bred by special training grounds and can be used for competitions after four to five years.

What he saw now was a pure-blooded North African bull. Every strong muscle on its body showed wildness, and the rage and aggressiveness flowed through its veins.

"How many kilograms is it?"

"five hundred."

Critobal opened his mouth wide, he began to regret taking this commission.

At that time, the commission description was written in a cryptic manner. He thought it was just a house-keeping performance, so he gritted his teeth and accepted the commission for his livelihood.

But that's not the case right now, but it's not that simple in terms of the configuration of the Bulls.

A talent show unexpectedly wants trainees to master bullfighting skills in a short period of time, and broadcast the performance live on the Internet.This is not only an insult to his proud career, but more importantly, he is not ashamed of the program group's practice of disregarding human life in order to attract attention.

Critobal looked serious, he asked Zhuang Tianming: "Are you trying to kill that trainee?"

"He volunteered."

"It's not even voluntary. In less than a week, he may not even learn all the basic skills. How can he perform on stage?"

"Ming, with all due respect, you guys should change to another show, it will kill people."

Bullfighting performances are brutal and bloody.

During Critobal's career, he has seen many colleagues pay multiple times of pain, even life, for grand bullfighting performances.

Countless blood lessons told him that bullfighting can make an excellent bullfighter become a rich man admired by thousands of people, and it can also make a person lose the ability to take care of himself and become a useless person.

The Spaniard said: "Behind every outstanding bullfighter who becomes a multi-millionaire, there are hundreds of bullfighters who fell on the way to the top."

But letting an idol trainee who can only sing and dance on stage fall on this path is no different from murder.

"I want to see it." The cigarette between Zhuang Tianming's fingers fell to ashes.

The moment Zhuang Tianming spoke, he was slightly startled, as if he himself did not expect to say this sentence.

Critobal's eyes widened, and he said incredulously, "Please repeat what you just said, my Chinese is not very good."

"I want to see him face death."

Facing the experienced matador, he ordered in a confused manner, "Please act according to the contract and don't have so many problems, otherwise you will know the consequences."

Critobal remembered the countless zeros behind the liquidated damages, and fell silent in shame.

03

Zhuang Tianming was taken by his uncle to watch several videos of bullfighting performances when he was a child. The essence of this competitive sport is the slaughter of wild animals by higher animals. Instinctive blood.

After transplanting Zhuang Xiang's heart, Zhuang Tianming naturally has that memory of Qi Kang.

My uncle took Qi Jinan's children thousands of miles away to watch a real bullfight performance.

——"Did you know? This bull was domesticated by people. Human beings easily add the pleasure of killing higher animals to tame domestic animals."

——"People are also divided into grades, powerful and powerful people can play with lowly waste, and even perform grand hunting like this."

How did the young Qi Kang answer back then?

Zhuang Tianming frowned. The cigarette between his fingers had burned to the end and burned his skin, but he didn't feel it.

On the surrounding grounds, people of all kinds moved back and forth, hammering on the planks with hammers in their hands, and gradually built two-meter-high thick wooden walls and passages to separate the site from the outside world.

Suddenly, Zhuang Tianming seemed to sense something, he glanced at the crowd, and a golden figure appeared in his eyes.

The matador costume on the young man is inlaid with gold edging and beautiful ornaments, shining brightly.His amber eyes are quiet and shining, bathed in the sunlight, like a figure made by the collision of countless oil paints, with distinct color blocks, exuding a wildness that makes people unable to move their eyes away.

just perfect.

Zhuang Tianming's heart was beating vigorously.

When my uncle was young, he met Qi Jin'an, who was amazing all his life. He had buried him in his heart for many years, but finally broke out, expressing his love in a sick way.

After that, he brought Qi Kang, who stayed on the scene, home to raise him.

Qi Kang has a pair of amber eyes very similar to his father, he is not noisy, and he follows along with a low eyebrow.

The uncle is often immersed in the memories of the past, puts his hands on the seat, taps gently, and whispers what he wants to Qi Jinan: "It would be great if you could understand my love."

Every time he looked into Qi Kang's eyes, he would silently think: What if those eyes were not filled with hatred?What would happen if this child was raised to be a murderous maniac like himself?Will Jin An understand his love?

Then uncle died.

He inherited his uncle's heart, and naturally also inherited those crazy wills.

He deserves Qi Kang.

Everything suddenly became clear.

Zhuang Tianming unconsciously took steps toward the young man.

It's not that he doesn't love Qi Kang, he fell in love with him when he saw those eyes in his uncle's memory.

This series of plans are all caused by my uncle's will, but he contributed to the situation intentionally or unintentionally to make things come to this point.

In fact, he also wanted to repeat what happened back then, and then inherit the ending of my uncle and Qi Jin'an.

He put his strong love on Qi Kang's misfortune, and when death came, he would crush the young man's corpse and swallow it into his own body.

"I want to see it." Zhuang Tianming's eyes were red, and there was a trace of fascination in his eyes.

He wanted to torture Qi Kang.

He wants to see him die.