Beast

Many years ago, when Cuenca rescued Pero from a predicament with a group of fighting beasts, he said to Pero—"You also need one, and I told you to buy one a long time ago."

Now that the sea has changed, that scene seems like yesterday.

That day, the fighting beast army was like a magic soldier, and wiped out those who assassinated Pero with lightning speed.Their totem writhes on their naked bodies like a banner of inevitable victory.

Later, Perot often wondered if everything started at that time.He saw the glory brought by the fighting beast, and also saw his hope for the future.

Or maybe it was the day when he walked into the black market of fighting beasts for the first time and got a kiss from the lover.Love Saint showed great devotion to Perot, which shocked Perot—it turns out that he can also enjoy such respect.

Of course, it is also possible that he won the first battle with his fighting beast, and his ambition was inflated because of it.He couldn't control it, so he let it proliferate.

Maybe none of them.

The root of all this comes from the hut that was destroyed by a fire, from the father he never met and the mother who left without saying goodbye, from his sense of powerlessness, fear, and never-satisfied sense of security.

So he has been pursuing this kind of thing all his life. Once he holds a corner, he can't let go with his own strength.

He thought a lot, and the time in prison was so abundant that he could straighten out the past several times, and then mess it up again.

Yes, after he surrendered, he was not pardoned.The so-called amnesty only exists in the initial warning, and the consequences of not listening to the warning still have to pay the corresponding price.

But Qing Lan still sold his face, and at the same time, because of the research results of the small island that Cuenka had prepared early, she added a bargaining chip to Pero.

After Qing Lan confiscated all of Perot's property, he was only jailed for three years.And what he can get is the freedom of Cuenca, the freedom of Mario, and the freedom of poets and lovers.

He has no way to refuse anymore, because the consequence of rejection is to catch everything.

That sense of powerlessness still envelops him deeply, lingering in his heart every day during the three years in prison.During this long period of time, no one was allowed to visit the prison, whether it was Love Saint or Cuenca, they were all turned away.

And the government asked Perot to be grateful.

So during those days, Perot had more opportunities to reflect on his day-to-day with Cuenca.

He often wondered what would have happened if he and Cuenca had been together in the first eight years of their acquaintance, what would have happened if he had brought up the relationship with Cuenca earlier, and if he had listened to Cuenca's persuasion, what would have happened to them? How about it.

How nice it would be if they could be together when they were younger.

He wasted such a long time, even when this feeling really surfaced, he never cherished it.He had regrets, but what a useless emotion regret is.

It would be great if it could be done again.

Unfortunately, there is no such thing.

Cuenca still found a relationship and brought in his own news for Perot.He told Perot that everything was fine and that he was waiting to meet Perot three years later.

And even if Perot never had the opportunity to tell Cuenca his thoughts, Cuenca could guess what kind of emotions Perot had in it.

So Cuenca said, maybe only on this day, we will really master the way of getting along.

Whether it is a right or wrong decision, whether it is a crime or a good deed, whether it is separation or reunion, whether it is hostility or friendship, it is the various causes of the past that have created the present effect. Every second is irreplaceable.

Love Saint moved with Kunka, they got new identities and entered Taeyong.However, Taeyong will not stay with them for a long time, for such an existence that once called the wind and rain, they need to go farther.

The poet didn't forgive the lover immediately, and some words were like a knife, and the pain in the heart was unbearable. Even if he wanted to heal, he had to wait for time to pass slowly.

Qingsheng can also understand, so when they finally bought a piece of land in Ningjin, what Qingsheng did every day was to deliver wood, build a house, buy paint, and decorate.

The poet does not speak to him, not a single word.So after finishing his work, Lover sat in front of the door and drank.

The houses were lined up along the edge of a small forest ahead.

They are not villas, just simple log cabins.Originally, Cuenca wanted to build villas for these two people, but later the lover refused, and the poet also refused.

If all they wanted was money, they would have been mercenaries.

The poet still said that-brother, this is faith, you don’t understand.

In fact, Cuenca understands, especially when he can see some brilliance that he has never seen before in the eyes of the poet, he knows that this is the result of embracing faith.

A poet can never forget the past, but it doesn't mean he can't get out.He could have a grove, a house, a new life, a person.

He has lost too many things, and when he has lost to the bottom, he can only have it.

This was the result of his non-stop running, and Kunka also realized that a person with such eyes would not resume his career as a beast in the future.

The love saint is different, the eyes of the love saint are always confused, he often looks at the forest in a daze, until he gets drunk.It's just that this is no longer the humid jungle of the tropical rainforest, but the beech that can withstand the cold winter.

The pointed treetops pointed to the sky, as if telling him that the forest had a different appearance.

Cuenca once asked Love Saint that if he wanted to leave, he could leave at any time. He knew that Love Saint's life could not be stopped because of this, and when Perot came out, he probably would not have the opportunity to continue to have a happy life .

"He won't blame you, and I won't blame you," Cuenca said.

Love Saint exhaled alcohol, sighed long, shook his head, looked up at Kunka and smiled.

He said, didn't you bring the fighting beast? How can you be sure that you can't make a comeback here?

Cuenca laughed, and he said that I am pointing at you, and I will let you have a good market here.

Love Saint stood up, looked at the poet sitting on the stump smoking a cigarette, narrowed his eyes and thought for a while, and said—"Kunka, have you read the poems written by the poet?"

Cuenca said he had seen it, but couldn't remember it.

"What he wrote is so confusing that I can't remember it," Cuenca said.

But the lover remembers that the poet has written a lot of poems, most of which are bad words and sentences, and the only one that impresses the lover is only one.

That one said that he had to learn to be grateful.

I am grateful that I have a place to shelter from the wind and rain, and I am grateful that I have enough food to satisfy my hunger.

I am grateful to fate for not abandoning me. I am grateful to my father for giving me self-discipline, my mother for giving me warm embrace, and my brothers for caring for me, dispelling loneliness, and letting my filthy soul no longer burn in the lake of fire.

I shouldn't have a human body and an independent soul.I am the worm in the mud, the rat in the ditch, the poison that drinks human blood and grows, the sin that defiles the sanctuary.

So please tear my flesh apart and let the blood return to its original owner.Please take my soul out and let me see the filth of my body.

Please give me pain, give me scars, so I can feel happiness and redemption from it.

Fire and water collide, and life that is neither water nor fire emerges.They are neither sons of water nor sons of fire, so no one recognizes them, and they compete to expel them, otherwise they will be swallowed up when water and fire attack.

So they learned to run, they learned to kill.Learn to bite like a herd, not be hunted and slaughtered.

"This is not a poem by a poet, but a legend from my hometown." Qing Sheng said.

In that barbarous land, the so-called right and holy war is always burning.They washed the human body with red robes and covered the corpses with black robes.

They kept chanting such correctness, and then inhaled the drug into the nasal cavity, tied the detonator to the body, loaded the gun chamber with ammunition, and then reckless and risked everything.

"But he comes from a place far away from you," Cuenca said, "certainly not your hometown."

"That's right," Qing Sheng said, "but as long as fanaticism and animalism are ignited, there is no difference."

Whoever is not a beast is a beast.

So they ran in this frenzy until the moment of exhaustion.They drank blood and tattooed meritorious deeds on their bodies.They shouted the vocabulary in the red book, but they didn't know that there was another ending in the black book.

That conclusion says that redemption was not redemption, and sin is no longer sin.

I have never been trapped, so how can I escape.

I have never been polluted, so how can I be cleansed.

I come from the lake of fire, and that fire and water are my body and my soul.

It is me, and I am also it.

Now that I am scarred all over, I have peace.

It's just that for various reasons, this complete poem was split up and used out of context for different purposes, exaggerating and inciting the emotions desired by certain forces.

Love Saint has a purpose, but the place is covered with ashes, forcing him to see clearly and not see.Let him think that he can't reach it, so he can fight to the death.

The poet does not need to run, but the shadow that weighs on his heart makes him think that only by running can he get the future.So he rushed forward hysterically until he found that he was already on the other side.

They are all trapped in their own cages, but they don't know that the cage is not built by others, but by themselves.

The poet finished his cigarette and walked towards Cuenca and the lover.

He didn't want to talk to the lover at first, but seeing the two of them talking happily, he couldn't help but talk to the lover.

He said - "I'm not leaving, I like it here."

That was the first sentence he said to the lover in such a long time, so of course the lover had to respond.

So Lover smiled, he nodded, and said yes, then I will accompany you.

Mario was withdrawn after three years. According to his words, the result of the continuous tightening of the line is to usher in the same ending as Posai Bay. To prepare first.

C4 recovered after three months, and now he is a little scared when he sees the little white doll.He said that he saw a pet warehouse at that time, and it was not made by himself at first glance.

He wanted to inform others, but before he had time to run onto the deck, the little animals exploded, all of a sudden.

He burst into tears, crying until all the tube lines on his body were ripped off.

Mario touched his head and let him lean into his arms. He said, you are really a kid, don't you know that people who like to play with fire will be caught and eaten by monsters.

C4 said he didn't know, is that really the case?

"Really," Mario looked at him seriously, patted his swollen face, and smiled, "So you can't act alone in the future, otherwise, someday the monster will eat you, and I don't know where to find it." you."

C4 hesitated for a moment, and finally put his arms around Mario's waist timidly.

He had something to say, but he couldn't say it after brewing for a long time.

Fighting beasts don't like their owners, of course he has heard of it.Fortunately, sometimes he really can't decide whether he likes it or not, it seems to happen suddenly, and it seems to take shape over time.

But Mario didn't need him to say it, because he felt it all the time.What's more, C4 will no longer be his fighting beast, he will give C4 a new identity, and in that identity, he and C4 can start a different life.

His family was once brilliant, but it was overturned overnight.He reforged them from scratch again, and he didn't want to see them crumble to ruins again, like his father did.

No one's glory can last forever, not even a dynasty.Greedy desires are insatiable, but that doesn't mean that indulging them is the only option.

C4 has been with him for so many years, not only his only fighting beast, but also his only family.

Back then, Fukang gave up everything because his family was tied up, and now Mario can't escape this kind of reincarnation.

There are too few people in the world who are unreservedly kind to themselves, so few that it would be great to meet one.He was lucky enough to meet one, so he has no reason not to cherish it.

So C4 can't say that sentence, Mario can say it for him.

"Actually, I like you quite a bit." Mario wiped his nose and stroked C4's back lightly. "So if you want it too, it's not bad for us to live a normal life with the current money."

"What is a normal day?" C4 looked up at Mario, but he seemed to understand something in the next second, swallowed a mouthful of saliva in embarrassment, suppressed the excitement in his heart, and probed—"It's just you and Me together, that, that kind?"

"Well, that, of course it would be even better if you could quit the habit of frying something more or less every day."

C4 was stunned for a moment, opened his mouth, and asked again—"Then...the kind that will sleep together?"

"Well, we will sleep together." Mario said.

"That……"

C4's ears were buzzing, he probably hadn't woken up yet, that's why he had such a dream, so he hesitated for a long time, but still didn't dare to speak clearly, only dared to ask in a softer voice—"Then...then Which kind is it..."

"It's the kind that hurts and bleeds when sleeping together." Mario couldn't help laughing, he felt that C4 understood, after all, the instrument monitoring his heart rate was beeping, which proved that the brat's heart was beating so fast It's going to explode.

This is a life that Mario hadn't considered before, but to be honest, just because he hasn't considered it doesn't mean he can't try it.

尾章

Since these people were banned from entering the country by Qinglan, when Perot was released from prison, no one could pick him up, so he had to wait for him on Tiban Island.

Pero has lost a lot of weight, and the food in the prison is naturally not good. Although Cuenca keeps sending money, there may not be many things that can be bought there.His temples were silvered, and his wrinkles became more pronounced.

He was still a little uncomfortable when he got off the plane, and he was a little embarrassed after his anger faded away.

Cuenca remembered the first time he saw Perot many years ago. At that time, he also had the same expression, showing nervousness and unfamiliarity with a new person who came to connect with him.

That day was as fine as today, with the sun shining on Perrault's face and the blue sky behind him.

His exquisite appearance and the faint smell of his body blown into Cuenka's nasal cavity with the warm wind, as if telling Cuenka at that moment——It's him, I like him very much.

Kunka stood in front of him, and it took him a while to recover.

Cuenca walked towards Pero, Pero held out his hand, but Cuenca did not hold his hand, but hugged him and kissed him on the face.

So Perot's body was a little stiff, and Cuenca's enthusiasm made him overwhelmed.But he still showed a smile, and that smile became an eternal imprint in Kunka's heart.

It's just that after Perot's smile today, there were no formal greetings.He wanted to speak, but when he opened his mouth, his eyes turned red.He missed Cuenca very much, and the repressed miss became a crying emotion in his heart.

Pero didn't let himself cry, so he just hugged Cuenca harder, his hand was so strong that it hurt Cuenca's back.

Cuenca wanted to take a good look at Pero's face, but Pero refused.

He pressed his chin into the crest of Cuenca's neck and took a deep breath.The familiar smell of sweat came again, making him think that he had another inappropriate dream in prison.

Cuenca said, I miss you so much.I think about you every day, what you have become, how you are doing, every day we are together, thinking of the pain, alas, Perrault, you always make me so uncomfortable.

Perot sniffed hard, and he couldn't think of a better comfort.

He was the same, but he knew it was all his own doing.

He could have better options, but he gave up most of them.

So he could only say the only response - sorry.

I'm sorry for making things like this, I'm sorry for shooting you, I'm sorry for making you and I bear the consequences, I'm sorry, I'm not as perfect, so good, so cautious, so worthy of your possession.

Too much sorry, let them miss such a long time.

Their success and failure, brilliance and destruction, quarrels and separations, all of which cannot be exhausted by saying sorry.But apart from being sorry, Perot couldn't find a more suitable opening and ending.

"I still love you," Cuenca responded, "If you really feel sorry, then you will make it up to me in the future."

Pero laughed and cried, tears soaking to Cuenca's collar.

It was 1978 in the Lianyan calendar, and it was the beginning of spring in Tairong. The weather forecast for Teban Island on that day said that it would be cloudy and then sunny.

So they can see the blue sky and white clouds, the green shoots sprouting, the vast ocean and endless beaches.

A breeze swayed the treetops, and there were two dark shadows beneath the giant palms.

Pero remembered the day many years ago when he saw the beauty of Tiban Island.

So he felt that one day, he and Cuenca would come to Teban Island for a long vacation.

If I'm allowed to live my life again, I'd like to repeat my life.Because I never regret the past and never fear the future.

——France Montaigne

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