Geeky

Tonight, Balaam has become extremely incomprehensible.

What would happen now if he had dragged Balaam under the water?One of the Kindred thought to himself that Balaam would keep pushing his head into the water until he was sure he was hurting enough.

If it is a girl, he is generally reluctant to do it.But if he gets angry enough, he will find a way to intimidate the other party.Such as putting a bunch of electronic cockroaches in the coffin, and manipulating the cockroaches to climb up the girl's body after the other person falls asleep; or throwing the person from a high altitude and then catching him... He won't stop until he scares the person to tears.

……

His coat came off in the fight and probably swam away with the fish.The shirt clung to him wet and heavy, outlining a vigorous figure.

The lips were pursed tightly, with a low air pressure, just like the angry Balaam they were familiar with.

Su Shi casually threw the cross chain at Balan, but Balan didn't take it, but turned his face away, and the cross hit him on one side of his forehead.

The vampires standing aside were all shocked,

Balaam let the silver cross fall from his forehead.

Even Su Shi's eyes widened in surprise, but a certain thought flashed away like silver light floating on the water waves, subtle and short-lived, causing an indescribable flash——

At that moment, Su Shi understood that he was angry with himself.

His eyes fell on Balaam's slightly stiff fingers due to exertion. His left hand still wore a plain silver ring connected by a thin chain, but the set of rings on his right hand had disappeared.Although the bat-patterned index finger ring was not sharp, it once cut Balan's palm underwater because of his strength and speed.

For a moment, Su Shi suddenly felt the pain in his palm dissipate, as if the wound was miraculously soothed.

As if kindness could also be used as a cure for physical pain.

He is such a vengeful person, even if the other party said "I'm sorry" and offered an apology gift, he would also despise it coldly.

He is such an easy-to-forgive person, as long as a soft and shy look in his eyes, as long as he hesitates to speak, he can forgive forever.

He knew that until this moment, everything was really over, not the moment he got the cross.He no longer needed to cheer up to deal with the next difficulties, and he didn't have to deal with anything. His heart let go of his defenses, and his whole person became like a pure white feather.

He lay down in the river water as if tired, like lying on a lazy sofa that was soft enough to be deformed at will.

It's like sinking into a shining dream.

He just passed away...

Like a heavy and graceful fish, it seems to sink in the water, but emerges in the water again.The white shirt soaked in the water looked extra soft, with water-like, soft and gentle fluctuations, as if the stream was reminiscing the clouds during the day.Those water waves seemed to be kissing his lips constantly, and he seemed to be the reflection of the moon in the water, a white rose immersed in the stream.

Those solitary shadows could not help approaching him.

The "hunting song" in the forest has ceased, but they still hear the song, in the groan of the forest and the sigh of the night, like an ancient ballad, falling from the golden morning star[1].

He lay in soft waves, flowing overhead.The water lilies bent slightly, and retreated to both sides like a gentleman.Maybe it was the wind, and the delicate red leaves fell one after another, like a rain of butterflies.It landed on his face kissed by the water waves, and on his lips, for a moment, he disappeared like the covered moonlight... Like a specimen of "beauty"... He suddenly breathed out, and the leaves It really flew away like a butterfly.

He raised his left hand, and a small drop of water splashed on the face of the vampire squatting on the river bank—he waited for him to approach, and seized the opportunity to reach out, trying to grab his wrist, like a cat stretching out its paws trying to I caught a fish, but my face was wet by the stream, and I couldn't help but lower my head and rub my face.

But he didn't attract any attention.

They stood on the bank of the river one after another, strewn high and low like musical notes.

Losing their minds, it seems that they have been arranged by a mysterious movement; it is a certain string echoing in their brains, urging them to join in a beautiful rhythm that is unparalleled in the world...

They watched him drift slowly...

A melancholy took hold of them, and their hearts were drunk with it.

who is he?where is he from?Why can act like a vampire?

If these questions would have troubled them in the first place, then all this is no longer important now.

He is beauty, he comes from the moonlight, seems to melt in the moonlight...

Su Shi just lay his pillow on the water waves, in the graceful water waves, looking directly at the sky of "Daojiaye Forest". What whispers.The small leaves are scattered, like little black secrets that have been shaken off.

As they fell, their color gradually became clearer, as if from black to red.

For a moment, he wanted to flow down like this, looking at the stars...

His hand touched the pocket in the water, and he took out a delicate leather cigarette case, which was dripping wet with his hand.

The cigarette case is waterproof, with twelve compartments, and there are twelve cigarettes with different colored butts.

These are not nicotine cigarettes, but "flower smokes" used to incense and soothe nerves - lavender smoke that calms emotions and promotes digestion, rosemary smoke that refreshes the mind and enhances memory, and jasmine smoke that relieves skin discomfort...

He took a silver-purple cigarette and put it into his lips that were moistened by the stream.

His fingers just dipped into the underwater suit. They, those young vampires, had already knelt on the bank of the stream at some point. The girl in the riding skirt didn't know that the skirt fell down to her knees and was dragged into the water, soaking wet. Through, they stretched out their hands to him, one after another, like wicker hanging into the river being carried away by the current, stretched out their pale hands, holding exquisite silver lighters, and lit them up one after another in an instant.

Small orange flames, like a row of small oranges growing on the same branch.

Falling on the water waves is a golden cocoon.

He lowered his eyes, clamped the smoke with his wet hands, and his eyelashes were as pure as light.

These flames are like drops of water, passing by his cigarette tail drop by drop...

He inhaled lightly, let the flames moisten the flower smoke, and in a way that couldn't reach his lungs, let the fragrance of the flower seep into the crevices of his lips, tongue and teeth, like a cloud of incense condensing and swirling on the tip of his tongue...

He passed away from under the flames...

The leaves that gradually turned red fell again and again, falling on Dreamy's forehead, falling on the lingering skirt, falling on the back of the hand with metaphors, and falling on his fragrant lips...

With half-closed eyes, he breathed out a puff of violet-scented smoke, and fallen leaves billowed in the mist.

A poem came to their minds:

Like a boat of fragrant green fruit

floating on the river in venice

You, Peerless Beauty,

Enter my Wucheng [2] in this way.

The water waves covered his face, except for the hands with the palms up, his whole body was shimmering.

He sank gradually, floating towards the bottom of the water like a gauze completely soaked.

……

Su Shi closed his eyes, feeling the soft touch brought by the overflowing water waves, that kind of touch is more beautiful than silk...

The water waves above his head swayed, and one hand supported the back of his neck.

Those moonlights fell on that water, and the water cascaded down his face like silver spangles.

Another hand rested on his eyes.

Su Shi smelled the aroma of mint.

He smiled and said:

"I'd like a dry suit, a dry towel, and a glass of sherry."

He knows it's him...

Balaam felt stupid for being like this.

He opened his palm and said angrily:

"Why do you think I'll take orders from you?"

Su Shi raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes were calm, soft, and full of comfort, as if there was a little smile, a little bit of sly joy, but also a quiet smile.

"you will."

he said.

You will, Balaam.You will do this for me.

His shame and anger turned into joy.

[1] Using "Ophelia" by Rimbaud

[2] Not written by me