murder begins in summer

"Is it up?" Shi Zhanyang asked behind his ear, but Qiu Shili could only answer the syllable "hmmmm". He tried to swing his waist, put his hands on the elder brother's arms, and tightened the muscles from the waist and abdomen to the tailbone. For the muscles, only the lowest part, which is connected to the buttocks, is used to cope with the accelerating jolt.The effort paid off immediately, and he heard a more sticky, wet sound coming from his buttocks, but the feeling there was still a little strange.

At first he thought that he would not get used to it for a while without doing it for too long, but he soon realized that it was not. He no longer had that uncomfortable pain, but he felt a kind of pleasure that he had never encountered before—the big dick was embedded hot in his chest. In the body, why is it harder than the impression, and the insertion method is really tricky, which is different from the feeling of frontal penetration, and also different from any previous penetration from the rear, just thrusting obliquely and forcefully, he didn't even need to Find the most comfortable angle for yourself, because it is too full and too deep, gravity pulls him, Shi Zhanyang also hugs him tightly, he can't even escape, it seems that every fold, every inch is soft After all the meat has been taken care of, he will be flattened completely.

"Brother, come on, brother!" Qiu Shili couldn't stand it anymore, even his toes were numb, and the trembling in his body made him worry that he would urinate anytime soon, "Be gentle, be gentle..." He begged for mercy in a low voice, Twisted his neck and turned his face, wanting a few kisses, but Shi Zhanyang didn't kiss deeply, just rubbed the corner of his mouth, took two mouthfuls of his face, and slowly breathed out, like the kind of evil master who The sausage was chopped and twisted on the fingertips, teasing his puppy leisurely.

But no matter how tame a puppy is, it will be anxious, especially when it is not full and believes that you like it.Qiu Shili was so anxious, he didn't know where the big brother's waist was so strong, why he still didn't kiss him well, so he just opened his mouth and gnawed, and when biting Zhanyang's lower lip, he didn't let go, sticky Go up and suck desperately.Shi Zhanyang pinched his thighs twice, and finally stopped hanging him, his lower body pulled out a little, the top scraped against the shallow intestinal wall, following his twists and turns, it seemed that he also smiled and kissed him. into his mouth.

This kind of kiss has not been seen for too long, from the beginning of autumn last year to this autumn, hundreds of days, thousands of hours, hundreds of thousands of minutes... The kiss now is a kiss that responds, vivid and vivid Yes, they were even looking at each other while the corners of their eyes were blurry.

The current Qiu Shili is Qiu Shili who was hugged by Shi Zhanyang.

He tried his best to lean on his elder brother in the dense and chaotic shaking, he curled himself up, he didn't want to touch the place other than Shi Zhanyang at all, it was like retracting the thorns on his back and showing the gentle shoulder blades.

But he couldn't help worrying that he would make his elder brother feel uncomfortable. If he didn't feel it, it didn't mean he could bear the pressure. He couldn't let himself sit on that leg!Qiu Shili held on to what little reason he had left, and tried to shift his weight to Shi Zhanyang's healthy right leg, but Shi Zhanyang held him down, refused to let him move at all, and even stretched out his arm to pinch his ankle, Have him put his feet on his knees.

The lips were released, Qiu Shili took a big breath, and the whole person froze, he could only let the lumbar vertebrae become brittle and soft, and the greatly stretched intestines tightened with his breathing, sucking The thick guy stammered, "Tired," Qiu Shili choked a little, then turned his face to stare at Shi Zhanyang, "Brother, brother, I'm so tired..."

What he said was that Shi Zhanyang would be tired, and he had to hold his back when he was so big, but Shi Zhanyang understood that he was crying, and frowned slightly, his brows were as black as water, and his pupils secretly With an intoxicated expression, "Endure it." This is what Shi Zhanyang often said, and every time he said it, Qiu Shili, who ran five kilometers without panting, would be beaten to death.

The most amazing thing is that the two of them even broke down an antique bed once. Qiu Shili was very impressed. He was just 21, and his elder brother was also at the age when eight horses became crazy. They rolled on the bed like a fight, Qiu Shili was screaming heartily, and the old object that had been placed in the Amalienborg Palace before collapsed under him with a bang.

Fine dust rose up, one of the bed boards was shaken off, and the others fell to pieces. The building of Princess and the Pea was crumbling, and the soft mattress suddenly sank.And the two of them didn't froze for a moment, they laughed together, and they didn't rush to move.

Shi Zhanyang was still in Qiu Shili's body, and the semen from the previous rounds was rare and thick, and it also filled the narrow passageway.Shi Zhanyang was very excited about this, and said his vulgar trash talk, such as "Why is ナナ so tender", or "Be tired and bear it", kissing the younger brother who forgot to be shy and smooth, and couldn't wait to break it He straightened his legs and rubbed the liquid into white foam, then slowly pulled it out, lowering his eyes to appreciate the wonderful scene of the white foam being swollen and slowly spit out from the empty hole .

At this moment, Zhanyang said "endure" again, Qiu Shili listened with pricked ears, because the legs were too wide open, and the buttocks were facing forward, the tension and excitement exposed in the private position, and the ejaculation from the lower body immediately The feeling of soreness continued to overlap and hit him.

He squinted his eyes and didn't have time to make any excuses. He suddenly felt that it was him and Shi Zhanyang who were moving. Then he opened his eyes and saw - it turned out that the high-tech wheelchair led them to move on the carpet, like a small car.

Shi Zhanyang seemed to be afraid that Qiu Shili would be stunned. He slid his hand from the crook of his leg to between his crotch, touching it soothingly and moistly. It seems to be a redundant "scooter".

In the next second, the wheelchair led them to the cupboard and stopped quite steadily.A round and translucent floor-to-ceiling mirror stands on the white wall, reflecting the sunlight in the shadow of trees in the room.

The wheelchair needs to take them to look in the mirror... No, Shi Zhanyang wants to take Qiu Shili to look in the mirror at this time!

When my father was alive, the Shi family had a lot of old-fashioned rules, and this round mirror was placed here to let them, the juniors, tidy themselves up before going to the dinner table, even at home.

Qiu Shili blinked his eyelashes nervously, and looked into the mirror.

He could directly see the place of intercourse, his ass seemed to have been poked a big round hole, the big brother's crimson penis was stuck inside, and it was still going in and out deeply and shallowly, grinding, gurgling and sticky It seems to be drawn into silk.Qiu Shili was so ashamed that he stopped hugging his elder brother's arm, lowered his hand to cover it, and brought his knees together, tightly clamping his extended wrist with his thigh.

"Don't block it." Shi Zhanyang pushed him hard.

"No, it doesn't look good..." Qiu Shili was as red as a boiled shrimp, and lowered his head.

"Looking good, dear." Shi Zhanyang pulled Qiu Shili's wrist to hide his shame, but didn't take it away. He grabbed his finger and guided him to touch the stuffed narrow hole, while his own hand inserted into Qiu Shili's finger. Between the cracks, rub the overflowing viscous liquid.

Qiu Shili's bones were softened into mud. He and his eldest brother overlapped each other's hands, and they were slippery to the touch. They were still hot. I don't know where so much water came from. It was obviously not lubricated.He timidly looked into the mirror again, and he was still thrown upside down, the crotch was full of energy and trembled up and down, and the foot that was on the elder brother's knee just now was also raised, as if he couldn't sit still at all.

Looking at the most embarrassing place, it has been worn to a brighter color, and there are bright water marks around the red and tender meat turned out between the buttocks. The water marks are immediately bumped and messed up, and then new water flows out of.The place is as innocent as new skin that has just come into contact with this world.

Even the temperature and texture of the air made Qiu Shili feel irritated, not to mention that the fierce big dick was grinding repeatedly, rubbing on his sensitive zone, faster and deeper, filling his stomach They were all swollen, not to mention, he met the eyes of his elder brother in the mirror——Shi Zhanyang exposed half of his bare shoulders, biting and kissing his white-faced shoulders and back of his neck, and at the same time In that piece of glass, he observed the same place—those black eyes were already burning red, and they no longer smiled, as if they were observing their prey. What was compressed in the pupils was satisfaction, and there was more dangerous hunger.

It was a pair of stacked crazy eyes.

"See clearly?" Shi Zhanyang asked.He singled out Qiu Shili's index finger, moved the flexible muscles around the anus, opened it a little, so that his intrusion could be exposed more, and he coaxed Qiu Shili's hand with his fingertips and palm, letting him hold it in The root of the genitals, very roguely, he wiped all the body fluids that came out in the warm and small palm. "See clearly, Nana?" he asked again.

"It's so red, brother..." Qiu Shili turned his head sideways, wanting to bury his face on the side of his elder brother's cheek, but looked at the mirror twice as if reluctant to part with him. Shi Zhanyang had already led him to find the rhythm, not too much Tired, but the pleasure is still surging wave after wave, the wheelchair is swaying wildly, the connected flesh is so hot that it has melted, he is about to die in Shi Zhanyang's arms, he wants to be infinitely small, infinitely easy to carry, It doesn't matter what "Qiu Shili" is, as long as he never separates.

Knocked on the forehead by his crazy thoughts, Qiu Shili trembled, and when his eyes subconsciously jumped away, Shi Zhanyang spoke behind his ear again, and said, "Is it comfortable?" He smiled ,"like or not?"

Qiu Shili groaned and ejaculated, dripping on Shi Zhanyang's expensive trousers, dripping on the carpet, and even staining the mirror a few times.He watched his own ejaculation, the lonely one in front of him, no one touched it at all, and he saw the constriction of his back hole during orgasm and the cock that was tightened by himself, his cry was overwhelmed by Shi Zhanyang Stuck between his lips and teeth, Shi Zhanyang let go of his knee, turned his face, and pried his teeth to kiss.

The kiss was too long and too fierce. Qiu Shili seemed to have been tapped on some acupuncture point. His waist couldn't move on his own, and he ignored the unconscious twitching of his body. Because the sting is still a pleasure.He tried to get up, and wanted to turn around to hug Shi Zhanyang, just like when he was straddling there before, with his weight on his knees and his upper body clinging to his elder brother, and his elder brother hugged him tightly, wanting to rub him a few times To the bone.

It was probably because he hadn't recovered from his strength, and the wheelchair was not stable enough. He actually tilted to the side, and the next second, he rolled over directly, and both of them fell on the carpet.

Qiu Shili reacted very quickly, and immediately hugged Shi Zhanyang's neck, wanting to go down to cushion him, but Shi Zhanyang also hugged him at the same time, entangled twice as if fighting, and within half a second, he really fell. When I got to the ground, I found that it didn’t hurt at all. The carpet was too thick, as if floating on the clouds. The sun seemed to be separated from nothing, soaking the air around me harmoniously. The two of them looked at each other for a few seconds, and both laughed.

Shi Zhanyang laughed heartily, lying down on the blanket, raised his right leg and kicked the overturned wheelchair, so that it would stay away from the hindrance, while Qiu Shili covered his face, and put the back of his hand under the He wiped his nose, hiding the smile and embarrassment inside, "Brother, I... I was so stupid just now."

"I'm still not proficient in difficult movements." Shi Zhanyang lay on his side, looked at him, and wiped the sweat from the tip of his nose.Behind Shi Zhanyang are three transparent window walls and a large amount of California sunshine.

Qiu Shili wanted to ask, can he practice more in the future?But he just bit his lip in the end.Although he slid out, of course he still had to continue. If... Qiu Shili leaned his forehead against his elder brother's collarbone, he heard a heartbeat like a drum, and put his palm on his lower abdomen, where the waistband of his trousers was already in disarray, but He didn't try to peel it off, he just moved it down slowly without making a sound, he felt the hot temperature, the same hardness as before, and started to rub the slime on his palm, he stroked Shi Zhanyang calmly , and slowly raised his head, elbows resting on the ground, leaning over Shi Zhanyang's face.

He closed his eyes, leaned over to kiss, and kissed with infinite tenderness. Even though the matter had come to this point, and the bed was finally on, it seemed natural and justifiable, but he was suddenly afraid that he would be pushed away. If he had opened his eyes wide then, he would definitely Makes an ugly expression.But Shi Zhanyang didn't push Qiu Shili away, but responded patiently with kisses like before, and even hugged him, while rubbing his other hand around his eye circles, rubbing on his upper eyelid, pressing One click, asking him to open his eyes.

Qiu Shili couldn't refuse, and there was no need to refuse, he was no longer afraid at once, his eyelashes trembled, his two thin eyelids opened, and the first thing he saw was the smiling eyes of his elder brother, which narrowed softly, Both Fengrui and Bingjian were drawn in, and the end of his eyes were raised energetically, which was just smiling at him.

His forehead was numb, and his eyes were filled with enthusiasm once again. Qiu Shili stared blankly at Shi Zhanyang, even ignorant of the entanglement of breathing. Face to face, almost forehead to forehead, he saw the corner of his elder brother's eyes It was also wet, and it was dripped by myself.The kiss was over, Shi Zhanyang's lips were rosy for a long time, Qiu Shili slowly straightened his waist, there were still drops of water falling down, big and continuous, hitting the beautiful shoulders On the neck, Zhan Yang evenly reflects the rich sun halo on the chest and abdomen when it is applied, as if it is about to evaporate quickly, and it does not slip off.

Qiu Shili willingly admitted that he was crying this time.His own tears finally fell.

He licked them all clean.

"Brother, I miss you so much." After licking the last drop on his waist, he murmured, looking straight at Shi Zhanyang, at his black hair that was messed up by lying down, and there were already a few white strands in it , will it be an illusion of light reflection?

Shi Zhanyang also looked straight at him.

"Me too." Shi Zhanyang said.

"I dreamed that we sold all the company and factory, and lived in a small house next to the beach, with two floors. The seaside is so warm." Shi Zhanyang raised his hand, stroking Qiu Shili's tearful cheek, "ナナ, We also have a dog, short and fat, we walk it in the evening, we step on the edge of the high tide, the sand is white and soft.”

He was just telling the truth, but it sounded like he was recalling a dream that was suspended in mid-air.He just wanted to make Qiu Shili feel better now, even if he drew a cake that would make him smile wryly.But I saw Qiu Shili crying even more fiercely. He didn't have anything to say, he just changed back to the child who was bullied more than ten years ago, turned his head and buried his face in the palm of his hand, sobbing, not letting Shi Zhanyang wipe away his tears. , just wipe it off by yourself.

He wiped it off quite quickly, and swallowed all his crying, so he lifted the hem of his clothes that blocked his buttocks, and when he raised his legs, Zhan Yang stepped on his crotch, and supported the scary hard guy with his backhand, Between the buttocks, the chest is straightened, the waist is pushed forward, and the force is placed on the tailbone. The full arcs on both sides of the buttocks bulge, pinch the sex's organ, and grind it sticky.

Shi Zhanyang didn't move extra, just held Qiu Shili's waist with both hands to give him some strength to support him. The glans head is surprisingly sensitive at the moment, pressing against the mouth of the acupuncture point which is still wet and soft, it feels like it will sink into it permanently at any time. .

He did go in, Qiu Shili sat down little by little, and swallowed inch by inch, the shirt had just been unbuttoned by most of the buttons, and now only the bottom two were left, Shi Zhanyang pulled lightly, the skirt and shoulder sleeves It just slipped off Qiu Shili's shoulders, and all piled up on his waist which began to shake up and down.

The size is too big, and the material is old. This is Shi Zhanyang's shirt, which was a few years ago... probably in his early twenties.Shi Zhanyang recognized it, it was a particularly old item back then, but he was surprised that it was not old at all, it was obviously always treasured as a keepsake.

"It was the first one, that one," Qiu Shili understood his surprise, panting and explained, the surroundings of the eyes were all red like mist, and the eyelashes were sticking together wetly, forming locks and strands, shining finely. Nikko, "15 years old, I went to Russia..."

Shi Zhanyang immediately remembered that when their goods were intercepted by local gangsters, Shi Yizhou led the team, and Qiu Shili went out by himself without saying a word. Qiu Shili wanted to find out her real name and where she was buried.

At that time, he was in a hurry to find his younger brother——Qiu Shili was wearing this extremely ill-fitting clothes at that time, and Qiu Shili reported the precious information he found like a cannonball, and he was so wronged that he was about to cry.

"It's so old." Shi Zhanyang hugged Qiu Shili's ridge from behind, let him lower his body, pinched the two light-colored spots on his chest, and rubbed them gently.

Qiu Shili tried his best to breathe evenly, but he still panted, and sat down directly, "Because," he tried to enlarge his movements and shook his waist, "it's like brother, hug me."

Because you won't hug me anymore.

Shi Zhanyang's nose was sore, and with the lacrimal glands on both sides of the bridge of his nose, his scalp was so sore that his scalp was numb. At a situation and age where he thought it was difficult for him to shed tears.Qiu Shili.His Qiu Shili.Qiu Shili still belongs to him now.Riding on him now.

The skins collided again, Qiu Shili shook vigorously, and the once again erected genitals slapped Shi Zhanyang's lower abdomen, and the mucus between the buttocks stretched into filaments, they were two severed lotus roots.Such a strong and warm pleasure flows between the bodies of the two, and in an instant, people think of many pasts and eternity, so they are also in a trance, and no longer dare to think about the future.

In Shi Zhanyang's dark and turbulent eyes, at this second and at the next second, Qiu Shili tends to a kind of fluctuating perfection. He is as green as the last fresh buds on a poplar tree in late summer, and his collarbone is like a sea. The graceful wings of a bird.

He is so young, fresh, straightforward, and precious.

He swallowed all his sobs cleanly, but the corners of his eyes were still broken. He looked at Shi Zhanyang tremblingly, with a murmured nasal voice: "Brother, you've been dreaming...I really want to ask you," He paused, red from the base of his ears to the base of his neck, the sad ring and necklace dangling on his chest, worrying about gains and losses, hopeless and extravagant, tearing him back and forth in his body, "Do you still want me? What do you want? don't want me..."

"I want...I want!" Shi Zhanyang suddenly sat up, from lying down to straightening his upper body, he was ridiculously fast, even flustered, just like his tone.He didn't care about anything else, he hugged Qiu Shili's slender waist tightly, and also hugged his sensitive and fragile side. Now, it's a piece of rhythm, two pieces of lust that are about to explode are stuck together, his hand is from Qiu Shili's. She slid her waist to the back of her neck, hugged him, and kissed continuously, "ナナ, ナナ, someday we can live like that, by the sea, raising a dog..."

Qiu Shili smiled sweetly, held his face and kissed him wildly, just like his body which was swinging back and forth more and more wildly, after such a long time, Shi Zhanyang shot into his body, Again and again, so much spilled that it dripped all over his legs, and what he let out completely stained the poor rug.In the end, Qiu Shili was completely naked, covered with hickey marks, and Shi Zhanyang's scars and sick legs were also exposed. They were lying on the messy ground, breathing high and low in satisfaction, like two people who have had enough of playing around. child.

The setting sun slanted outside the floor-to-ceiling window, like blood like bright brocade, neither of them wanted to move, and no one came to bother them, Qiu Shili pulled his own clothes to cover the eldest brother, and he himself didn't want to be cold, so when he took office, Shi Zhanyang hugged and hugged him. Very close very close.

"Go to the southern hemisphere, the sea over there seems to be bluer," Qiu Shili yawned, "raise a little golden retriever, or an Akita dog."

"Not chunky enough." Shi Zhanyang smiled.

"Then...sausage?" Qiu Shili leaned on Shi Zhanyang's collarbone, biting bluntly, "It's so ugly!"

When the sky completely dimmed, Qiu Shili was already in a deep sleep, and the unknown liquid on his body had dried up.Shi Zhanyang buried the tip of his nose between his hair, and vaguely smelled a clear citrus scent.Shi Zhanyang was also half asleep, or in other words, he had been talking in his sleep for a long time just now.

In the past, he would carry Qiu Shili to wash, but now he can't.His mind was full of fantasies, but the sadness in his heart had really dissipated——Shi Zhanyang suddenly thought of his mother, and remembered the fairy tales she told that he had long regarded as nonsense, but now he began to think about it seriously.Fairy tales tell the truth that is simple but hard to refute, just like true feelings are always the most touching, fiery red roses bloom out of mud, and romantic moonlight shines into the Colosseum.Just like the two most precious things in the city are actually the lead heart of the Happy Prince and the dead body of the swallow.

The swallow died in the cold winter, and the prince's heart was cold and withered, but the people in the town could not be saved, but no one would mourn a season bird that died young in the huge shadow of the prince.

It is a dry and clear autumn now, Shi Zhanyang held Qiu Shili's hand tightly, and asked himself, do you want winter?

You just want to be swallows all the time.It will pass your eyes, nest close to you, and dance on your shoulders.

Nanao (Mid-Autumn Extravaganza)

"What should I call you?"

The young swordsman's long hair was stained with blood, and he ran in a hurry at night. The autumn wind was bleak and lonely, and the shower had only stopped for a moment. The steaming murderous place was behind him, but he stopped suddenly.Out of the corner of his eye, he picked up a down-and-out fox in the rustling bamboo forest under the half crescent moon.

The fox huddled motionless in the pile of dead leaves, its whole body was covered with scars, its snow-white fur was messily smeared with blood, and a few pieces were torn off, revealing the fluff that was as soft as water vapor inside, and the tip of its tail was a strange burnt black.From the looks of it, like the swordsman, it has just experienced a fierce battle.

"You have eight tails, let's call you Xiaoba." The swordsman shook off the blood on the blade, retracted the long knife to his waist, and hugged the fox in his arms.It was as light as a snow-white square scarf, and it weighed lightly in his hand, not as long as his folded forearms.

The home that I haven’t returned for a long time is behind half a mountain, and the swordsman still has to hurry, holding the little fox and walking two steps forward, only to find that one of the eight tails is broken at the root, leaving only a thin layer of skin attached, precarious hanging there. "It's still Xiaoqi." The swordsman said this, not knowing how to deal with such a small and exquisite creature, so he put the fox back on the dead leaves, pulled off half of his sleeve and simply wrapped its tail.

The fox didn't run away, and opened his eyes, Youyou's pupils were clear and dark, like two points of topaz, narrowly narrowed.It first saw a pair of big hands caressing its own neck with warmth, and then saw a man with his back to the bright moon, his face was not very clear, only a few blood channels on the side of his cheeks were particularly eye-catching.

"Xiaoqi..." The swordsman tied the knot with light hands, thoughtfully, "ナナ sounds nice. Do you like it?"

The fox was so weak that he closed those jade eyes again.

The swordsman lives alone. His wooden house is built in a remote bamboo forest, near a small stream, and there are no people in a radius of ten miles.Although he wears a sword, he is not a samurai, nor does he have a patriarch to serve. It seems more appropriate to be called a ronin, but his status is indeed much more noble than those warriors who live in no fixed place and pay for things. Miss, his father is a courtier who came from the country on the other side of the river. As the eldest son of the family, he has been extremely intelligent since he was a child, and he is outstanding in everything.

But he didn't become that noble son who responded to everyone. If he was the son of the emperor, or the heir to the shogunate, then he would definitely insist on staying at home, accepting those complicated etiquettes, ridiculous rules, and cruel fish and meat knives until he As a superior, he will start to change this country that is rotten in his heart.But he is not.He is in a position of neither left nor right, bound by everything, and asked by everyone to grow into a beautiful scarecrow.What he wants to change can only be done by himself, so he abandoned his home at the age of 17, assassinated the daimyo, beat up the bandits, he did all of them, but he didn't have too much contact with the villagers who helped him everywhere, and lived in seclusion in the mountains , Since then, he has no name or surname, and only his mother and brothers and sisters who occasionally come to ask him know who he is.

The rest of the time, the swordsman is alone, but now there is a little fox with a big tail.

I named it "ナナ" because the swordsman believed that its broken tail was destined to fail to connect. Although he didn't really believe what ghosts and gods said, but now that he saw it with his own eyes, the swordsman knew in his heart that it was not an ordinary fox cub. However, if you take him to the city to seek medical treatment, you will most likely be targeted by people with ulterior motives.

It's nothing more than a broken tail. It shouldn't be locked up in a magic team and displayed as a monster, let alone lose its life. Who knows what kind of fierce enemy it encountered, and why it was almost exposed to the wilderness.So the swordsman didn't do any chores for the first few days, sneaked into the forest before dawn, picked up the wound medicine he used to apply to it, the swordsman also caught pheasants and bought small fish, chopped them into pieces and mixed them with this year Using old fire to cook the new rice for Xiaohu into thin and soft rice porridge.

At first the little fox refused to open his mouth to eat, and stayed on the swordsman's futon all day long on guard, his eyes wandering around, chasing after him, and he didn't even take a nap.Fearing that it would run away before it recovered, the swordsman also developed the habit of locking it when he went out to sleep, and at the same time thought it was unnecessary—how can an iron lock hold a god with eight tails?However, as the days passed, the fox really never tried to leave.

However, the gods are certainly difficult to serve.The swordsman has eaten too many porridge that foxes don't touch, and his mouth is tired, and he gradually believes that this is the kind of fox fairy raised by God Inari, and the fox fairy doesn't need ordinary people's fireworks. drunk.On the day he decided not to waste his efforts in vain, he squatted in front of the fox with a small bowl in his hand, scooped up a spoonful and handed it to the fox's mouth, thinking that this was the last time, but the fox sniffled and opened his mouth to lick it. .

Then he fed again, and the fox licked again, chirping like a child sucking a finger, and quickly devoured the whole bowl.Then it wolfed down the whole pot, and with the swordsman on its back, it rolled over and its belly became round.

The swordsman stopped outside the shoji, secretly saw the round belly of the fox, and was encouraged in his heart. He thought, the gods are just as gluttonous as my brothers and sisters.After a few days, my mother brought many younger siblings from the city to bring dried seafood and a lot of fungi. The swordsman hid the fox in the wooden box where he kept his letters. These seafood delicacies.

A few days later, the fox's tail was healed. The swordsman returned home, and as soon as he entered the bedroom, he saw it lazily standing by the window, soaked in the cool autumn wind. The golden sun, with its eight tails standing proudly behind it, fluffy and swaying, is as fluffy as the first cloud over the river after the heavy rain, and the sun can give birth to a rainbow when it shines.

The tail is bigger than the body, but the proportions are harmonious no matter how you look at it. It is really a beautiful creature that is born out of the ordinary.The swordsman thought.

The fox turned to look at him.

The swordsman said, "Are you leaving?"

The fox squatted against the edge of the window, flicked its eight tails slightly behind it, tilted its head in doubt, its yellow eyes narrowed like that again, it bared its teeth, and its thin beard trembled.

The swordsman said: "Then you don't go."

The fox jumped off the window sill and approached him.

The swordsman smiled: "Nana."

The fox stepped on his feet with its front paws, raised its face, and rubbed its ears, the tip of its nose, and its neck against his horse's calf in the hakama, which was more intimate than the puppy he domesticated when he was young.The swordsman couldn't help squatting down and rubbing it. Seeing it closed its eyes, he thought to himself, am I picking up a god as a pet?As a result, this "Master God" really seemed to be able to read minds, and immediately stopped snoring and dawdling, turned around and walked into the courtyard.It can climb trees, perch leisurely on a mulberry tree that has lost most of its leaves, and bury its face in its big tail.

"Hey, you are not my pet," the swordsman shouted under the tree, "we are friends!"

That said, he still lacks reverence for the gods, but the fox didn't seem to care at all, and immediately jumped, and jumped firmly into his arms, hugging him in vain, too light and nimble, not that mortal thing.

The swordsman once thought that there were many people and many thoughts in his heart, so even if there was no one around him, he would not be bored and lonely.He has always believed in this matter, but after the fox came, he looked back and saw clearly the trick he had played on himself.

He enjoys the existence of the fox, and enjoys his own existence with a unique little friend.After winter, when he writes and reads on the tea table at night, the fox will always lie on his shoulders and neck, wrap his supple body around him, and hang his warm tail on his back, so that even the fire does not need to be overheated. prosperous.Sometimes the swordsman would read out the words in his eyes on a whim, and ask the fox, "ナナ, do you understand this sentence?"He will patiently explain the meaning, and the fox will jump onto the table from his shoulder. It loves to be clean, and stays away from the pen and ink. It only nests in the swordsman's hand, looking at the few lines quite calmly, as if saying, I understand. Yes, I understand.

The swordsman praised it for its cleverness, calling it a clever ナナ.

In the blink of an eye, winter passed, and it was April in the world, and the spring came very brightly. There were no flowers and trees on the hillside where the swordsman lived. He said he wanted to take the fox to the shrine to enjoy the cherry blossoms, so he let the fox sit on his front, hide his tail, and put his head Stretch out, but until late spring, the cherry blossoms withered in a few nights, and they never went there once.The swordsman was too busy. That year when bandits were rampant, he would kill people every two days. Even if he was sitting by the stream and playing the flute, with the spring breeze blowing by his ears, he still felt bloody all over his body.

The fox has learned to hide in his front.Maybe the gods really have something magical, and swordsmen often don't feel its hiddenness.Sometimes, just after being covered in blood, the fox suddenly appeared out of nowhere, crawling out from his clothes, its tail was still fluffy and soft, as if it hadn't been compressed at all, the fox gently licked the swordsman's eyelids, using his precious The fur brushed the blood from his face.

"Don't follow me any more." The swordsman was tickled and laughed.

The fox immediately showed its fangs, bit his cheek hard, and ran away lightly.

Or perhaps, the gods really blessed him, and the swordsman was still alone all day long, with few allies, but he was never seriously injured as he was in the past, and he also protected many panicked and chaotic villagers.

When he had nothing to do, the swordsman drank tea and read books at home, but the fox disappeared again. It started to wander outside, looking busy, but it would always go home by itself.The swordsman said to it, ナナ, the cherry blossoms are all defeated, we have no time to see it.

The fox flicked his hand with its tail, and the amber eyes seemed to say that it would be okay next year.

The swordsman suddenly realized that some kind of telepathy existed.But he didn't believe it rashly.He understood that he was used to this kind of life with the fox, and he was no longer willing to admit that it was just a human spirit. When his mother came to visit, he stood in the courtyard and saw the fox hiding in the tree canopy, the snow melting in the sunlight Here, he felt at ease, but he also frantically came up with the absurd idea of ​​wanting to introduce him as a person to his relatives.

When the fireworks of the end-summer festival bloomed above his head, the swordsman held a taiyaki in his hand and a fox with its tail hidden in his arms, and the men and women around him shouted and laughed, expressing their wishes and vows, and his heart began Untimely faint worry, one day it will go.

Autumn was approaching again, and one day when the heat was still there, the swordsman went out alone, and after driving dozens of miles, he came to an Inari shrine.When he was young, his mother often brought him here. He only remembers the excitement, but now it is deserted. In the troubled times, people are too busy to take care of themselves.

Only an old woman sweeps the floor in front of the torii gate.

He remembered her, Granny Yoshimura, who had lived in this shrine for decades, and the story in her belly was longer than the family history of the Tokugawa shogunate.

The swordsman bowed and greeted her.

Grandma Yoshimura sized him up twice, then smiled and said, "You want to ask me about the little fox?"

The swordsman gripped the hilt of the knife with his backhand, and was taken aback: "Yes."

"I've dealt with too many foxes, you smell like foxes," the mother-in-law leaned on a broom and sat down on the steps, "Oh, it's not just foxes."

"Fox fairy?"

"No, no," the mother-in-law slowly shook her head, "it's the Great Fox Fairy. How many tails does it have?"

"Eight."

"As white as snow?"

"There is no variegation." The swordsman had already loosened the handle of the knife, and stood up straight with his hands down, adding, "Like Chuxue."

"You must have been lucky lately."

"Well, I'm... I'm happy."

"It brought you good luck." The mother-in-law smiled, "Has it ever talked to you?"

"No. But I can sometimes see what it's trying to tell me."

"Once a fox opens its mouth to speak, it will completely charm the obedient person. It only needs one sentence, and that person will never be freed for the rest of his life. He is determined. It doesn't want to charm you like this, what a good boy!"

The swordsman stood still with his eyes wide open.

"It is at least eight hundred years old, but now it is still a little spirit, only entrusted with the duty of guarding a small area of ​​water and soil, and bringing luck and happiness to people," the mother-in-law lowered her eyes, looking at the fallen leaves and tree shadows on the ground , "When it develops its ninth tail, in the 900th year, it will become a real god with truly powerful power."

"Do you believe it?" the mother-in-law asked again.

The swordsman showed the unique look of a young man, reckless and innocent, he nodded heavily, "I believe it!"

"Oh, the fox fairy's tail has another function." The mother-in-law's smile lines piled up kindly. "It can grant any wish of it in an instant, including saving a person's life, as long as it is willing to give up one."

"Nine lives?"

But the mother-in-law shook her head: "No, when the tail is cut off, it is the day when the fox dies, no matter how many tails are cut off, so even if it has nine tails, it can only save one life, and it must be the person it loves faithfully. "

"One life for another?"

"Yes, the fate and time of all things in this world are fair. How can one change nine? The fox is very lucky to be able to change as he pleases."

The swordsman kept this sentence in mind all the time, and galloped home. He wanted to change his life, as long as he lived well.Back to the mountain where I lived, at the intersection, a small white shadow stood on the dirt road, not even a speck of dust, it was a fox waiting.

The swordsman got off his horse and didn't explain where he was going as if he was talking to himself. He just walked slowly side by side with the fox, and the fox also took small steps on tiptoe to keep up with him.The weather turned hot and cold, the fox would not always stick to him, and often walked side by side with him like this.They just walked through one autumn and one winter, one spring and one summer.

But in fact, not only is there no such thing as a one-for-nine exchange, nor is there a good time to live a lifetime, the swordsman never imagined that what he was curious about and inquired about with Grandma Yoshimura would become a prophecy one day.He had hung his life on the edge of the knife for too long, and he hadn't learned to cherish it for anyone. That day, he just got angry from his heart and raised his long knife to kill a daimyo who was raping a young girl by the side of the mountain road.

The girl fainted from fright, the big celebrity's head fell to the ground, and an arrow hit the swordsman's chest. Before he could pull out the arrow, blood gushed out, and there were countless hidden arrows aimed at him not far away.

The swordsman knew death in his heart, but he didn't regret it, but the fox suddenly jumped out from his front and jumped to the ground. There was no injury on his body, only his tail was stained red by his blood.

"You are here!" The swordsman shouted, "Go!"

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