Ten-Dimensional Covenant [Unlimited]

My mind is messed up, some thoughts want to come out uncontrollably, why does he lose his taste?

He is delicious, rich, in the prime of life, free from disease and disaster, and lacking in everything. What kind of blow made him lose his taste?

When did he lose his taste?

…2 years ago, the chocolate snow top coffee was suddenly withdrawn from the market… Takoyaki did not allow anyone to taste him…

Some fragments flashed through my mind, but when I thought about it, I couldn't grasp anything.

His eyes were still so moist, he smiled and asked me: "Is it delicious?"

He didn't seem to know that he had lost his taste.

I chewed it twice, licked my lips, and said almost instinctively: "Okay, delicious."

"Huh." He seemed a little surprised, "Shouldn't you say 'Bland, like white water, totally unworthy of my wealth?'"

I choked for a moment, my heart sank, whether he really didn't know or was acting.

I remember several times, I made it clear that I wanted to taste him, but he refused me without exception, he really didn't know?

But if he knew, why did he take the initiative to let me taste him this time?You can't just remind me.

My mind was in a mess, so I tentatively said: "We have already made an oath. Whether it tastes good or not, I will never abandon you."

Unexpectedly, after hearing this sentence, he was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly burst into laughter: "What nonsense are you talking about? I'm just here to help you investigate the epidemic of depression. You don't take it seriously, do you?"

"You, you were just acting just now?" My face was so ugly, if there was a piece of tofu now, I could smash it to death.

He picked up my fish face and put the rectangular head in front of me, "If I say yes, will you kill me?"

I will, I will cut him into pieces to vent my hatred!

However, the tears dripped down without disappointment, like two huge bubbles: "You go."

He shook his head helplessly and wiped away my tears: "Why are you crying again?"

I snatched the handkerchief, twisted my nose for a long time, and cursed: "I laugh when I want to laugh, and cry when I want to cry! Unlike you, I pretend to cry when I want to laugh, and pretend to cry when I want to cry." But he was smiling."

His lips moved twice, his eyes dimmed, but he was still smiling.

For some reason, I blurted out two words: "Don't cry."

He looked at me blankly, and then his smile slowly widened, warm as gasoline: "I lied to you, I wasn't acting just now."

ha?I scratched my scalp, and when I realized it, there was a bang in my heart, at the end of the darkness, the sky was full of stars.

"You, are you serious?" When I got excited, I held his waist and lifted him up.

"Yeah, but..." He giggled and snapped at my fins.

"Get rid of this but!" I shook his body desperately.

"However, I really haven't completely fallen in love with you yet."

I heard the sound of heartbreak.The hand "popped" loose, and the loss plunged into my belly.

He fell to the ground: "but."

I looked up, almost mad: "Can you finish the sentence at once?"

He touched my fish head: "But, I feel that day is coming soon."

Wait, let me take a good look at it, what he meant by this, is it... is it...

I looked at him expectantly, and he nodded to me.

I smirked.He first looked at me and smiled, and after a while, he laughed with me too.

Today must be my lucky day.

After the joke was over, I felt a little uneasy again, and asked, "Why? Why is it so sudden?"

I know him well, he is a very cunning person, if he likes someone, he will never say it out loud, instead he will beat around the bush and let that unlucky guy pursue him.

That's right, I firmly believe that I am the unlucky guy, and he has had a crush on me for a long time.

"Everything in the past is a prologue. Since any path has risks, it is better to take the path you are most familiar with. What's more, I still have my brother, my father, and many things that I don't want to part with." He looked at the layers of people. Misty clouds, sea of ​​morning glories surging in the breeze,

"Having said that, I really don't have the courage to take the first step into the abyss. I need a fulcrum to support me to make that difficult decision."

"Huh?" I had no idea what he was talking about.

"I can't help it. In this world, you are the only one I can trust." He spread his hands like a rascal, "I can only rely on you."

This time I understand.

"Hey," I sighed triumphantly, there is no way, who will make me work harder?

"However, don't treat me as a free laborer. My promise also has a shelf life, and I won't wait for you until sunset." I said, "I need a...judgment basis."

Just like the end of the titration, I can clearly judge his feelings for me jumping from liking to love.

He thought for a long time, so long that I thought he was asleep, and then he suddenly turned his head and looked at me, with a look of sadness in his eyes: "Prepare the medicine to remove the mark. If one day I ask you for , that means I've fallen in love with you."

I thought I had heard it wrong, so I asked again.

But he is still the answer.

I stared at him blankly: "Are you crazy?"

"I'm not crazy." He shook his head, and the sadness in his eyes was even worse, as if a person who fell into the water had to let go of the last floating board.

"Then you must be stupid!" I jumped up angrily, "Do you know that once the mark is removed, I will never be able to mark you again."

"I know," he said.

"Why?" I needed an answer as badly as I needed a toilet when I needed a pee.

"I can't rub the sand in my eyes. If I fall in love with you, I must be the 1 in your heart, not 09, not 08, and it is impossible to be a vassal of the mark, do you understand?"

I don't understand, my family has reproduced like this for thousands of years.Mark is a part of me, I love him and that will never change.

He still shook his head.

I'm angry, it's good for people to live and be happy, why the distinction is so clear: "Let me tell you, a liar like you, with a belly black like ink, if there is no mark, I will never fall in love with you! "

"I know," he smiled helplessly, "this is a gamble, and I can afford to lose it. But if your love Zhang San can, Li Si can, anyone with a mark can do it , then I'd rather not."

I was almost mad at him: "But have you ever thought that if you remove the mark, I can mark anyone except you! Anyone can mark you, except me!"

"If you mark someone, I will kill him. If someone marks me, you will kill him." He said this as naturally as if he was saying that he would eat cold noodles tomorrow.

I said coldly: "I will not kill him, I will only kill you!"

"Then you'll kill me." His expression was flat, and he paused every word.

Why?I felt a kind of grief and anger inexplicably, but I had nowhere to vent it.It's like watching everyone's happiness turn into an inexplicable tragedy.

He sat down, his hair covered his eyelashes, casting a shadow, looking as fragile as crystal: "Sometimes I hate myself too. Why do you always have to make things clear, isn't it good to be stupid, live Is it bad to be in an illusion? Why do you have to make a mess of your life? But I can't."

I looked at his lonely appearance and felt terribly sad.

But he suddenly smiled: "You should be happy, I am finally willing to let you go. You are destined to lose this game."

That's right, no matter whether I like him or hate him, want to have sex with him or want to kill him after the mark is removed, I'm always the winner, and he will always be the one who loses.

For some reason, my heart was swollen. He was like an air pump, pumping air into my heart non-stop. It made me feel uncomfortable, and I wanted to cry.

"Don't be so dejected." He leaned over, leaning against my shoulderless fish scales, and asked in a gentlemanly manner, "Can I still lean here?"

"Fuck it. You don't have much time to rely on." I lost my temper completely, "I'll kick you when the mark is gone."

"So, I have to take advantage of it for a while longer." He smiled.

"Xiaoxiaoxiao, you can laugh now." I took a bite of the morning glory viciously.

"Come on." He tugged at my fins, "Maybe you still like me without the mark? Man, you always have to prepare for the worst."

"Shut up!" I yelled, I know that my facial features must be distorted now, irritable like a sea urchin, but I can't control it, he always has a way to detonate my emotions.

"Let me be quiet." I tried to control myself.

So, he stopped talking and leaned against me quietly, while my brain kept running.

This is my first real thought.

I think about it a lot.After the mark fades, if I still have feelings for him, if I don't have feelings for him, if I want to kill him, if...

I fell asleep, and in my dream I thought about a lot.

About life, about the future.

But I can't do anything.Because I can't control my future self, let alone the future.

When I woke up, I was already lying at home with a thin quilt over my body.I feel like I've changed a bit, but nothing seems to have changed.

I wash, dress, and put on a tie.Like a stray dog ​​about to become homeless.

He has left.On the table was the dinner he had carefully prepared for me.The red bean pie looks and tastes delicious, no raw meat, let alone cockroaches.

I took a bite, and the sunless sky gradually turned gray.I took a second bite, the sound of traffic filling my eardrums.

Outside the window, people in a hurry have already started their day-to-day journey.

Some people hide behind safe signal lights, and some people go against the flow of traffic.

Someone got into an argument with a merchant on the side of the road for one digit after the decimal point.

Someone was lying in a luxurious room, drunk and dreaming.

And I am just like them, just as mediocre and as incompetent.

My parents gave me a flawless parentage.But I'm just an ordinary person, day after day, year after year.

There is nothing in particular that I want to do, and there is no dream in particular that I want to pursue.

just live.

I take out a card from the space.

I ate the last bite of the red bean pie.

I made the first thoughtful decision of my life.

Jingle bell - the phone rings at the right time.

"It's not good, something serious happened." Peanut's voice was rarely bluffing.

I said with an unimaginable calmness: "Calm down."

It was a strange feeling, like nothing in the world could affect me anymore.

Peanut: "The murderer has been arrested!"

"Wipe." I jumped up and smashed the ceiling light bulb.

Sure enough, the facts tell me that pretending to be handsome will never last for three seconds.

It doesn't matter if you're a deliberate fish or not.

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