Rabbit's Murder Memories

On the second day of my wedding, I woke up very early.When she stood up, she saw that Miyuki was not by her side.

I changed my clothes and went to the living room to find that she was setting the tableware on the dining table.

She looked at me blankly and said, "Let's eat!"

Strangely, I walked towards the dining table and found that small dishes of various colors were arranged in an orderly manner on the table, containing pickled vegetables, grilled fish, sushi, miso soup and rice.

"What did you do?" I asked in surprise.

Miyuki washed her hands and nodded with puffy eyes.

I suddenly remembered what I did yesterday. She probably cried all night.

"Let's eat..." she urged.

"Why not let the chef do it?" I asked after I sat down.

"We have already separated from our parents, and the newly recruited chef will come to work tomorrow, don't you know?"

I was taken aback, and looked around. The strange villa, the strange environment, and even the types of breakfast became very strange.

"Marriage is such a hassle."

Facing the assortment of Japanese meals on the table, I never moved my chopsticks. Instead, I lit a cigar and smoked it slowly while sitting on the dining chair.

Miyuki also kept silent, the huge villa was so quiet that a needle could be heard.

When the cigar was exhausted, I looked up at her and saw she was sipping soup from a silver spoon.

She seemed to be silent no matter what she did, whether it was cooking, getting out of bed, or even walking.

Her patience and tameness made me a little angry.

"Are you dumb?" I asked, leaning on the dining chair.

She put down the spoon and looked at me blankly.

"Are you dumb?" I repeated emphatically.

"What do you want me to say?" Her lips trembled, her eyes glistened with water, and she looked fragile and bullied.

I sneered, "Have you thought about it last night?"

"Thinking about what?"

"What I gave you last night...do you accept it?"

Her body trembled, and tears suddenly fell.

I gritted my teeth, stood up suddenly, and wanted to go up and slap her a few times, but I looked at the table of Japanese food in front of me, and held back forcefully.I sat down again, gripped the red lacquered chopsticks tightly, and took a few mouthfuls of rice angrily.The rice grains are fragrant and full, chewy, and the taste is very good.

Most of the anger in my heart disappeared suddenly.

"Stop crying, and let no one eat." I lowered my voice and said in a threatening tone.

She really put away her tears quickly, like a well-trained actor.

After dinner, I took out a card and threw it in front of her.

"There are 200 million in this card, you use it first."

She was taken aback, and said firmly, "I don't want it."

"Then what do you want?"

"Actually...it doesn't matter if we don't do it, I just want you to treat me better."

"It turns out that what you want is gentleness." I said with a scornful smile, "Do you know that what you want is contradictory? I lost my tenderness in the bloody battle."

Her face was instantly pale as paper, the corners of her mouth trembled, and she gave an ugly smile, but the smile was still submissive and submissive.

I was suddenly satisfied with her.

I rolled up the sleeves of my shirt, walked over, and pinched her face with my hands. Her skin was smooth and delicate, holding it in my hand, like a freshly peeled egg.

"You just need to be obedient, I can give you everything except love."

I turned around, walked to the door, thought about it while changing my shoes, and then added, "Including myself."

·

After finishing all the things related to marriage, a week has passed.

I even flew to Japan once between her and me, and met with her family members.

After eating, I went to Tanshan Shrine with her.

The time is exactly April, a season of cherry blossoms.

She also changed into a pink and white kimono, and walked carefully all the way after entering the torii gate.

"This shrine has a deep relationship with our family. There is a wooden tower inside, called the thirteen-storied pagoda, and next to it is the cemetery of the family ancestor Kamazu Fujiwara."

"This has nothing to do with the Yasukuni Shrine, right?" I asked with a smile.

She suddenly glanced at me sideways, "Tanshan Shrine existed in the seventh century AD, do you think it has something to do with it?"

I smiled awkwardly and didn't speak anymore, it turned out that she would lose her temper too.

Along the way, I followed her step by step, watching her wash her hands skillfully with a wooden spoon, rinse her mouth, and then walked to a shrine, bowed, clapped hands, made a wish, and finally left [-] yen.

"You can save more." I couldn't help reminding her.

"It doesn't make sense to stay too much. In Japanese, [-] yuan has the same pronunciation as yuyuan."

After speaking, she turned around and walked forward.

I froze for a moment, and after feeling Japan, she changed.

·

When I came out of the shrine, it was dusk, and she suggested to go to the hot springs. I thought about it, and finally nodded in agreement.

In a famous local hot spring clubhouse, I leaned on a wooden bench and watched her naked body, walking step by step towards the steaming spring water.

Her skin is white and curvy. When she entered the water, the cherry blossoms in the garden fell. She held it in her palm and looked at it carefully, like a child who has not grown up.

After soaking for a while, she suddenly turned around and said to me:

"Ji Ran, that thing... I brought it."

"What?" I asked strangely.

She pointed to the Chanel handbag on the bench, "Do you want it now?"

I suddenly understood what "that thing" she was talking about, and I suddenly understood why she went to the Tanzan Shrine of their Fujiwara family to make a wish today.

In fact, she is not going to pray, but more like going to confess, in order to get some kind of permission.

I looked at the cherry tree in the corner out of the corner of my eye, and suddenly felt a deep sadness.

"Okay." I smiled expressionlessly, "I'll wait for you on the bed."

·

The bed was white and the lights were dim. When Miyuki finished dressing and entered me, her movements were gentle, as if she was wiping a work of art.

"I said, can you work harder?" I turned to her and asked her dissatisfied.

"Oh." She responded lightly, and indeed increased her strength.

No, not at all.

For the first time, I felt that I lost my senses, lost my pleasure, and completely turned into a stone without any reaction.

I put my head on the bed, suddenly gave a wry smile, and kicked her back.

"roll."

·

On the day after returning to China, at around five o'clock in the afternoon, I came out of the company, picked up the car, and went directly to the Tea Horse Bar.

About the history of Tea Horse Bar, few people know better than me.Because I've been a top VIP since the day it first opened, spending more time at the bar than at home.

Before the renovation, the Tea Horse Bar was actually a gay bar, where my first boyfriends met.Later, the bar changed owners and was renovated for a long time. When it opened again, most of the comrades had already moved, and the bar became normal again.

After arriving at the bar today, instead of going to the booth, I ordered a glass of Jaeger, and I sat on the table chair and drank it slowly.

After about an hour, the number of people in the bar gradually increased, and a man suddenly walked towards me with a glass of wine.

"Is anyone here?" he asked, pointing to the chair across from me.

I was not in a good mood today, so I looked up at him impatiently. I originally wanted to refuse, but when I saw the handsome facial features of the man, I suddenly changed my mind and made a "please" gesture.

After the man sat down, he unbuttoned his shirt, seemingly inadvertently revealing his strong chest muscles.

I smiled lightly and asked:

"There are still many empty seats, why did you choose this?"

He looked at Jäger in front of me, raised his glass and said:

"Because I went around and found that you and I were the only ones in the bar drinking Jager."

I picked up the wine glass with a smile and touched him.

"Is it just because of the wine, or do you know who I am?" I asked, staring at him warily while drinking.

He smiled calmly, without any emotion in his eyes.

I stretched out my fingers and gently touched his palm, his body trembled, and then he smiled knowingly, and generously put his hand on my palm.

I raised the wine glass, touched him again, and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp. He was taken aback for a moment, but soon smiled unconvinced, picked up half of his glass of Jager, and took a sip with the same movement. Lose.

I waved to the bartender, "Bring me the Louis XIII I put here!"

He seemed taken aback, and tightened his fingers, "You're rich, brother!"

When I heard him call me "Brother" suddenly, I couldn't help laughing out loud, "Don't call me Brother, I'm actually 'Brother'."

He pursed his lips, and smiled brightly, "I don't care about that. If you're my brother, I'm my brother, and if you're my brother, I'm my brother."

"Then let's see your size tonight?"

"No problem." He smoothed the broken hair on his forehead with his hands, and suddenly leaned into my ear and said, "My size will hurt you."

His breath was hot, blowing against the sensitive skin of my neck, my body went numb, and I smiled disdainfully, "Not necessarily."

After Louis XIII was brought by the bartender, I waved to the bouncer next to the table, indicating that he could get off work.

·

He and I had two glasses of wine, and after finishing a bottle of Louis XIII, we went to the Sifang Hotel.

After entering the door, he hugged me, and my tongue was entangled with his quick.A moment later I quickly slipped my hand through his belt and took hold of his hot cock.His thing, as he said, was big and as menacing as a boa constrictor's head.

In the end he entered me from behind, but I didn't feel pain, but felt an unprecedented fullness. At this moment, someone suddenly called.

I signaled him to stop because it was Miyuki calling.

"Hello..." I pressed the answer button.

"Are you coming back for dinner?" she asked softly.

"Not going back."

"Aren't you coming back tonight?"

"Ah."

Not long after the call was hung up, the man shook his body and asked:

"Your wife called?"

"No." I denied.

"girlfriend?"

"Yeah." I said softly, and then I had my first orgasm.

·

By the time he and I lay down on the bed exhausted, it was already late at night.

He filled the bathtub with hot water, "You soak it first, and I'll wash it after you finish soaking."

I nodded, pointed to the half of Marlboro protruding from his handbag and said, "Give me a cigarette!"

He froze for a moment, walked over to take one, and handed it to me.

After I lit it, I stuffed it into my mouth, "Come with me from now on, and you can set a price for how much."

He didn't answer right away, but lit a cigarette, sat directly on the white floor tile opposite the bathtub, and smoked without saying a word.

After smoking a cigarette, he flicked the catkin-like ash on the floor drain of the bathroom.

"Brother, we're one-on-one, right?" he asked.

"One on one, what do you mean?"

He lowered his head and smiled, "It means that I only accompany you, not including your friends."

His words made me laugh out loud, I took the last puff of the cigarette, and threw the cigarette butt on the ground, "Don't worry about it, I eat alone, and I don't have the habit of sharing it with others."

He picked up the cigarette butt, threw it into the toilet, and pressed the flush button, saying:

"Okay, brother, then I will follow you from now on."

"Don't want to make a high price?" I asked, staring into his eyes with interest.

"It's just such a body, it's such a long thing, just give it as you see."

"The 100 million will be credited to your card tomorrow."

"Row."

"Do you have a place to live now?" I asked him.

"Yes, it's a rented house."

I nodded, "A friend of mine immigrated abroad and hasn't come back for several years. He has a villa in the suburbs. You can move there tomorrow."

"Success, thank you bro."

After soaking for 15 minutes, I came out of the bathroom and threw the keys on the table.

After he finished washing, he didn't leave, and fell asleep on another bed.

That night, I slept soundly and had the same "dream" again.

No, it shouldn't be called "Dream", it should be called "Nightmare".

Because this "dream" has never ended from the moment it started, and it has been tormenting me for 15 years over and over again.

In that deep "nightmare", I have always been the sophomore in high school, and I have never changed.

·

In the spring of [-], a transfer student came to our grade.

She is a Japanese girl, and here is a very beautiful Japanese girl.Her name is Miyuki, Fujiwara Miyuki.

Since she came, I often went to see her at the door of her class with a few partners every time after class.

On March [-], [-], I secretly entrusted a friend in her class to send her a love letter, asking her to enjoy the cherry blossoms on April [-].

On April [-]st, as soon as the bell rang for the end of get out of class, I went to the Cherry Blossom Trail.

But it wasn't Miyuki who arrived at the same time as me, but a group of boys of different heights.I know the leader. He is a famous figure in the school, and his father is an official in the central government.

Without further ado, the man slapped me and asked, "I heard you sent a love letter to that Japanese girl?"

With a dark face, I looked at the friend who was hiding behind him and was in the same class as Miyuki, and cursed angrily:

"You fucking dare to betray me!"

"Sell you, mother." The man said and slapped me again.

I was unwilling to be beaten. In fact, since I was a child, I have never been beaten like this by anyone. I returned my hand and kicked his crotch with my foot.

He arched his waist, and even frowned. The six or seven people behind him were stunned, and then rushed forward.

It was suddenly dark.

Ten minutes later, I was lying on the ground in severe pain all over my body, gasping for breath, trying to raise my hand to get up, but found that the hand was completely unconscious.Just now that person suddenly came up again and kicked me twice on the head.

Finally he put his foot on my head and pressed my face into the mud.

"You want to play with Japanese girls, don't you?" He grinned grimly, "Okay, you straighten my bottom first, and I will let you play."

After speaking, he asked someone to lift me up, and then slowly loosened his belt,

I felt that my consciousness had begun to gradually lose consciousness. I raised my head and stared fixedly at the cherry blossoms on one side. The flowers bloomed beautifully, as white as snow, and resembled her name very much.

April [-]st is April Fool's Day, and the reason why I deliberately chose to confess to her on this day is because all confessions in this world have a way out on April [-]st.

However, all these carefully prepared retreats, all these exhaustive arrangements, have become irrevocable today.

Before the consciousness completely disappeared, I vaguely heard someone laughing and saying:

"Open your mouth, kneel upright and keep your mouth steady, don't bite..."

When someone knocked my mouth open with a dead branch on the ground, the cherry blossoms in April were silently falling from the branch, just like the time that never came back.

·

The next day, I woke up suddenly from the endless nightmare and found that the sheets behind me were wet.

I wiped the cold sweat from my forehead, and suddenly heard the sound of running water from the bathroom. Not long after, the man from yesterday came out of it. He smiled at me and put on his own clothes.

I lay on the head of the bed, staring at the sunlight outside the window. When I turned around, I saw him taking out the hotel's clothes dryer and slowly arranging my suit and shirt.

I walked to the TV cabinet, picked up the key I dropped yesterday, handed it to him, and told him the specific address.

After I finished washing and changing all my clothes, I asked him to accompany me to the restaurant for dinner.

After dinner, I said goodbye to him in front of the hotel, watching his back gradually walking away, I suddenly remembered something, so I immediately stopped him:

"Hey, by the way, what's your name?"

He stopped suddenly, put his hands in his pockets, and didn't turn around for a long time, as if this question was difficult to answer.

It wasn't until I walked towards him that he turned around and smiled, and replied with a sunny face:

"My name is Chu Han."