auspicious baby

This night, there was a gentle breeze and light rain, gentle and gentle, without the irritable style of summer.

This meal was eaten slowly, and there was not much talk during the meal, deliberately avoiding the status quo, appearing taciturn, and the atmosphere was inevitably depressed.

Congratulations on the suggestion, how about some wine

Zhang Chunming smiled, "Okay, I haven't had a drink for a long time, so I might as well have a good drink tonight."

"I don't know how to drink." Gu Yue twisted her braids and said.

"Then I'll fine you to buy wine." A maid said smartly.

As soon as the words fell, several people echoed.

"Hey, what time is it now? The store is closed!" Gu Yue said.

Baoxiang seemed to think of something, so he said "wait a minute" and trotted into the kitchen.After a while, several bottles of wine covered with thick dust were brought out, and the red cloth that sealed them was also faded.

Congratulations and said with a smile, "Yo, it will become a Western magic."

"Where did you find it?" Zhang Chunming asked curiously, having lived here for several years and never seeing it.

"Gu Zhang hid it here. He said it was for aging." Baoxiang said.He puffed up his cheeks and blew the dust on the bottle cap, and opened the wine cork with a forceful pull. Instantly, the rich aroma of the wine overflowed, like a summer breeze, which made people worried and intoxicated when he smelled it.

After drinking half a glass, Baoxiang felt drunk.

Why do people always like to drink? It's not good, it's hot, it's so bad, Baoxiang thought.

But now he just wants to drink, not savoring the mellow aroma of the wine, not slowly tasting the change of the wine entering his throat, like a cow drinking water, simple and rude, just pour it straight down.

Zhang Chunming grabbed his wrist, grabbed his half-full wine glass, looked at his confused eyes, and coaxed, "Okay, okay, stop drinking."

When Baoxiang was drunk, he was like all drunks, opening his mouth and muttering, "I'm not drunk, I'm not drunk..." He snatched the glass back, raised his head, opened his mouth, and downed it.

Zhang Chunming had no choice but to pat her on the shoulder in congratulations, "Let him go."

So the reception together turned into several people looking at Baoxiang and pouring it straight. In the end, he cried, crying indistinctly, slurred his speech, sighed congratulations, and carried him back to the room.

The next day, when Baoxiang woke up, the afternoon sun was very bright, and he rarely slept like crazy. Now that he woke up, his body clamored to make up for the lack of sleep he had been having all along.The sun shines through the windowsill glass and casts on the ground, refracting the colorful colors of the rainbow. He has a dry mouth and sore throat, and even pouring a few bowls of water does not help. However, Baoxiang is glad that the wine is good wine. No dizziness or pain.

He took a few mouthfuls of food symbolically, after some consideration he decided to visit Yamada Suya.

He stood in front of the courtyard gate, pacing and wandering under the garden tree, and Yamada Suke was not at home, and the soldiers guarding the gate did not allow him to enter.Baoxiang waited in confusion, fearing that Xiangu would have some mishaps in prison, and thinking of Master Wang's grievances, he felt very angry and aggrieved. After thinking about it, he thought of Yang Jiaping's letter and struggled with what to do

Distraught, Yamada Suke returned home with great pomp and circumstance. The convoy and infantry were able to circle the playground.

He walked up quickly, and was stopped by the guards as usual, and Yamada Suke never looked at him. Baoxiang was anxious, and shouted a few words in Japanese loudly, and the guard who stopped him slapped him. Knocked his head aside.

Yamada Suke also said indifferently, "You are an eunuch." The words were in Japanese, and the voice was not loud, but all the Japanese soldiers heard them, and they smiled wretchedly with malicious intent.

Baoxiang froze in an instant, his breathing was so difficult that he couldn't breathe, Yamada Suke turned around and left, the last straw fell, it was very light, but it had already crushed the last line of defense, Baoxiang bowed his head heavily in self-abandonment, his eyes Tears kept swirling, but did not flow.

"I beg you, can you help me?! I will definitely repay you well in the future. I know it's empty words, but it's definitely not empty words!" He begged desperately and almost knelt down.

"Oh, I'm very interested." Yamada Suke also touched the two beards on his lips, and the corners of his mouth were raised, like a wolf looking at the prey in its pocket, with playful eyes.

Baoxiang was brought into the courtyard, and the architectural style inside was transformed into a Japanese style. The curtains on the coffee table on the floor set off against the trees and rockery outside.

Baoxiang was left on the sidelines, and he stood quite at a loss, exhausted and restless.

Yamada Sukeya hadn’t seen Wang Ankang for a few days. As soon as he crossed the threshold, he entered the dormitory. As expected, he was still lying on his side on the bed. In Yamada Sukeya’s eyes, Wang Ankang looked too sick to get out of bed. It is a lazy tranquility, everything is fine, and the years are quiet.

Yamada also leaned down, like a vicious hunting cat, rubbed the corners of his lips against his cheeks, smelling his breath, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and tasted the slightly bitter taste of Chinese medicine in his mouth with his lips and tongue.Wang Ankang was stung by his stubble, he opened his eyelids with great effort, glanced at him lightly, then closed his eyes and continued to fall asleep.

Sometimes Yamada Suke also feels that he is quite cheap. The more indifferent Wang Ankang is, the more fascinated he is.His hobby in bed is to torture people, never ending.But when he met Wang Ankang, the more he wanted to abuse, the more he would control himself. In the conflict and struggle, he saw back and forth.

Many times when desires are not satisfied, they just want to find someone to wreak havoc on them, but no matter who it is, they always think of Wang Ankang unconsciously, and they prefer weak and weak young people.

As for Wang Ankang, he himself couldn't figure it out, so he simply didn't care about it. It was fine if he didn't die. It took so long, so let's just wear it down slowly.

Sniffing, sniffing, he has a □□.

He lifted the cup and pushed it down.

……

From the beginning to the end, Wang Ankang kept his eyes closed, like a ball of flour scalded by boiling water, allowing people to knead and knead.

After the cloud and rain, Yamada Suke also changed into Japanese casual clothes. When he came out, he saw Baoxiang rubbing his hands and pulling the hem of his clothes. His face was full of cowardice. He smiled with the corners of his mouth curled up. Very interesting.

"Let's stay here from now on."

"What?" Baoxiang thought he had heard wrong, so he asked subconsciously.

Yamada Suke ignored it, and instead looked at his own house.

"Does red look good?"

Baoxiang couldn't tell what he was thinking, so he stood in embarrassment, followed his words, and said, "It looks good."

Yamada Suke didn't speak, and Baoxiang didn't dare to make a sound. After standing silently for a while, Yamadasuke went out, Baoxiang followed behind him, and when he was about to leave, he was stopped by the guard.

He anxiously called Yamada Sukeya, and Yamada Suya left without looking back.

Baoxiang was in a hurry and tried to rush out, but his thin body could not be the opponent of a heavy-backed guard. In the two or three pushes, Baoxiang was pushed to the ground hard, and the back of his head hit the exposed bluestone slab Going up, I suddenly felt a headache, and there were sparks in my eyes.

In the dark prison, Gu Zhang stood in front of the prison door. He was dressed in military uniform, with a tall and straight figure, and his hard face was not angry but mighty, giving people a sense of oppression.

Xiangu is like a dying old dog, curled up in a wet and cold corner, her eyes are dull, she seems to be blind, and she can't find the focus. On the top is the skin sac painted by the legendary skin ghost. She is pale and thin, and looks creepy. She is like a horrible person who has been demonized.

"Remember Yang Yuzheng"

When Xiangu heard Yang Yuzheng's name, her eyes turned like dead fish slightly, and she began to focus with difficulty, and she yelled twice with a dry throat.

"The kidnapping case that year was planned by you alone."

Xiangu's brain was rusty, she propped up her thin and big head, she was motionless, the lights in her eyes would go out at any moment, she seemed to be lost in thought and memory, "Yes." She hadn't spoken for a long time, her voice Hoarse as an old duck.

"Is Baoxiang in your scheme?!" Gu Zhang was obviously angry.

"I don't know, I don't remember."

"What is the relationship between Zhao Peng and you!"

"He killed my whole family, and I want to kill him too."

"Then what about my father! What about my family of ten?!"

"Their lives are bad, and I'm also very sad." Xiangu said, in the darkness, I couldn't see her expression clearly.

Gu Zhang kicked the fence hard, and the iron railing couldn't withstand his violent blow, and it sank.Gu Zhang didn't want to look at her again, for fear that if he stayed for a second longer, he would lose control of himself and would pull out his gun and kill her, then turned around and left.

Walking out of the prison, there is a clear blue sky above the head. The sky is so good, the wind is blowing and the grass is low, but it can't dispel the haze in Gu Zhang's heart.

Baoxiang was imprisoned in the house, and he was extremely anxious. Now that the matter had come to an end, he didn't expect Yamada Suke to be able to help, he only hoped that he could escape.Turning around in a hurry, I found that Yamada Suke was not comparable to ordinary people. They suspected that he was mentally ill, had severe delusional persecution, and it was still in the advanced stage. The ground is surrounded by guards, and even a fly cannot fly out, let alone a living person.

When he was at his wit's end, a few coughs caught his attention. He remembered that Yamada Suke also said that his lover was in poor health.Ma Xingtian was in a hurry, and people were in a hurry to seek medical treatment. Baoxiang tried his best to draw a little hope from the bottom of the pot, hoping to beg his wife to let him go out.

The pattern in front of the room door is extremely particular, blending Chinese and Japanese styles, pavilions, small bridges and old trees complement each other with Japanese-style Anju houses, forming a unique style.

The breeze blows gently, and the sweet-scented osmanthus forest in the distance blows gently, and the fragrance of flowers fills the garden. Plant an osmanthus tree in my yard.

"Cough, cough..." Intermittently, as soon as I heard it, I knew that the master was not in good health, short of breath.