Inhibition Marking Committee

At night, the hut is dark and cold, and the oppressive atmosphere seems to condense into a solid body, pushing people from all directions, persecuting the eyeballs, getting into the throat, squeezing the lungs, blocking the esophagus and trachea, making it difficult to lift. Legs step.

Xi Mo went up two steps and stopped in a daze.He raised his head, and there was a solitary lamp in front of him, the halo of which gathered in one place indistinctly, just to illuminate the words flowing from the tip of the pen under the lamp.

His own brother sat on the cold iron stool.The stool was too short for his height, so Simo bent his back and half-bend on the small case.There were some wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, which crawled across his face like spider silk, and the lines of his jaw and neck were thin, showing a kind of thinness soaked in time.The wrist bones protrude, and the gesture of holding the pen is very smooth. It can be seen that he hardly hesitates about what he writes.

The light was dim, and Xi Mozhi could see the iron lock under the table clearly, hovering around Xi Mohui's feet like a snake.His eyes fluctuated, and he raised his tone to attract his brother's attention: "Did brother lock himself up again?"

The tip of the pen stopped, the long silver hair flowed rustlingly, Xi Mo turned around slowly, and Xi Mozhi saw a tranquility on his face.

Xi Mozhi's pupils shrank, and for some reason, his brother's expression made his hair stand on end.

"It's a good time for you to come. I'm about to give you something." Simo looked at him tenderly.

Xi Mo took a step back and went down a step, "What is it?"

"Come here." Simo took back the pen and folded the letter papers, corner to corner, meticulously.He stood up, limped to the iron fence, and reiterated to his wary younger brother: "Come here."

Xi Mozhi stepped forward as if half-forced, took the piece of paper, unfolded it on the spot, read it silently in his heart, closed the letter paper and asked in amazement: "A kidnapping letter written by you yourself? Huh? The kidnapped person is yourself? "

Simo came back to the table, and the reversed soft light turned him into a silhouette. He said softly, as if whispering, "It's an elopement letter."

"What do you want to play, brother? Take me to play with you!" Xi Mozhi leaned against the railing, smiling flamboyantly.

Simo replied: "There will be your role."

Xi Mozhi was very excited: "I can't wait. I must be present in the final scene. I must see the beautiful appearance of my brother eating people with my own eyes."

The light flickered for a while, and Xi Mohui's figure disappeared into the darkness for a while, and when it came back on again, there was a hint of sadness on his lips.

A well-planned elopement opened just an hour later.

Huan Xiubai came to the small window on time, the gun case was full of bullets, and he himself was full of anticipation.

"How do we go?" He distracted the guards in the city ahead of time, knocked out the coachman on his way home, and snatched the key to unlock the lock.He wanted to forcefully break down the door and take the man away the moment Sim Mo replied, but Sim Mo insisted that he come back later.

"Pull me on your horse, without hesitation, straight out of town, don't stop and don't look back."

When Huan Xiubai opened the door, Xi Mohui was already standing behind it.He didn't realize that there was an iron fence in front of the space on the second floor, which separated everyone from the monster, and it would disappear only when he came.

Huan Xiubai held the hand he extended, and the bandage rubbed against his palm, itching.Not much time, he led Simo back to the horse, the man's body temperature lingered around, the moment he grabbed the rein, he wrapped his hands around his waist and abdomen, and clasped his fingers tightly against his body.

Xi Mohui's face was pressed against his broad shoulders, and his voice was close at hand, soft like a wisp of smoke, but hit Huan Xiubai's heart hard: "No matter what happens, don't look back. When you get to the wine brand, I will be you It's gone."

—I am yours now.

The horseshoes run wildly on the gravel path, and the strange scenery of the town merges into mottled color blocks in the eyes, changing frame by frame in the retina, compared with the body that is tightly cuddling together, which remains unchanged. The moment the wind changed direction, the strands of hair gently caressed Huan Xiu's white cheeks, and he opened his lips to hold a strand of it quietly.

He's about to have Sim Mo back!

The hairpin made of gold and pearls was scorching hot in his pocket, a fire of hope was ignited in his heart, and a beautiful picture slowly unfolded before his eyes.

Passing through the alley between two high-rise buildings, Huan Xiubai grabbed the reins and whipped the whip. He looked down and saw those hands, happiness flowed in his body, climbed up to the tip of his tongue along the blood vessels, it was hot and scalding, and the coating on his tongue was numb , driving him to say freely: "Let's find a peaceful place to live, no one knows us, we can have a child, I will raise it, it won't waste your energy, can you—"

"Child..." Simo echoed with shock.

Huan Xiubai choked suddenly.Want a baby?He and Xi Mohui are both men, who will be reborn?Why did he say such stupid things out of nowhere?

Xi Mohui's palms were pressed against the little lover's abdomen, under the thick and rough windproof fabric, there were hard lumpy abdominal muscles.But one day, they will also become soft, gradually stretched to accommodate the new life, and carry the weight of this feeling.

"Our children... Will there really be one?" He tightened his arms, and his forearm stretched into Huan Xiubai's lower abdomen.

Huan Xiubai thought of Xi Mohui's age, and heard a hint of vicissitudes and hopelessness.His eyes were hot, and his voice was trembling as the horse jolted: "There will be... I'm still young, I can give you..." Sheng.

If only he could actually give birth.

He continued: "There must be...you and my child, if you want it, I'll—" Steal and snatch it to get back a child.

"But I'm not young anymore." Simo Hui's voice was terribly calm.

He doesn't have time to spend on relationships.A child, with his blood coagulated, sounds desirable, but Xi Mohui can't even live to the day when the child grows up.

The curse of reincarnation stopped his time there forever.

He is no longer that dreamy young man.Reality taught him to endure pain, and also taught him how to cut off unrealistic hopes.

Without expectations, there will be no loss, and there will be no pain.

That's it.

The horses galloped out of the city, and a full moon was covered by leaden gray clouds, glaring at the earth gloomily.

Huan Xiubai's eyes were sour, and Xi Mohui finally said it.He and Xi Mohui were finally forced to face this deep gap.

There is nothing more insurmountable than time. From the very beginning, it has been an abyss between them. No matter which side, as long as they take a step towards the other side, they will fall into the abyss and be lost forever.

But Huan Xiubai was willing to be destroyed forever.Even if he is dead, his bones are broken, and his body will climb up that day's danger, in front of Xi Mohui.

Because he knows that what is waiting for him is the embrace of his lover.

Huan Xiubai lowered his head, his chest heaved, he swallowed the sadness pouring into his throat, tried to smile, and told his lover: "Compared to the young you, I love you now."

The sound of Simo's breathing echoed in his ears seemed to stop for a moment.

The horse howled for a while, then stopped, and above its head was the wine bottle billboard at the entrance of the town, staring at them silently and hugely.

No matter how Huan Xiubai drove him away, the bay red horse was unwilling to move forward.

Xi Mohui jumped off the horse without saying a word, and obviously staggered when he landed.He seemed to have lost his soul, walking stiffly, and at the end of his walking direction was Wushang Town, which suddenly grew in the desert.

Huan Xiubai chased him from behind, and when he heard the rapid footsteps of his boots on the sand, Xi Mohui's back was stunned.

"Why did you leave?" the stranger asked pantingly.

Xi Mohui uttered short syllables in a low voice, perhaps humming or laughing, but Huan Xiubai couldn't hear it clearly.

"Why do you like me? You shouldn't like me." Simo's thin body trembled, he seemed to be holding back a laugh, and he seemed to be crying.

When he turned his face, his eyes were empty.

"What if that's the case? Would you still say 'love'?" He bent his lower lip mockingly, and tore off the white bandage in front of Huan Xiubai.

The damaged "mask" was torn and fell down one by one, and the appearance eroded by the years was exposed. He was so embarrassed that he had to hold his voice, and forced his voice to sarcastically say: "The lips you can't wait to kiss , growing on such an old and ugly man, don't you feel sick and want to vomit?"

Huan Xiubai fell into silence. He stood there for a long time, until the old man clenched his lips in despair, his fingers hidden by his side convulsed, his back straightened unyieldingly, but at any moment there would be a tiny vibration, a fragile click. break off.

He raised his eyes with deep eyes, and asked Simo back: "Is this the reason why you rejected me?"

Simo Hui wanted to hide his face in front of his lover, but he was a monster, and monsters would not kindly leave good memories for foreigners.The more beautiful this relationship is, the more frightened he is, the more he wants to tear apart the beautiful appearance with his own hands, even if his heart is dripping with blood, he wants to destroy the unrealistic delusion of the little lover.

Young people, so fickle, will always regret it, won't they?

He is not young anymore, he is not the same as before.

So he raised his face, wrinkles grew on his body, he laughed loudly, and made his usual gentle smile with his youthful face, and finally told his little lover: "Look, things in this world are so ugly, I..." He Choked up for a moment, "You and I have already missed too—uh!"

He suddenly opened his eyes wide, and the handsome face of a young man was reflected in the shocking pupils.The long hair scattered behind his back was grabbed, his eyelashes trembled, and his sudden disordered breathing was swallowed up. He was surrounded by a blazing fire, and blood was already boiling in his cold hands and feet.

Tight young hands gently caressed his lover's slack face, and Simo Hui suddenly had the urge to cry.

it's the same……

it's the same.

Many years ago, in his last life, when he was young and beautiful, this person held his face like this.

So cherished, so careful.

The reckless kiss, the hugging posture, and the straightforward words have not changed...

"I don't know you when you were young, of course I love you the most." Huan Xiubai rested his head on his shoulder, hugging the old man's body even tighter.He turned his head to peek at Xi Mohui's blinking eyes, saw the crimson corners of his eyes, and stared at the red and swollen lips for a long time, counting the trembling frequency of the slightly opened lips in his heart.

The shortness of breath was finally about to subside, Huan Xiubai slid behind his back twice, coaxing: "Next time, don't say sad things, you look good even when you are old. I will grow old too, and everyone will Old man, if the person who likes you can't even accept this, they will still abandon you after decades."

The older you get, the more stubborn you become. Although you don't know how to smooth your hair properly, Huan Xiubai still actively tries.

"At least you know now, I will never abandon you no matter what."

This logic sounds a bit silly.Xi Mo pushed him away, covered his face and bowed his body, trembling with laughter, he couldn't help himself.

He laughed at Huan Xiubai, and even more at himself.

Huan Xiubai saw that he seemed to be insane, and tightened his grip in distress.

The sudden emotion was unbearable, and Xi Mohui was probably more helpless than him before.

Huan Xiubai touched his pocket, his fingers touched the hard metal, he took it out, put it in the palm of his hand and held it in front of Xi Mohui. "I bought you the same clip, you probably don't want it, but it's new and it's mine."

Simo calmed down, and his eyes stayed on the card issuer.

It turned out that the issuing card... the gifts he received in his previous life had always been given by Huan Xiubai.

He had clips when he was young, and he should have one when he was old.

It's no different from before.Even the God of Time cannot easily destroy this pearl hairpin.

Simo held out his hand back to him.

Huan Xiubai said as in his previous life: "I'll put it on for you."

He walked towards his lover, without noticing that a tear flowed down the wrinkles at the corners of Xi Mohui's eyes.

The pearl hairpin has gone through reincarnation and will return to its original owner.

"Bang—" There was a vicious gunshot.

Someone fell.

The pearl fell into the dust again.

The fate of reincarnation cannot be escaped.

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beautiful! ! !You will have children!Huanhuan will give birth, give birth to you! !

I'm so useless, and I cry when I see other people's love.

The next reincarnation will be sweet, really! (The head of the fish has been swollen

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Thanks to the following fairy godmothers, let me lay down and let you play

Thanks to the little angel who voted [Bazooka]: Yun Fei 1;

感谢投出[地雷]的小天使：云绯、水月涟漪10个；甜酒果奶酱7个；说爱折花6个；Kylin4个；美丽的火车崽3个；呢度嘅黎明静鸡鸡2个；瑆星1个；

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:

我一19瓶；青桐、风祁10瓶；水月涟漪7瓶；呼噜噜5瓶；哈哈哈4瓶；夜栩Y2瓶；