Inhibition Marking Committee

With his white hands in his pockets, Huan Xiu was separated from them by a big wave of crowd, and the sound of toasting in the banquet hall didn't hinder the sound from reaching him at all, and he heard their conversation surprisingly clearly.

He gripped the contents of his pocket, not remembering when he put it in before he went out.Its long prismatic edges are a bit harsh, and the round surface is delicate and smooth, like the white little finger of a young man to the touch.

He glanced around, trying to remember why he was here, and what was the purpose of this open-air banquet.All of a sudden, relevant information flooded into his mind as if responding to his needs.

Wuliang Town holds the Dharma Respecting Festival twice a year. A platform is set up in the Shulin Park in the center of the town. Six long tables are placed in a circle around the brightly lit place. Red small glasses are neatly lined up on the table. Someone took it, and Xi Mohui stood at the corner of the table, holding a glass of wine and chatting with his brother.

"So brother, don't forget your mission, mother specifically asked me to come out and remind you."

Xi Mo nodded slightly back, with a smile on his lips, "That's right, the only chance is this time."

The first time he was released from the prison tower was because of that foreigner.

"Regardless of whether you succeed or not, you have to come back before one o'clock in the morning. I'll wait for you at the south exit of Zhennan. You know better than anyone else that you won't escape. Don't try to run away." Xi Mozhi warned him repeatedly. , Turning his head to look at the tall young man in the crowd, the dark-haired gunman's gloomy aura seemed to be able to separate the crowd.

"He's waiting for you, hurry up, brother, peel off his skin and take out his heart, as long as you eat two bites, maybe tomorrow morning we will be free from the curse and the family will sit down and drink tea."

Xi Mohui didn't feel anything about the scene he described, "Then I would rather be cursed alone for the rest of my life." Don't sit with my family and pretend to be hypocritical.

"Mom is right, you just lack family affection." The favored second young master said.

Xi Mo recalled that he emptied the glass and replaced it with a new one. His face was still full of kindness towards his brother, "What I lack is family affection." The late target walked past.

When he came over, the dense crowd retreated neatly to both sides like a knife blade splitting the waves. Huan Xiubai was unable to speak for a moment as he met his gaze.

The eldest son of Xi wore a white robe for ceremonies. The edge of the robe was fringed with gold thread, and there were scattered six-petal flowers on the bottom edge. Only when the light shines on, can you just see a low-key flower sea.His long hair was tied up with a ring, which was rarely seen, and hung high behind him in a refreshing way. His brows and eyes were soothing and peaceful, as if he had just stepped down from the altar in a holy way.Even if it were pointed out that he was the human incarnation of the town's god, no one would doubt it.

Huan Xiubai was in the bustling banquet hall, and the colorful lights wrapped around the top of the trees were reflected in his eyes, covering the figure formed by his pupils with a layer of tenderness.

It's like a wedding.A wedding in which everyone knows that everyone has bad intentions and has other plans, but the two protagonists stay out of the matter and have a warm heart.

In a trance, Huan Xiubai felt that this scene seemed familiar.The white robe is like a wedding dress, the only thing missing seems to be the crown on the head.He suddenly grabbed the hairpin in his pocket.

Simo came back to him, seeing the man's look of anticipation and bewilderment for a moment, he raised his small wine glass, and looked through the glass at his tight jaw.How lazy and indifferent the gunner is outside, how clumsy and caring he is in front of him, Simohui has found it difficult to stop since he discovered the joy of the contrast.

The eldest son of the Xi family took half a sip from the wine glass, with a pool of strong wine in his mouth, his voice became hoarse under the burning of the wine, his eyes were dark, and he said to him: "Outsider, I'm here to get yours." heart."

Huan Xiubai stepped forward and grabbed his wrist, Xi Mohui let go of his fingers, the glass lost its support, fell suddenly, and smashed to the ground crisply.

The broken sound seemed to be a signal, the long-awaited darkness rushed over, the light bulb exploded, the crowd screamed, and fled from them in panic.They were calm like two stone pillars in a tsunami, with their bodies close to each other, and neither of them took a second look at the chaos around them.The tables in the distance were overturned one after another, and the spilled wine gave off a strong smell of alcohol, which rushed straight into the nasal cavity and anesthetized the nerves.

Huan Xiubai held his hand and pressed it to his chest, "You have already taken it away."

Simo returned to Yijing and said, "Help me kill them."

A flame burst out in the dimness, it was no longer the cautious and restrained revolver/gun, the cycle of time endowed it with a heavy power.The barrel of the heavy-fire shotgun is hot, and the barrage formed by the large-scale spread accurately covers all living animals that want to escape, and the rotating bullet chamber "clicks".Huan Xiubai looked around, his expression was as cold as a machine, he backed out with a click and refilled the ammunition, the surrounding was silent, except for Xi Mo's regular breathing.

He turned his head, smelling of gunpowder all over his body, and when he faced Xi Mohui, he became the doting foreigner again.

A little light left in the distance shone in Xi Mohui's eyes. In the dim light, they coincidentally took a close look at each other's appearance.

For the first time, Huan Xiubai's face was not divided by the thick black fence. Simo looked back at the firmness hidden in the corners of his tight mouth, and suddenly wanted to intentionally break the solemnity of his face.

So he stood on tiptoe, with soft sheepskin shoes attached to his straight heels, stretched out his hand and gestured above the shooter's head, and when his heels hit the ground, he said, "I'm a little taller than you."

A trace of embarrassment flashed across the face of the stranger: "Just a little."

"Outlander, I haven't asked your name yet."

"Huan Xiubai." Huan Xiubai recalled a small detail. In the last reincarnation, when the sad old man begged him to avoid Xi Mo at the window, he obviously didn't ask his name, but called out hastily. come out.

It turned out that he was here, telling his lover at this very moment.

"How could there be someone surnamed Huan? It's so strange..." Xi Mohui's breathing rate became faster, alcohol began to evaporate in his stomach, and his hands, feet and body unconsciously became soft.

A gust of spring-specific warm wind blew across the long black hair moistly, causing ink-colored ripples.

The leaves swayed, and the water droplets fell down to make a whispering "salsa" sound. The long drought ended, and the unscrupulous town in the desert ushered in the real rainy season for the first time.

Huan Xiubai grabbed the hand of the person in front of him and led him to run through the mess after the crowd disappeared.At first, it was just a drizzle, and it became a rain curtain. The unknown flowers were picked by the invisible hand of the spring breeze, and they were sprinkled tenderly in the wind and rain, and swirled and fell around them.

The small white petals got wet and accidentally stuck to Xi Mohui's neck. He pinched it, pulled Huan Xiubai's hand, and pressed it on the man's forehead the moment the stranger turned his head.

"Huh?" Huan Xiubai touched his forehead in confusion.

"Don't take it off." Xi Mohui let go of his hand, took a step back, and stared at each other in the warm drizzle. "It's the first time I've seen..." He laughed suddenly, completely different from the smile he used to hang on his lips, "Seeing a person look so stupid!"

Alcohol flowed into the blood vessels, ironing every part of the body along the meridian, he couldn't help feeling intoxicated, looked up at the gray sky, the rain flowed from the hair to the face, he stuck out the tip of his tongue to taste the moist lips, the rain is sweet.

Huan Xiubai acquiesced in his slightly neurotic behavior to outsiders.

He was released from the cage, and he was both happy and sad. The happy thing was that he could finally see the outside world with his own eyes. The sad thing was that the carriage to go back was always waiting for him outside the town.

Huan Xiubai picked up an umbrella by the side of the road, opened it and propped it on Xi Mo's head.They came to the deserted street, and the rain was falling harder and harder, forming small puddles on the uneven ground. Simo pushed back his umbrella and wandered around the edge of the street.

Huan Xiubai saw his intentions, but a young master with a strict family upbringing cannot act inappropriately in front of anyone.

So he, a rough outsider, pulled off his boots and socks, and jumped into the puddle, the splashed rain soaked his trouser legs, but he didn't realize it, and stretched out his hand to Xi Mohui: "Come on. "

For at least this night, break free!

Simo stared back into his eyes, slowly bent down, arched his body, took off his shoes with hooked toes, held the heels of the shoes with one hand, and pinched the corner of his robe with the other, and took a tentative step towards the water's edge.Huan Xiubai's hand bones that still smelled of fire/powder gently pulled him over, Bai Shengsheng's two feet stepped into the puddle, Xi Mohui shivered slightly, and the water vines soaked the soles of his feet.

It's not cold, it's warm.

"Like this." He, a despicable outsider who devoted himself to teaching the young master of a well-behaved family, held up his umbrella and kicked water splashes in the puddle. Water, revenged all the water dripping on the white robe.

He left behind a series of clear and sly laughter, and ran out of the umbrella with the hem of his clothes in his hands. Huan Xiubai picked up the shoes he had left behind, and chased after him.He stepped lightly in every small puddle, using the earth and the street as the keys, and happily played fragmentary movements with the soles of his feet and the rain.

They forgot their troubles on the deserted streets and chased them heartily. Huan Xiubai almost had a feeling of unreality, thinking that this was a beautiful illusion.

His cute little lover staggered before the next target, Huan Xiubai hurried forward to hug him, preventing him from falling into the water, the thin smell of alcohol floated in front of his breath.Simo leaned back on his shoulder in a daze, and his tone slowed down: "It's the first time I drink this thing...I haven't tried it yet."

Huan Xiubai hugged him worriedly, "You will have more chances to try, and I will take you away, for sure."

Simo smiled back, as if mocking him, "Don't overestimate yourself."

But Huan Xiubai's hand hanging on the side was "harassed", something got into the gap between his thumb and forefinger, and turned around interestingly, Huan Xiubai was emotionally shaken, and his throat choked for a while.

That is……

As if he was afraid that the other party would disappear, he clasped that dear little finger with trembling palms.The big black umbrella tilted down, covering his and Simohui's faces.Under the umbrella, he choked up and said, "You lower your head."

"Don't kiss me, do you hear me? I won't give an important kiss to a stranger." Simo looked back at him with raised eyebrows, raised his voice for emphasis, and lowered his head slightly.

Huan Xiubai's nasal cavity was sore and he was about to cry.

What you will give...you gave me what you could, the only thing you could give.

The old man in the prison house in the alley muttered the true feelings to himself, and he was able to break his heart through the reincarnation of time.

In the narrow space under the umbrella, the smell of rain and saltpeter filled their tight and throbbing airways, and their lips were pressed against the trembling eyelids, moist but with the thick warmth unique to gunmen.Xi Mohui couldn't help blinking his eyes, a feeling that he had never had before sprouted after this precious and precious kiss.

The shower turned into a torrential rain, his long hair was wet, his body was dripping with water, his body was burning with fiery tremors, his blood and reason were scorched by the hot breath of gunpowder smoke, even if he was poured out by the exhilarating heavy rain It can't extinguish the noisy fireworks even if it is poured on the body.

The smell opened his heart aggressively and penetrated into his body.

Gunpowder smoke and torrential rain merged into one.

Huan Xiubai clenched his hand tightly, and they hid in the narrow alley, as if they wanted to hide from the eyelids of the sky and steal a little happy time

"Hold the umbrella." The stranger stuffed the handle of the umbrella into his palm and pressed his shoulder.

His back was pressed against the cold, rain-washed wall, and his lover knelt silently in front of him and pressed against him.

Xi Mohui's fingers slipped, he tried his best to keep the broken voice in his throat, but the hand holding the umbrella handle became tighter and tighter. With an uncontrollable deep gasp, his fingers convulsed, and he almost couldn't hold it. I have an umbrella.

He melted under Huan Xiubai's passion, and melted into the heavy rain. His broken consciousness remained in every falling raindrop. His eyes saw Huan Xiubai through the crystal water curtain, and also saw the to himself.

Opening his eyes, the rainwater flowed into his eye sockets, and he looked at the sky outside the umbrella in confusion, where it was clear and clean.

Simo turned his face away and stared at his lover who was willing to kneel in the cold torrent just to please him. Gradually, he raised his hand, put his palm on the top of the other's wet hair, and rubbed it tenderly.

It was soft, much softer than he had imagined.

In the end, he seemed to be resurrected from the dead after being submerged in the rainstorm, and leaned against the wall in a daze to pant/breath.Huan Xiubai stood up, put his body under the umbrella, and hugged him silently.

Huan Xiubai was drenched all over, shivering from the cold.Simo Hui had just experienced passion, and hugged him silently with his warm body, snuggling together without hindrance in the dark night cover of this uninhabited alley.

Simo asked him softly, "Why did you do that?"

Huan Xiubai said happily with his throat trembling from the cold, "Because you haven't tried it, I want you to try it and make you happy."

The rain is cold, but the hearts of the two are warm, because——

What you love, never counts sacrifices.

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Originally, the last chapter wrote a speech, but it was swallowed by Jinjiang, so angry.

Love does not care about sacrifice This sentence is a classic story in O. Henry's short stories. It is also a story about a couple who silently dedicate and care for each other. I like that story so much, so I used this sentence here without authorization. .

Seeing Xiao Meili's happy appearance, I really want to cry like Director Huan.Although beauty is sought after in reality, no one has ever thought of looking through his appearance to find out what he really wants in his heart.In the face of social and family accusations, Meili's self-cognition becomes more and more distorted, but Huanhuan is the only one who believes firmly from the beginning to the end, and tells him that he is a normal person and he is the cutest person.

If in reality there is a person like Huan Xiubai, who can eliminate all opinions by your side, neither listen nor believe, and treat each other with heart, no matter who it is, it will fall.

Of course, Huan Xiubai wants to be an alpha, which means that he himself feels that he can’t fit into the identity of the public omega. They are both people who are oppressed by prejudice in the world. They came together because of various coincidences. The process is accidental, and the ending of the combination is inevitable. of.

This scene is my favorite part, the part I am most looking forward to in the whole reincarnation.There is no pheromone attraction, no sex to push, they are still attracted to each other and come together.

To a certain extent, the dream is the inner world of beauty and director.When the climate in the desert starts to become humid, it means that Xiaomei’s mood improves; the desert rains girls’ hearts and flowers, and Xiaomei’s heart is dokidoki; the desert suddenly falls in heavy rain, which means... Meili falls in love and becomes estrus because of her feelings.

There are a lot of hidden sugar in this reincarnation, you may need to think carefully before eating it, it is not as cruel as you say, because I always feed it with a big bite of sugar and a small glass slag.Generally speaking, this dream is like a giant candy. The fact that Meili can open her heart and let the director touch his scar already shows the root...

It has been hinted many times in the text before, so the beautiful pheromone is rainstorm, and the pheromone of Huanhuan is gunpowder smoke.The gunpowder smoke burns out the rainstorm, and the rainstorm puts out the gunpowder smoke. It's really a natural couple.

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Thank you to the fairy godmothers who worked hard for the beautiful director on today's set, I know you will be holding a big bucket with cod in the sky and pouring sugar water down together hahaha

Thanks to the little angel who voted [Bazooka]: 3 Beimang small scallop;

Thanks to the little angel who threw [Grenade]: 1 Beimang small scallop;

Thanks to the little angels who voted [Line mines]: 2 small Beimang scallops; sweet wine and fruit milk sauce, water moon ripples, balls are very happy, 1 cloud;

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I didn't update yesterday because my mentality collapsed. I have abandoned too many articles recently, and I started to doubt myself again.Of course, it is a fact that I wrote badly. Thank you for your kindness to read the article. Thank you very much!I went to buy breakfast today, and the breakfast soup spilled on the road, and my hands were burned. I collapsed in an instant, and walked back crying all the way. My hands still hurt when I type.I thought along the way, how should I continue writing, last year it was so uninterested, and this year is still the same, it seems that nothing has changed after hard work.I often have to work 24 hours a day and night shift. Every time I go home in the morning to take a shower, sleep for four hours with the alarm clock on, and get up in the afternoon to conceive code words. Of course, this is because my hand speed is too slow, and I grind it to write it out.

After thinking about it, I still have to write this promise in the rain, otherwise Meili will definitely shout thunder to strike me when it rains heavily outside.Although there are more and more people walking, maybe there will be fewer and fewer people watching in the future, but I will still keep writing, and I will drink it with the rest of the fairy godmothers when no one is watching it hahahahaha

I'm just complaining about my glass heart, you don't have to comfort me! !If you want to comment, praise my two cubs!They are the best and cutest Dizaizai! ![-] times better than the garbage fish from my dump hehe