The scumbag brother is finally accepted

That kid has no home anymore.

His mother died, and he never saw his father. He is the only one left in this world.Or, the place where he is left alone is not called the world at all.

Lu Qingyuan stood far away, just looking at the embarrassed child wandering in the street, devastated and ragged.

He was seven years old at that time, and after that, there was a seven-year-old little beggar on the street.

Day after day in the future, day and night, year after year, I can recall it without looking at it again, it is very clear.

How to eat, how to sleep, how to survive, how to be beaten.

Xiao Qingyuan sat on the steps, staring at the pedestrians coming and going, and asked each one:

"Big brother, do you know where the barren graves are?"

"Hey, Big Sister, where are the deserted graves?"

"Beautiful sister, how should I get to the barren graveyard?"

"Can you tell me? Big brother? Big sister?"

……

Standing on the opposite side of the steps, Lu Qingyuan felt that his heart was being grabbed by a hand, and every hair on his body was trembling.The memory of the past was so deep that he never dared to think about it.As long as he touches that string by accident, overwhelming regret and pain will surround him like a flood of beasts, as if his whole body has been rolled by a knife blade, and his soul and body are riddled with holes.

It would have been nice if I hadn't bought that eight-treasure pastry.

Why can't time go back?

I really want to start from scratch, can I give him another chance?

As night fell, Xiao Qingyuan stepped on his muddy rag shoes and came to the small temple where he would come every night.

He took off his dirty shoes at the door, stepped on the ground barefoot, and walked in fearfully.Gently, kneel before the Bodhisattva.

With his eyes closed, his hands clasped together, he murmured reverently.It's not that I want my mother to come back, it's not that I'm asking for blessings from the Bodhisattva, it's not that I'm blaming the world for making them die badly.

Instead, over and over again:

"Sister Guanyin, can I go back to that day?"

I was really wrong...

Lu Qingyuan stood outside the door, looking at the kowtowing child with severe pain in his heart, as if his heart would burst if he looked at it again.He simply turned his head away and walked away.

Walk into a desolate and dilapidated alley, with mud and filth underfoot.Lu Qingyuan didn't care, he had seen this kind of thing a lot anyway.

When I came out of the temple, my heart felt heavy and uncomfortable.In this world, only his mother truly loves him. Why is God so insensitive that even his only mother is taken away from him?Why did such a kind person like my mother not end well, while those murderous villains did a lot of evil but were happy?

Evil comes around?Oh, cause and effect of good and evil, who will judge?God?Avalokitesvara?Could it be that they were blind so that good people could not die well?In this world, there is no reward for good and evil, right and wrong, right and wrong, those who survived, no, those who are left are the ones who are qualified to judge.

With all kinds of thoughts lingering in his heart, Lu Qingyuan walked slowly, looking down at the pebbles under his feet.In the lonely dark alley, a gust of cool wind blew past his ears, entangled in his heart with the sound of traveling through the prehistoric ages.

He heard it, and a satisfied sneer rose from the corner of his mouth.

Who will judge?Who is good?

Only the strong are good.

no, or rather...

The strong do all kinds of evil, which is also good.

Demons and gods, the two halves of the fruit.

There was greedy blood in Lu Qingyuan's eyes, his eyes were dark and sharp, his facial features were slightly distorted, it was a kind of pleasure and pleasure after indulgence.The desire for power has already made him imagine how magnificent it is to stand on the top of all living beings.

As if he had already seen the road under his feet clearly, the alley gradually went away.When Lu Qingyuan walked to the entrance of the alley, a cool wind blew suddenly, and a few flower petals drifted away and landed on his shoulders.

Lu Qingyuan raised his head and looked over, only to see a white mist in front of him, and a forest of peach blossoms for ten miles.

A white figure stood under the flower tree, his robes fluttered, and three thousand black hairs were entwined with a headband and danced in the wind.She is slender and beautiful, like a jade mountain about to fall.Pure and handsome, shining brightly, just like a god in the world.

The man turned around, swayed his light shirt, and smiled at Lu Qingyuan.

With this smile, the world melted.

Lu Qingyuan's heart was pounding, and he was about to jump out of his throat, afraid that the man would make a joke, so he swallowed his saliva.

It was as if snow had fallen in my heart, washing away all the dirt and dust, the depression and haze just now were swept away, and the dark clouds above my head were also driven away and blown away.

Since then, the sky has cleared up and the sky is full of joy.

Lu Qingyuan looked at the man and laughed heartily, as if, no matter when, no matter what happened, as long as he saw him, he wanted to laugh, wanted to laugh.

The man stood under the tree, peach blossoms fell on him, and his clothes fluttered.

Lu Qingyuan was so anxious that he strode towards him, as if he had traveled through many times, finally found him, and shouted: "Senior brother!"

There was only one step between the two, but Lu Qingyuan suddenly stopped, stood in front of him, and gently embraced the figure in front of him with open arms.

He didn't dare to use force, didn't dare to get close, he could only hug him and sniff the air at the tip of his nose.

Because he knew that as soon as he exerted force, the senior brother would disappear.

Lu Qingyuan lowered his head, leaning against Shen Mengzhuang's shoulder, his tone seemed to be coquettish, full of grievances, but also as if he had finally found his favorite treasure, lost and found again.

Just murmured softly:

"Brother, you are finally here."

Suddenly the fog rises, the peach blossoms recede, and the figures disappear.

Lu Qingyuan hurriedly stretched out his hand to grab the figure, but the strands of hair flowed away from his fingertips like a handful of yellow sand.

The white light suddenly appeared, and the scene in front of him suddenly changed.

Lu Qingyuan instinctively raised his hands to protect his eyes, and the white mist gradually faded away.There was silence all around, but suddenly there was a melancholy sound, which gradually became clearer and approached.

"...uh...um...no..."

"why no?"

"…no, do not want……"

Lu Qingyuan slowly raised his head, but was so frightened by the scene in front of him that he panicked, his head went blank, his limbs didn't move, and he just stood there in a daze.

Inside the Taixu Pavilion, green smoke curled up, trembling and weeping gasps filled my ears, mixed with a bit of forbearance and restraint, it was very pitiful.

Shen Mengzhuang was lying in front of the desk, a white shirt slid down to his shoulders, the neckline was wide open, black and blue silk was messily spread all over the table.Wet hair stuck to his face, and his face was muddy with sweat mixed with tears.

His hands were tied with hair bands and pressed on the table. His bare skin was covered with unsightly marks, bruises and purple, and blood oozing from teeth marks that hadn't faded.

"No... don't... move..."

Shen Mengzhuang lowered his head deeply, biting his sleeve and unwilling to make a sound.He wanted to push away the person behind him, but his whole body was weakening.All his strength is held by that man, he is a fish at his mercy.

The man standing behind him was wearing a black cloak with golden bat patterns embroidered on the cuffs, placket and hem, and a golden crown on his head, shining brightly.The clothes are neat, the figure is tall, and the majesty is unshakable.He stared at Shen Mengzhuang crouching in front of the table like a torch, his eyes burning with indescribable excitement.

Lu Qingyuan approached slowly, stretched out his hand to hook Shen Mengzhuang's neck, and rubbed his thin lips against his side face.Biting Yinhong's earlobe, he blew lightly next to his ear, which made the person in his arms tremble slightly in shock, and tears welled up from his eyes and dripped on the table.

There was a portrait hanging in front of the desk, the person in the portrait was their master Xuanqiu, his expression was as serious as usual, as if he was about to jump out of the drawing paper and point at them and yell at them.

Lu Qingyuan pinched Shen Mengzhuang's neck, forcing him to look directly at the portrait in front of him.He buried his head in chewing on his neck, leaving glistening marks.

Staring at the fresh tooth marks on his skin, Lu Qingyuan was in a good mood, and leaned closer to kiss him again, and whispered in Shen Mengzhuang's ear: "Senior Brother, Master will be very happy to see us so loving, don't you think so?" ?”

As soon as the words fell, the two sank deeper.Shen Mengzhuang bit his lip and moaned softly, trying his best to restrain the humming in his throat.

Lu Qingyuan looked at his repressed, reluctant look, and suddenly had more bad thoughts in his heart.The more he doesn't want to, the more he wants him to do it, so interesting.

The sudden force and rough action made Shen Mengzhuang's eyes widen in shock, with tears still in the corners of his eyes, biting his lips tightly, his fingernails stuck in the crack of the table and were covered with blood.

Lu Qingyuan grabbed his neck, exerted a faint force on his wrist, and coaxed and threatened in his ear: "Senior brother obviously likes it very much, why didn't you call it? Tell Master to let him know that we are very happy now. Senior brother call twice, you are not like this in bed on weekdays."

"…Shut up…"

Shen Mengzhuang closed his eyes tightly, and squeezed out two words from between his teeth.

Lu Qingyuan looked at the corner of Shen Mengzhuang's mouth with a smug and evil smile, he was not annoyed because he knew where Shen Mengzhuang's fate was.The person in his arms belonged to him, from the inside to the outside, it belonged to him.

The cold air cut on the bare skin, and Shen Mengzhuang's lips were bitten to bleed.He was ups and downs in the wind and waves, tortured by indulgence and restraint.

Lu Qingyuan suddenly raised one of his legs, which made him tremble all over.Lu Qingyuan gasped in a low voice, and the tense string suddenly broke.He strangled Shen Mengzhuang tightly, almost using all his strength to embed the person in his arms into his flesh and blood.Only intense and painful can be unforgettable.

Shen Mengzhuang raised his bound hands, his wrists were intertwined with bruises and scarlet, and he frantically pushed and shoved the restless palms in front of him.

"No...don't...don't..."

Lu Qingyuan licked and bit the back of Shen Mengzhuang's neck, and smiled softly.He stopped suddenly and obediently, and left slowly.He dawdled on purpose, letting the place where he knew the taste of the marrow let go of all forbearance and restraint, and gave up all resistance to persuade him to stay.

Lu Qingyuan stretched out his hand contentedly, covered his small mouth, rubbed and fiddled with it lightly, and said with a smile: "Brother here said he wanted me, he said he wanted me, he really wanted it."

The fallen flowers fluttered in the wind and fell into the water.Powerless to struggle, powerless to resist.Can Hong was engulfed by the impact of the cold water, sank little by little, and was swallowed up little by little.

In the silent occupation, he discarded his armor and armor, and suffered a crushing defeat in the force that cannot be resisted.Luohong's last resistance gradually disintegrated deeper in the water, drifting, sinking, and confused.

All rationality was absurdly washed away, Shen Mengzhuang bloomed in intoxication, and withered in humiliation, again and again, he wandered in the wind and rain like a prodigal son with nowhere to turn.

In the end, in the storm, all dignity was discarded.

A small croon came out of his throat, which was heard clearly by Lu Qingyuan.He looked at the impatient person in front of him smiling triumphantly, Luohong was being destroyed by the rain and the wind, and he was indulging unscrupulously and taking whatever he wanted.

Shen Mengzhuang couldn't stand this kind of torture anymore, his pupils were dilated, as if his whole body was being dragged into the vortex of desire, constantly ups and downs.All resistance and restraint collapsed in an instant, the shattered muffled hum continued to amplify in the gust of wind and rain, and all decency and dignity were submerged in the turbulent emotional waves.

True longing and shame held him tightly, and even in the middle of love, he could pull out a sliver of reason to know clearly where he was.

The more he thought about where he was, the more disturbed the restlessness in his body became.Shen Mengzhuang's flushed face was full of pain and obsession, leaning on Lu Qingyuan's shoulder, tears kept flowing out like broken beads.

He seemed to be resenting his own helplessness and powerlessness. On the master's desk, facing the portrait of the master, he was so unsightly and shameless.

At this time, Lu Qingyuan, who was standing by the wall, looked at the two entangled in front of him, and was too shocked to speak.

Is he the one who bullies senior brother in black? !No, it can't be, it can't be him!

Looking at Shen Mengzhuang's painful appearance, Lu Qingyuan didn't know what it was like.He wanted to save his brother, but he didn't want him to suffer.But...why he couldn't move his feet when he heard his senior brother's voice...and...why did he feel uncomfortable in his stomach...

Lu Qingyuan in black in front of him hugged Shen Mengzhuang tightly, and the two of them were close to each other, but Lu Qingyuan on the side was a little jealous of this strange self.

Just as he was dazed, Shen Mengzhuang leaned on Lu Qingyuan's shoulder behind him and suddenly turned his head to face him.

His face was full of tears, his eyes were blurred, and his brows were slightly frowned, as if in pain and torture.

Brother... crying...

Lu Qingyuan suddenly came back to his senses, feeling uncomfortable looking at that face.How could he make his senior brother cry, how could he be willing to let his senior brother cry.

That person is not him, that person is the bad guy.

Lu Qingyuan stared at him in black, furious, and then strode forward to push him away.

You can't bully senior brother, no one can!

Lu Qingyuan strode forward, stretched out his hand but missed it.

Turning around again, the surrounding scene suddenly changed, and the two who had been entangled just now looked at each other.

The fire was separated between the two, Shen Mengzhuang was dressed in white, the flames climbed up his sleeves and burned wantonly.

Lu Qingyuan panicked, couldn't care about anything, and ran to Shen Mengzhuang like crazy.

Almost at the same time, the two shouted:

"do not want!"

The blood and fire are scattered, look back.

I saw Lu Qingyuan in black, covered in blood, standing under the peach grove, stretching out a hand to catch the falling peach blossoms.

However, the peach blossoms, piece by piece, all went around his fingertips and fell into mud.

The fog rises, and the surrounding scenes disappear.A few shining words rose from the mist.The playful singing voice echoed in my ears, whispering:

"Because of earning a living, I am in a dilemma, committing crimes on my own, and cannot live."

The author has something to say: I finally wrote hehehe, I dare not be too presumptuous, except for this, I really want to complain before——Lu Qingyuan: I want to be the Kami of the new world!