Lost in the world

that is the forgotten hometown

The mist is vast, and the wind and snow do not return to people.

……

Kyoto, Japan

The cherry blossoms bloom in the first snow, and the clouds in the distance are rendered in a suitable shade, and the pure snowflakes are chaotic in color.At this time, the bell of the temple rang, and the ancient house in the snow fell was extremely peaceful and quiet.

Passing over the gate wall, you can see a silver beach covered with white sand head-on, and the flowing spring water fills the bamboo tube "Ding Dong" and splashes snow-white water.The courtyard is beautiful, with a thin layer of snow falling on the green bamboo leaves in one corner, and a gust of breeze comes slowly, the falling white snow and the blooming cherry blossoms blow to the eaves of the whole black wood together, and the wind chimes are melodious.

On such a snowy day, a young man in a kimono sat kneeling under the eaves.

The kimono is embroidered with flowers, including elegant peonies, golden chrysanthemums, and emerald green herbs. The sleeves are entwined with auspicious clouds.

The gorgeous fabric is particularly thin, and the half-open neckline reveals a large area of ​​pure and smooth skin like the first snow, but there are a few red marks of torture on the skin, and the wet cherry blossoms blow on it, which looks shockingly beautiful.

The young man has soft long hair, tied into a bunch and hangs softly on his shoulders, and the hair blown up by the wind and snow adorns his pale cheeks like ice and snow, revealing a daunting indifference of loneliness and fragility.He didn't seem to feel the cold of spring, he knelt quietly among the blooming first snow cherry blossoms, slightly raised his chin, his expression was calm and solemn, and his eyes seemed to look beyond the door wall to the end of the distant chaos of wind and snow.

The sound of footsteps was getting closer and closer, bypassing the screen, the owner of the garden - Yoshizawa Yanagawa came up close, wrapped his arms around the young man's narrow waist, pushed him down on the floor, bit his thin lips, and said:

"Your skin is cold. But that's okay, you'll heat up soon."

The gorgeous and gorgeous kimono slid to the ground, replaced by a pair of wide and calloused hands.

This time, Yanagawa Yoshizawa showed an unusual eagerness and brutal request, and he opened it to the deepest part of the young man's body, and the fiery seeds sprouted, making every inch, every inch, and even the depths of his soul bathed in his breath .

In the evening, it was raining and snowing, and the cherry blossoms were falling all over the ground.

Yanagawa Yoshizawa kissed the young man's forehead lovingly, and asked, "I have encountered a troublesome matter, would you help me?"

The young man didn't seem to hear, he was lying down tiredly, his eyes were downcast, and there was a drizzle of peach blossoms in the half-closed eyes.

He was very patient, his strong arms wrapped around the young man in his arms, his Adam's apple rolled, his lips were hoarse, it sounded like there was some kind of deep tenderness, and he said:

"Mo Qingxuan, I cherish you, and I am willing not to marry a wife or have children in this life, as long as you stay by my side until the end of my life. But before that, I need your help, Xiaoxuan, are you willing to help me?"

At this moment, a slender and elongated black shadow appeared silently on the screen, and then a cold and inorganic snow light fell from the darkness.

His face as hard as a knife and an ax was shrouded in this bright light and shadow, deep and dangerous and elusive. Mo Qingxuan lowered his eyes in a flash, and the "jingling" wind chime sounded, and the scarlet The smeared rust-like smell of blood seemed to linger in the nose, lingering.

"if you are willing to……"

Yanagawa Fangze stretched his hand into his bosom, and one finger slowly drew out a rusty iron chain, and then a worn pocket watch jumped out, and sent it to Mo Qingxuan like a tempting Pandora's box.

"This is your reward."

The corners of Mo Qingxuan's eyebrows were raised -- this was a slightly interested expression that didn't seem to have changed much, and the deserted and snow-white cheeks showed a trace of freshness and vividness.

In the eyes of Yanagawa Yoshizawa, this is extremely provocative.

"Where to go?"

The slender chain wrapped around Mo Qingxuan's wrists, binding them, and the thin and thin waist endured the impact.Yanagawa Yoshizawa said obsessively:

"Your hometown, China."