embroidery

Qing Mo was panting tiredly, and the restlessness all over her body finally eased down. She experienced bliss in her body, but her heart became more sad by contrast.

He was still limp in Tao Cheng's arms, calling softly, "Tao Cheng..."

Tao Cheng didn't make a sound, slowly pulled out his penis, then lay down under the brocade quilt with Qingmo in his arms, and brushed away a strand of hair sticking to the corner of his lips, then asked, "Is it better?" Is it?"

The lingering rhyme gradually receded, and Qingmo seemed to wake up from a big dream, with his hand still attached to Tao Cheng's chest, and there was a real and powerful beat in his palm, which made his crying eyes moisten with a layer of mist, "Tao Cheng ...I..."

Tao Cheng waited for a while but didn't wait for the next sentence, so he simply let go of his arms, also without saying a word, he propped himself up and got out of bed.

"Are you going?" Qingmo thought, "I'm going to go." He grabbed the quilt with his fingers, trying to curl himself up into a ball, without turning around or speaking, with his eyes tightly closed, embarrassment and embarrassment flooding his heart Grief turned into tears, gushing from the trembling long eyelashes.

Women live, pitiful and hateful, moldy and rotten.

Compared with the last sentence "The eyes of the heart are like the tip of a needle" four years ago, Qing Mo couldn't tell which sentence made him feel like a knife the most, but he couldn't blame Tao Cheng. Speaking of it, he asked for it.

There was a sound of "squeak", and Qing Mo thought, "I'm leaving." He let go of all his strength, and finally couldn't help crying and panting, rubbing his face into the quilt, making the whimpering sobbing more obvious. boring.

Just when he was suffering from pain all over his body, his body was turned over by his hands again. Tao Cheng's face reappeared in front of Qingmo's eyes. He frowned and asked, "Why are you crying again?"

Qingmo was sobbing in a daze, tears couldn't stop falling, and there were a few small hiccups in his throat from time to time, he said vaguely, "Didn't you... go away?"

Tao Cheng sat on the edge of the bed, looked down at him, "You thought it was because I left that you cried like this?" He took the little coat again, and gently wiped his face.

Qingmo couldn't answer, he looked away, and vaguely saw a palm-sized gap in the wooden window, and the moonlight leaked in like silk, which made him realize that the "squeak" was actually Just open the window.

Qingmo pursed his lips, his nose was still twitching, he reached out and took the little coat and hugged it to his chest, no matter what, it could cover some but some, the old friends parted ways, and four years later when they reunited in the brothel, it was Yu Huafang What's more, friends are not only masters and servants, but also all of them are men. Thinking about it, even in folk pornography, you can't find anything more exciting than this.

Qingmo really wanted to lift the quilt and get in, he opened his mouth, buzzing, "Aren't you going?"

This corresponded to the greeting of "finish it quickly", Tao Cheng didn't get angry, just bent the corners of his lips, "Don't go. Such a good opportunity, let me torture you slowly."

Qingmo's heart trembled when he was frightened by his blunt smile, and he touched the corner of the quilt with his hands, trying to find a hiding place.

"Cold?" Tao Cheng saw his small movements.

Whether it's cold or not, Qingmo nodded quickly.

Tao Cheng then bent over and picked up his long gown from the ground and covered him, "I'll make it for a while, I'll find a hand towel to wipe it for you, and then get into the bed after wiping it clean."

At any rate, he was no longer naked, Qingmo watched Tao Cheng walk around the room and then opened the door to go out, he immediately covered his face with mixed feelings, the expression under his palm was particularly tangled, and his mind was also in a mess.

He won't go.But he wants to torture?Torture what?It's not always about torture embroidery stitches.Qing Mo's low whine sounded distressed, but she couldn't hide her joy.

He never thought that one day his dream would come true, the thousands of people he misses day and night are so close to him, even if what will happen after tonight, and what price he will have to pay in the future, Qing Mo thought, he knew it.

Tao Cheng came back soon, holding a stack of long towels in his hand. He unbuttoned his outer shirt, wiped the space between his legs first, raised his head and smiled at Qing Mo, "I don't blame the love potion for aphrodisiac, but your body is too tight. Waves, huh?"

Qingmo pretended to be deaf and dumb, resisted the weakness of her waist and stood up, stretched out her hand to Tao Cheng, "Give me one, I will do it myself."

Tao Cheng came over, grabbed his wrist and pressed him back to the bed, "Don't move around, let me see your wound."

"It doesn't hurt." Qingmo hurriedly dodged, but how could he dodge, Tao Cheng held his shoulders and couldn't move, so he could only lower his eyes and murmur, "It doesn't hurt now...it didn't hurt before, it didn't hurt before .”

Under the light of the candlelight, the scar on the left front of the neck was twisted, and the delicate skin was also tense and tangled at the edge of the scar. Tao Cheng frowned. The seal is still clearly visible, and even though the bleeding is no longer there, it still fills him with regret.

Qingmo was put on the bed again, before he could make any noise, he was picked up by one leg and hung on Tao Cheng's shoulder, Qingmo closed his eyes in shame, the little clothes hugged on his chest were originally quilts. Covering his face, he realized whether it was a little hypocritical. He hesitated and felt that his lower body was being wiped carefully, but he couldn't hear Tao Cheng's movement.

Qingmo took off half of his little coat, only two eyes were exposed, his eyes were filled with moisture from crying too much, he looked at the half of Tao Cheng's face in the shadow, and stammered, "You... Why, know that I... I was..."

"Knowing that you were sold to a brothel yard without the strength to restrain a chicken, you can't even run away?"

The sudden unkind tone made Qingmo flinch uncontrollably, and when he looked at Tao Cheng again, his whole face was sunk into the darkness, so that Qingmo couldn't see his expression clearly, so he could only explain with a sip, "In a few days It was the Qiqiao Festival, the nuns and maids were all helping in several main courtyards, I was drying clothes in the side courtyard by myself, and passed out with a sudden pain in my neck... When I woke up again, I was in that bathhouse I was doused in hot water, and after a while, I saw you coming."

The legs were put back on the bed, and the sticky discomfort subsided a lot, Qingmo thanked him in a low voice again, eagerly looking forward to what Tao Cheng could say.

As the saying goes, "The night of spring is bitter and short", now Qingmo feels the same way, even if he lies down and sits, relatively silent, he also prays that the sky will not turn white, and the world will always be in the dark night, regardless of his people, the people, Of all things in the world, Qingmo only wants this person in front of him.

Tao Cheng raised his hand, lifted the brocade quilt and covered Qingmo in, while tucking in the corners of the quilt, he said, "If I didn't come, how about you?" His movements were gentle, but his tone was still not kind.

Qingmo was stunned for a moment, thinking that this is the beginning of torture, he opened his mouth, but wanted to ask back, "Why are you so unhappy when you see the scar?"

Also, how can we be happy, the friendship from the age of five has been unbreakable after ten years of hardships, but because of this accidental scar, even if they live together in the Tao Mansion, even if they are separated by a few courtyards, the two of them are together. In the following four years, "Like a Stranger" was fully interpreted.

If Tao Cheng hadn't come, Qingmo stared at the carved wooden bedtop and fantasized for a while, her hands were not idle, she sneaked out a small piece of finger from the side of the quilt, thinking she had caught him without anyone noticing. On Tao Cheng's coat, he said in a hoarse voice, "Xu Shi surrendered for the time being, and then tried to find a way to escape later, Xu Shi, probably, probably...wouldn't commit suicide."

Qingmo bit the bullet and looked at Tao Cheng, guessing in his heart whether he answered this question correctly.

Tao Cheng said, "Why are you arresting me? Afraid I'll run away?"

Qing Mo choked, his eyes couldn't keep looking at each other, but he grabbed even harder in his hands, clenched his outer shirt into crumpled creases.

"If I want to run, can you catch me?" There was an uncontrollable smile in his tone.

Qingmo finally relaxed a little, and said weakly, "Master is amazing."

But she didn't know why she offended this man again. After listening to his cold sentence "Why embroider", Qing Mo summoned up her laziness after venting her desires and tried her best to answer the question.

The implication of why embroidery should be, why not practice martial arts anymore.Qingmo pondered for a moment, then said, "To earn some money."

Tao Cheng choked.

He knew this, he had seen Qingmo in the night market, wearing coarse linen clothes, sitting on a small, short square bench that he got from nowhere, squeezed between two cart stalls, On the ground in front of you is a curtain made of reed poles, which is the curtain on which dumplings are placed when making dumplings at home. There are also a few handkerchiefs on the curtain, each embroidered with some pattern.

But he has never stepped forward to look at it, and if he sees it from a distance, he will go around it from a distance. If he only notices it when he gets close when there are many people, he will immediately look away, pretending not to see it.

Four years ago, when he was 16 years old, Qing Mo, in the most precious time, their relationship was terrible, they tried every means to avoid each other and turned a blind eye to each other.

Qingmo saw Tao Cheng's face was serious, and he clenched his hands more and more, he added, "I'm too poor, I can't do hard work, it just so happens that there are a few maids who can embroider, so I followed suit Learning, embroidery takes time, so there is no time to practice martial arts."

It's not a lie, Qing Mo thought, he is indeed poor, and embroidery is really time-consuming, I hope this question can be passed smoothly, if he continues to ask, his tired mind will soon be unable to support, in case he slips out of his mouth and says something hidden in his heart In Erli's words, it is estimated that the clothes in his hand will really be lost.