The seventh rule of the male god

Yu Shang was born in country A. He is a Chinese of A nationality, so he has always yearned for the mysterious oriental continent. On the day of graduation, he bought a plane ticket, got a passport, took the money, and flew to China alone with a Nikon D3 .

His first stop was Shanghai. He stopped and stopped along the way, recording beautiful moments with his camera.

He is now going to a large photography exhibition, which gathers the works of many excellent photographers, most of which are landscapes and still lifes.

The cedars standing still and far away, the stones standing on the seashore, the river bank with fluttering reeds, the light-colored rainbow in the water, the clean asphalt road in the rain...

He accidentally walked through the long corridor with scattered photographs, and entered a small exhibition hall that was much smaller than the outside.

There are only two photographs hanging on the exhibition hall, but the exhibition hall looks very empty, looking up at the photos——

The name of the first work is "Youth", silhouetted in the shade of the tree, floating in greenery, the sun rustling down from the leaves, forming ink-colored clouds on the ground, the shadow and sunlight falling on the body of the boy under the tree, covered with Layers of warm colors, the two teenagers are biting cotton candy, gentle and timeless, as if time has passed for thousands of years, and this moment has only reached perfection.

No superb photography skills were used, but the artistic conception was displayed beautifully, as soothing as a clear stream.

Yu Shang said "It's so beautiful" in admiration in his heart, and couldn't help looking at the other work, and cried out in surprise.

This is a slightly slanted silhouette, the boy is carrying the boy on his back, the lights are dark and the blood is spreading all the time, the boy who is being carried has his eyes closed, as if he is asleep, the white shirt is covered with blood, his hands are weak Hanging down, there was a string of pure white Tridacna beads on his wrist, and blood slowly slid down from his middle finger.

The young man with the back lowered his head, his black hair drooped with blood, and the tears stuck in mid-air were somewhat blurred. His hands tightly wrapped around the young man on his back, as if he was persevering, as if he was desperate.

The lights stretched their shadows very long, as if there were endless roads and endless injuries in front of them.

Yu Shang stared at this scene in a daze, as if his emotions had been exaggerated, and he suddenly felt a little sad.

What shocked him was that the young man who carried people back was actually Qi Liubai—the Qi Liubai who could cover clouds with his hands and rain with both black and white.

"These are the two photographs I am most satisfied with, both of which I took unintentionally."

The young man who appeared suddenly was wearing a decent black suit, looking at the two works, with a little nostalgia in his eyes, he didn't seem to notice Yu Shang's surprised eyes, and said to himself: "At that time, I was still a college student. I always unconsciously press the shutter button for the beautiful scenery and soul-stirring pictures, and I met these two people twice, which is considered a coincidence.”

"Is there no name for this work?"

"Yes." Another woman walked in from the long corridor, a very beautiful woman, she had the long hair cut like in anime, and she was wearing a white dress. In front of the photo, I looked at it with ecstasy.

Yu Shang was about to ask what the name was, but seeing that neither the young man nor the woman had anything to say, he didn't ask.

"At that time, I liked him for a long time." The woman looked at the boy in the photo fixedly, her fingers rested lightly between his gentle brows, and there was love madness in her eyes: "But his gentleness, his His coldness, his publicity, and his smile never belonged to me."

"At that time, you were the one who saved me, and you were the one who pushed me to hell." The woman's fair and slender index finger suddenly pointed at the young man, her beautiful eyes seemed to contain Tianhe spring water, with a hint of crying, as if she was crying. Ask yourself: "Why are you saving me?"

Yu Shang was a little puzzled, since she was saved, why did she say that she was pushed to hell?

The woman chuckled again and lowered her head, muttering: "Why should I live?" When she asked such words, her eyes suddenly hardened, and she reached out to smash the two photographs, but was stopped by the young man.

"Ah Jing, it's time, you should go back."

Hearing these words, the woman suddenly became quiet, and she suddenly showed a gentle smile towards Yu Shang, with a nice dimple on her fair left cheek, and her amber eyes slightly curved like a flower. Pure Lily: "Tell me, what kind of criminal law will it be this time?"

Those eyes looking at you are innocent and naive, as clear as a newborn baby, but it makes Yu Shang shudder.

Ah Jing didn't seem to want him to answer either, she tilted her head and looked at him for a while, then said something vaguely: "You really resemble him, be careful not to meet him."

Yu Shang intuitively felt that the two 'hes' were not the same person, and wanted to ask something, Ah Jing smiled meaningfully, turned around and disappeared into the corridor.

The young man shifted his gaze from the photo to Yu Shang, and glanced at him: "You should leave, this place is not open to the public."

"Ah, oh." Yu Shang underestimated lightly, nodded and planned to leave. Before leaving, he seemed to hear the young man's slightly indifferent voice.

"I would like to remind you that it is best to leave the magic city as soon as possible. This place, with your face, is not suitable for staying here."

Yu Shang frowned. Due to the angle of the two photographs, he didn't fully see the face of the young man being carried, only a rough outline, so he felt that the reminder of the woman and the young man was a bit strange.

He didn't understand until later, but it was too late, he was already in the swamp, the more he struggled, the more he was addicted.

At that time, Yu Shang was facing the mirror, showing some deliberate expressions, trying to find some shadow of others on his face.

He was always puzzled, what kind of person, what kind of person, made such a cold-blooded and powerful man.

What kind of person is that person that person likes?

or moderate?or cool?or innocence?Or evil?or sunlight?or calm?

He thought, that must be a very perfect person, so perfect that the person standing at the top of the world will never forget it.

It wasn't until a long, long time later that he realized that he was not a perfect person, but an unforgettable person.

That man, no matter whether he has sex with a woman or a man. Love is just to solve physical problems, but he has never done it with him. Jokes, watch movies with him, laugh at him.

When he laughed, there was a trance color in the man's eyes.

That made him think for a while that the man loved him.

What made him find his place?

I can't remember, but I only remember the man's indifferent expression in the dark night, his eyes were light and thin, and blood splashed in an instant, with a delicate, fragile and sharp bloody beauty like a blade, and he could feel sharp pain just by looking at it.

What did he ask at that time?Yu Shang had already forgotten, and could only vaguely recall the man's answer.

What did the man answer?His head suddenly started to hurt. He squatted in the corner with his head in his arms, and kept hitting his head with his right hand. What did he answer?What was the answer, why couldn't he remember?

The movements on his hands became more and more ruthless, with shocking strength, and the tingling pain in his scalp, he seemed to be unable to feel it, and only mechanically hammered his head.

Suddenly, a slender, powerful and familiar hand grasped his wrist. Yu Shang was taken aback for a moment, without raising his head or moving, he heard his own hoarse and dry voice, "That night, the night I was drunk, I I asked you a question, what did I ask? What did you answer?"

After a long silence, the man's voice was full of emotionlessness, like the night wind circling on the top of a mountain, cold-blooded and calm, calm and persistent, persistent and lonely.

"You ask me what kind of existence he is to me, and I answer, luck is also God's will."

It is luck to meet, but it is God's will to miss.

At that time, what Yu Shang was thinking in his heart was that that person was no longer there, and he was the most important to Qi Liubai now.

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【Edible Guide】

It wasn't until a long, long time later that he realized that he was not a perfect person, but an unforgettable person.

——This is a foreshadowing, Changfeng will go back and abuse the substitute.

Worried about everyone’s psychological discomfort, I deliberately deleted the last sentence. I can’t say anything... In fact, I wrote this double.

Why are you all ignoring my foreshadowing! !

Yun Changfeng abuses the little bitch like a textbook [ignore] [eye kill], you deserve it~~