mirror age

I have liked Master Jamil for a long time, and to put it bluntly, I like his appearance.

Dark blonde half-length hair, lake blue deep-set eyes, if it is a lake, I want to bury my bones at the bottom of the lake.That's a nice skin.

But what a skin, I can only look at it, young master, how can he look at me as a servant, it is rare to see him, he also shouts and drinks, at this time, I can only look at him a few more times Eyes comforting myself: Well, as long as you look good, you can’t ask for so much.

But then I discovered a different "Gamil".The first time I saw him, I recognized him as the young master.Later, I found out that it wasn’t, and I still wanted to regard him as that person, because he was quite kind. If I thought about it this way, it seemed that the person I liked was a little gentle to me. I really just like to deceive myself. I don’t think there is any need to change this shortcoming. , just enjoy yourself.

He also has lake-like eyes, but there are dark things buried in the lake, so the temperament is still very different, although temperament is a matter of metaphysics.In fact, I have to admit that his temperament is actually better than that of the young master. After all, he is calm, and after all, the young master loves to play too much.

My relationship with him is nothing but neither salty nor weak.

To talk about the transformation, it was after the young master talked to me that time.

When I was talking, I saw a figure with dark blond hair passing by the door. I knew it was him, and I probably heard it.The young master sat with his back to the door, so he must have missed it.

Later he gave me a little golden retriever dog on the Double Ninth Festival, which is really better than hitting the sun.I figured it out that he was doing it for the operation, and I started thinking about getting close to him, which made me feel a little uncomfortable.But when I opened the box and the puppy licked my hand, my happiness was gone, and my reason was far behind me. It was the first time someone gave me a gift.

Not to mention someone with a good face.

"I know it's fake." He gave me presents every holiday and birthday, and he invited me to dinner. The warmth and happiness that all this brought me was real, but I knew that the things in the play were nothing more than actors. Pretense, no matter how well you pretend, there are flaws. Every time he does something against his will or says something against his will, he always squints his eyes unconsciously.It's not that I don't understand.

"Is it important whether it's true or not?" He smiled, the temperature of his hand was still there, I lowered my head, I must have blushed unapologetically.

When I went back, the snow outside was falling tightly again. He helped me wrap up the scarf, and finally closed it again. His fingertips grazed my neck, and it felt like he wanted to hold my face.There were not many people on the street, and the wind was blowing. We walked home with an umbrella. The snow made everything look cold. He put his hand on my shoulder and pulled me closer to him. , so at this time I gave birth to a hypocritical greed.

Our relationship grew closer, but at the same time the day of surgery was approaching.

After walking in the evening, Rolling went back to his room and put water on Rolling to take a bath. After drying his hair, he felt as tired as a dog when he was done with work. Rolling was more energetic than me.I leaned against the bed and sat on the floor, Rolling came over and arched my arm with its mouth, I rubbed its head, Rolling licked my hand lightly.

At that time, when he sent me to roll, I thought to myself, even if the dog is sent, it will not save your life. I have a dog and I am fine. If you die, you will die.

Are you willing to die now?

"Get out, that person doesn't like me."

"Fuck off, if I help him, do such a thing, and know his secret like that, what good results can I have?"

You don't want him to die.

He may not be willing to let you die.

What does Gun Gun know? It just rubbed against my palm with its mouth stupidly.

He gave me the card with the money in it. After all, he has been preparing for this for a long time.

"I don't want your money." Because that doesn't make sense to me.

"I won't let you die either." Because I couldn't bear it.

"Stay with me for one night, okay?" Because I'm self-deceiving and greedy.

If my guess is true, things like money are not brought with me when I die, and things like love are used to bury my bones.

His kiss in the dark carried a kind of charming lingering.

In this kind of matter, he finally lost the composure he used to lure the enemy into deep depression, but a kind of jerky that was confused, but a little more real.But he was really fucking blind, and I was really hurt too.

In the mist, I felt that he hugged me very tightly, and that tight hug gave me a sense of security that was cherished.Although I later felt that it was probably my illusion.

Why doesn't it matter if it's true or not?Because I hope you are real.

I felt a sudden sense of unease and bewilderment.At that time, I didn't know why the tears started to flow.

"What's wrong... I hurt you, I'm sorry." He stroked my back, "I'm sorry."

I feel like I calmed down after crying.

"I let you die and I will be safe, I let him die, maybe I will pay for my life." But in fact I don't care, part of it is that I believe in you, you won't do that, and the bigger part is that I like you very much , you can choose to kill or not to kill, but I can only choose to save you.

"How could you pay for his life?"

But you'd make me die for you.

"Gamil, give me a hug."

I'm waiting, waiting for the result of my gamble, a hug or a knife, and if it's a knife I hope it's a knife in a hug.

But you didn't hug me, because you were afraid that I might have some hidden weapon to hurt you first.You are suspicious and thoughtful, and I know you very well in this regard, because I have always wanted to know you better, and you are sensitive enough.

The knife pierced my stomach. "You are so cruel..."

I should have gotten out of here before you recovered from surgery, or I shouldn't have allowed myself to get stuck in it in the first place, and I could have been fine as a doctor forever, and I couldn't face one transplant operation after another. Change color.I'm just too greedy.

I can see it clearly but I don't want to wear it, let alone be ruthless.

True or false is of course important, because I am real.

I really like you, not the young master, nor any other clone, but you.

You won't believe it, you won't believe that I will always like you until I get old, and if you don't believe that I will keep this secret in my stomach until our lives come to an end a hundred years later. "Yes. Who can you trust?"

"Hug me...I don't have a weapon, and I can't do anything to you now..."

After all, you compromised, and I snuggled into your arms as usual.

But this time I tried my best.

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