[ABO] The Sparrow in the Threshold

People always have some desires to live, and when the desires go to zero, the person is finished, and the person is useless, and it is better to die than to live.

Qianqiu couldn't quite remember what his original sentence was, but it was very correct.If it weren't for the desire to win and to survive that sustained him, he would have died in the dog cage with dried and coagulated blood all over his body.

He also dreamed of a silver finch standing alone on the west coast looking out to sea.Singing seabirds circling in the sky, turbulent gray-blue waves, and the howling wind messed up the silver finch's hair, making the hem of his clothes flutter, and the loose windbreaker changed its shape, but outlined his thin lines come out.That picture is so beautiful that people can't bear to destroy it; in the dream, he also abides by the rules, only standing far behind him, his gaze is like a sharp carving knife, carefully engraving his back into his mind stroke by stroke inside.

"..." When he woke up from the dream, he could only see the rusty and mottled cage, which for a moment overlapped with the dog cage he had stayed in countless times in the past.

The man sat up slowly, and the heavy chains on his hands and feet made a clanging sound.

In the dark corner of the dank cell, there were small rustling sounds, whether it was mice or reptiles.The man slowed down and waited until his consciousness was completely withdrawn from the fence on the west coast before he stood up and moved his neck a little.He didn't find the sound of the chains annoying at all, only the movement from his side could be heard in the quiet cell, and the sound echoed.

Today is the third day since they came down from the trial court, and it is also the day when the two heads of the Yin family hanged themselves under the crowd of civilians.

I don't know if someone did it deliberately, but the four of them were arranged in different cells, far apart.The only thing Qianqiu could see was Danlong who lived opposite him. As for when his father and Yin Qiansui were taken away, he didn't know.

Are you sad?

Maybe a little, but only a little.

Realizing that their throats might be trapped by thick hemp ropes, their feet dangling in the air like maggots scalded by boiling water, Qianqiu suddenly felt that everything was over.The days when he walked on thin ice in the Yin family and racked his brains in the competition are over.As the young master of a rich family, his days of reckless clothing and fine food are also over.

All he could feel was the emptiness left after the sense of mission was forcibly stripped from his body.

Yinque did what he said, just like this to attract a torrential rain, and everything he seemed to have was involved in the torrent, and it was all taken away.

Even so, Qianqiu didn't have any urge to "want to die".There is still desire on him, a desire that locks his heart and requires permission even for the surge of blood—he wants to see Silver Sparrow, wants to be by his side, regardless of status or meaningless form.

After today, he and Danlong should walk to the mine with the same group of prisoners who are going to serve hard labor, wearing heavy shackles, and live there like ants for five years.

Dan Long, who was sleeping in the corner of the opposite cell, seemed to be awakened by the movement on his side. He sighed and got up from the ground to look at him. He got up almost in unison with his movements, and twisted his stiff body after curling up all night.

Danlong walked up to the iron fence and opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't say anything for a while.

The two of them were separated by the corridor in the temporary prison, and after a long silence, Dan Long finally said: "...it's today."

"Ah."

"...I'm sorry for the old man." Danlong lowered his head, his voice was as dry as two pieces of sandpaper rubbing against each other, "I'm sorry for him..."

"No." Qian Qiu paused and said, "He is repaying you for his kindness, and you just accept what is returned to you, and you don't have to pay it back."

"……sorry."

"It doesn't matter."

Danlong seemed to have something to say, and he pursed his lips for a long time after the man finished speaking.But before he could say anything, the sound of several people's footsteps coming from the main gate of the prison, many prisoners cheered up and looked out with their faces pressed against the iron bars.The two of them were no exception, squinting towards the end of the aisle; soon several men in the uniform of the Imperial Guard appeared in front of them, and a jailer was among them, holding a large bunch of prison keys, timidly to their prison door.

Only the royal family can mobilize the imperial army, and their momentum is far from that of the guard army.

The leader took a look at Danlong, nodded slightly as if to signal something, and continued: "We are ordered to take Danlong into the palace and be interrogated by the third prince. Open the door."

"Yes Yes!"

There was obvious astonishment on Danlong's face - he probably didn't know that the third prince would be so anxious, and he would be able to pick him up without anyone noticing when he got to the mine, so there was no need to leave such blatant words.

But thinking about it, the man suddenly understood again, and he said solemnly: "It seems that he loves you very much, too."

"..." Danlong looked complicated, watching the jailer open the cell door and come in, uncuffing his handcuffs and ankles, "...What about him?"

This question is for the imperial guards.

The imperial guards didn't answer, they moved aside and said without any expression, "Please come with us."

Danlong walked very slowly, as if reluctantly, but in fact no one pushed him.He stepped out of the cell door, stopped slightly in front of Qianqiu, and said in a low voice: "I will definitely let him let you go, don't worry..."

"Let's go." That's all the man said.

——It doesn’t matter if you actually serve in the mine.As long as you don't die right away, it doesn't matter.

He has lost all the appeals that supported him in the rotting mud to survive in the past.Now there is only this one thing left, and as long as he thinks about it, he will feel pain, and pain can give him the real feeling that he is still alive.

He just wanted to find Silver Sparrow, and it didn't matter how long it took.

He knew that right now, at this point in time, Yinque must be standing somewhere unattainable, watching the end of the drama he arranged with cold eyes.

It’s funny to say that he was born in the mire, and survived with all his might in the mire; Yinque defeated him with his own hands and took away everything from him, but he was still thinking of the West Seaport in his dream, and he could see Yinque in a trance. The transparent wings of the sparrow.

Like an angel who came to save him.

-

It rained cats and dogs in late spring.

"Hurry up! Don't be lazy here! If you don't get to the post station, you will all sleep in the mountains tonight!! I tell you, if you want to play any tricks on the road, don't blame us for being rude..." The guard in charge of escorting the prisoners shouted Yelling, undisguised annoyance.

It was extremely annoying to encounter heavy rain in the barren mountains and mountains. Not only were they drenched to the skin, but the road under their feet was also muddy; the guards were not much better, so the frequency of cursing became higher and higher.

The sound of rain almost covered all the sounds in the world.

More than a dozen prisoners were handcuffed, and the thick and heavy iron chains connected them in a string, bending their waists, and every step in the mud was extremely difficult.The man stood out among them, his back was straight, and his long hair was wet from the rain and stuck to his face, almost covering his eyebrows and eyes.The rainwater slid down his knife-like lines, and a string of water drops fell from his chin; but he didn't seem to feel anything, and walked steadily in the queue with his mouth pursed.

Someone couldn't walk anymore.

Although it was the end of spring, it was still very cold after walking in the rain soaked all over. Someone in front of him sat on the ground shamelessly, and he couldn't stand up no matter how hard the guards beat him.The lineup stopped in the mountain path awkwardly. After a little discussion, the guards simply said: "If you want to rest in the rain, then rest in the rain. Anyway, if you are climbing, you have to climb to the mine!..."

The man's chest rose and fell slightly. After looking around, he sat down slowly against the tree beside the road, not caring about the mud and water.

It wouldn't be too bad if I could have a cigarette at this time; no, it probably wouldn't be possible to light a cigarette under such heavy rain.

As he thought about it, he leaned his head against the tree trunk, and the smell of soil and trees mixed into his sense of smell, some were slightly fishy, ​​and some were imperceptibly astringent.The prisoners didn't have the energy to chat anymore. They set off from the capital three days ago. On the way, they only had some dry food and water for them to replenish their strength. During the long walk, everyone was exhausted and had no energy left, not even the men. exception.

Nothing could be heard except the noise of the rain.

The sky was also terribly gloomy, and the visibility was so low that people a few meters away could not see clearly.

Therefore, the appearance of the headlights is extremely abrupt.The light shone on the faces of the prisoners, and everyone realized that there was a car passing by; then the sound of the engine came out, and a black car was driving in the rain, approaching the prisoner's formation at a slow speed.The man lost interest after a hasty glance. He wiped the rain off his face and lowered his head to continue resting.On the contrary, the guards were vigilant when they heard the sound, and walked in the direction of the car.

They have to make sure that no one is looking for death, and come to rescue these criminals who are going to labor.

No one expected that the car would stop, and it was still parked in front of the man.He only saw the car body was splashed with muddy water, the door opened after the car came to a complete stop, and a leg wearing high-end leather boots stepped out of the car, stepping on the muddy water and splashing some water.

Qian Qiu raised his head slowly, the other party was wearing black trousers and the same black windbreaker, solemn and solemn as if he was going to attend someone's funeral.

"Hey who! Don't act rashly!!" The guard issued a warning with a gun, but soon someone came down from the other side of the car, hugged him and walked to the side.

The man held an umbrella in one hand, and put the other in the pocket of his windbreaker.

dong dong.

Boom, boom, boom...

The heartbeat was so violent that it stings.

The man finally raised his head, and his eyes fell on the face of the man in front of him.Pale pink lips, a high bridge of nose, and above that are playful and arrogant eyebrows.The umbrella shrouded his face in gray shadows, but even so, it was still radiant in Qianqiu's eyes.

"Miss me?" He said with the corners of his lips curled up.

The sweetness and bitterness of licorice are intoxicating.

After a few seconds, the man sneered.

The guards were dismissed by others, as if they were making a deal; the other prisoners looked curiously at the man who came suddenly, but none of them dared to speak.Only the man smiled and looked away from him, lowered his head and raised it again, as if he was thinking of something to say.

In the cold heavy rain, the fire in his chest was ignited by his understatement, and it burned vigorously in an instant, like a red lotus in hell, unable to cool down.

"Long time no see." The man said, "Master."

The man smiled even wider: "What are you mine?"

"Is your eternal slave."

"Very good." The man stretched out his hand towards him, his white and slender fingers were intoxicating, "Are you ready to fulfill your promise?"

In the seemingly never-ending heavy rain, Qian Qiu also stretched out her wet hand, held his fingertips carefully, lowered her head, and kissed piously and carefully.

END.

[The author has something to say]: Please read the small composition.

When I first discussed Sparrow in the Threshold with my friend, my friend thought that only when Qianqiu died could he be considered HE, and I strongly rejected it.This ending seems to have not given a more specific account of many things, such as whether they love each other or not, and whether they know that the other party loves themselves, but I think these have answers in the previous article.Yinque is a person who will not bow down and compromise for anything, he is born like this, only knows how to advance but never retreat, so he needs the love of others, and also needs this love that is paranoid and firm with complete surrender.

This ending is the very beginning. I thought about it before I started writing. It’s definitely not that I didn’t know how to write it, so I ended it hastily (guilty)

I don't know if there are any little angels who like this type and are excited?

Here comes the point!There will be a relatively long post-mortem talk!

This can be regarded as a choice, if you don’t want to lose your imagination, if you like such an eternally noble Yinque, you can choose not to watch it later.I hope to see them getting along after breaking free from the shackles. I believe that the future talks will give everyone a satisfactory answer.

So the question is, who is the real bird in the threshold?

Thanks to the little cuties who accompanied me through thick and thin and bravely ate knives during the serialization!It is your support that made this article successfully concluded at the end of April (does it count?), I hope we will meet in other stories in the future.

Talk about SWEETSPOT later