Withered

Nosri closed his eyes and almost fell asleep, and Manloster called out, "Nosri? Nosri? Please, don't sleep yet. What's next?"

Nosley woke up suddenly, he covered his heart, the accumulated pain seemed to be still scattered in his chest, he looked around in surprise, and then asked: "Just now, where did I go?"

Manloster replied: "Father was resurrected with the blood of all the men of Harder, and then you stabbed yourself with the silver awl."

"No, it's not." Nosri shook his head suddenly, and said softly, "I'm the one who sacrificed the entire town of Harder."

All that just now seemed to be a dream, but Nosley knew that it was not, it was the future he foresaw.Northley smiled slightly and said, "Maloster, didn't you ask me if I loved Morton?"

Manloster frowned, the boy had a premonition that he was about to lose love.

"I can answer you now, I love him, I can't live without him." Nosley said, "So, no matter what, don't do anything to hurt Morton, because if Morton dies, then I will follow him." dying."

After he finished speaking, he walked towards the mansion. His steps became bigger and faster. He started to run, shaking the roses in the garden, knocking over the black tea in the hand of the maid, and finally kicked it away. the door of the room.

Morton stood in front of the window, turned his head, only the figure of Nosley was printed in his blue eyes, and he said, "Nosley, is there anything urgent?"

"Yes!" Nosley rushed forward, pushed him against the glass, and asked, "Did you hear all the conversation between me and Maloster?"

"Yes." Morton said with a smile.

"all?"

"Yes, all."

Nosri kissed his lips vigorously and said, "Since you heard everything, why don't you look very happy?"

"I'm very happy, but I dare not be happy." Morton looked at Nosley and said, "Nosley, I won't keep you by my side anymore, and now you want to leave, I won't stop you you."

"If all I bring you is pain, it will always be pain—Nosri, go, go to the place where I can never find you again."

Nosley bit Morton's neck hard, as if this was the only way to express his anger. He drank a few mouthfuls of Morton's blood, blocked Morton's lips, and passed the blood into Morton's mouth. The bright red blood flowed The corners of their mouths overflowed, staining the collar of their necks red.

"Don't you think the blood tastes different?" Nosley said, "because I bit my own tongue."

"Our blood is fused together, and we can no longer tell whether it's yours or mine. This is who we will be in the future."

Morton's eyes gradually turned red, and he asked, "Are you sure you will never leave Hadfield Manor again?"

"No, I'm not sure if I will leave Hadfield Manor, but I will not leave you, I will always be by your side." Northley looked at Morton and said firmly.

Morton pecked Nosley's lips and said, "I hope you don't lie to me."

This sentence made Nosley angry instead. He pressed Morton's neck with his elbow and let Morton's head lean against the glass. He forced him to ask, "You said you would never lie to me, but , you have been deceiving me, tell me, how much have you defrauded me?"

"Okay." Morton said with a smile, "I didn't lie to you, I just didn't tell you, Nosley."

"You liar." Nosri put down his hand, he grabbed Morton's collar, and the two kissed frantically again.

His sin, their sin, fell into the fireplace as early as that snowy night, and was burned by the fire of hell.Those sins couldn't burn out, Nosley thought, so come on, spend the rest of his life paying for it, as long as he and Morton hugged each other tightly.Please let him be selfish for a while.

Nosri took a breath and said: "If 'Nosri' is the angel in charge of the love and joy in the dream. Please let me get the real love and joy, I don't want to be in the dream again."

"As you wish," Morton said.

Morton kissed Nosley's neck down, and they hugged each other tightly, sexing wildly.

In the clock tower in Nippori, a beautiful bird broke in and woke up the sleeping cat inside. The cat observed the bird, and he found that he was very cute, full of things he had never had in his long years. good.Now that the bird has entered the cage, how can he be allowed to leave?The cat thought, he should keep this beauty for the rest of his life.

The moonlight is bright, and the stars in the sky are very sparse.Manloster was walking in the garden in a daze, and old man Feo was still humming the tune: "If a flower wants to bloom well, it must be rooted firmly, firmly, firmly..."

If the rose was destined to wither, Knowsley huddled in Morton's arms. He was reading a book and read out the next sentence: "Then plant the roots deep in the soil until next spring , it will still bloom.”

postscript:

I have passed away, and after writing the reflection, looking at the full text, I am moaning without illness again.heartache.International practice: Thank you to all the little angels who eliminated 0 clicks for me (in fact, there are only one or two, haha)!This time 0 replies almost made it to the end ￣ˇ￣, and I wrote it very well.As a result, a super cute little angel replied to me, happy, refill~ As a result, Jinjiang still refused to let me reply to the little angel, sad.

I originally planned to write 10w words, but I just cut it into 6w. Many feelings have not been sorted out. From chapter 26, it is the process of Nosley from self-loathing to self-acceptance. The turning point and transition are not very good. I wrote a short story, but fortunately I didn't procrastinate.

The next 11 years later.

There will definitely be an episode, one for the main character and one for Botnar’s supporting role. Every time I think of Botnar’s episode, I can’t help but laugh. It’s simply not more capable~~ But I’m rushing homework tomorrow, and it’s thousands of words. Write your homework literally.The day after tomorrow, I started training part-time. Alas, I don’t know if I can write novels this summer.

I went to eat =. =