gold master kidney is not good

(1) Luyu Fanwai

The light that I cannot touch and possess.

——Luyu

In his eyes, the guild hall was like a cesspit.

The surface is decorated with some complicated and beautiful flowers to cover it, to attract some flies to surround it, lingering around the rotting bodies inside day after day, and occasionally some fresh corpses will fall down, and then they will be quickly corroded Exhausted, eventually becoming one rotten body after another.

Just imagine how much better a flower would be if it grew in mud and dung.

"I beg you to save John, the foreman!" The boy with a half-bruised face was supported by Ah Song, the tears in his eyes kept falling like a faucet that was not tightened, he looked at him with wide eyes, Like a desperate lamb asking for help from a ferocious wolf, suddenly his eyes lit up, "Leader Luyu, weren't you the apprentice of Leader John? Save him! He stays there alone, they, they won't let him go!" He did! You don't know how scary they are..."

horrible?He sneered, what is not scary in the eyes of newcomers like you?No matter what you can imagine or unimaginable, your foreman John has already experienced it all.

He is that kind of person.

Luyu signaled Ah Song to take him to the infirmary, and walked to that room by himself, walking faster and faster, and finally turned into a run, and when he ran to a corner, he almost tripped over the cleaning cart placed there.

He cursed.Don't know if I'm cursing whoever put the cleaning van here, or cursing myself.

That person is the kind of bastard who never thinks about himself! ! !

It was, it is, it has always been this way!

He remembered what happened a few years ago.At that time, he was still the boy who had just entered the clubhouse, like a hedgehog, he didn't believe anyone.

He felt that the place into which he had been thrown was darkness, hell.

But it is impossible for him to close his eyes and shrink his body to submit to it. He only knows one thing, and that is resistance that hurts the enemy a thousand and hurts himself eight hundred.

He is actually very clear.

In this hell, there are only those fusions who obey it and the more advanced fusions who work as accomplices, and those who resist have only one consequence in the end—being abandoned as a bone and a pool of blood in the mud of hell.

But he has no choice.

He needs pain and resistance to vent!Vent this fucking life that has plummeted since the accident at home!

Fortunately, he met the master.

He was able to live in a small space set up for him by his master, so that he could live on his last breath. He enjoyed all the light he brought him in this space with peace of mind, and didn't want to pay anything. But humblely hope that this faint light covering all his world can exist forever.

In other words, it's not that he doesn't want to pay, but that he can't.

After all, he has nothing.

He always thought, God always likes to play tricks on people, why would a fool like that person who never thinks about himself have any rewards?

Or is it not that the person has no good rewards, but that the good rewards are relatively large, and God has to brew them for a long time, so it is a bit late?

He used to be full of edges and corners like the boy who begged him just now. Even though he was beaten beyond recognition, there was still a disgusting aloofness in his eyebrows and eyes, as if saying that I am different from you, I am a rebel, even though I I will lose, but at least I resisted, and I don't regret it.

No, his edges and corners at that time must have been sharper than that of this immature boy, and the solitude between his eyebrows and eyes was also clearer.

It's no wonder that when it was first released, it was deliberately thrown to such garbage by people who hated him.

But he wanted to thank this person who hated him, if not, then he would not have been able to meet his master.

his master.

These four words rolled over the tip of the tongue, bringing a strange sense of pleasure.

He also remembered how the master stood in front of him at that time, calm and fearless, as if he was the only light here.

Although soon afterwards, the light was humiliated and polluted by that group of garbage because of him, and he took on what should have been borne by him.

At that time, on the surface, he also begged someone to save him with tears like that young man, but he never told others, so no one knew that it was the secret pleasure he felt when he watched that scene in his heart.

Yes, thrill.

Looking at the man's flushed face, listening to the obscene insults that the trash made about his light.

He is hard.

At that time, he discovered that he was the same thing as this guild hall, and it was just as filthy.

He no longer resisted desperately. The master thought it was because his teachings were effective, but in fact it was because he found that he had already been assimilated by hell, so resistance was just a way to deceive himself and others, and he could not get redemption.

That scene appeared again and again in his dreams at night.

In the end, it even began to invade his reality, and he gradually couldn't tell whether the master in front of him was the one in the dream with misty eyes, flushed face upturned, frowning lips slightly parted, as if about to moan, or like Do you want to open your lips and say something to him, or is it the person who often smiles, touches his head and calls him "Xiaoluyu~" in reality.

He couldn't help himself from wanting to get close to him.

Sometimes I can't stand the mental torture, and I suddenly start to hate him as a whole. The more I love, the more I hate.

In the end, what he feared most happened.

He gradually began to distance himself.

But he didn't know that he would rather endure rejection than his inadvertent distance!

During that time he was almost insane.

All love seemed to turn into hatred in an instant.

If you want to stay away from me after all, why save me!

Jiang Suo, do you know?

You are the best master and the worst master in the world.

He leaned against the door, looking at him inside the door, there were already other heroes stepping on colorful clouds to rescue him.

The hero is not him.

Luyu has never been so deeply aware that he is about to lose his master.

Although he never got it.

His light eventually went out, but other lights illuminated for him the one who had been his light.

Seeing the master wearing a ring with someone else, swearing to be each other's lover for the rest of his life, and then throwing himself into that person's arms and kissing his lover recklessly in the warm sunshine and sea breeze, he suddenly felt the master's never-ending love. Unprecedented deep happiness.

That's it.

He wanted to hold his chest, but he just clapped and booed with his friends.

"Take good care of him, he was too tired before." He said to his master's lover in his heart.

"I will. You don't need to tell me." Perhaps, the lover of the master would answer him like this.

That was the last time I had a private conversation with the master in the changing room of the bar.

He looked at the master's back and shed tears, but he still stood behind him with his normal expression after wiping away the tears.

He wanted to hug him very much, but in the end he held back and grabbed him instead.

He said, "Happy birthday, master."

Also, I love you.

Thank you for your company over the years.

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It’s too late for Jiang Qingzhe’s episode, probably tomorrow, I’ll work harder later~