Twilight War

03

The steps of Paradise Lost made a creaking business. Every time Huang Xuanjin walked up this step, he would think that the Black Widow was really thrifty and kept the house. She obviously owned the whole Paradise Lost, and she was reluctant to change a step for herself.

The door is not locked.

Huang Xuanjin pushed open the door and saw a woman wearing a black dress with a clean and beautiful back.

"My little tribute came here by itself?" the black widow turned around and said with a chuckle while holding a pipe.

"You can't make the countess hungry, can you?"

"I see that you've been enjoying a good time with Vichypel recently, and I thought you couldn't think of leaving anymore?" Black Widow leaned forward and said with an ambiguous smile.

"How could it be? I haven't seen the countess for a day, and I'm crazy about it."

After finishing speaking, Huang Xuanjin unbuttoned the red military uniform and white shirt one by one, his voice was very low, with a hint of sand.

But the Black Widow knew that once the young man was bullied severely and hurt, his voice would become soft and waxy, like a ball of glutinous rice balls.

His seductions have never been more than posturing.

Huang Xuanjin looked at the black widow with open arms like this, his eyes were like peach blossoms.

Holding a bong, the black widow pulled out a black ribbon from behind and threw it to Huangxuan Jin.

Huangxuan Jin took it, lowered his eyebrows for a few glances, tied it to his own eyes, then moved two steps and fell down on the black widow's bed.

The black widow opened the drawer, and there was a transparent glass bottle in the drawer. The black spirit scorpion in the glass bottle was black and shiny, with a touch of red at the tip.

The black widow walked to the bed, took out a pair of handcuffs from under the bed, and cuffed the boy's wrists to the head of the bed.

Huang Xuanjin raised his head slightly, "How long will it take this time?"

"I don't know, you were unhappy when you provoked the spirit scorpion last time, this time it may torture you a little longer."

The black widow sat by the bed, and pushed back the unbuttoned clothes on Huang Xuanjin's chest. The red and white military uniform and shirt against the young man's waxy skin looked like blooming roses.

"Huang Xuan Jin, if living is such a painful thing, is it worth it?" The black widow put her hands on Huang Xuan Jin's chest, where there were many dark red scars left by the spirit scorpion.

"I don't know, it's just instinct for me when I'm alive." Huang Xuanjin said, his eyes were covered with black ribbons, so he couldn't see his eyes.

Black Widow's tone was a little distressed, but what's the use of other people's distress, after all, he has to bear the pain alone.

The black spirit scorpion slowly crawled from the glass bottle to the boy's chest.

The black widow was leaning against the window with a bong in her hand, and white smoke was slowly exhaled from her bright red lips. The chest of the boy on the bed behind her was heaving in pain, and the handcuffs on his wrists made a crisp and forbearing knocking sound as he struggled.

The spirit scorpion crawled on the boy's chest like a monarch patrolling his own territory.

The silk on the bed is wrinkled and twisted, and the scent of perfume in the air is like a lurking snake.

On the first floor of Paradise Lost, a silver-haired man sat alone on a dark red sofa, drinking wine alone, his blue eyes dimmed.

The night is deep, and the evening stars are falling to the west.

After an unknown amount of time, the Black Widow sat beside Huangxuan Jin with a glass of wine.

The boy's sweat-covered chest was still heaving, and the blood-satisfied spirit scorpion jumped off him, walked across the ground at a fairly fast speed, and then got into the glass bottle that fell to the ground.

Huang Xuanjin pulled out a copper wire from the bedside, and skillfully unlocked the handcuffs. The brass handcuffs slipped from the young man's wrists covered in red marks, and the young man's black hair was wet and stuck to his forehead.

"He's waiting downstairs?" Black Widow asked.

"En." Huang Xuanjin nodded.

"Huang Xuanjin, he is sick like this, and he is also sick if he is too paranoid." The black widow said suddenly.

Huang Xuanjin smiled lightly, "It doesn't matter, no one is sick yet."

"kindness?"

"No one has seen him more paranoid and violent than I. I know how scary it is for him to be crazy. But the strange thing is, I don't seem to mind much."

"You don't look normal in this way," said the black widow.

"Yes, I'm not normal either." Huang Xuanjin said, "How many normal people are there in this world?"

"You know Dr. Norton, right?" Huang Xuanjin asked, "It's the Dr. Vaner who did experiments on me."

"kindness."

"He has to test my mental state for a period of time, and he will ask me a lot of questions. Sometimes after I answer the questions, he will tell me what a normal person's answer is."

"It's weird, isn't it? Wouldn't it be a normal person if he didn't answer that way? So I asked him, what is a normal person."

"He told me that he is a person with a sound personality."

"Then how do you count as having a sound personality? There is no shadow in childhood, parents love each other, there is no abuse, no injustice, no paranoia, no violence, no impulsiveness, and no weakness."

"It sounds simple, but maybe such a person is one in a million. In fact, we all have some problems. So we feel that we are different from other people, and we say that we are people with problems, Then I sentenced myself. It is not enough to judge myself, but I have to use that set of rulers to compare other people."

Huang Xuanjin got up from the bed, those peach blossom eyes blurred like fireworks.

"Then have you ever judged yourself with that set of rulers?" Black Widow asked.

"Of course not." Huang Xuanjin smiled and said, "If there is, what punishment will I give myself after the trial?"

"Then you are going to be so obsessed?"

"Absent from obsession? Obsessed with what?"

"Whippel." Black Widow said, holding a pipe.

"Stubbornly obsessed... Heh, ghosts and ghosts are rampant in this world. If two ghosts can find each other, it would be nice to embrace each other to keep warm."

Huang Xuanjin leaned against the pillar beside the bed, tilted his head, and said with wandering eyes:

"For example, the dew in the morning, the past days are bitter..."

After Huangxuanjin came out of the black widow's room, he stepped down the steps step by step, and when he reached the corner, he saw Vehipel waiting at the end of the steps.

His footsteps paused, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he continued to step down the steps step by step, and walked to the side of Vichypel.

Those eyes looked at the man like sparkling peach blossom water.

Wisipel stared at Huangxuanjin closely, without saying anything, and lowered his head to fasten the buttons of Huangxuanjin's shirt one by one.

Just as he buckled two of them, his hand was suddenly blocked by Huang Xuanjin.

The young man raised his head slightly and looked at him with a smile on his lips, "Brother, I didn't do anything."

Vichypel's hands paused, as if gritting his teeth.

The figures of two people overlapped at the end of the dark steps.

"You've been in there for 45 minutes," Wischpel said in a low voice.

"Trust me..." The boy's voice was low and smiling, "Trust me, brother."

The boy was half leaning against the wall, his waist was flexible and beautiful.

He raised his hand to pull on Wisipel's tie, but was pulled off by Wisipel's wrist, "How do you make me believe you."

"How could I lie to you, you are my sweet wife and my beauty." No matter how you look at Huang Xuanjin's eyes, it makes people feel that it is a disaster.

"Okay, then you and I will go back to Arthur." Vehipel looked at the boy and said.

Huang Xuanjin shook his head with his mouth flattened.

"You don't even want to go back to Arthur with me, how can you make me believe you."

"Is this not good?" Huang Xuanjin said with lowered eyes, as if a little confused.

"Is that so? How is it?" Vehipel said as if he felt a little amused.

"That's how it is now. I stay in Vana. If you miss me, come to me. You can do whatever you want. If you feel bored on the black tower, we can also come out for a walk." Huangxuan Jin Shrugging his shoulders seemed to be quite indifferent.

"But I don't like it," said Wichpel.

"What's wrong with that?"

"Then what do you think we are doing now?"

"Huh? What is it? Why do you have to count it? How comfortable is it?" Huang Xuanjin leaned on the wall and said.

"I need a definition," Wischpel said.

"But I don't need it, and this kind of thing is not important."

"Are you absolutely not planning to go back to Arthur with me?" Wihipel asked.

"Why do you want to go back? I am living a good life here." Huang Xuanjin said.

"Do you know that I've been waiting for you." The blue in Vehipel's eyes was like broken glass, "Come back, little phoenix, as long as you come back."

The man's voice trembled a little.

Huang Xuanjin suddenly remembered that that man begged him in that peach blossom forest back then.

He asked the man, he was already a useless person, why he still refused to let him go.

But the man just begged him to stay over and over again...

All the lowliness of Wisipelle was given to him, and all the weakness was given to him.

It's just that he can't afford it after all.

"Brother, I can't go back." Huang Xuanjin leaned his head against the wall behind him and said.

The man's hand left the boy's skirt.

The boy was half leaning against the wall by himself, and the three buttons on his chest were still unbuttoned.

The man leaves.

Huang Xuanjin lowered his eyes.

The passing waiter secretly looked at the boy leaning against the wall alone.

04

Mechanical junkyard, afternoon.

Huangxuanjin parked his scarlet sports car outside the garbage dump, then stepped on the mechanical garbage all over the floor and walked to the open space where he looked at the old man in the garbage dump.

The old man was blowing soap bubbles there.

Huang Xuanjin smiled mockingly: "Hey, this is something that kids on the streets of Corinth play with, okay?"

"Then I am a child." The old man said.

"Hey, your beard is all white, and you still call yourself a child here. There must be something wrong with you."

"What's wrong with this world is that you have to judge whether a person is an adult by age. When I was 12 years old, I designed a very good mechanical rail car, but they all said that I was just a child, who They don’t even want to listen to my ideas.”

"And then when I got there, all of a sudden the whole world was telling me I was a grown-up, not a kid, and throwing me grown-up clothes and telling me to go to work. Telling me to stop playing with toys."

"But I haven't grown up yet, but no one cares what I think. So I have been in the world as an adult until I am 50 years old."

"That's why you're here blowing bubbles all by yourself."

"Since no one sees you as a child, then treat yourself as a child." The old man smiled and blew out a string of bubbles.

"Hey, why don't you try it? It's fun." The old man handed the soapy water to Huangxuan Jin and said.

Huang Xuanjin took the soapy water and blew a few bubbles, "Old man, is there anyone you can't forget?"

"That's a lot, especially those who owe me money."

"I'm talking about people I like."

"The person I like...well..."

"It can't be that there is still no one you like."

"There is one, but that can only be said to have been there for a while." The old man said: "I met a prostitute before, she said she was beautiful, she was really beautiful, and all the money I saved when I was young was spent on her. body. Let me tell you, how beautiful is she..."

"I'm not interested in listening to that, what happened next?"

"Then one day, she suddenly said that she liked me and asked me to take her away."

"Well, it's good, and then."

"Then I never looked for her again," said the old man.

"why?"

"You said she was so greedy, she wanted my money, but also my heart." The old man said while blowing bubbles.

"Why is your sincerity so precious?" Huang Xuanjin asked.

"No, it's quite expensive." The old man said.

Huang Xuanjin put his hands in his pockets, watching the colored soap bubbles in the air shatter.

You said how greedy he is, wanting his people, and wanting his sincerity...