my dog ​​my king

Xi Wei fell into the water, and the bubbles floated up little by little, as if falling into a deep dream.

He thought that the scorching lake water would bruise his skin if he touched it a little, but he sank down, his limbs relaxed, and was carried by the current to the deep bottom of the lake.His huge body quickly adapted to the heat of the lake, his cells actively assimilated everything around him, with a characteristic of devouring, turning the destructive heat into a soft and warm force, blending into all limbs among.

He opened his eyes and watched curiously. The underwater world was hazy, quiet and peaceful, both real and illusory.

It seems that my own thoughts are drifting, and it seems that the original thoughts in the lake converge into a river, intertwined with beautiful dreams, faint memories, and nostalgia.

His heart is simple, straightforward, pure and transparent. He will not subconsciously reject this kind of longing, but accept it calmly, and use his own eyes to see the truth floating quietly in the water.

Hundreds of years ago, the sky in California was as blue as a clear water, beautiful and peaceful.

The sound of the wind blowing through the holly bushes sounds like the elves in the mountains singing, and the green in the distance is reflected in the quiet lake at the foot of the mountain. Still life drawing.

He drove the flock of sheep and wandered among the mountains and grasslands. The snow-white sheep were chased by dogs and rolled forward.

This land seems to have mysterious magic power, arousing the loneliness in people's hearts and the desire for companionship.

When the storm came, he lost his horse, lost his dog, and trudged alone to find the sheep. The temperature was very low and he shivered from the cold.

Then, by the lake, under a tall cedar tree, he met the Spirit of the Mountain.

The white-haired, white-skinned, red-eyed child curled up there with only a big leaf wrapped around his body, trembling in the cold rain, like a pitiful little rabbit that was about to freeze to death.

"What's your name, kid, and why are you here?" he asked.

"Xiu Luo..."

This is something the child can only answer.

That night, he hugged him tightly. In the heavy rain, in the cold wind, and by the boiling lake, they used each other's naked skin to keep warm, and hugged each other tightly, as if there was only each other left in the world.

After a night, when the weather cleared, he carried the child back to his ranch.

The child looked at the mirror lake in the distant mountains, staring blankly as if unwilling to let go, but from the beginning to the end, he did not let go of the hands that hugged his neck.

Xiuluo just looked at him fixedly with those red eyes that don't know much about the world, and said hopefully, "When can we come back together and go pick mushrooms?"

He said yes, nose to nose with the child, made a promise, but never fulfilled it in his life.

The child lived with him in the desolate and simple pasture and became his adopted son. Xiuluo seemed to have a magical power. As long as he was there, the flowers would always bloom very well and the pasture would always grow very high.

That autumn, they had some money, and he took the children to the market next to the port to see the novelties brought by the crew from thousands of miles away.

There, they saw expensive perfumes from France, and some people even exchanged the same volume of gold for a small bottle of extremely charming fragrance.

The child said naively, I can do it too, and it must be better than them.

He thought that the child just wanted to make him happy.

Then, when Xiuluo excitedly extracted the first bottle of perfume from flowers and plants as a birthday gift for him, the flowing golden color reflected the child's bright smile, making him feel that there is nothing more perfume than this. happy moment.

Xiuluo's perfume, as well as Xiuluo, made him see heaven.

They are rich.

He married a wife, gave birth to many lovely children, and expanded the ranch several times. He even bought the lake where Xiuluo first met as a gift for Xiuluo.

It's just that Xiuluo gradually lost her smile. This child is unhappy, and he doesn't know why.

Time flies by, he is lying on the bed with white hair, fame, family property, nothing to worry about, only this child, he can't worry about it.

In the eyes of the child, he became more and more lonely. Although he was in a big family, he seemed to be alone forever, and he became lonelier day by day.

"Xiuluo, what else can I do for you...tell me." He stroked the child's soft hair and asked with the last bit of strength.

"... Let's go to the mountain to pick mushrooms together, okay?" Xiuluo's eyes were filled with rare hope.

He froze for a moment, he had promised the child, this tiny request, but never fulfilled it.With regret and guilt, he quietly stopped breathing.

The child shook him, a little angry because he broke his promise again, his cheeks puffed up, and his eyes were red.

He shook him again, wanting him to wake up and take himself to the mountain, just the two of them, just the two of them, as if they were the same when they first met many years ago, but he would never respond to him again.

When a child sees death for the first time, he doesn't understand death, he just hugs his decaying body tightly, at a loss what to do.

His children and grandchildren couldn't resist Xiuluo, so they could only leave his bones to him and let him hold them, year after year, year after year.

When the grandson becomes a grandfather, and when the descendants gradually forget him as an ancestor, Xiuluo is still Xiuluo.

One day, a mysterious traveler with black hair and black eyes came from the far east.

He was wearing an incomparably gorgeous silk robe, the gold ornaments on the cuffs jingled, and the collar was woven with bright gemstones, just like the most noble emperor.

He brought wealth, power, and hope.

The hope of eternal life.

The descendants of Willows have always longed for Xiuluo's youth, but no matter how close they hug him, they still can't get it.

This oriental man can dig out Xiuluo's deepest secret, take out his eternal youth, and share it with them.

When lying on the cold table, Xiuluo cried and begged, begging the descendants of this family, begging "his" descendants, don't do this, he is very scared, don't hurt him, how many years, he is their family .

However, they just looked at him coldly, with cruel big hands pressing his wrists and feet tightly, they were panting heavily, their bodies were hot, and there was only greedy desire in their eyes.

The Easterners gouged out Xiuluo's verdant bones, threw his body into the lake, and disappeared without a trace, and did not share the eternal life with the tribe of Willows.

Since then, Jinghu Lake has sunk into the ground. In the depths of the ground, hot sulfur smoke rises from the surface of the water, leaving only huge potholes on the ground, like relics.

I don't know how long it has passed, one year, two years, ten years, a hundred years...

A certain member of the Willows family secretly transported many, many human bones and sank them into an underground hot lake. He seemed to believe that these extraordinary bones could bring longevity.

But an accident happened, and the man accidentally fell into the scalding lake and became a ghost at the bottom of the water.

Afterwards, Xiuluo reappeared, wearing human bones in his body. He seemed completely confused and lost, taking the belief of that member of Willows as his own, thinking that he was that member.

It seems that otherwise, he cannot continue to exist, he dare not recall the past, and can only escape in the spiritual illusion of pretending to be someone else.

The dead man had no talent in perfumery and aspired to become a respected master, so Xiuluo became the golden cash cow of the Willows family.

The deceased was abused by his relatives when he was a child, but he longed for their love and companionship, so Xiuluo used the human bones at the bottom of the lake to turn all Willows's people into bone spirits, and let them live in the main house every day. Happy banquet, like a picture scroll of harmony and harmony.

Xiuluo hunted back beautiful humans from the outside world, raised them in a hot lake, dressed them in human bones, made them her intimate servants, loved them, and was loved by them.Even when there were not enough human bones, he still didn't stop this behavior and kept throwing his body into the lake.

Xiuluo is obsessed with all intoxicating fragrances, so she set up a big pot to cook cruel incense like a sea wizard.

He can't distinguish between his own desires and those of others. He is always easily infected and encouraged to do what he thinks is what he wants to do.

Xiuluo didn't have her real self, and from the moment she was put on the cold table, she no longer lived by her own will, but he never knew this.

Cruel, naive, lonely, longing, and always full of fear and pain in his heart.

These thoughts seem to be him, but they don't seem to be him. The thoughts submerged in the water can no longer tell whether Xiuluo at this time is the child she has loved all her life.

The only thing Si Nian can confirm that this child is the same as the past is that former name, the name that was told to him under the cedar tree when they first met——Xiu Luo.

What can I do for you?Xi Wei asked.

I... my wish?

The thoughts in the water are very confused, he said, I don't know.

For hundreds of years, although his body has died, his thoughts have been floating in the lake water, looking at Xiuluo, unable to do anything, but looking at that child all the time.

Seeing his pain, seeing his fear, seeing him being brutally hurt by his own children and grandchildren, but he was powerless, unable to do anything.

Even Xiuluo couldn't notice his own existence. Sometimes, he even suspected that maybe the current self was meaningless at all. Whenever Xiuluo was hurt, he would cry out in pain, but no matter how his heart cried out, But still just powerless.

However, when someone finally heard his call and asked his wishes, he was even more confused. He didn't know how to answer the other party, so he could only remain silent.

After waiting for a while, Xi Wei suddenly grinned widely.

I know what you want, he said.

The huge Xi Wei floated up to the surface, holding a bunch of things in his hands, his skin was scorched red, most people must have died long ago, but the tall one seemed to have taken an overly enthusiastic hot bath, grinning and trembling Muscles are still the same.

He ran bang bang bang, along the traces of the fire in the natural grotto, and found the big dog and the things burned by the big dog in a very deep place.

The flames faded away, but the burned object was still white, with a fair and beautiful face, fine and soft white hair, and a thin, white and tender body.

Xiuluo lay there quietly, looking at the top of the cave, tears streaming down her face, but they were instantly evaporated by the high temperature.

His bones were burned to ashes, leaving only his beautiful body, and he couldn't move anymore, just like many, many years ago, the black-haired, black-eyed demon cut open his body and took away everything from him.

He didn't know why he was alive and why he wasn't dead.

Maybe this question was buried deeply in Xiuluo's heart from the moment that person was in his arms and closed his eyes forever.

He closed his eyes and didn't look at him anymore. He didn't wake up even shaking or kissing him. Xiuluo hated this.

My heart hurts and I feel very uncomfortable. It would be great if I could be like him.

Xiuluo doesn't like... immortality.

The big dog looked at him quietly, felt his heart, and said, "It seems that we agree on at least one thing.If you want to die, I also want you to die. If you can't die, I will keep burning. There will always be a time when it will be completely burnt into coke.Nothing really can't kill. 』

When the sound of footsteps came, the big dog closed his eyes, felt the guy throwing himself on his back, and the heavy hug brought by him, and his mood suddenly calmed down.

It turned around, gnawed at Xi Wei's face, and licked it again, listening to his hehe laughter, the sadness and anger were miraculously squeezed away, and the softness and warmth filled his heart.

"It's good that you're fine..."

"Brother, I love you so much. I don't know why, but I suddenly love you even more." Perhaps Xi Wei, who has seen hundreds of years of regret and sadness, has realized the importance of cherishing even if he thinks intuitively.

The huge man and the huge dog hugged each other, and the intimacy was endless.