intangible heritage

The life in the Qin residence was not difficult, at best it was moved from the collective dormitory to the private room, if there was a difference, it would be that there was an extra follower——Qin Xun.

Qin Xun's elder brother is taller and younger brother is short all day long, running behind Qin Rong.

Life here is not too bad, except when Qin Sheng came back.

The frequency of Qin Sheng's return to the Qin residence is very fixed, every Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday, as if to complete a specific task.

Every time I come back, I will let Qin Rong go to his room to spend the night.

He was raised by Qin Sheng, and he almost didn't have any resistance to Qin Sheng, he obeyed like a sick person.

Especially the bloody appearance of alpha made Qin Rong realize that he was a baby bird held in his hands, and his wings were not yet fully fledged, let alone escaped.

Occasionally, there would be faint doubts in his heart—is this right?

The thought was quickly suppressed.

But Qin Sheng never touched him, he let Qin Rong walk around in his bedroom at will and do whatever he wanted, except that he couldn't step out of the door.

And he just sat quietly on the sofa in the corner, sitting like this for a whole night.

At first, Qin Rong didn't understand what it meant, until he accidentally knocked over the photo album on the bookshelf.

The photos scattered all over the floor have yellow edges, which can be seen from the age.

In the photo is Qin Sheng and another person when he was young. They are either side by side or waist-to-shoulder, and every movement reveals intimacy.

It is clearly a photo of the beautiful past, but it makes people feel cold when they look at it.

Because the other protagonist in the photo was completely scratched.

The force was so great that the photos were scratched through.

Qin Rong shivered and came back to his senses, and quickly bent down to pick up the photos. Qin Sheng definitely didn't want anyone to see these photos.

But before he could finish picking it up, Qin Sheng had already pushed open the door and walked in. In an instant, Qin Rong's blood froze, and there were bursts of chills.

With his head stiff, he turned around slowly, only to see Qin Sheng staring at him calmly against the light.

Qin Sheng walked over, and the leather shoes stepped on the floor, making a "stomping" sound, and the cold-glowing toe stepped on one of the photos, which happened to be another person's body.

He stared at it for a while, picked it up slowly, and flicked the front with his index finger, followed by a sigh, "Arong, what are you curious about?"

Qin Rong's back was almost soaked, and his head was lowered tightly. When he heard Qin Sheng's question, he hurriedly raised his head to explain, "No, it's not curiosity, I accidentally knocked it down!"

He was too afraid of Qin Sheng, that alpha's bloody face has not disappeared from his dream mirror so far.

"Hehe," Qin Sheng laughed without showing emotion, and sat where he usually sat. The photo was thrown on the ground casually, and he hooked his hand at Qin Rong, "Come here."

Qin Rong swallowed, and stood up slowly, but suddenly heard Qin Sheng say: "Come over on your knees."

Qin Rong was taken aback. Although Qin Sheng was cruel by nature, he had never humiliated him like this.

The corners of Qin Sheng's lips curled up slightly. He was already in his 40s, and when he smiled, he was different from the flamboyant youth in the photos. He was as sophisticated and vicious as a conspiracy. There was a hint of warning in his voice, "Kneel down."

In the next second, Qin Rong no longer hesitated, knelt down obediently, and moved to Qin Sheng step by step. Qin Sheng rubbed the top of his hair, his movements were clearly gentle, but Qin Rong couldn't help but clenched his hands tightly. Grinding his teeth, as if he had a forewarning of what was about to happen.

Sure enough, while breathing, a sharp pain spread from the scalp to all the limbs, and Qin Rong couldn't help letting out a muffled groan.

He is afraid of pain, any pain seems to be magnified thousands of times in his body.

Qin Sheng was unmoved, grabbed Qin Rong's hair, leaned close to him, and said in a low voice: "If you do something wrong, you should be punished, A Rong, are you right?"

Qin Rong said with trembling lips, "Yes."

Qin Sheng laughed again, and patted Qin Rong's stiff face with the other hand, "But does Ah Rong know where he is wrong?"

Qin Rong's face was distorted, "I shouldn't have seen the photo."

"No." Qin Sheng pulled his hair tightly, hearing Qin Rong's painful moans, his eyes were cold, "Give Ah Rong another chance, what's wrong?"

Qin Rong frowned in pain, the pain was so painful that it stimulated physical tears, "I..."

do not know.

But Qin Rong didn't dare to say these three words.

"Ok?"

Qin Rong was speechless, and there were two tear marks on his pale face.

Qin Sheng raised his hand to wipe away his tears, approached Qin Rong, and said hoarsely, "A Rong is really not a smart child."

He moved the hand holding his hair to Qin Rong's slender neck, and gradually exerted force, watching Qin Rong's face change from pale to reddish purple, struggling desperately under his palm.

At the last moment, he finally let go of his hand and kicked Qin Rong out.

Qin Rong was like a torn doll, crumpled on the floor.

But Qin Sheng still didn't intend to let him go, he stepped on Qin Rong's side face, his eyes were cold, as if he was looking at a pile of dead objects.

"You are my dog."

"If you're happy, I'll give you a boner, but if you're not, no one will see you die in that corner."

"So, don't let me see hesitation and resistance from your face."

Qin Sheng asked: "Do you know?"

When Qin Rong came over slowly, Qin Sheng had already left, and the bitter cold wind marched through the window, making the curtains flutter non-stop. He staggered to his feet, cleaned all traces of his body, and then left the room.

Walking down slowly from the third floor, he saw a group of people shrinking at his door from a distance.

"Young master...?"

His voice was hoarse beyond recognition.

The shrunken Qin Xun rubbed his eyes and jumped up when he heard the sound.

When he first entered Qin's house, Qin Xun had only reached his chin, but two years later, he could already reach his nose.

Qin Xun took the trouble to correct him, "It's Ah Xun!"

Qin Rong was in pain all over, and he had no strength to deal with the energetic young master, so he called A Xun following his words, hoping that the young master would let him go back.

Qin Xun also noticed that Qin Rong was absent-minded and his face was ugly, his smile suddenly faded, and he asked nervously, "Brother, are you feeling unwell?"

Qin Rong shook his head: "No, I'm just a little tired."

Without doubting him, Qin Xun took out a paper bag from his bosom and handed it to Qin Rong.

"This is……?"

"Brother, watch for yourself." Qin Xun raised his smile, and after seeing Qin Rong took it, he didn't stay any longer, "Brother rest first, I'm going back."

After returning to the room, Qin Rong threw the paper bag on the table, without the slightest desire to open it to look at it, he really didn't have the energy or the mood.

When I woke up, it was getting dark.

Qin Rong looked at the ceiling and gradually lost his mind.

The huge Qin residence is like a cage, and he is a guard dog locked in. If he barks at his master more, he will be beaten to death, but even if the cage door is wide open, he dare not take half a step out, because He was Qin Sheng's raised dog, and he had long forgotten that he could still step out of this cramped space.

After waking up, Qin Rong finally remembered the paper bag that had been left on the table.

He opened the bag, and a can of sugar was lying at the bottom of the bag, and the rich peach fragrance permeated the air.

Qin Rong took it out, only to see a piece of paper stuffed in the sugar bowl.

After unfolding, a few beautiful words were gradually printed into the eye sockets.

"Qin Rong is Ah Xun's lifelong elder brother."