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The aroma of the milk powder is sweet and greasy, whether it is soaked in water or dipped into the mouth with your fingers, you will enjoy it with gusto.

Xiaohua is already six years old, she should have been weaned a long time ago, but she still clings to all dairy products as stubbornly as a baby who is not yet full moon, so that her body is stained with a soft, harmless and lovely fragrance.

She likes to drink milk very much, and even Su Zhiyun, who is always with her, has that moist and delicate milk fragrance on her body, as if she has followed Xiaohua back to the toddler stage.

Su Zhiyun is very familiar with this sweet and greasy aroma, and even developed a sense of security after soaking in it for many years. Tang Hong once pointed out that he actually likes sweets, but Su Zhiyun himself did not notice it.

If you really want to trace it back, this preference probably also comes from his sister Xiaohua's persistent sharing and feeding since she was a child.

The fragrant and soft little girl doesn't know why she loves her brother so purely, naturally and without a doubt, and always puts her candy and snacks into his brother's mouth.

Sometimes Xiaohua is more mature than Su Zhiyun, she is not even like a child, she can perceive the emotions of everyone around her with an extraordinary sensitivity, and then take care of them meticulously and properly in her own way.

Just like a real little angel.

Such a child deserves all the love and preference, all the ardent glances and admiration.

Su Zhiyun opened his eyes from the bed, and smelled the aroma of braised pork ribs wafting from the kitchen.

He got up to wash, and noticed that it was almost noon. Ever since Aunt Li died, he has always been in a chaotic and strange dream every night, unable to sleep. The woman's blood is sticky and wet, old and dry red, dragging from the road The mutilated lower body crawled towards him, with a terrifying face.

Most of the dishes on the dining table were Xiaohua's favorite dishes, and grandma turned her head to ask Xiaohua if there was anything else she wanted to eat.

In the past few days, Xiao Hua kept her promise and did not go out, and soon got stuck with her grandmother who didn't like to go out. She is a naturally cute child, and her smile can melt people's chest like honey.

It is understandable that grandma and grandpa like her.

Su Zhiyun ate a few chopsticks in a hurry, feeling nauseated on the tip of his tongue and against his throat, unable to swallow.

Grandpa babbled on bringing food to Su Zhiyun, asking him to eat more.

Today is braised pork ribs, thick oil red sauce.

Su Zhiyun tasted a little fishy smell, and his stomach was overwhelmed. He always thought of the dream last night, and he put away his chopsticks after barely eating.

"I went to the teacher's house."

He packed his schoolbag casually, put on his shoes and went out almost without looking back.

He spent almost all of these days at Tang Hong's house.

Tang Hong seldom gives him lessons, and sometimes he just shows some movies, which are about life and love, which are eternal classic topics for human beings.

Su Zhiyun was like a skinny kitten, exhausted and sleepy, lying on the corner of his clothes on the sofa, and the wind blew past his feet.

He said that Xiao Hua picked up an injured bird recently.

It looks like a sparrow, only the size of a palm, and it chirps, sometimes at night, which makes people unable to sleep.

Tang Hong asked: "Does Xiaohua annoy you?"

Su Zhiyun shook his head.

"She's been at home these days and doesn't go out very much, she's been clinging to grandma."

Tang Hong slowly combed Su Zhiyun's hair with his fingers, it was very soft, like a handful of water flowing.

The next day, Xiaohua's friends knocked on the door of Li's house after a long absence. Seeing Su Zhiyun's appearance, they were a little shy and embarrassed, so they hid behind the door and asked cautiously if Xiaohua was there.

When Su Zhiyun was having breakfast, he saw his grandmother looking out of the window, asking at the dinner table when Xiao Hua would come back, with a look of disappointment on her face.

Just don't let those kids come.

Su Zhiyun said so.

Tang Hong didn't ask anything.

He mounted the last flower on the cake and thought for a while: "Then you bring the sparrow with the little flower the next day."

The little sparrow was injured, but after a few days of raising it, there was no tendency to heal, but it seemed even more dying.

Tang Hong's eyes fell on the sparrow's wings, and after a long time, he smiled slightly.

"Biology class today."

Sparrows also have blood, which is sticky, probably because of their small size, no matter how much they bleed, they can't bleed a lot.

Su Zhiyun vomited in a mess on the sink after class. Tang Hong held his hand from behind and clenched the knife to separate the sparrow's stomach. Looking at the messy internal organs, he pointed out what they were one by one with a strong posture.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Tang Hong, who had washed his hands clean, walked into the bathroom, looking innocent again, like a most ordinary teacher gently soothing a student's back.

The young man's house has a very sweet smell, he likes to make desserts, so that fragrance always lingers on his body.

In addition to the fishy smell, Su Zhiyun smelled the sweet fragrance like milk powder on his body, and his fingertips trembled.

He took the tissue from Tang Hong's hand and wiped his mouth.

Tang Hong likes to be called Su Zhiyun, my child.

It seems that he really regards Su Zhiyun as his own child in words and actions.

This is a very strange kind of love. From a teacher who is only 17 years older than himself, Su Zhiyun felt a kind of pity and love that parents only have for ignorant and ignorant cubs.

Tang Hong is very kind to Su Zhiyun, it can be said that he is so kind to Su Zhiyun, even a little bit out of proportion, but this love seems to have nothing to do with age or status.

Just pure, extreme love.

Su Zhiyun was lying on the wooden floor, and the wind blew, and he was half asleep and half awake.

"Teacher, don't you have a girlfriend?"

The young man's hand rested on his forehead. It was cold in summer, and there was a little cocoa powder aroma.

"No."

"why?"

"I have very low sexual needs."

Su Zhiyun was in a haze, and his brain was not very clear. He could only vaguely realize that what Tang Hong said to him did not seem to be a conceptual thing.

Tang Hong said that human love is short-lived and cannot be preserved for a long time. It is like the seven-year itch between husband and wife. After everything reaches its peak, it will only fade away instead of rising, because everything has boundaries and limits. .

What to do then?

Su Zhiyun wasn't sure if he had asked this question, because he fell asleep afterwards, and the nightmares he had every night for many days made him listless and drowsy all day long.

He tossed and turned, and sometimes couldn't tell whether he was dreaming or in reality.

The teenager's sleeping face was defenseless, his cheeks were soft, like the last rose sealed in a crystal in Beauty and the Beast.

The juvenile that has not yet grown is a thin and fragile candy, sweet and solitary, it can be easily and easily put into the palm of the hand, crushed and smashed until it flows out of the sandwich, or lured to fall into its rotting insects.

Tang Hong's fingers were icy cold, and he slid across Su Zhiyun's neck obsessively and slowly.

He had countless wild, cruel and weird fantasies, and thousands of beautiful and bloody ways to kill, but in the end Tang Hong just stared at Su Zhiyun, with soft, unknown emotions pouring out of his eyes, and he lowered his head to kiss Su Zhiyun's forehead lightly .

"My dear boy."

"My good student."

The butterfly wings of the butterfly specimen on the wall are still radiant and dazzling.

The story of Beauty and the Beast has the ending of the rose written in the book.

It started to rain here recently, and the weather was still hot and humid. Su Zhiyun was trapped in the foggy season and couldn't go out. He lay on the window and watched the wildly growing weeds in the courtyard.

Tang Hong pulled him over, and Su Zhiyun saw that he was still holding the cherry in his hand, so he raised his head and ate it, and licked his finger that was dipped in powdered sugar, it was so sweet.

With a calm expression, Tang Hong pushed the fruit plate in front of him and told Su Zhiyun the story of King Oedipus who killed his father and married his mother.

"Did you know? Human beings are born with an Oedipus complex. Boys will love their mothers and hate their fathers, and girls will love their fathers and hate their mothers. So some people say that boys are born with a patricide complex. .”

The cherry red ones and the weeds green ones are all covered with bright drops of water.

Su Zhiyun looked out the window and ate the last cherry, and suddenly stopped on her dangling toes, Qi Qi was still eating cat food with her tail up, everything was quiet.

Su Zhiyun asked: "Where are the teacher's parents?"

"Do you want to know?"

"Ah."

Su Zhiyun nodded.

Tang Hong laughed, as if he had expected Su Zhiyun to ask such a question.

He took Su Zhiyun into the locked room, the temperature here seemed to be a few degrees lower than outside, and there was some damp, cold, slightly rotten smell coming over the surface.

Su Zhiyun saw the fragmented bodies placed on the container, neatly arranged in a row.

Heart, lung lobes, eyeballs, brain.

All soaked in formalin.

"Everything has a limit and a peak. Human beings will make specimens of flowers that are still in bloom. If everything stays at the best moment, it will not pass away, nor will it fade away. So my parents are at the very end When you love me, die as you wish."

Su Zhiyun took a few steps back subconsciously, Tang Hong pinched his shoulder blades from behind, his bones creaked so hard, he looked taller and more stern than before, blocked the door, and dropped the lock.

Adults have natural advantages, experience and physical strength are absolutely superior to minors.

There was almost no light in the room, and the sun only leaked in through the gaps in the curtains.

As he had imagined, Tang Hong easily restrained Su Zhiyun. He just put his own weight on the young man, making him breathless and unable to breathe.

The moist and warm breath landed on Su Zhiyun's neck, and his eyes looked beautiful even in a dark place. Tang Hong grabbed his neck and praised him gently.

"The eyes are beautiful."

For an adult, Su Zhiyun's struggle was meaningless, like a mayfly shaking a tree, his eyes gradually filled with a hazy mist, and the corners of his eyes turned red physiologically.

This kind of mood made Tang Hong even more excited. He felt pity and moved, but he couldn't help but develop a bad psychology of wanting to mess up more and more.

He is a mixture of love and desire to destroy at the same time.

The mastery of killing an immature and ignorant life made him overjoyed and his heart surged.

Tang Hong was like a clumsy father coaxing his child not to cry. He lowered his head and kissed away the tears from the corners of Su Zhiyun's eyes. In a trance, he could see that Su Zhiyun was talking from those wet eyes—didn't you say you liked me?

The young man couldn't tell the difference between reality and fantasy. The extreme excitement made his face flushed and his breathing heavy.

Tang Hong muttered to himself, increasing the strength of his fingers: "Yes, I like you."

"I love you."

"Just like I love my mother, I love myself."

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