Red dust kills beauty

29. "That person"④

five years ago.

The man supported himself with his hands, and watched the two little boys quarrel while doing their homework.

Zhaoyao's brain is smart, but unfortunately her foundation is too weak.The man is a habitual offender who fishes, and he will definitely not end by himself at this time. According to his words, "It's my turn to do it now."

So the job of teaching Zhaoyao the basics was given to the witch merchant.

The witch merchant was very annoyed, but he understood very well that he was "trading money and goods" with men, so he always obediently agreed.

At this time, the young boy who was still young didn't understand a certain vicious man, and he just took pleasure in watching him have fun.

The man looked at the witch merchant full of irritability and depression, but because of his presence, he had to suppress his anger, and happily stuffed a cherry into his mouth.

When Zhaoyao confuses the word "glutton" again, Wu Shang couldn't help it anymore, a vein popped on his forehead.He picked up the matts textbook and smashed it on Zhaoyao's head, but he still kept a friendly smile on his face: "An idiot is an idiot, what are you still studying, just be a brainless thug and die in a slum !"

Zhaoyao wanted to scold back furiously, the vagrant who was born in the slums had a lot of dirty words in his stomach, not something this young master could compare to.It's a pity that he is a reasonable person after all, in the end he just gritted his teeth and glared at Wu Shang, shaking his fist: "Be careful, I will drive you out."

The witch merchant didn't even raise his eyebrows: "Oh. I'm so scared."

The tone was calm, without a trace of soul.

At the same time, those peach blossom eyes turned around nimbly, and gestured towards the smiling man, the meaning was obvious, "Do you have something to say?"

Zhaoyao stood up abruptly: "I'm really going to hit you!"

The man had seen enough of the show, and seeing that the witch merchant was really about to be beaten, he first picked up a cherry and threw it at Zhaoyao: "You must respect your teacher, Zhaozhao."

Zhaoyao reflexively protested: "Don't call me Zhaozhao!"

"Okay, okay, Ah Zhao~"

The man said perfunctorily, and picked another one from the plate and threw it on the witch merchant's head, but the other party deftly dodged it. The man lazily said "Ah", pointed to the cherries on the ground and said to Zhaoyao: "Little girl!" Shang wastes food, Zhao Zhao, beat him."

Cherry is a rare item among rare items. In this world, such a plate of cherries is worth the same weight as gold.

Unlike Zhaoyao, who is ignorant of goods, the witch merchant is very curious about the man's career.Bullying Zhaoyao in front of the other party also has the meaning of probing, because men have the habit of holding small objects around them to shame.

The movements are careless, with little force, not insulting, and mostly playful.

But when he saw that the man really threw the precious cherries like stones, the witch merchant was surprised again.

He couldn't help but guess in his heart, where did the man get the big Buddha, and why he insisted on having it in the slums.

Zhaoyao knew nothing about his complex psychological activities, this time he didn't care about the man's address to him, and rubbed his wrists with great interest: "Okay!"

The witch merchant leaned back weakly on the back of the chair and closed his eyes: "Come on."

After speaking, he coughed twice.

"..." Zhaoyao's raised fist stopped in mid-air, and his beautiful, childish face was full of entanglements.

The man snickered.

"Don't pretend." He said, "Go and fight A Zhao, so that he can find out, otherwise he will never recognize you for the rest of his life."

The witch merchant's face was full of disbelief, and his voice was full of condemnation: "But I'm just a soft Alpha!"

At this time, Zhaoyao, who had not yet differentiated, had little knowledge, and had never seen an Alpha in the slums, did not understand how many flaws there were in this sentence.

He squeezed his fingers with a smirk: "So weak that a child can't beat it!"

The witch merchant is not ashamed at all: "That's right."

Zhaoyao: "."

Life in the slums is very simple.Due to the scarcity of materials and resources, people here have returned to the simplest form of life, that is, "the strong eat the weak".

Everyone doesn't have the strength to play tricks (and they don't have the brains), even if they are bad, they are very innocent, and they belong to the level of elementary school students suing their parents.In Zhaoyao's simple life in the first 12 years, she had never met such a person as a witch merchant, and she was a little stunned all of a sudden, not knowing how to proceed.

The man laughed so hard that his shoulders shook, watching the excitement was no big deal: "Don't be soft-hearted, Zhao Zhao, just hit him."

The witch merchant glanced in the direction of the man with an obscure gaze, and licked the corner of his lower lip without emotion: "It's really biased."

The pure Zhaoyao didn't understand why the witch merchant was upset. In his opinion, his brother and he were in the same group, and it was only natural that the other party favored him.

The man smiled without saying a word.

After dinner, the youngest one was ordered to wash the dishes by the sink, and there were only two people in the room who had an affair.

Shaman Shang Yin Yang said strangely: "You really like Zhaoyao, why, are you going to let him take my place in the future?"

He deliberately bites the words "my position" very strongly.

The man pretended to be puzzled, and he acted exaggeratedly surprised: "What are you talking about, Xiao Shang?"

Without formally answering his question, the witch merchant's heart sank.

He said slowly, "Nothing."

The more the man looked at the child, the more interesting he found it.He asked lightly, "Are you jealous?"

No.not like this.

The witch merchant retorted calmly in his heart.He was really annoyed by this, but it didn't mean anything, just being an Alpha, possessive of his Omega.

Although they didn't have any further relationship, what they did was only the simplest temporary marking, but from Alpha's point of view, an Omega that has maintained this relationship for a long time is not bad to say that it is "his".

In fact, he himself is quite disgusted with the feeling that his body is dominated by instinct.Smart people always have a strong desire to control, and witch merchants happen to be smart people among smart people.

The separation of reason and emotion always made him feel like a piece of paper being pulled by two corners, and it would be torn apart with just a little force.

He was disturbed by it.

The man never hides his interest in him, as well as subtle malice.Sometimes the witch merchants can't help but wonder, did they have a grudge before?Why would a person with no memory target him like this?

To this, the man's explanation was light and fluffy: "Maybe it's a grudge from a previous life."

The wicked adult said slowly: "From the first moment I saw you, I hated you very much."

After he finished speaking, he looked at the witch merchant expectantly, hoping that the other party would show more expressions that he liked.

Probably because of his family background, Wu Shang is a very restrained child, his pretty face is always expressionless.From the eyes of others, it may be that the snow lotus of Tianshan Mountain is unattainable; but from the eyes of men, it is gloomy, indifferent and lifeless.

Only when bullying Zhaoyao, who is barely the same age, will the witch merchant's face be a little fresh and youthful.

So the man teases him when he has nothing to do, taking pleasure in seeing the other person change his face, and it is also beautiful as the name "let the small businessman have a colorful life".

This time too.

But the reaction of the witch merchant was beyond his expectation.

The other party gave him a lukewarm look: "You hate me and you brought me back. You feed me with good food and drink. Baba shows his neck every month for me to bite. Are you cheap?"

The smile on the man's face froze, and he was choked up.

The witch merchant showed a smug expression, afraid of being pressed and beaten by an angry man, he left briskly.

The man was silent for a few seconds, then grinned and stuffed a handful of cherries into his mouth: "Poisonous brat."

As night fell, the willows were on the moon, the man arrived as promised, and the witch merchant was already waiting in the room.

The corner of the witch merchant's mouth drooped, and the man laughed and said, "Still angry? Didn't you expose it?"

He was referring to the fact that the witch merchant called him cheap, and the two of them came and went, and it was considered even.

This is a fact, and it is not a scolding at all.The witch merchant sneered in his heart.But on the surface, he just pursed his lips unhappily: "Zhaoyao is too stupid, I don't want to teach him."

The man lovingly put the boy on his lap and sat down. He is not tall and strong, but he is still a size bigger than the still-growing Shaman.

The Shaman Merchant was completely free from the shame of being held in his arms by his own Omega as an Alpha. He calmly put his hands on the man's shoulders and stared at him with beautiful eyes.

This is a vaguely positioned gesture, which seems to be intimacy, control, and pushing people away.

The man smiled: "That's great, Xiao Shang, you've learned to act like a baby."

The witch merchant was taken aback: "Acting like a baby?"

While kissing the other's pretty side face, the man slowly tightened his arms around the other's waist.

"Yes, coquettish."

The witch merchant frowned uncomfortably, silently slipped out a dagger from his sleeve, and pressed it against the man's neck, the unsealed sharp blade quickly pressed a red mark on the snow-white skin.

As if the man didn't feel it, he smiled to himself: "Why, don't you really want to mark me completely and fill me up with knots? As a result, you can't stand it anymore?"

The witch merchant also imitated the man's appearance, and smiled lightly.

He has always been too lazy to make expressions, and his smile was a little stiff at first, but soon, he got the hang of it, and smiled, "No way," he said hypocritically, "I'm obviously looking forward to it."

The relationship between them is so subtle, like employers, like brothers, like teachers and students, like lovers, like enemies, but neither of them.

Such a secret, deformed and complicated relationship lasted for a long time until the man died.

Until the witch merchant puts on the flowery coat that the other party often wears, puts on the same smiling face as the man, does the same exaggerated and frivolous behavior, and completely lives himself into another person, the witch merchant still can't help it. Know, what the hell are they.

It wasn't until two years later that a doll that made him disgusted just by looking at it appeared, provoking a problem that he had been unwilling to face up to.

'What kind of relationship do we have? '

The witch merchant remembered the countless afternoons when the other party was stroking his hair intimately, without kissing or flirting, just snuggling together and napping.

'Probably... to that man, I'm barely his brother... right? '

The witch merchant's expression was ugly at this time, and he couldn't tell whether it was resentment or hatred.I admired his wonderful performance, and at the same time, I speculated in my mind what good things I had done before to make him suffer like this.

He's an Omega after all, I hope I wasn't too crazy in the past.

At the same time, I became more and more determined to cover my vest tightly.I always feel that if the witch merchant finds out about this, he can eat me raw from this posture.

After digging into this point, when I thought that the witch businessman became like this because of me, the despicable pleasure couldn't help but rise up, climbing up from the tailbone like poisonous ivy.

On the one hand, I despised my own Omega for actually bullying me like this, on the other hand, I did obtain supreme pleasure from this kind of imagination.

Ahh... I want to see more, more, the pained expression of the witch merchant.

I deliberately contradicted him: "Brother is a family member, and a master is a master and servant. But how can you be a master and a family member at the same time? Unless you are nothing."

"Back then Zhaoyao told me without hesitation that it was his elder brother."

"..." The witch merchant didn't say a word, nor did he show any other emotions, he was still smiling.But at that moment, I felt very clearly that he was stung by me.

It's a pity that the witch merchant is not a person who will endure silently when he is stabbed, he will only redouble his revenge.

But what can he do to me?Wu Shen wants to use me, Zhao Yao wants to protect me, and Fu Baixue doesn't want to touch me.I am not afraid of death, torture, or suffering. I am alone, and I am better at fighting than him. There is nothing I can control.

At this point I was very close to him.

The witch merchant was reclining on the sofa in the booth. I was standing in front of him at first, but after a few times you came and went, I knelt on the sofa next to him with one leg, leaned forward, and surrounded him. relative to each other.

The dim yellow light hit his fair face, casting a layer of warm golden soft light on his black hair.

Although this rotten person has a vicious mind, his appearance is really good, and I can't help being a little fanciful.

When I came back to my senses, my hand was already on the wall behind him, and when I lowered my head, I saw the witch merchant half-circled by me.

The witch merchant stepped forward, holding a familiar skinning knife in his hand, and pressed it against my neck.

That's the knife that used to peel my skin.

The damn hormones, the damn pheromones.

He smiled softly: "A doll should look like a doll, isn't it good to just be a doll?"

I sneered and slapped his hand away: "I'm not a doll."

Next chapter: Pink hair band ①

Zhaoyao is my patron saint, the anchor of my soul.