Save the beautiful and tragic hero

Suddenly, the box that Hu Luyan had hidden deep in his memory opened suddenly, and countless pictures rushed up like a tide.

Those images are all from real events.

The protagonist of the picture is without exception a beautiful woman. The woman is lying on the bed. As the picture changes, the man on her body is also changing, and the unfettered long black hair is scattered all over the pillow.

The woman's eyes were closed, her brows were tightly furrowed, and there was an expression of pain and humiliation on her beautiful face, but even so, her mouth still overflowed with low moans intermittently.

Hu Luyan is still a small ball, which can be easily hidden in the wooden cabinet opposite the bed.

The cabinet door cannot be closed completely, revealing a thin seam.

Through that gap, he witnessed what happened on the bed where he and the woman usually slept.

Once, a man discovered his existence, but instead of being angry, the man pulled him out of the wooden cabinet with a smile.

"Unexpectedly, there is a treasure hidden in this cabinet." The man lifted Hu Luyan's chin with his index finger, as if he was looking at a commodity on the booth.

Hu Luyan was terrified, his small body shook like chaff.

He didn't dare to struggle, and he didn't dare to resist, he just looked helplessly at the woman lying on the bed with a pale face.

After feeling his gaze, the woman turned sideways slowly, pulled the thin quilt to her chest, then propped her head up with one hand, and stared at him with cold eyes.

Although the woman responded coldly, the voice from her red lips was extremely charming, even with a slightly teasing smile: "Where is the treasure? It's just an annoying little beggar."

"Oh?" The man raised his eyebrows and looked back at the woman, "Isn't he your son?"

After meeting the man's eyes, the woman swept away the indifference just now, and said coquettishly with a smile like a flower: "Master, you are joking, where did I get my son?"

"Since it's not your son—" the man dragged his tone meaningfully, and changed the gesture of picking Huluyan's chin to pinching his chin. He chuckled softly, "Then let's stay and play together."

Hu Luyan understood the meaning of this sentence ignorantly, and an indescribable panic appeared on his pale face. He made a gesture to run, but the other hand of the man held his arm tightly.

The man seemed to enjoy the fun of chasing after me, and he smiled happily: "Son, why don't you play with us for a while, how about I give you ten taels of silver?"

Hu Luyan hurriedly shook his head: "I don't want it!"

"Children should listen to adults." The man easily pulled Hu Luyan to his body, and stretched out his hand to take off Hu Luyan's clothes, "Besides, it's up to you whether you want it or not."

As soon as the man's fingers touched Hu Luyan's clothes, something brushed past his ear.

The thing hit the wooden cabinet, made a crisp sound, fell and scattered all over the floor.

It's a vase by the bed.

The woman who was lying on the bed didn't know when she sat up wrapped in a thin quilt. She picked up another vase and stared at Hu Luyan with an almost ferocious expression: "Little beggar, who let you in? Get out of here." !"

Hu Luyan woke up like a dream, and suddenly opened his mouth and bit the man's arm.

He bit so hard that he could taste blood through layers of clothes.

The man was caught off guard and howled in pain.

"Get out!" The woman with disheveled hair looked like a lunatic, she scolded in the sharpest voice, "Little beggar, you dare to enter my room, are you dying!"

Amidst the woman's crazily cursing, Hu Luyan let go, turned around and ran away.

The man wanted to chase after cursing, but the woman hugged him from behind.

What happened later, under Hu Luyan's deliberate forgetting, I can't remember clearly.

He wants to forget more than these, there are many more.

But at this moment, he clearly remembered the woman's appearance again.

And the woman made a sound.

Like Xiaozhen, limp and weak, contrived and disgusting, it makes people sick.

The soft touch climbed from his arms to his chest, and he grabbed the hand that was clinging to his chest.

Without the cover of the clothes, the skin of that hand felt quite tender and smooth, like a piece of newly woven satin, just like that woman's hand.

But Hu Luyan just felt sick.

He seemed to be stuck in a dirty swamp, the mud trapped his legs, and the sticky touch covered his skin inch by inch.

He was so sick that he was about to throw up.

The strength in his hands continued to increase.

It wasn't until he heard Xiaozhen's cry begging for mercy that he suddenly broke free from that horrific state, and then found that Xiaozhen's wrist had been broken by him forcefully.

Xiaozhen was out of breath from crying, and his body shook like fallen leaves in the autumn wind. He didn't know whether he was hurt or frightened. He cried, "Young master, I was wrong. I was fascinated by a ghost for a while. I just did this, please let me go."

Hu Luyan threw Xiaozhen's hand away in disgust: "Is this your purpose?"

Xiaozhen didn't care about dressing to keep warm, and knelt on the ground trembling, crying hoarsely: "I really love the young master, but the young master's eyes are always following the eldest son, I'm really impatient, That's why I had to make such a bad move, I have no other purpose, I just want to be by the young master's side."

With such a big commotion, Mi Lu, who was pretending to be asleep, couldn't pretend anymore.

Mi Lu pretended to have just woken up, and asked blankly, "What happened?"

Hearing this, Xiao Zhen hurriedly crawled towards Mi Lu: "Eldest son, it's all my fault, I like the little son so much, I have endured it for many days, I really can't help it..."

As she spoke, Xiaozhen buried her head in the snow and sobbed in pain.

Mi Lu was silent for a moment, then sighed, "I'm only 14 years old, you can do it too."

"Isn't 14 just the right age for marriage?" Xiaozhen said weeping, "I'm also worried that my son will be lonely."

Mi Lu said: "I think you are lonely."

"My lord, I was wrong, please speak up for me." Xiaozhen begged humbly, "I will never do this kind of thing again."

Xiaozhen was only wearing a pair of thin underpants, and he was so cold that he could pass at any time in this icy and snowy place. If this continued, he would definitely freeze to death.

But he didn't dare to dress himself, he knew how powerful Hu Luyan was, maybe he died in the snow without even touching a corner of his clothes.

Mi Lu got up and picked up the coat that had been taken off the ground and threw it on Xiaozhen.

Xiaozhen hurriedly wrapped her coat tightly.

But Mi Lu didn't mean to help Xiaozhen, but only spoke from the perspective of a bystander: "This is a matter between the two of you. How you two resolve it is up to you two to decide, and it has nothing to do with me."

Xiaozhen originally thought that Mi Lu saw him pitifully and agreed to his request, but after hearing Mi Lu's words, a basin of cold water suddenly fell from the sky, extinguishing the little flame in his heart: "Elder Son..."

Mi Lu didn't pay attention to Xiaozhen any more, and got back into the quilt again, this time he even buried his head in it, obviously he didn't want to care about this matter.

It was quiet outside.

It seemed that after a long time, Mi Lu, who hadn't fallen asleep, finally poked his head out curiously.

But no one was seen again.

Xiaozhen is gone.

Hu Luyan is also gone.

Mi Lu waited bored for a while before Hu Luyan came back alone.

He vaguely guessed something, but after thinking about it, he asked, "Where's Xiaozhen?"

Hu Luyan said, "Throw it away."

"Where did you throw it?"

"a place far away."

Mi Lu snorted, and in a blink of an eye, seeing the clothes and pants that Xiaozhen had taken off were still lying quietly on the ground, she guessed that Xiaozhen only took away the coat he threw over.

Now the snow is getting bigger and bigger, and the sky is getting colder and colder. I don't know if Xiaozhen can walk out of this forest alone.

However, Xiaozhen is more or less a cultivator. Although he only has the cultivation base of the Qi refining stage, it is not impossible for him to walk out of this forest.

As for what happens next, it depends on his own fortune.

However, what Mi Lu didn't know was that Hu Luyan did release Xiaozhen, but broke his limbs before letting Xiaozhen go. A man with no limbs was thrown in the depths of the forest, and the only thing waiting for him was to come slowly. death.

It was very late at night, and it was still early before dawn.

After the farce ended, they could only continue to rest and wait for dawn before continuing on their way.

Mi Lu felt drowsy and soon fell asleep.

On the contrary, Hu Luyan, who was sitting in front of the tree trunk, could not fall asleep for a long time.

His mind was full of messy thoughts, the past, the present, and the future, accompanied by the sound of the night wind, were stirred and made rustling sounds.

"Dhu Lvyan!" He heard Mi Lu calling him.

He followed the sound and walked forward.

After walking for a while, he actually walked out of the darkness that had troubled him for a long time.

He saw verdant meadows, boundless.

The breeze blew past, causing the grass to ripple in circles, spreading towards the blue sky in the distance.

The sun is harsh.

He opened his eyes, and a few tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes.

"Du Luyan!" Mi Lu called him again, his cheerful voice was full of smiles, "What are you still dawdling about? Come here!"

"Coming." He subconsciously replied.

Soon, a figure came into view, that figure was shrouded in the sun, and the whole body was covered with golden color, making it hard to see clearly.

Hu Luyan knew that that person was Mi Lu.

He walked over, half kneeled on the grass, and stroked Mi Lu's cheek naturally.

Mi Lu's face is very small, and he can cover it with just one slap. Mi Lu's skin is very delicate, like the tofu he touched when he was a child.

He still couldn't see Mi Lu's face clearly.

As if covered by a layer of mist, he tried to wipe off the layer of mist with his hands, but it was all in vain.

But Mi Lu's laughter was very clear, as sweet as a bell being blown by the wind.

Immediately afterwards, Mi Lu raised his arms around his neck, and his warm body wrapped around him like a vine.

"Dhu Luyan." Mi Lu said softly, "I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Hu Luyan lowered his eyelids, his eyes fixed on Mi Lu's red neck.

He lowered his head uncontrollably, and the scorching breath sprayed on Mi Lu's collarbone like dense raindrops.

His kiss went all the way down.

The person lying on the grass groaned helplessly, as if he couldn't find a support point for his body, he had to cling to him tightly: "Du Lu Yan... Hu Lu Yan..."

The author has something to say:

14 years old is also the age to open up (light a cigarette)