soul stone

The spring-like melody danced at the fingertips, and the handsome young man with blond curly hair closed his eyes, intoxicated by the music.The warm tune seems to take him away from this closed room, to the beautiful countryside where the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and the breath of spring can be smelled.

"It's boring, this tune."

The gorgeous woman leaning on the side of the grand piano folded her arms and raised her long white and smooth legs.

"Hey, I say, play something happy. Just play that one called... yes, "The Merry Wives of Windsor." You play, and I sing."

Xeksis didn't even lift his head: "That one, I don't know."

Natalie's green eyes widened, and she burst into a harsh laugh.

"What, you call yourself a 'pianist'. After all, you're just an idiot who presses the keys according to the score."

She turned her back, shrugged her shoulders pretending to be helpless, then took out a lady's cigarette from the small silver satchel, and leaned over to the youth's pink cheeks.

"Hey, light a cigarette for me."

The curly black hair brushed the pianist's cheeks, exuding a seductive smell of perfume.

The violin stopped abruptly.

"If you smoke, please go outside...I hate the smell of cigarettes."

Natalie was slightly taken aback.

"You're so delicate...Okay, if you don't smoke, don't smoke. I'll listen to you."

Zeksies had thought that the eldest lady would be angry.He didn't expect that she really did it, but it left him at a loss as to what to do.

The dream lover of men all over the world, who is sitting on the edge of the piano at this moment, randomly playing with her hair, suddenly turns her head and smiles at him embarrassedly.

"Can you play the accompaniment for me? I'll sing, and you'll back up. "The Merry Wives of Windsor"—my mother used to sing it to me when I was a kid and wouldn't go to sleep."

At some point, the pianist left the piano and stood in front of a woman half a head taller than him.

--Snapped!

Natalie covered her hot left face, her thick black curly hair covered her expression.

"Your mother is such a prophet. You've been a bitch since you were a kid."

"...you...how dare..." The woman bit her lip, her eyes mixed with anger, surprise and confusion.

The shadow at the corner of the mouth deepened, and Xeksis punched her in the face.

When this angelic face, the face that men all over the world are obsessed with and yearns for, is gradually distorted and deformed under the rain of fists, the pianist suddenly feels an unprecedented pleasure——

What he is destroying is the dream of men all over the world!

Five blocks away from his father's mansion, there is an unremarkable two-story white building, where Bowman Lynch lives.In order to inherit the family business, he had to find someone he could marry and sometimes bring a woman home.He packed his schedule to try and forget about her, but it didn't work.Even with other women in his arms, he often imagined her as Natalie Lynch—his stepmother, the idol of men all over the world.

It's better that Dad goes to God sooner so he can legally marry her.When he becomes a ten-year-old man, the first thing to do is to drive Zexis out of the house, otherwise, that annoying woman's face will definitely cause trouble.

The monotonous bell rang, and Bowman put down his pen, and stretched his waist to reach the phone in front of the table.

"Boman, save me! Ugh! Don't hit me, stop! Come and save me!"

A broken cry came from the receiver.Portman's white and fat face was immediately bloodshot, and he put the receiver close to his ear: "Natalie? What happened? Where are you?"

"That pianist, he... is crazy! Come and save me! Uhhhhhh!"

This was followed by the sound of glass shattering, interspersed with a woman's high-decibel scream.

"I'm at home! Come quickly, I'll be... hello?"

Boman didn't hear the last sentence.He has hung up the phone.The caller ID indicated the location.He yanked open the drawer, stuffed the pistol into his coat pocket, slammed the door out, and jumped into his bright yellow roadster.

To go home from here, you need to cross a sea-crossing bridge with a toll booth at the head of the bridge.He suddenly remembered that he left in a hurry and forgot to bring his wallet.It's important, and I can't take care of that much.When the time comes, step on the accelerator and rush over.

It was early in the morning, and there were no people on the road. Under the dim light, the sea and sky were pitch black.He saw two staff members, one tall and one short, at the toll booth on the right front, and he stood up when he saw his speeding car.The tall man ran to the middle of the road and stretched out his arms.

"Please stop!"

With a sudden brake, Bowman slammed on the steering wheel.

"What are you doing, you want to die!"

He rolled up the window and was about to curse at the top of his voice when he suddenly caught a glimpse of the short one walking towards him.A sense of disobedience surged in my heart, but it was too late to run.

Suddenly, the muzzle of the gun that came in through the window pierced through his forehead.

It is already the beginning of September, but the scorching heat is still lingering in this valley.Lenny lay lazily on the counter, letting the loud cicadas torment his ears.The weather is too hot, there are very few guests, and the only daughter, Laura, is still making up lessons.Only the ten-year-old dog Puppy was lying at his feet, wheezing and panting with his tongue out.

Yawning, Lenny rubbed his eyes, pulled out the ledger and examined it carefully.The daughter is completely different from her parents. She is a natural learner, and even during the summer vacation, she takes the initiative to ask for cram school.According to the principal, if the school can produce one student who is admitted to N University, it will be Laura. N University ranks among the top ten in the world, but it is a private school, and the tuition fees are staggeringly expensive.For Laura, he said that he must earn enough money to send his daughter to a good college, and he can be regarded as the soul in heaven to comfort his wife who died young.

Feeling thirsty, he poured himself a pitcher of stout and looked in from the rim.The coffee-colored liquid reflected a rectangular face, with thinning hair, long gone from the chicness of the past.

Damn it, if he had stayed in the gang all the time, he might have gotten ahead long ago, and he wouldn't have to worry about money at all.Since "that incident", he decided to wash his hands in the golden basin, escaped from the gang with the help of his later wife, and opened a small restaurant on this peaceful soil in anonymity, and 18 years passed.

In the past 18 years, every time I think of "that incident", I still can't help but sigh in my heart.It was a cold winter night, and he drove the gangster's killer "Pointer" to kill a mother and kidnapped her son and daughter, and planned to send them to the Holy Thirteen Monastery.As a result, the six-year-old daughter killed the "pointer" with the axle of a toy car, and fled with her brother.

Lenny still can't forget the little girl's glance, as if overlooking the night scene from the floor-to-ceiling glass on the top floor of a skyscraper, as if he was out of it, but it completely captured his heart at that time.When that girl grows up, she doesn't know what kind of disaster she will become.Unfortunately, after leaving the gang, he never heard from the siblings again.

There was a crisp wind chime.Lenny put on a smiling face reflexively, and shouted towards the door: "Welcome! Today's special is pasta with tomato sauce..."

He swallowed the second half of the sentence, because the visitor was a strange woman, wrapped tightly in a cloak from head to toe, as if the hot weather was just his illusion.Even wearing large sunglasses, she can't hide her fair skin and delicate face shape.

The woman sat down by the window.Lenny hurriedly handed over the menu, trying not to let the uneasy mood show on his face.It's been a long time since there have been tourists in the valley, so it's lucky to see such a beautiful woman, but...

"Please bring me a three-color macaroni." The woman pointed to the first page of the menu.Lenny noticed that her hands were extremely beautiful, and she looked like a pampered gentleman.

"It's so hot, why don't you have a cold drink? The tourists who come here are full of praise for our dark beer."

The woman waved her hand and declined: "Hot? I feel cold."

"...Understood. It will be fine soon."

Lenny walked briskly into the kitchen, tied on his apron, opened the overhead cupboard, took out the bag of tricolor macaroni, turned and pulled out a large bowl.When he looked up, a cloaked woman wearing sunglasses was standing in front of him.

In an instant, the remaining intuition of gangsters told him that he would...

die here.

"Please tell the children that real punishment is what stays in the heart and memory.

Swallowed sin eats away at the soul.

Before long, body and soul will be eaten up.

before that……

Please tell parents..."

Under the gazebo covered with vines, the girl in school uniform rubbed her stomach and looked at the sky to the west.Judging by the height of the sun, it was five o'clock in the afternoon.I could have memorized books for a while, but I was hungry, so I went back first.And it's boring for Dad to look at the store alone.

Standing up and patting the ashes on her buttocks, she carefully put the book back into her bag, picked up the bag and walked back.At the end of the line of sight, there are blue sky and white clouds, green grass, and houses with red tiles and yellow walls scattered along the street.Not far away is a small two-story building with a signboard, which is the restaurant run by her father and her home.

About 200 meters away, the girl heard a dog barking.Really, Pa was always too busy counting his little money to feed poor Puppy.Over the years, he could have found a proprietress, and the business of the restaurant would be better.There are quite a few aunts who have a crush on Dad, but they are all married women.The most important reason is that Dad has always been concerned about her feelings.In fact, she would be happy to have a mother, even a stepmother.

Open the door and walk in, the wind chimes are crisp and sweet.There was no one in the lobby, and no dogs.Dad must be cooking in the kitchen.

"I am back--"

Laura looked around and walked into the inner room.

Puppy was right by the kitchen door, screaming like crazy.There are scattered macaroni everywhere on the ground, red, yellow and green, her favorite spiral, as cute as this small town.The macaroni bag lay open by Papa's hand.Beside him stood a man in a cloak, his back to her.

"Just now he said that he has a daughter who is worried... He also said that if I kill him, it will be different from the person who killed my mother."

The man turned his head and glanced.

Laura had never seen such beautiful black pupils, but it seemed that a chill had penetrated into her bone marrow.

"The difference is that I give you freedom."

The woman puts on her sunglasses and passes her by.

"When you grow up, come to me... You have the right to revenge."