palm blade

Blood dripped from the brow bone into the eye socket.

For a few seconds, Mu Zixing didn't have any consciousness, and the piercing pain in his back overwhelmed him. After a while, he heard clearly what Lei Shao said.

"Who asked you to get this tattoo." Lei Shao walked over, grabbed his hair, and repeated the words, his voice was full of frost, "Have you forgotten who this thing belongs to? Who gave you the courage. "

A fishy sweetness welled up in Mu Zixing's throat.

On weekdays, Lei Shao is not a person with a bad temper. As a superior, when he restrains all his aura, he even looks a little gentle.

But Mu Zixing had seen Lei Shao's anger before, and had personally endured his anger.

He was terrified of Lei Shao at this moment.

"Sir..." Mu Zixing subconsciously wanted to admit his mistake first, but what he heard himself say with blood in his mouth was, "You forgot, it was originally my thing."

At the age of 12, Mu Zixing relied on his own efforts to be admitted to the best private middle school in C City, and became alumni with Lei Shao.

Because of this, he often ran behind each other and learned that Lei Shao, who had already attended high school, was very popular in school, and there were many people chasing him.

Mu Zixing remembered that once, a very bold girl blocked him and Lei Shao in the middle, and insisted on giving Lei Shao a pair of rings, saying that she wanted to wear them with Lei Shao.

Lei Shao rejected her.

At that time, Mu Zixing was a little boy who was full of a hundred thousand reasons and always had a strong curiosity about all new things.

He complained that Lei Shao dismissed the girl without letting him see what the other ring looked like.

Lei Shao was humiliated by him, so he took out his notebook on the steps of the back playground and drew a pair of circles for Mu Zixing to see.

"Wearing this means falling in love?" Mu Zixing asked curiously at the time.

Lei Shao thought for a while and said, "That's right."

Mu Zixing pursed his mouth reluctantly, "Then don't ask for it in the future. The classmates in our class don't have time to study. If you don't even have time to study, then you definitely don't have time to accompany me."

Lei Shao smiled, "You eleven or twelve-year-old elementary school students are still in love?"

"Talk! The teacher said it was puppy love," Mu Zixing raised his head and pointed to Lei Shao to count the young couples in their class, who held hands with whom, and who brought bread to whom. Star shut up.

Maybe it was because of the dusk background that day, when Lei Shao looked down at him when he was a teenager, his eyes were too gentle, or maybe it was because of the topic of love, Mu Zixing paused for a while, and suddenly said, "Brother Lei, let me talk to you. Let's fall in love!"

Lei Shao was a little surprised at first, then stretched out his hand to pinch Mu Zixing's baby-fat face, and asked with a smile, "Do you know what it means to be in love?"

"I know!" Mu Zixing said solemnly, "It means that two people want to be together forever, and I want to be with Brother Lei forever!"

Lei Shao's face was against the light, and Mu Zixing couldn't tell the young man's expression at that time, but after a while, Lei Shao lifted the cap of his pen, carefully sketched the pair of rings on the sticky paper, and added Textured, and then handed him to Mu Zixing.

"When you grow up, if you still want, we will wear it together." Lei Shao said, like a promise.

It's just that this beautiful oath, just like their teenage years, was finally scattered in the wind.

Cruel fate intervened, forcing them to drift away from each other.

When the little boy grew up, he was still willing, but the person who asked him took someone else's hand.

When Yan Yi was dating Lei Shao, Mu Zixing carefully put the drawing of the pair of rings into the book.

It was the only proof that Lei Shao might have had a crush on him.

But for some reason, Yan Yi, who lives in Lei's house, found that book one day, and the flat drawings slipped out of the title page lightly.

With Yan Yi's slender and fair hands, Mu Zixing quickly picked up the piece of paper on the ground.

His beautiful eyes stared at the pattern, and then became delighted.

"Did you draw this?" He asked Mu Zixing excitedly.

Mu Zixing said no.

"Did the pair of rings be made into real objects?" Yan Yi asked again.

Mu Zixing said no, he wanted to get back the blueprint, but Yan Yi didn't return it, but said, "That Zixing, can you give me this drawing or sell it to me? I really like the design of this pair of rings. I want to customize it to wear with Brother Lei."

Mu Zixing raised his eyebrows, Lei Shao was not good at fine arts, the lines and textures he drew were a bit rough, and Yan Yi was already a well-known painter, so this thing probably wouldn't catch his eye, but he said he liked it .

In everyone's impression, Yan Yi is a boy with bright eyes and a very iconic appearance. When he looks at people with eyes full of sincerity and longing, no one will be able to refuse him.

But this does not include Mu Zixing.

Mu Zixing didn't agree, Yan Yi was a little disappointed, clutching the blueprint and reluctant to return it.

This scene was seen by Lei Shao who came to look for him.

At that time, Lei Shao was taken aback when he saw the drawings, and then asked what happened.

Yan Yi explained to him, then emphasized that he really wanted this pair of rings, and asked Lei Shao to intercede with Mu Zixing on his behalf.

Lei Shao has always been obedient to Yan Yi, he looked at Mu Zixing, and said in a calm voice without any ups and downs, "Make a price."

Mu Zixing clenched his hands tightly, not daring to say that I would not sell, he knew in his heart that what Lei Shao wanted, no matter what, the other party would eventually get it.

After a time that seemed as long as a century, Mu Zixing said shyly, "Young Master Yan likes it, so take it."

Maybe when he said this, he couldn't manage his expression well, and he couldn't suppress the reluctance in his voice. He heard Yan Yi whisper to Lei Shao, "Shao, don't force others to make things difficult for you."

He turned to Mu Zixing again, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Zixing, if you don't want it, I won't."

With Lei Shao standing in front of him, how dare Mu Zixing say no.

It was the first time he saw Yan Yi, this seemingly pure lily-like man was very cunning, he wanted to take something from him, but he still asked him to say yes.

On the day Yan Yi forged the ring and put it on his and Lei Shao's hands, Mu Zixing neglected his duties and was hungover in the bar for two days and two nights. After returning, he went to the execution hall to receive his punishment.

The teenager who once said he would wear the ring with him and the ring belonged to someone else in the end.

Today in the hospital, the doctor said that there was a scar on the hipbone that might not be completely removed, and the assistant girl next to him suggested that he get a tattoo.

The little girl introduced him to many tattoo styles, and said that he could think about it for himself, what kind of tattoo he wanted.

Perhaps it has become an obsession in his heart. After listening to her bewitching, the pair of rings first came to Mu Zixing's mind.

He drew them on paper exactly as he remembered them.

The ring occupies a small area and is not enough to completely cover the scar, so the tattoo artist added a pair of wings on both sides.

When Mu Zixing saw it in the mirror, a very shallow smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Secret happiness came from the bottom of my heart.

But he forgot at the time that his body would occasionally be used by Lei Shao to vent his desires, and this tattoo would be seen by the other party.

So the short-term happiness becomes shattered at this time.

Lei Shao didn't speak for a moment, Mu Zixing tried to open his eyes wide, he wanted to see the expression of the person in front of him, did he really only remember that this was Yan Yi's favorite ring, and forgot that this thing was originally his Give it to yourself.

But from his angle, he couldn't see anything except the sharp jaw of the opponent.

But Mu Zixing still got the answer.

After a long time, he heard Lei Shao's voice calmly resounding in the study, "You are wrong, it only belongs to 12-year-old Mu Zixing, and it has nothing to do with you afterward."

Mu Zixing's lips trembled, and there was only desolation in his eyes.

"Go to the hospital now and wash off the tattoo." Lei Shao let go of his hand and stood up.

Mu Zixing touched a shard of glass from the ground, and then slowly got up from the ground while supporting the bookshelf, saying, "No need."

He closed his eyes severely, and then used the shards to scratch the tattoo on his lower abdomen.

The flesh soon became dripping with blood, Mu Zixing lowered his head in the numb pain, and said softly, "Sir, I was wrong."