Time travel without cheats

The sound of the bell pierced through the hard and thick iron sheet, Ran Xiaoan opened his eyes, stared at the dim candlelight in front of him, and showed an indifferent smile.

Ran Xiaole put down the bell, "Master, are you satisfied?"

The old monk was deaf and dumb, but he understood what Ran Xiaole meant, and smiled at him warmly. He arched his left hand and pulled his right hand twice. Ran Xiaole knew that he was asking him to eat, so he saluted him, "Thank you very much." Master."

There were only some porridge and side dishes, Ran Xiaole didn't have much appetite, he was already out of shape, the old monk dipped his chopsticks in some water, and wrote on the wooden table: "I have wronged the benefactor."

Ran Xiaole quickly put down the bowl and waved his hands, "Master, I'm already content with enough food, I'm just worried about my brother..."

The old monk smiled and wrote on the table: "Relax."

"Relax..." Ran Xiaole shook his head mockingly, "Master, it's impossible, I regret it now, if I don't let him come, he won't have to suffer this crime."

The old monk clasped his hands together and got up to help him. Ran Xiaole was puzzled, "Master?"

The old monk moved his lips. It was an extremely pious word: Buddha.

"Where is the Buddha?"

The old monk covered his chest and smiled kindly.

"It's useless." Ran Xiaole sighed, "I have sinned deeply, the Buddha will not forgive me."

The old monk nodded, returned to the wooden table, ate up the food, cleaned up the dishes, and knocked on the wooden fish with peace of mind.

The sun shines into the empty bell tower, and Ran Xiaole leans against the pillar, listening quietly to the sound of the wooden fish thumping.Half of his burnt face was bathed in a vast expanse of gold and green, but the dark delusions in his heart grew in the opposite direction, rotted through his heart, and completely grew into a barb rooted in his blood.

Forever, no light.

"Master, I have a secret."

After a while, Ran Xiaole said in a low voice.

The old monk closed his eyes and listened, and did not move at all, except for the mallet in his hand, which was smooth, powerful, and calm.

"I love him."

Looking at the back of the old monk, I don't know if he knows that he is talking to him, Ran Xiaole is alone, like a dream.

"Since when did it start? To my younger brother, I have been thinking what I shouldn't have, no matter what it is, I... can't be fooled..." Ran Xiaole turned his head, looking at the blazing sun in the sky, "I never I thought, one day, I will meet a man... He is still my brother, a brother ten years younger than me... I promised my grandfather, I promised Miss Ye, I promised myself...I can't...I can't...It's too Ridiculous...too..."

Ran Xiaole covered his face and trembled, but couldn't stop talking, since he summoned up the courage to face up to his perverse darkness, he was destined to be overwhelmed.

"But I can't control it... When he is by my side, I feel happy, as if the whole world belongs to me... Once he leaves, I feel empty, as if a piece of my heart has been ripped off, and it hurts..."

"Why can't I be happy? Why... I originally thought that as long as I could be with him, be his brother for the rest of my life, and take care of him for the rest of my life, that would be enough... But I... But I... I'm really, too greedy ..."

"I will die badly."

After Ran Xiaole said these five words, he collapsed on the ground. This was his verdict on himself. After tossing and struggling, trying to escape, trying to persuade, tried to comfort, tried to quibble, but the shackles on the conscience , but it became tighter and tighter, making him on the verge of collapse, like a fish stranded on the beach, unable to breathe.

The sound of the wooden fish stopped, the old monk stood up slowly, and stretched out his hand to Ran Xiaole.

Ran Xiaole remained motionless, staring at the top of the tower with slack eyes, and murmured: "Master, did the Buddha hear that?"

The old monk still stretched out his arms and smiled faintly at him.

"How did he say?"

The old monk squatted down, held Ran Xiaole's hand, and placed it on his chest. Ran Xiaole felt a heart full of vitality and longing, which was his own heart.

Ran Xiaole closed her eyes, her cheeks were moist, it was so tired, but it still wanted to beat stubbornly?

The old monk found a quilt and gently covered him, closed the gate of the bell tower, and left.

Ran Xiaole had a dream. In the dream, the young man was as beautiful as a crown jade, holding his hand and standing under the peach blossom tree.He twirled the petals floating in his hair for his younger brother, Xiao An wrapped his arms around his waist, smiled softly, and leaned over to kiss his lips.

And he accepted the kiss willingly.

No one hindered it, let alone stood up and said it was wrong.

But Ran Xiaole was still startled awake.

A shameful change had taken place in his body.

Uneasy unbuttoning his obscene pants, Ran Xiaole has lived for 26 years, and the place is as clean as a virgin land that no one cares about. He seldom solves any needs for himself, because there will be no surprises in his life, no surprises. There will be occasional encounters, no romance, and no lover.

Yes, just endless exhaustion.

He bit his lip, the sweat on his forehead ran down his cheeks, across his Adam's apple, and finally flowed into Xiaoan's favorite chest. His mind was full of shadows like a young exile who acted like a baby to him, made trouble with him unreasonably, and greeted him with care. , Say that sentence to him, brother, I like you.

Ran Xiaole's whole body was hot, jerky and difficult, he couldn't restrain his desire, just like he couldn't restrain the tide, the raging longing.

In the dark room on the top of the tower, Ran Xiaoan stared blankly at the puddle in his hand against the candlelight, he smiled and cried again.

"elder brother…"

The moonlight is not stingy, she shares herself with everyone, and it is no wonder that the fifteenth moon has always been so perfect that it is superfluous.

Two years later.

Ran Xiaoan slowly opened his eyes. He was claustrophobic in the dark room for too long, and he was a little dizzy for a while, but he still caught the longing figure in front of him at a glance.

"elder brother…"

Ran Xiaole's heart was no longer on him, but his feet seemed to be frozen. Looking at his brother's haggard sunken cheek, his legs softened, and he knelt down straight.

"Xiao An..."

"Brother!" Ran Xiaoan flew over and pulled him up, and hugged him with all his strength, it was no longer a phantom every night, this was him, the real him.

"We go home?"

Ran Xiaole nodded vigorously and hugged him back tightly.

The old monk watched everything with a smile. He moved the beads in his hand, turned around quietly, and entered the bell tower silently.

The chaifang was still the same, Ran Xiaole carefully shaved his younger brother's beard, Xiao An stared at him intently, "Brother, wash it for me."

"Ah."

Ran Xiaole boiled a large bucket of water, tested the water temperature, "Xiao An, come here."

Xiao An walked over and raised his arms, and his brother took off his clothes seriously, so meek that he didn't say a word.

"elder brother."

"Ok?"

"You have something on your mind."

Ran Xiaole coiled up her younger brother's black long hair, and gently pressed his shoulders for him, "Xiao An, do you blame brother?"

Xiao An grabbed his hand and kissed his palm, "Even if my brother wants me to die, I won't hesitate."

"Why would I let you die..." Ran Xiaole put his arms around his younger brother's neck, "Brother is wrong, I made you suffer so much..."

"Brother, don't take it to heart. Although it's a bit sad, but my heart is clear and empty, and my skill has improved a lot. It's a blessing in disguise." Ran Xiaoan leaned on his brother's arm, "What's more, in the past two years, every day I heard my brother The ringing of the bell is not too painful."

Ran Xiaole froze for a moment, looked at her younger brother with tears in her eyes, "You know?"

"Suddenly one day, the bell sounds different from before." Xiao An smiled, "I know, it's my brother who came to accompany me."

The young man's lips soaked in mist were so delicate and charming that they were only a short distance away, and even his breathing was ambiguously intertwined.Ran Xiaole turned her head in panic, "The water is cold, I'll boil it for you again...to boil some hot water."

"elder brother!"

Xiao An stood up from the water and stopped the person who wanted to run away, "The water is not cold."

"Then I'll go... cook some food for you."

"I'm not hungry."

"Your clothes are too dirty, I'll wash them for you..."

"Turn back. Look at me."

Ran Xiaole froze there, Xiao An stepped out naked from the tub, "Why don't you dare look at me?"

"I do not have."

"Then you turn around."

Ran Xiaole took a deep breath and turned around bit by bit. Ran Xiaoan was standing in front of him, taller and stronger. His flawless body was like gelatin that could be broken by bullets. Ran Xiaole accidentally touched him. After a while, he shrank back in horror, and lowered his head in frustration, but his eyes were on the little An who was buried in the jungle.

he is.

He has grown up.

So he raised his head again in horror, and once again, met Xiao An's beautiful smiling eyes.

At that very moment, it was as if he had been overwhelmed and couldn't remember anything.

"Xiao Le."

Ran Xiaoan wrapped his arms around his neck, it was like a dream, but it was absolutely real.

He kissed him.

Without a taste, he easily opened his teeth and explored his little tongue, which he didn't know how to dodge, like tasting a sweet fruit, not letting go of every inch of it.

It wasn't until she was scalded by her younger brother's fiery palm that Ran Xiaole suddenly woke up.

"Ran Xiaoan!"

Ran Xiaole pushed him away forcefully, backed away blankly and helplessly, "Do you know what you're doing?"

"I've always known it, I've known it since I was 14."

He approached him step by step, with unprecedented depth and conviction in his eyes.

"In the past two years, day and night, Xiao An has never missed a moment of his brother, and there has never been a moment..." He blocked him in a corner, covering him with his whole body, "Xiao Le, I love you."

"Xiao An..."

Ran Xiaole hid in the shadow of his younger brother's organization, he retreated steadily and had no chance of winning.

Xiao An squeezed his chin and forced him to face himself, "I said, I love you, Ran Xiaole, I love you."

No one ever said they loved him.

No one he loves has ever said that he loves him.

Ran Xiaole lost completely and lost everything.

He couldn't refuse him, he couldn't bear it, and he didn't want to.

"Xiao'an." Ran Xiaole put his arms around his younger brother's neck, and smiled desperately, "What can I do..."

"I can't help it." Ran Xiaoan lowered her head and kissed him on the lips, suddenly picked him up by the waist, and walked to the bed in three steps at a time, "Xiao Le."

"what?"

Ran Xiaoan pressed him down and kissed the tip of his nose lightly, "Brother, there is one thing that I have been thinking about for four years."

"Thinking about what?"

By the time Ran Xiaole realized what his brother meant, it was already too late.

"Ran Xiao'an! You..."

Xiao An smiled slyly, "Brother, do you still remember what you said when you named me?

"Say... what did you say?"

"You said... just let me take advantage of you, on top of you." Xiao An's hand wandered back and forth between his hair, and the ghostly voice made his whole body numb, and he couldn't hold back his rapid breathing, "I'm not this means…"

"Brother don't want to?"

"Well…"

Ran Xiaole swallowed nervously, "I...I don't..."

Xiao An bit his earlobe, "Don't reject me...Xiao Le..."

Ran Xiaole closed her eyes, and finally acquiesced to his plea.

The simplicity and roughness of that long night almost tortured Ran Xiaole unspeakably, but it also allowed him to capture a trace of extreme pleasure in this extreme trance.And in such a taboo harmony, Ran Xiaole seems to have finally realized what happiness is, that kind of sincere, intuitive, and expressive wish, that kind of pursuit that wants to resist but can't help it, that kind of desire that he knows he can't do it. burn one's boats.

It was the beautiful disaster that Ran Xiaoan inflicted on him.

Ran Xiaoan is a monkey who jumped out of a crack in the rock. He doesn't understand and doesn't want to care about benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and trust. He doesn't have so many unnecessary worries. He only knows what happiness is. Being with his brother makes him happy, leaving him alone It makes him sad, he was educated too late, and the feeling of being late has already been overwhelmed.

It was also on that night that Ran Xiaole thought about a few questions for the first time in the aftertaste of passion.

Who in the end stipulated the so-called morality?

Is it really wrong?

Can't you really love a man?

Can't you really love your younger brother?

Really, can't it?

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Delete, delete, delete to Grandma Bridge. . .

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