Little bastards and little beauties

Sure enough, the king of Dong'an did not come the next day, the servants in the yard were all asleep, and the little beauty was waiting for the gangster in the house.

He had never waited for a person like this before, with sweetness and a little bit of bitterness, looking forward to that person's coming, and complaining why he couldn't come sooner.

He looked out of the courtyard, the high wall blocked him from the outside world, since he lived in this courtyard, he has never been able to see the scenery outside the courtyard, he does not know how the flowers outside the city are blooming , Do people go to release paper kites in spring, and do beautiful girls and beloved young men secretly have a tryst when they meet to offer incense?

He became a complete prisoner, imprisoned in purgatory by someone who didn't love him, enduring the burning fire and the pain riddled with wounds.Every day, every day, he resented himself for not dying.

Died in the season of cherry blossoms in full bloom, the spring breeze was gentle and intoxicating, but he rotted into a bone and melted into the dark soil, regardless of the vastness of the world.

He never told the little bastard, but on the day he fell into his own yard, he managed to steal a little piece of porcelain, pressed it on his bruised wrist, and wanted to cut it off, so as to end the world.

But on that day, a panicked but beautiful young man came to his yard, stared at him blankly, and even forgot to run away.He pointed the way to the downcast young man, and the young man turned his head to look at him, his eyes skipping over his legs, mixed with shock and heartache.

The broken piece of porcelain from the little beauty was not cut off in the end.He wanted to wait a little longer, he wanted to take another look at this down-and-out young man, enough of it, it's not too late for him to stop.

But now, he doesn't want to die.

He leaned on the window, and through the wooden lattice, he saw the little gangster walking quietly in the dark.The little gangster has a small bag in his hand, which contains many kinds of flowers, all of which are wild flowers that bloom outside the city.He said that he had never seen the spring scenery outside the city, and the little gangster brought it to him.

His thin white hands tightly gripped the wooden window, until his fingertips turned white.He greedily looked at the little gangster, and heard his heart beating like a drum beating.

He didn't want to die, even if he was suffering, even if he was tortured, he still wanted to live humblely.Give him a little more time, he hasn't seen enough of this down-and-out young man.This young man is a nameless gangster, born in the world like a mustard.

But this little bastard is his sweetheart.

The little gangster sneaked into his house, the wooden window had been loosened by them, the little gangster got in through the window, and scattered countless flower petals all over the little beauty, like a spring flower rain.

And in this rain of flowers, the little beauty saw that the little gangster's eyes were brighter than the stars in the sky.

He leaned over gently and kissed the little bastard.

The kiss was clumsy, cautious, and a bit of humble flattery.He knew how dare a bird in a cage like him dare to extravagantly ask for love.

Fortunately, the little bastard hugged him and carried him from the wheelchair to the bed. The petals fell on the two of them and then rolled to the ground. There was no light in the room, only the faint moonlight shining on the two red-eyed young people.

"I'll pick you up in five days," the little gangster said while kissing him, his arms were around the waist of the little beauty, so thin, as thin as a bamboo, "I, I bought a piece of land, and I will be a coolie It’s okay, it’s okay to sell goods, I will work hard and live with you.”

He has no culture, can't say any beautiful words, he just looks at the little beauty innocently and sincerely, which makes the little beauty's heart burn.

The little beauty tremblingly unbuttoned her clothes, her face was blushing, she wanted the little bastard to hug him.This body is riddled with holes, without a single piece of intact skin, but he still wants his loved one to hug him.

He knew that the little bastard would not dislike him, so he kissed the little bastard fawningly with red lips, exposing his thin white neck to the little bastard's eyes, which was a submissive and obedient gesture.

On the two breasts of his chest, two dangling red gemstones were pierced by silver needles, which had a kind of mournful beauty.

The little gangster looked at him with red eyes.

Under the moonlight, the softest and most precious silk clothes and the whitened plain cloth clothes were scattered on the ground messily.

The little beauty bit her lip, the corners of her forehead were covered with fine sweat, she could only hum softly and impatiently, humming in the little gangster's ear.He didn't dare to make a sound, so he could only hug the little gangster's neck tightly.He couldn't move his legs, but he was hugged by the gangster, and his legs were wrapped around the gangster's waist.

They kissed together again, lingering like a trapped beast.The little beauty finally cried out, and the tears were bitter, dripping on the lips of the two, and the kiss became bitter.

The room slowly quieted down, the little beauty and the little bastard hugged each other, both of them were naked, their fair and beautiful faces were entwined like twin flowers.

The little beauty was lying on the little gangster's shoulders, her face was still flushed, and she read poems to him softly.

"Ye Lai You Meng suddenly returned home, Xiao Xuan Chuang, dressing up."

The little bastard sounded familiar. He also studied in the years when he was the Son of God.But he couldn't remember it for a while, and asked the little beauty what the poem meant, the little beauty didn't answer, just smiled.

The sky has turned a little pale, and it's time for the little bastard to go.The little beauty sat on the bed and helped the little bastard get dressed.The little gangster wanted to come by himself, but the little beauty refused.In his life, although he was a lowly person who was allowed to be molested by others, when he dressed the punks, he felt a kind of happiness like a secular husband and wife.

The ordinary life promised to him by the little bastard seemed to be right in front of his eyes.During the day, when the gangster went to work, he would dress the gangster and gossip while dressing, waiting for him to return safely.

"Do you really like me?" The little beauty raised her head and kissed the little gangster, a little naive, but also a little charming.

"I like it, I like it very much." The little gangster replied.

The little beauty laughed happily.When the little gangster was carrying away, he handed the little gangster a package.

"I made the clothes myself. It's warm in spring, so I need to change them into something thinner." The little beauty said in a soft voice, not allowing the punks to take it away, "My name is embroidered on it, you have to remember who made it for you. "

The little beauty's name is Ye Chubai.

The little gangster walked out holding the clothes given by the little beauty. The sky was misty and lit up, and it was still a bit cold in early spring.He thought of the little beauty, of the tear-wet eyes and soft lips of the little beauty.

He wanted to take the little beauty far away, and live the life of the idle cranes that the little beauty said.