[Comprehensive British and American] Fu Paradise

The author has something to say: 1. I was a bit busy yesterday and the day before yesterday, so I didn't have time to update it, so I will do a self-reflection first...

2. In view of some children's shoes, the heaven and earth group has a little bit of abuse. For those who celebrate the Chinese New Year, let's put some sweet pets-the vampire group will do their part.

3. This chapter is slightly dirty... this... is not full, please cover your eyes consciously.

4. I wish every little angel who reads this article a happy new year. Everyone has dreams, and dreams can come true!Find your faith in the new year, religious or non-religious.I hope that everyone can continue to believe in the beauty that they want to believe in, and not be infected by any filth.Everyone is unique, and will eventually shine at a certain point in the trajectory of life!Happy New Year Happy New Year~Sprinkle sugar and sprinkle dog food~

5. Oh, by the way, the lyrics quoted here are "December Night" by Huang Xiaoframe.

Detroit.

The daytime is like a weak and lonely boat, once again melting into the mighty night tide.

Adam was kneeling on the carpet, rummaging through his overstuffed record rack.

"Well, where did you go?"

Eve came out of the bathroom and dried the goblet little by little: "What are you looking for?"

""NattyDread"." Adam's chin almost touched the ground, "I remember it was on the lowest level..."

"Let me help you." Eve put down the glass and walked over, "Darling, to be honest, your house really needs to be tidied up."

She knelt down beside him: "Are you sure it's within this range?"

"If I remember correctly." Adam stepped aside for her, sat down sideways, pressed his toes to the soles of her feet, and scratched them playfully twice.

Eve closed her eyes, brushed her fingers over the edge of stacks of record jackets: "Darling, you really have a preference for Post-Rock and Ambient."

Adam pursed his lips and smiled lightly, reaching out to stroke the hair beside her ears, but was suddenly disturbed by the sound of brakes coming from outside the window, the smile froze on his lips, and his brows creased.He got up from the ground, went to the window and lifted the thick curtains.

"Shit!" Adam was quite irritable, clutching the curtain with his fingers, his deep and exquisite eyes spying on the movement downstairs through the slightest imperceptible gap.

In the open space, a group of little "zombies" with fried hair came out of the car and circled downstairs like hunting dogs. They seemed to discuss it together, and then chose a bolder one to go to Ring the doorbell.

"Hurry up...!" he cursed under his breath.

Eve smiled over there: "You don't need to feel uneasy because of them, they will leave in a while. Darling, come here!"

Adam glanced at Eve, heaved a sigh of relief, lowered the curtains, and walked back to her side.

Eve still didn't open her eyes, and her fingers stopped at a record: "1974... I guess this is it! You can see if it is."

Adam pulled out the record and couldn't help smiling: "Bingo."

"You're done." Eve clapped her hands, brushing off the dust from her fingers.

"Thank you honey, you're just amazing." He leaned over and hugged her, licked her ears with his teeth, making her tickle, and hid back with a giggle.

"Hey, go see if those 'zombies' are gone, we have to go out! The night is short." She pushed him gently.

"Okay," he had no choice but to let go of her, "then you have to promise me that you will serve me well before going to bed tomorrow morning." His crystal black pupils shone narrowly, like a sika deer, making people feel affectionate .

"Okay, I promise you."

She pinched his face pamperingly, but she was muttering in her heart: "Will I not serve you well one day until I am exhausted and don't even have the strength to speak?"

Adam opened the refrigerator, took out a jar of fresh negative blood, and put it into a first-aid box together with Eve's freshly washed goblet, and fastened the lock.

Meanwhile, Eve selects a 1968 Florentine cutaway guitar from Adam's collection of vintage instruments.

"Wow, look at it, how exquisite it is!" She couldn't help but exclaimed the moment she lifted the piano cover.

The top, back, and sides of this semi-hollow guitar are all made of maple, especially the back is made of black maple, which has always been admired by guitar lovers from all walks of life.

"I knew that you would like it too." After packing up, Adam walked towards Eve.

Eve raised her face, blinked her eyes, and said in a coquettish tone, "Tonight, you can bring it and sing to me!"

"of course can."

The car was driving on the road, and Eve looked out the window.Under the silver moon, the snow-covered tree shadows on the side of the road quickly passed by, melting into mottled patches of light and dark.

"Darling, what if we can't go back?"

"God knows," he said lazily.

She turned to him.

He held the steering wheel with his slender and clean hands, and turned it gently from time to time. His exquisite eyes were dyed in the darkness of night, as deep and mysterious as obsidian.

She stretched the corners of her mouth and smiled, and pressed the switch of the car stereo.The smooth music of the electric guitar fills the entire space in the car.

Dark atmosphere, many of the music he created can be classified into this type, dark, indulging, lonely, obviously with a gesture of renunciation with this boring world, but he is desperately suppressing it, like a person who is about to commit suicide by sinking into a lake Instinctive struggle before suffocation.

"Uh... I was in a bad mood for a while." He hurriedly explained why he composed the music, hoping to get her forgiveness.

She nodded: "I know. In fact, up to now, you are still world-weary. The reason why you have been tired of the world for a long time is only because of me."

No matter how secretively he hid his thoughts, he still couldn't hide them from her.

He looked at her, stretched out his right hand, and pressed the switch button: "Change to that "Natty Dread", I just found it for you, you are a big fan of reggae."

"Yeah, the love of my heart." She leaned back on the chair, found a comfortable posture, and hummed softly.

The car drove into a jungle and stopped on the vast and boundless snow.

"Wow, it's so beautiful!" Eve got out of the car and stood in the soft and crisp snow.Under the white background, there is a blue gleam under the night, and the sky and the earth are connected as a whole at this moment, just like the vastness of the universe before God created the world.

Adam walked around to the back of the car and opened the trunk, took out a small square first aid kit, and put it on the ground, the red cross on the box flashed in the moonlight.

Eve bent over to scoop up a handful of snow, and smiled faintly, with a touch of regret hidden in that smile.The fine snow was like sand, weightless, she held it silently for a while, and watched for a while, the snow didn't melt at all.

And her hands didn't feel cold at all.

With a low sigh, a smile flashed on the corner of her mouth—she is optimistic by nature, and her sadness will never last long. Life is so long, and she can always find something that makes her happy to resolve those unchangeable regrets.

She quietly looked at him beside the car, and a round snow ball had quickly accumulated in her hand.

"Adam?" she called him.

Then he was hit on the forehead the moment he raised his head to look at her.

"Oh!" He rubbed his forehead angrily, quickly scooped up a snow dumpling, and threw it in her direction.

She hurriedly hid behind the front of the car, but found that the snow dumpling in his hand was still there, and he didn't throw it out at all.

He tilted his head and smiled at her, and made a move unexpectedly.

She screamed and hurried back to the car, the snow dumpling hit a place not far from her and shattered.

"It's very clever," he praised.

"Of course!" She poked her head out quietly, and jumped out when she saw that his hands were empty.

"Then, next... I'll cook," Eve said.Things like going to the kitchen should still be left to the woman, and he only needs to fiddle with the strings gently and send a few charming eyes from time to time, and she will be satisfied.

She took out a thick can of fresh blood plasma and poured it into a goblet, and the feeling of guilt in her heart was fleeting.

Not bloodthirsty, helpless in order to survive.

"May I?" She put her gloved hand in front of his eyes.

He smiled and took it off for her, and put it in his heart pocket.

"Cheers."

Under the moonlight, the liquid in the cup became thicker and redder, as beautiful as a budding red rose.His eyes met hers, his shoulder-length black hair was lifted by the thin night wind, and under the moonlight, his lips were engraved and exquisite.

After dinner, she carefully picked up the guitar from the back seat of the car and handed it over to him. He opened the door and sat on the back seat with one foot on the edge of the car bottom, supporting the body of the guitar with his knee, and the other leg It extends to the ground outside the car.

She leaned lightly on the roof of the car beside him, and looked down at him carefully tuning the strings.

After a while, he raised his head and stared at her fixedly: "Darling, actually, I wrote a song especially for you."

She smiled, leaned down and gave him a kiss: "All ears."

He bowed his head and twiddled the strings, and the clean sound of the piano floated into the wind and evaporated in the empty world, repeating chapters and sighs three times.

"This is a love song for you and me,

on this cold cold winter night,

wish you are with me,

so I prayed and prayed

that you will be mine,

and I will be yours for along long time..."

After he finished singing, she turned around to look at him. He put the piano aside, stretched out his hand to lift her chin, and stared deeply.

"Eve, I love you somuch. Please always remember."

She closed her eyes and accepted: "I will. And I love you, too, unless we' redied. So you don't need topray."

Under the starry sky, his eyes were shining brightly.He nodded, and brought her chin closer to him with his fingers, and finally his lips were firmly connected to hers.

His slender fingers slowly caressed her back and waist. The familiar and flexible curves made his heart tremble, and a longing suddenly surged in his heart, as if he couldn't wait for another minute.

He got out of the car, hugged her tightly, and led her all the way to the front of the car. She faintly felt that something was wrong, and hurriedly broke away from his ecstasy sucking, and asked with eyes full of questions: "Darling...?"

He smiled a little bit badly, but he was so obedient, as if he wasn't aggressive at all, but his reckless and indisputable actions fully exposed his eagerness——

He lifted her legs and placed her on the front of the car, his restless fingers had already reached her vitals with ease.

She trembled all over, and couldn't help pinching the cloth on his back: "No...not now..."

"But I can't wait any longer, my beloved wife..."

He swallowed her next words with a predatory kiss, his body pressed down on her, his arms stretched out for support, touching the wipers from time to time in confusion.

Due to his strong oppression, she couldn't maintain her balance at all, and the only way was to hug him tightly, and it was her unintentional weakness that aroused his instinct to conquer.He clung to her ear, calling her name in a low and gentle voice, one after another, when he didn't know how many times he called her, he suddenly supported her back, and at the same time stood up, capturing her completely .

His request was like a gale and rain, but she was like a crumbling dewdrop on the tip of a leaf, as if it would fall to pieces at any moment.Although there was no one else around, she still felt ashamed, so she bit her lip and tried her best to restrain herself from making any sound.

But he was very dissatisfied with this, and urged the temptation in her ear: "Don't restrain yourself, I like to hear it."

He suddenly increased his strength, hitting her vitals, she couldn't help his repeated tossing, his nails scratched the smooth and soft skin on his back, but he didn't feel any pain at all, and she didn't notice either, at this moment her brain was congested , began to feel a little drowsy, so he screamed unconsciously.

He looked down at her greedily and obsessively, unable to take his eyes off for a moment.The clear moonlight reflected her flower-like charm and beauty, and her flawless skin was translucent, like a jade carved in powder.She is the masterpiece of the hand of God, the part closest to his heart, and the darling of his heart. From the day she was born, she was destined to love deeply.No one and nothing can separate their hearts, except death.

After an unknown amount of time, she suddenly bit his shoulder fiercely, her body arched like a kitten, trembling slightly in his arms, like a gardenia in the dew in the wind and night.

……

"Is it cold, honey?" He gently stroked her hair, like stroking his cute little pet.

"No." She answered him with her eyes closed, naturally knowing that he was joking - just like there are no tears when crying, they also have zero feeling of coldness, although they still have a little vague memory of this feeling.

"Well, okay, let's hug for a while." He murmured lazily.

After a while of silence, she said, "I can't believe that I would...do such a shameful thing outdoors. You led me to ruin it."

"But you like it, I can feel it." He pursed his lips, smiling extremely beautifully.

The moon gradually moved to the west, and the moonlight reflected the overlapping figures of the two of them in the snow, hazy like an oil painting.

"...get me my clothes. And the gloves."

"Oh... I seem to be hungry again."