late stage therapy

Running round and round through the woods, Key and Bud were running ahead of me.

After exercising my muscles and bones, I stretched out directly on the small pier to watch the sky, and my heart felt a little more comfortable.

He began to smile like a psychopath again.

I have returned to the isolated paradise behind the sanatorium with him for two lifetimes, and the pattern here seems to be similar to that.

We've made love countless times lying on this little pier under the stars.The sound of gurgling water is very reassuring.

Ralph, is that you?

You realized the essence of these two movies, could I have entered your dream?

This is not ridiculous at all. Since three days and ten years have already happened, why can't it be him?

The smiling muscles on the side of the face slowly pulled the corners of the mouth.

Entrepreneurs will always require curiosity, imagination, risk-taking and pragmatism.

Curiosity and imagination run wild in my left and right brain.

Ralph, is that you?

Must be.

I bet on Key and Bud's heads.

Try to suppress the uncertainty in your heart.

But this feeling is too much, slowly swallowing those self-deceptions bit by bit...

If it is true... what should he do if he forgets me again?

It's been done twice already, so is there any reason why it shouldn't happen a third time?

Will he have the same ring on his finger as mine?

Looking at the clouds floating in the sky, all the struggles are gone with the wind, disappearing into the pure sky behind the clouds...

No, I have to go find him.

In any case, you can't just give up if you're not sure, can you?

If it's not him, just leave.

It's him, but forget me, let him remember!

If he remembers...

If he remembers, this is the best result...

The sound of horseshoes sounded, from far to near.

I turned my head, and on the path in the woods, someone was galloping towards me on a horse.

The heart beats faster and faster, and the breath can't even keep up with the speed it consumes oxygen...

The distance is getting closer and closer, and the outline is gradually becoming clearer...

With low eyebrows and deep eyes, a straight nose, and pursed lips, the whole person is wrapped in a black windbreaker.

and many more……

Isn't that my horse?

Doggy guy!

How much time did he spend with her without letting me ride?

It was bought just like that! ?

With the horse's hooves raised high, he turned over and got off the horse neatly, and walked quickly towards the small pier. As the distance got closer, his pace began to slow down...

I propped my upper body on my elbows and turned to look at him, the corners of my mouth raised up uncontrollably, and I was still complaining messily that Key and Bud went chasing squirrels in the woods again, otherwise I should take this opportunity to test their loyalty , clear the portal...

What to do, my crazy mind was thinking about all the things I knew, like smoking three packs of cigarettes and drinking two pots of coffee, I was so excited that I couldn't sleep all night...

Finally all these excessive attentions are focused on one point -----------------------

The hooligan who I've been thinking about day and night, and who has been bad to the bone for three lifetimes, is delivered to my door!

He squatted down on one knee beside me, his palms were slowly scrubbing against my face, and his eyes moved up and down to check my face as if uncertain.

I turned my face and rubbed his palm, and looked at him for a while.

Looking at that look, he obviously knew me.

He's making sure I'm that Gina.

The corner of the mouth slowly pulled into a smile, stretched out his hand to press his neck down to me, and sucked his lips hard.

He also held my face in his hands and responded frantically.

The tip of our tongue is numb from chewing and biting, but we never tire of wanting to eat each other and be eaten by each other.

"Is that you, Gina, is that you?" He pressed against my lips, not wanting to waste time talking, but also wanted to confirm, the tip of his tongue eagerly licked my teeth, "Is that you?"

I took this opportunity to push him back under my body, grasping his left hand with the ring-wrapped left hand, and gently kissing the little thing with soft light on his ring finger.

"Umm..." He squinted his eyes and raised his head slightly, looking at his gracefully curved neck, I took advantage of the opportunity to kiss his Adam's apple lightly, and then lay directly on top of him, pressing him tightly.

It's good that he remembers me.

He remembers his promise.

With a "click", he eagerly unbuttoned the belt buckle, and half-teared off my pants anxiously...

The joy greatly outweighed the pain of being stretched apart. I pressed my hands on his chest, supported and adjusted, and swallowed slowly.

He wanted to grab my leg hard, but he was afraid of scratching me and resisted it. After waiting quietly for a while, he began to slowly move upwards in a small range, and the fine friction made people feel the greatest pleasure without being sad.

The upper body was slowly pulled down by him, and the mouth with a faint cigar taste contained the tip of my tongue, giving me deep kisses one after another lingeringly.

On the deep and vast ocean, the only small boat is slowly rising and falling with the big and low waves.

Swaying, rippling, endlessly comfortable...

Lying sideways on the bed, I looked at him standing in the outer hall opposite, staring straight at me while drinking water, turned around and covered his head under the quilt.

The pants must be dirty...

It's a matter of posture, and I can't control it from letting it flow...

Besides, he measured too much...

Ok……

each other...

Putting on his pajamas, he went to the closet to get a new bath towel, unfolded it towards his lower body, turned his face sideways and tried not to let his eyes look at his excited lower body, and slowly approached until it touched the warm skin of his waist, Wrap around and pull in the edges.

Dirty pants is no reason to be naked...

I lowered my head slightly with an admiring mentality, but I was pushed high in front of me. My face suddenly burned and I turned around to leave, but my arm was grabbed.

The warm palm slowly rubbed against my skin, the other hand gently hooked my chin, lowered my head slightly, and pressed a kiss on my lips, then wrapped my arms around him in front of him, pressing my forehead deeply stare at me.

"did you miss me?"

Reaching out to caress his cheek, looking at the face that didn't have a gloomy expression for the first time, the stubble that grew up soon felt a little itchy on the palm of his hand.

He turned his head and gently rubbed against my palm, grabbing my hand and hugging me tightly into his arms.

The scorching breath came to his ears, and his arms became tighter and tighter...

"I LOVE YOU."

My heart sank violently, and then floated up again.

It's good to see you again.

It's good to remember me.

We won't die this time...

We will stay together for life and grow old together.

Ralph article

My whole body was so heavy, I turned my head to look at the window that was sealed tightly by the curtains, and then turned around again, and fixed my eyes on the empty medicine bottle that was upside down on the bedside table.

Sleeping pills?

He reached out and took it, carefully and slowly, looking at the medicine bottle, not even letting go of every detail.

How much did I eat?

Rubbing the center of her brows hard, her brain was swollen and painful, the sequelae of too much sleep.

After a while, it gradually slowed down.

It seems to have had a particularly long dream, and the first two are the movies I picked up.

They are also the two most impressive.

Compared with the movie, this time it's not just a two-hour scene.

I'm done with their lives.

The moment of grief and grief is gloomy and wants to destroy everything, but also unwilling.

Why is it so unfair to me?

I love acting.

Carefully ponder every line, and when speaking, according to every expression, every movement, every emotional state and psychological activity that the character should have, strive to go deep into the bones, portray the whole character, and show it to the audience.

Winning awards doesn't matter anymore.

I just want to express the essence of each character.

There is a relatively empty small villa in the suburbs. Every time I take on a challenging scene, I always bring the script and enough food for a week to stay there in isolation.

A week later, it might not be me who came out of that room, but it was me.

Taking on roles day and night, I have become one with them.

I am them and they are me...

The same life repeated itself in the dream, from the Nazi, to the Hungarian count, and then to the Nazi.

At the end of every story, I always know that I don't belong here, I'm just a marionette with a soul, stiff body, going forward according to the script.

But every time the truth is known, it means that the time of death is not far away.

We all hate the rule that we can meet each other life after life, but we can't abide by it all our lives.

Now I wish I could go back to that dream.

Whether it's a cycle or not, as long as there is her, it doesn't matter anything.

My chest still hurts from the painstaking and forced departure.

Gina...

I still have your taste in my mouth.

God, give me a hint, please, tell me she's more than just in my dreams, right?

Standing up, I wanted to bury my face in the palm of my hand, but I caught a glimpse of the dark golden color on the ring finger...

With endless expectations in my heart, I took it off and looked at it repeatedly as if I was not sure. The tiny Tuseiil Mio was clearly engraved on the inside.

It even followed!

Is Gina coming too?

In the same world as me?

Wait...is it still looping?

I searched through the box to find a blade, and gently scratched it on my index finger, itching sharply, and a gash appeared on the fingertip, gradually oozing blood...

Stare at that place for a while, just let it flow, feel the truth...

Opening the curtains, squinting, looking at the woods outside the window, it seems like a lifetime away.

Twist the tip of your thumb lightly against the inner ring of your ring finger.

As if I had been awakened, I paced left and right, picked up the car keys on the cabinet, turned and left.

The names of the three worlds are all Gina·Jonas.

Is it a coincidence?

Back home, deserted and lonely.

Through the light of dusk, the dust floating in the air can be vaguely seen.

Huge loneliness came from all directions, I stood still, took out the cigar in the drawer and lit it.

No time for the answering machine.Sitting in front of the computer, the emails flooded in, causing headaches, and he replied hastily to explain the reason for not going to the set, and took a short vacation by the way.

Open the Internet, enter her name letter by letter in the search box, trembling hands, hesitating how to face the search results.

What if I can't find it?

Immediately emptied everything in my mind and clicked search.

The first entry on Google, accompanied by a picture.

Thick eyebrows and thin eyes, full lips, long black hair pulled up, smiling for the camera.

I subconsciously stretched out my fingers to touch her face on the screen, and all the happy emotions rushed into my chest, making my whole heart tremble...

"Gina Jonas, one of the founders of KOLO.corp."

Fingers gently turning the ring on the ring finger of the other hand, slowly smiling...

Tuseiil Mio...

When I came to the registration address I found, it was a forest far away from the hustle and bustle, and there was only one path that one person could pass.

Parked on the grass beside the road and walked slowly in.

There is a little morning light in the dense forest, mottled.Less than 400 yards away, a horse grazing quietly appeared in sight, as if disturbed by me, it raised its head and stood quietly.

I approached slowly, and when I put my palm on her head, she only turned her head slightly, looking at me with those beautiful eyes like convex mirrors.

There was no saddle, so I had no choice but to grab the horse's mane and climb on, lightly pinched her abdomen, and ran slowly.

The house hidden in the woods slowly appeared, and there was a small river on the right, and a figure was lying on the small pier above it.

Umm... so happy when I'm not around?

Better be thinking of me.

One of the downsides of going back to the real world is that --- the healing ability gets worse.

She was still in such a hurry that she seemed to have broken it again, although I wasn't the culprit.

Just being the default will make me more satisfied next time.

Thank goodness there were no condoms, otherwise there would be no chance of keeping my kids.

I kissed the place where she put the ring on, sucked hard, and even imprinted a pink hickey on that piece of skin.

Tuseiil Mio.

I know she likes to look at me.

So I deliberately pulled the towel she wrapped around me, and walked around the room.

Slowly throwing the pants into the washing machine, she smiled slightly when she heard the sound of her dropping a glass behind her.

He turned around and looked at her frankly, with a look of "what's wrong with you".

Be good baby, come here quickly.

Come to me, what are you afraid of?

She raised her head slightly, trying to fix her gaze on my face.

Those eyes that seemed to be overflowing with water made my heart flutter.

She and I went to her secret room.

Open the door, all kinds of men's clothing, even accessories are available, the labels have not been removed.

"Buy what you like when you see it, and prepare it for the future 'him'."

This explained Wei Wei and made me feel better.

Of course, just feel better.

I turned to look at her, waiting for the next sentence.

She accidentally fixed her eyes on my active little brother for a while, then hurriedly raised her head to look at me, her cheeks flushed.

"Hugo Boss, you like it."

It's half better now.

Randomly dragging a piece, the fabric feels like a military uniform.

Thinking of the first time she dressed me neatly and tied a belt, I felt hot.

History repeats itself, the difference is that this time, instead of military uniforms, pants and shirts are worn.

In order not to embarrass her too much, only the procedures of zipper and belt buckle are left on the trousers.

I wanted to tease her, so I saved the underpants.

Seeing her helplessly wanting to tuck me into my pants to avoid being hurt by the zipper, and having to touch it, I tried to take a deep breath, enjoying the pleasure of being barely touched.

Umm... MyLove, hurry up...

It was driving me crazy!

He directly blocked her action of buckling the belt, and slowly pulled Zipper away again...

My happy valley...we meet again...

did you miss me?

"When will we get married?"

Lying on the sofa, one hand slowly ran down her hair lying in my arms.

Two dogs were barking outside the door, and when they saw me, they bared their teeth fiercely.

It's really good, it looks good and it works!

It's just that I should let you know who can bite and who can't.

"Aren't we already married?" She turned her head to look at me and shook her hand with the ring on.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at her for a while.

Don't think I don't know what she's planning, it's just because I'm afraid of being tired.

Slowly caressing her lower abdomen under the blanket with her hand, gently circling it with her fingertips.

We will have kids this time.

Dozens of names chosen by the second world in the dream can still be memorized, and they have to be transcribed on paper when they go back.

Maybe it will hit today?

Preferably a daughter.

I have been thinking about teaching her how to play a gun for three lifetimes...

Boys are fine too, but it's best not to cause trouble for this brat!

But I have to be nice to him.

Three lives and three generations, really gained a lot of experience...

They will have a good mother.

Gently run your fingers through her hair, and touch the auricle by the way, why is the flesh on the cartilage so different?Not soft, not hard, but...very sensitive.

Sure enough, she turned her head sideways, trying to avoid my fingers.

I have to get her home as soon as possible, and then see her father.

Pursing her lips, she wondered whether the wedding should be accompanied by a flower girl.

I don't need to change the wedding dress, it's still the same one, which is convenient.

Withdrawing his hand, he gently held her left hand, stared at the little ring with satisfaction, and kissed the top of her hair lightly.

Tuseiil Mio.

Lifting her chin, she gently turned to me, and gently slid her fingertips against the side of her face.

Then firmly and slowly, he pressed his lips on hers.

The tip of the tongue habitually hooked hers into my mouth, sucking and chewing lightly.

This time will be different.

Too much satisfaction is constantly filling our surroundings, expanding circles and circles...

This time will be different, we will grow old together.

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The author has something to say:

Writing this thing is actually addictive......

The protagonist Amon's abstinence (not the abstinence in military uniform, but the habit of suppressing any desires) and facial paralysis come from his father, and his hatred of the Jews comes from his mother.Even though he betrayed his father (resolutely left home to join the army, even killing innocent people), he still inherited this characteristic of his father, the lack of maternal love made him quiet, lonely and self-enclosed.The family environment created this child, and then it got out of hand...

I originally wanted to write a pure sweet article, but my friend asked me to write something valuable (well, I didn’t see any value), to show why some people become like this, so that readers can understand this kind of people instead of blindly liking them , There is always a reason for something to happen, instead of blindly writing brain-dead love novels. .

ps: Some people may look at the label of World War II and plan to learn about the history of World War II through novels, please read carefully... I finished this history of World War II in less than an hour, and the part that I understand very detailed is only related to Amon Everything about it, and I read a few romances about World War II, basically posted the heroine in history, and then she was with a Nazi officer, very blunt. "I" has limited energy, and I can't "follow the refugees to experience the causes and consequences of World War II" (yes, this sentence is complaining). As for Amon's real family experience, I don't know. I can't find the biography written by his daughter ( Maybe it can be found, but the author is too lazy and this broken German is not enough to read smoothly, and he has to look through the dictionary...), but according to his personality, this kind of family experience is certain.

ps again: the author talks a lot of nonsense......