"In that misty valley, on that snow-covered mountain, a pure white flower blooms;
"The child who picks this flower will meet the elf from Rollus in the sun-soaked forest;
"The elf of Lores will give children a pair of transparent wings, so that they can fly in the wind;
"Fly away, fly to the sky, fly to heaven..."
Lei Zhe lowered his voice and sang a nursery rhyme slowly in Jian Qiao's ear.
He gently shook Jian Qiao's body while singing, and gently patted Jian Qiao's back, like a father who coaxed his child to fall asleep quickly.
He knew that Jane Qiao needed calm.
Jane Joe has never been treated like this. He is an illegitimate child, and his existence is shameful, reviled and accursed. He was never hugged by his father, mother or any of his relatives.
Even if there was, it was when he was very young, and he could not remember it long ago.
But at this moment, he was hugged, patted, and coaxed by Lei Zhe, like a little child, under perfect protection.
The fear entangled in his heart finally dissipated at this moment.
"You really are my light, you can illuminate me in the dark." He raised his head and looked up at Lei Zhe with a smile in his eyes.
Seeing him relax, Lei Zhe also smiled.
"Are you feeling better now?" he asked softly.
Several of his knights turned their heads and glanced at him in shock. Oh, God! They actually heard Lord Lei Zhe singing nursery rhymes, which was terrifying!
"It's much better. Are your clothes dry? Let's put them on when they're dry." Jian Qiao noticed the side glances of the knights, so she hurriedly pulled over her cloak and put it on, then got out of Lei Zhe's warm embrace.
Lei Zhe hummed hoarsely, and his eyes darkened. Losing the person in his arms, he felt that his heart was empty for a moment.
It was getting late, and a few knights got into the jungle to help Jane Qiao call some prey, and put them in sackcloth bags so as not to show blood.
The horn sounded, and everyone met at the meeting point as scheduled, and no one noticed anything unusual.
Lei Zhe personally sent Jane Joe back to the hotel.
When they parted, one of them stood on the side of the street on horseback and looked up; the other stood on the balcony with his head down and stared in silence for a long time. It was not until the night shrouded the earth that they could no longer see each other's faces, they waved their hands and left.
Back at the Duke's Mansion, Lei Zhe strode into the corridor and stood in front of the portrait of "Goddess of Water" hanging at the highest point.
The goddess' wet black hair was sticky against her fair and fleshy back. She turned her head, revealing a face without features.
Lei Zhe lowered his head and stopped looking at the painting. After a moment of silence, he suddenly said, "Take it off."
The servant was stunned.
"Take it off." Lei Zhe's tone was more determined than the first time.
The servant then brought the ladder and carefully took down the portrait.
Lei Zhe took it without a word, strode outside, and casually threw this treasure, which had been treasured and created for several years, into the roaring bonfire.
The steward, who was lighting torches by the bonfire and distributing them to the patrolling soldiers, was stunned.
"My lord! This is your Mizusawa goddess!" He hurriedly reminded, and tried to pull the painting out with an iron hook.
"Burn it." Lei Zhe waved his hand without explaining anything.
That night, he had a dream. In the dream, he jumped into the deep pool and pulled up Jian Qiao who was trapped at the bottom of the pool. The man was all white and glowing, soft and greasy, his slender legs wrapped around Lei Zhe's waist, and he whimpered and wept softly, as if he was afraid of being drowned, and at the same time, as if he was afraid of being burned to death by Lei Zhe.
Lei Zhe kissed him like crazy.
Lei Zhe sipped the sweet peel of the peach and sucked out the luscious and thick juice.
This is his Mizusawa goddess.
After waking up, Lei Zhe had to change into a pair of clean trousers and lie down again only to find that the bed was full of the smell of heather.
The smell kept him dreaming all night long with the same content but different scenes.
When he woke up sweating from his dream, Lei Zhe ruffled his hair irritably and cursed, "Fuck my friend!"
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Jian Qiao has not seen Lei Zhe for seven consecutive days. It made him feel very down.
He was leaving in a few days, so he desperately wanted to see his best friend. After parting, they may only see each other once a year, or even longer.
Desolette and Grande are too far away, in this era of traffic congestion, that is the distance between the horizon and the eyes.
When Jian Qiao couldn't help but wanted to take the liberty of visiting the Duke's Mansion, he finally received an invitation from Lei Zhe.
"You're here." Lei Zhe, who was standing by the window, looked back at Jian Qiao.
He was wearing only a thin white shirt and a pair of black tights, with a pair of boots under his feet, dressed simply and casually. The shirt was unbuttoned, revealing a large sturdy chest, and the fabric of the trousers clinged to the legs, wrapping every texture of explosive muscle.
No one knows better than Jane Joe how firm and reliable this chest is, and how powerful these legs are.
He walked over quickly, trying to give a hug to a friend he hadn't seen in a long time.
"I want to show you something." Lei Zhe took a step back and politely declined the hug.
He stared at Jian Qiao deeply, and there was a very depressed emotion in his blue eyes. This emotion is like a dark fire, burning Jane Qiao's scalp numb.
"What do you want to show me?" Jian Qiao had to stop in place.
"Look at this, it took me seven days to create it." Lei Zhe pointed to a painting covered with a white cloth that was placed beside him.
Only then did Jane Qiao discover its existence.
Lei Zhe lifted the white cloth and said hoarsely, "This is a gift I gave you, it's called "Danae"."
Danae is a figure in Greek mythology. Her father was a king, and the king received an oracle in the dark.
The oracle told him that his daughter Danae's future son would kill him.
In order to prevent the oracle from becoming a reality, the king imprisoned Danae in a dark dungeon, barring her from seeing any man, not even any male animal, except a maid. She lives in never-ending loneliness and darkness.
However, her beauty was still seen by Zeus, who was omniscient across the sky.
A dungeon full of spells can block the invasion of everyone, even the gods, but it cannot block the intrusion of sunlight. There are always gaps in the slabs of the dungeon.
So Zeus turned into a ray of sunlight, shone on Danae, and impregnated her.
At this moment, on the canvas, a young man with red fruit is lying on his face in a dark dungeon. His ankle-length black hair is wrapped around his pale skin like water plants, and it is exposed in the hair gaps. His fleshy, soft and smooth body.
A ray of sunlight broke through the crack in the dungeon and shone on his small toes, so the toes curled up hard, revealing a touch of pink, and a few pale green blood vessels burst out from the tight back of the foot, indicating that the young man How strongly stimulated.
His head rested on his slender arms, and a face with frowning eyebrows and flushed cheeks appeared in the messy black hair.
He clenched his lips with his snow-white teeth, making it show a gorgeous blood color, and his tearful pupils seemed to be filled with endless pain and endless joy.
He has not seen the sun since he was born. He who is ignorant of love, the first ray of sunshine he saw, and the first love he tasted, brought him to the unimaginable peak of mad wolf.
Jian Qiao looked at the painting in astonishment, because the young man in the painting had a face exactly like his.
Of course he knew what would happen if the sun hit Danae. She sank in light and shadow, and in maddening joy she gave herself to the supreme god.
This is a painting full of light and heat, love and desire in every stroke!
Its superb painting technique allows damp desire to overflow from the canvas. It vividly outlines the image of the youth, the pure and the desire. Its beautiful style and strong emotional color are enough to convince the most authoritative artists.
But why did Lei Zhe draw it
Doesn't he know what happened to Danae with this ray of sunshine? Why did he bring his own image into it
Jian Qiao pointed at the painting and looked at Lei Zhe with a puzzled face.
Lei Zhe approached step by step and said in a deep voice, "You are like Danae, imprisoned in a dark dungeon. The difference is that she is imprisoned by her father, and you are imprisoning yourself."
Jian Qiao opened her mouth, but could not refute.
These words pointed directly to the shackles of his sick heart.
Lei Zhe stretched out his arm and trapped Jane Qiao between the door and his chest.
He looked down at the slightly arrogant man, and said slowly, "Remember? You said I was your light."
Jian Qiao's ears were reddened by the too hot eyes of her friend, and her mood was disordered.
"Remember, remember." He stretched out his hand against his friend's strong and oppressive chest.
Lei Zhe laughed softly, and his voice became more hoarse: "I really want to be your light, but this light is just like the light that shines on Danae, with love. Just as Zeus said to I want to do the same to you as Danae did. I want to see you inside and out, understand? When I drew this picture, all I could think about was how to love you !"
When he said this, his hot breath sprayed on Jian Qiao's shocked face.
Jian Qiao's eyes were wide open, and she froze in place.
These hot words made him dizzy.
"I love you," Lei Zhe whispered in Jian Qiao's ear, "I also want to do something about loving you."
His aggressive body was completely overwhelmed.
The word "love" is like a sharp blade, which cuts Jian Qiao's heart in an instant. He was afraid of darkness, blood, water, and loneliness, but what he feared most was love.
He saw crazy love in Lei Zhe's eyes, which reminded him of his mother's dying cry and the gibberish when the woman stabbed the knife into her heart.
Everything she has experienced has repeatedly told Jane Joe a cruel truth - love is destruction.
He was so scared that his hair stood up, and he quickly reached out to push Lei Zhe, but Lei Zhe pinched his jaw with one hand and the back of his head with the other, demanding a kiss.
These delicate lips, and the pink tongue tip hidden in the lips, were sweeter than he imagined.
He squinted his eyes intoxicated, then stuck his tongue in, frantically searching for everything in Jian Qiao's mouth.
The sticky feeling of being invaded made Jane Joe's fear climb to the top. He couldn't break free from Lei Zhe's shackles, so he could only bite the other's tongue fiercely.
Lei Zhe groaned in pain.
The fishy smell that quickly filled his mouth made Jane Qiao realize that Lei Zhe was bleeding. Out of fear of blood, he pushed Lei Zhe away with all his strength, then bent down, supported the door panel, and retched repeatedly against the corner of the wall.
This retching sound was like five thunderbolts in Lei Zhe's ears.
He looked at Jian Qiao with a pale face, but still quickly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth to avoid being seen by Jian Qiao. Even in this tragic situation, he didn't forget to take care of Jian Qiao's emotions.
"We, we'll never see each other again." Jane Qiao covered her bloody mouth with a handkerchief and said vaguely but firmly.
Then he pushed open the door, and under Lei Zhe's desperate eyes, he ran away without looking back.