[The era of mythology is long gone, but he can start a brand new life and continue to pursue the same dream with the same soul. 】
The man’s fingers were too cold, and Su An was stimulated to get goosebumps. However, after the initial cold, the man’s spider-like legs were long and pale and terribly pale fingers as if carrying a huge electric current, ruthlessly and rudely piercing his fragility. Su An's organs, Su An was in a trance at that moment, not even sure if he exclaimed.
So it's like lifting the stems and leaves of a certain plant, like a sunflower thirsting for sunshine-the boy has an erection in the hands of his young adoptive father.
This is really a great sin of depravity.
The man smiled and continued to humiliate the pale-faced teenager, "Look, as expected, I still want to refuse."
Su An tremblingly looked at the pale and tall man in front of him, at his flawless features and mocking but bewitching smile. An ancient desire gradually sprouted from the bottom of his heart, spreading to every corner of his body like a wild creeper.
He seemed to be able to see a huge door behind the man slowly opening, and the gap between the doors was pitch black, but there was a misty voice in his ears telling the treasure and joy behind the door. He was pushed forward by the burst of desire in his heart, and no one saved him.
The door was opening to him, the door to hell.
It seemed that the endangered animals finally aroused great potential, and Su An slammed Su Xitang away.
Because of the excessive force, the man was pushed into a stagger by him, while he himself rolled out of the bed in an extremely embarrassing manner.
Su Xitang's face showed a surprised expression for the first time. He watched the boy who fell to the ground trying to get up, but he seemed to have exhausted all his strength in an action just now. After struggling and trying several times to no avail, the boy gave up trying and no longer cared about being completely naked. The boy looked at him viciously. Yes, fierce, those crystal clear cat eyes contained anger that needed to burst out, and he hadn't seen such vigorous eyes for a long time.
Because of anger, the boy's originally cute eyes are now more like another cat, but the young leopard has a ferocious nature.
Su Xitang narrowed his eyes slightly.
He watched the cowardly young man staring at him viciously, as if he had flinched because of fear in his eyes, and finally calmed down and looked at him, his voice was forcibly disguised respectfully.
"I think my father, he wouldn't want to see this kind of scene in the Spirit of Heaven."
After Su An plucked up the courage to say this sentence, he obviously saw Su Xitang's expression change.
He couldn't describe the expression in detail, but he could find his own reaction when he saw the expression. He began to tremble again, but he could no longer conceal the tremor, as if a small mortal faced God's anger.
But he didn't intend to admit defeat at all. He didn't intend to fall into the most humble ant like Su An, who was already dead.
Su An gritted his teeth and sat on the cold floor, stubbornly looking back at the man who looked down at him indifferently.
Time seemed to have stopped, and it looked like thousands of years had passed. Su An's eyes were sore, but he forced himself not to blink, lest he shed tears.
Su Xitang suddenly moved. He got up and got out of the bed, standing in front of Su An, standing in the shadows like an abyss, unattainable and secretive.
Looking down at Su An for a while, Su Xitang didn't care about his clothes on the ground, turned and walked straight to the door.
As this person turned and left, the originally condensed air gradually began to show signs of loosening.
"I will leave tomorrow morning." Su An suddenly spoke.
Su Xitang's footsteps stopped, and the man's naked back was as heavy as a tall stone monument. Su An insisted on finishing her words.
"Tomorrow morning, I will leave when I clean up, and I won't show up in front of you again, so..."
"Thank you for taking care of me before." The boy still expressed his gratitude.
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After the person left without a response, Su An was on the verge of amnesty, slumped and leaned against the bed, and it took a long time to calm down his breath.
After putting on his clothes, he briefly treated the wound on his wrist, and Su An began to search the entire room. He found the suitcase in the closet, opened it, and found that it had already displayed clothes and toiletries, and contained a stack of thick RMB envelopes.
It turned out that Su An, who had committed suicide, had long thought of running away from home, fleeing the villa and the man.
It is convenient for him.
Su An smiled and dragged the suitcase out and put it beside the bed.
There was a mobile phone on the table. I thought it should be my own. I unlocked and entered the interface based on my memory. I found that the desktop wallpaper was a huge skull with a big, hideous mouth.
How extreme and desperate this child's life is. Su An was too lazy to turn on the light, lay directly on the bed, and changed the desktop to the wallpaper that came with the system. The blue sky and grass were really fresh and pleasant.
There are very few contacts in the address book. Except for Su Xitang, the housekeeper, and a few important people, the others are all former friends and friends. Su An deleted all the contact information of these people.
Randomly searched for information, but found a locked folder in the gallery. The cover of the folder was a flower. It was the flower he had seen on the ivory civilization stick, Xifu Begonia.
Sugan paused for a meeting, typed "xitang" in the password field, and tapped it smoothly into the folder.
All of them are photos of Su Xitang, mostly from the side or the back. It is not difficult to guess that they are all secret shots of teenagers. However, even with unsuspecting sneak shots, the man in the picture is still handsome and without blind spots.
Su An sighed, selected the folder, clicked "Delete", and clicked "OK" again in the pop-up dialog box.
It's over, it's over.
Thinking about this, Su An fell asleep vaguely.
Originally thought that with such a big change, he would go to bed until noon the next day, but Su An didn't sleep well and had a very restless dream.
In the dream, there is the small courtyard of his childhood, he is standing under the camera for the first time, there is a glimpse of Zhang Liubai in the corner, there is a huge truck rushing towards him, and what finally freezes is the slender and tall back of a man, just looking at it. Get his pale, bloodless back neck.
Su An suddenly opened his eyes.
The room was dark, and blurry lights and shadows appeared in the distant horizon outside the window.
Pressed the temple, took out the phone and checked the date, April 2nd. There is a note under the date. Su An opened and sat up after seeing the content clearly.
There is only a very simple sentence in the remarks box: "Accompany the foster father to visit my father's grave".
Su An only recalled that April 2 was the death day of his father Su Chou. Trying to remember, there is still only a vaguely young man's face in his mind.
Su An was a little bit emotional. He had forgotten the appearance of his biological father, but he had a terrible love for his adoptive father, and even went to the grave for his biological father. The biggest significance was that he could be accompanied by his adoptive father.
For Su An, this is really a hateful and sad past.
After sitting on the bed for a while, Su An got up, took a set of clothes from the closet and put on them, folded his pajamas neatly and placed them on the bed.
Looking down at his watch, 4:50 in the morning.
After exhaling two more breaths, Su An lifted the suitcase and walked towards the door of the room step by step.
The moment he opened the door, Su An felt a pause in his breathing, and he even prepared for nothingness outside the door.
He can accept that this is an illusion of death, a certain inexplicable state after life disappears, a heaven, a hell, or a complete end.
However, outside the door is a long corridor resting in the shadows.
There was a light under the promenade, and there was a person sitting on the sofa by the fire.
A circle of sofas is placed on the carpet around a European-style fireplace. The burning charcoal in the fireplace, the red tongue licks the dark charcoal, and bursts out crackling sparks from time to time, shining on the marble mantelpiece like a magic door in the mouth of a child , Can take people across to the far west.
In the obscure and extinguished flames, the dark and light shadows are like everyone's brilliant pens, and they casually trace the silhouette of the figure on the sofa.
The man is lowering his head, as if he is thinking and possibly resting. His hands are folded in front of him, his slender and straight legs are stretched out, looking a little casual and lazy, but still full of a certain intimidating charm, as if it is over. The emperor who has passed the court can easily teach darkness and light to be his cloak humbly.
Hearing the movement, the person who had bowed his head raised his head and looked at Su An.
Pale face and cold and charming eyes.
Su An tightened his breath, and the fingers holding the suitcase contracted involuntarily.
He settled, forced his stiff body to nod, as a greeting, and then immediately looked away and walked down the stairs with his luggage.
The empty hall was silent until the crackling of the burning charcoal was very clear, as if a long whip was hitting his back.
Su An stood still, and stepped down the steps under the cold eyes of the man, like a child doing some kind of naive war that he had broken his teeth and refused to admit defeat.
When he finally came to the lobby on the first floor and put his suitcase on the cold marble, he was slightly at a loss.
He wanted to leave directly, but the memo on the phone made him feel that he should ask.
Snapped.
A piece of burning wood in the fireplace behind him suddenly crackled.
As if with some kind of excuse, Su An turned around.
The man on the sofa did not know when he stood up. He nodded slightly at his son, and said coldly, as indifferently as he had in many years before: "Today is your father's death day, now Go to the grave with me."
"Then you can leave."
No nostalgia, no turnaround, proves that the young man named Su An dedicated all his youth and enthusiasm before his death to nothingness.
Su An stood in the dark, looking back.
Two young servants appeared and opened the door.
Su An looked away and looked out the door.
The sun is coming like a surging wave.
Just like Eos, the goddess of dawn, using her rose-like fingers to open the dark cricket cage, she dyed the dawn sky with dawn, while splashing excess paint on the door. The light that came in this moment was like an oracle and redemption.
Su An stared at the door steadily, even if his eyes were stinging because of the sudden change of light, he refused to blink. He looked at the layers of blurred morning glow and looked at the urban giant who was beginning to wake up.
The age of mythology is long gone, but he can start a new life and continue to pursue the same dream with the same soul.
In this magnificent new world.
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Note: Eos is the goddess of dawn in ancient Greek mythology, which corresponds to Aurora in ancient Roman mythology. Ancient Greek poets and painters always regarded Eos as an extremely beautiful goddess, and Homer often referred to her as the goddess of "rose-like fingers".
Eos fell in love with Titonos, a beautiful young man in the world, but because he was a mortal and she was immortal as a goddess. She repeatedly begged Zeus to let Titonos never die, and Zeus finally promised her that Titonos would never die. Eos was so happy that he hurriedly wanted to reunite with her loved one, but forgot to ask Zeus to let Titonos not only "not die", but not "immortality". Later, she could only watch the strong young man she loved slowly getting older. However, after tens of thousands of years, his strength and knowledge were lost, and he gradually declined, and eventually shrank into a cricket, and Eos had no choice but to tears. Putting him in a cricket cage, Titonos had long lost the ability to speak, and would only accompany her with cricket chirps all day long.