Beside the oil lamp, Ji Jiu was drawing on the desk. Because of the warmer weather, some small insects also appeared. They got through the gaps in the doors and windows, or they never left the house at all. At this moment, they were all flying around the oil lamp, as if the flame had some kind of mystery Inspired by them, they are not even afraid of the danger of being burned.
They fly like crazy. This is the thought that floated in Ji Jiu's mind when he raised his eyes and saw those dazzled and tiny shadows.
Unable to bear it, Ji Jiu touched the flame with the pen holder, the fireworks shook, and several flying insects died instantly. The rest scattered first, and when Ji Jiu retracted the pen holder, they gathered around again.
Moths to the flame. Ji Jiu watched for a long time.
Yi Mo walked over and cast a small spell, the originally dim light instantly became brighter, like daytime. Ji Jiu glanced at him, then lowered his head and continued to paint, this time painting landscapes, under the bright light, he straightened up a little, so he didn't need to lie on the table anymore.
Yi Mo stood on the side and watched quietly, watching his hand, his pen, and gradually distant mountains and near water floated on the paper, as well as small villages, with smoke curling up from the kitchen. When Ji Jiu was about to close his pen, he asked, "Where is the painting?"
"My mother's hometown." Ji Jiu said, after making up the last stroke, he remembered to ask, "Where is your hometown?"
Yi Mo thought and thought for a long time before shaking his head: "I don't remember."
Ji Jiu was slightly startled, and quickly said: "You can forget this kind of thing, why can't you forget Shen Qingxuan?" He blurted out without thinking much, and both of them were taken aback after speaking.
"You want me to forget?" Yimo asked.
"Forget about him, you should do your own thing." Ji Jiu said.
"doing what?"
"Becoming a fairy is what you should do."
Emma fell silent.
The ink on the painting scroll was gradually drying in his silence. Ji Jiu rolled it up and put it aside, then spread out a piece of white paper again, picked up the pen, but didn't put it down, as if he didn't know what to draw .
Only then did Yi Mo speak, and said: "I don't remember exactly what my hometown looks like, I only remember what it looks like when the peach blossoms bloom every year." Then, he took a pen from the pen stand, and Ji Jiu saw it. The status was put aside.
Yi Mo leaned over slightly, lowered his head, his long hair flowed down, covering his face and all his expressions, holding a pen and drawing seriously on the paper.
Ji Jiu's line of sight was blocked by his long hair, and he couldn't see the direction of the brush, but he vaguely felt that this monster was also a top painter. Unable to bear the curiosity, I walked to the opposite side to have a look.
On the white paper, black appeared first, and then red, small red dots, each round and in different shapes. He didn't draw a peach blossom. But Ji Jiu clearly saw the peach blossoms all over the mountains and plains.
Yi Mo put down his pen and said, "Come here."
Ji Jiu walked over and was pulled in front of him, Yi Mo embraced him from behind and said, "Look." As he spoke, he waved his long sleeves. The red spots on the paper seemed to be blown by the wind, trembling slightly, and then slowly blooming.
All over the mountains and plains, ten miles of peach blossoms bloom like clouds.
Ji Jiu had never seen such a spectacle before, so he let out a low "ah", unable to utter a single word. It is so beautiful, so beautiful that there is nothing to say.
The peach blossoms are still in bloom, one by one competing to bloom, and when they bloom to the extreme, they drop their petals. The fallen flowers are colorful and beautiful.
Yi Mo whispered in his ear, "Is it beautiful?"
Ji Jiu stared at the scroll without blinking, and nodded.
"But," Yi Mo hugged his waist tightly, and said softly, "I just want to paint peach blossoms on your body." Yi Mo said, the hand on Ji Jiu's waist, accompanied by his extremely low voice, slowly Slowly rubbing, and gradually moving down, moving over the slumped waistline, caressing the curved buttocks, through the robe and panties, his fingers slipped into the seam of the buttocks, and said in a low voice: "Then from here Entering your body is like returning home."
Yi Mo's voice was low, but gentle, and not vivid. He didn't realize what he was talking about, but he thought so, so he said it truthfully. Ji Jiu's body was instinctively stiff at the moment of his stroking, but the roots of his ears suddenly turned red as the words fell.
Yi Mo doesn't know, but this is the most obscene and beautiful love story Ji Jiu has ever heard in her life.
- You are my hometown.
Ji Jiu regained consciousness, and quickly pushed him away, her face was flushed, but there was a strange brightness in her eyes. Only he himself knew what kind of rapid frequency his heart was beating, as if it was going to jump out of his throat, and he couldn't stop it.
But when he walked to the window and pushed open the wooden window, his beating heart beat slowly calmed down.
Ji Jiu said: "The person who made you feel like you went back to your hometown is gone. Are you going to use this kind of nostalgia to keep looking for it?" They will be separated—if he turns into flying insects catching fire in the next life, he will live and die at night. Where will you find it?"
Ji Jiu said, "Let yourself go."
Yi Mo was stunned for a moment before saying: "I thought you would let me let you go about today's matter."
Ji Jiu turned her face away, looked at him quietly, and said, "You can't trap me, the only one trapping me is myself."
But they didn't know that this sentence was similar to Yi Mo's sentence "The one who kills a monster can only be himself" when discussing the life and death of a monster more than a hundred years ago.
Ji Jiu has no memory, but Yi Mo does.
Yimo said: "Because you feel guilty towards me? This guilt traps you, doesn't it?"
Ji Jiu thought about it, but unexpectedly shook his head.
Ji Jiu said: "I don't owe you anything. No need to feel guilty."
"Um?"
"The relationship between you and Shen Qingxuan is your business. You have been searching for more than a hundred years, and it is also your business to find his reincarnation. It is your own choice not to become a fairy, but to indulge in the world. There is no instigation by Ji Jiu, or even There is no Ji Jiu. So I don’t owe you anything, so naturally I don’t need to feel guilty.” Looking at him, Ji Jiu knew that he had been spying on what he said during the day. Just let it go, just said: "I don't want to get entangled with my wife in this matter." And said: "It's more sad than guilty."
It's just that if you tell my wife this, she won't understand, and she will keep pestering her repeatedly, so it's better to solve it simply. Even if she really feels guilty, that guilt is not towards Yi Mo, but Madam. Because of Yi Mo's sudden appearance, he fell into a heart attack. From then on, he couldn't even give her normal love between men and women, and it was impossible not to feel guilty. It's just that Ji Jiu can't say these words to anyone, and he can only hide them in his heart for the rest of his life.
Yi Mo asked, "What are you sad about?"
Ji Jiu said, "It's hard to say. Although I know I don't owe you anything, I feel very sad. I think it's right to treat you well, and I think it's right to treat you badly. But 'good' has a bottom line. , 'evil' is infinite, you should give up as soon as possible and think about cultivating immortals, I can't accompany you for a few years, even if there is another reincarnation, if Ji Jiu dies, Shen Qingxuan will not be born, you will be a stranger if you find him, I will treat you with the bottom line."
Yi Mo wanted to say something, but Ji Jiu closed the window and went to spread the quilt beside the bed, not wanting to continue talking.
This night, something was destined to happen. Years of living in the open and in the dark have allowed Ji Jiu to develop an instinct to detect hidden dangers. So talking so much is just trying to alleviate this danger.
He couldn't clearly know the specific danger, but he might be able to get away with it.
If you can avoid it, maybe this kind of life can continue, let this monster stay by your side, and give it to you with a bottom line. Try not to hurt him.
But this night, when Ji Jiu woke up from his sleep and noticed the movements of the people behind him, he knew that such days were over.
Ji Jiu shouted: "Yi Mo."
His voice was not too intense, and he remained calm. There was even a hint of pleading, more of forbearance. Even though he wanted to forget the forced memory, it was already deeply embedded in his body and was spontaneously remembered by his subconscious mind. He couldn't be happy with him, and he could endure it when he was hugged. When the underwear was unbuttoned and the trousers were taken off, the memory of humiliation and shame buried in the dark corner was awakened again, and broke through the ground. . Ji Jiu struggled desperately, while trying to contain himself not to lose control, trying to negotiate with him, saying: "Let me go."
Yi Mo locked him tightly, and at the same time whispered: "You like it, why not?"
Ji Jiu was reminded by him again that even when he is raped by the same sex, he still has feelings. The sliver of rationality that he was trying to maintain turned into a cloud of smoke, and suddenly disappeared.
Yi Mo knew that he was unwilling, but he didn't intend to let it go. After such a long time, as long as he is a little bit intimate, this person will become stiff, and even his body will become cold. His resistance never showed any sign of abating over time. Emma didn't know why this happened.
Even if he could vaguely guess something, he was unwilling to think deeply about it, and he was unwilling to admit it.
Yi Mo turned the frantically struggling Ji Jiu over, and pressed him tightly under him, making him unable to move, let alone escape. He hugged Ji Jiu tightly, but what appeared in his mind was Shen Qingxuan who was blushing under him but never resisted.
Even if it's a busy day and you're too tired to open your eyes, try to open your body to accommodate his Shen Qingxuan.
The hard object dawdling between his buttocks silenced Ji Jiu, and the last struggle was still in vain, he knew that the person on him had no intention of letting him go. Ji Jiu could almost feel the cold air escaping from his pores, exuding a white mist as light as clouds, completely freezing him from the inside out.
Ji Jiu tilted his head on the pillow in a weak posture, and finally murmured: "Don't force me." Then he closed his eyes.
Yi Mo was startled, lowered his eyes, kissed and bit his neck, and said as if comforting: "Don't be afraid."
Ji Jiu didn't respond to him.
In the end, Yi Mo gave up and did not force him like before, but rubbed his legs between his legs, rubbing between his hips and the inner sides of his legs, but he didn't know that this kind of action was very important to Ji Jiu. It's not much better than direct intrusion, but it's even more obscene.
After the end, Yi Mo covered him, buried her head in Ji Jiu's neck, and used her lips to create marks on that piece of skin, one after another, continuous, deep and shallow. But such hickeys will soon fade away. Just like a good time, no matter how lingering or intense the process is, everything will stop abruptly as the semen pours out in the end, like water flowing through the body without leaving any traces. The temperature from the heat will subside, the hickeys left behind will disappear, and the companions will die.
Yi Mo didn't know what else he could keep.
At this moment, Ji Jiu, who had been silent all this time, finally turned over in a moment of his negligence, and overturned the man lying on his back to one side.
This night, Ji Jiu's eyes were like a beast in grief and indignation, filled with a thrilling despair.
So when his slap came, Yi Mo stared at those eyes and forgot to hide.
Ji Jiu's hands have killed people. Pulling up the longbow, you can walk through Yang with a hundred steps.
He slapped Yi Mo with murderous force.
Yi Mo turned his head to one side, and when he turned his face again, he saw Ji Jiu's dark eyes, and heard Ji Jiu say, "You make me sick."