EBE Chapter 244 Loess and Tender Heart
Chapter 244 Loess and Tender Heart
Bo Bing lay in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, which was reflecting light off the snow, barely sleeping all night.
absurd.
He inappropriately recalled a joke.
God asked: Do you like to eat apples?
No matter what your answer is, they will send you to the famous apple orchard.
Apple, oh great... Let's see if I'll become a genius or Steve Jobs...
Finally, he discovered that he wasn't in an apple orchard in Lincolnshire, nor in Silicon Valley, but in a bizarrely designed experimental Eden. And the guy sitting under the apple tree wasn't some big shot, but himself.
So stupid it's laughable.
My body was exhausted, but my mind was clearer than ever before.
He heard soft breathing beside him, and the beautiful woman with her hair in a low ponytail nestled in his arms. Her sleeping face was flushed with health, and her strong arms were wrapped around him.
If you ignore the violence this guy inflicted on her last night, at first glance, she really does seem like a submissive wife.
Bo Bing covered her eyes.
—This shitty life.
"alpha."
【exist】
"I don't want to see blood first thing in the morning..."
Bo Bing stared at the electronic screen in front of her. "So, turn him into Sleeping Beauty."
[Target identified, confirmed as a high-value piece]
[Target person's hypnotic manifestation complete, estimated time remaining: 8 hours]
Inorganic electronic sounds rang out.
Alpha didn't even argue with Bo Bing.
Yin Su slept very soundly, and when He Jinlan woke him up, the person next to him was already cold.
"Young Master, it is now 3:37 PM. You have a Lantern Festival tea party in one hour."
Yin Su took the cup, drank some warm water, and responded.
"Where's Bo Bing? What did he have for lunch?"
His throat was swollen, sore, and dry, but now, as it was moistened by warm water, the man's voice became slightly sensual and hoarse.
He kept his head down, picked up a throat lozenge from the family doctor's medicine box and put it in his mouth, not noticing the fleeting awkwardness on He Jinlan and Li Ling's faces.
"Brother... he left this morning."
Yin Su paused, "You went out?"
"He said he was leaving."
Yin Su pressed on, asking, "What does that mean?"
So Li Ling could only endure the terrifying pressure and explain, "It means exactly what it says."
Yin Su put down his cup, looked into Li Ling's eyes, and said, "Didn't I tell you to stop him?"
"I'm sorry, young master. It's our incompetence."
He Jinlan looked at him and continued, "We can't stop him without hurting him. We only found out his flight back to X City... He's probably landed in X City a while now."
Yin Su realized that it was indeed difficult for these people to stop Bo Bing without taking any damage.
"Then why didn't you wake me up?"
Yin Su continued to launch attacks.
“I can’t wake you up,” Li Ling adjusted his monocle. “Your family doctor came to see you and checked your neck and head. There was no fainting injury. The measurements were just… a comfortable deep sleep.”
He glanced at his young master's grim face, and seeing the suggestive marks on his body, he asked nervously, "Young master, if I may be so bold as to ask, what's going on between you and that young man...?"
"That guy Bo Bing, he'll have his fun and then deny everything."
Yin Su's lip was slightly chapped, and he innocently spread his hands, his eyes dark and his tone carrying a sharp, wicked edge, "My innocence has been ruined, how can I go out and face people now?"
Their eyes widened.
Could it be that Brother Bo Bing forced himself on their young master? With Bo Bing's abilities, it might not be a difficult thing, but looking at how the two of them were getting along, they couldn't imagine that it was Bo Bing who did it. If we're talking about it, their young master is the one who would use underhanded tactics to take advantage of others, right?
"You let him go, but he hasn't given me any official status yet..."
Yin Su stood up, and the finger marks on his neck were clearly visible.
--"what to do?"
The two people next to them almost wanted to cripple their ears.
Yin Su was also somewhat annoyed.
What's this? The duck I was cooking in my own pot, only half-cooked, just flew away.
Yin Su pressed the tip of his tongue against the soft, broken skin on the side of his mouth. The lingering, fragile sensation on his fingertips and palms suddenly brought back memories of the young man he had forcibly held in his hand last night, sending him to the depths of Wushan.
Chaotic kisses and the sound of water, gentle violence.
Holding the body of his beloved in his arms, Yin Su thought that perhaps it was because he was not good at accepting happiness but could not resist it that he was transformed from a block of ice struggling and crying in a pot into a delicious sugar syrup.
—Then it is eagerly swallowed into the throat and stomach.
Bo Bing was unwilling—yet she chose to release the hand that held life and death over her carotid artery.
The cold water from the sink splashed on his face, and Yin Su's rising bloodshot aura finally subsided somewhat.
Eat the marrow to know the taste.
He stared at himself in the mirror, lost in thought.
Perhaps the one who is truly vulnerable and needs someone to be with you is yourself.
the other side.
Bo Bing had already landed in X City and then spent several hours in an unlicensed taxi crossing provincial borders. It was during the Lantern Festival, and while waiting to transfer, he bought a bowl to try.
The black sesame filling is pretty good.
My muscles feel sore from overexertion, my lower back and knees are weak, and the hickeys on my body are a terrible sight.
In City X, the transfer time is faster and there are more options, while the airport on the outskirts of City L is not as flexible. He just wanted to get away from Yin Su as quickly as possible.
The sore skin in my mouth was swollen and painful from the scalding sugar water, and to make matters worse, Bo Bing nervously bit it with her teeth.
Miserable.
Suddenly someone shouted, "Let's start the Yangko dance!"
The sounds of gongs, drums, and firecrackers could be heard from the country road beside them. The crowd pushed and shoved through the thin ice, and soon they were shoulder to shoulder, spreading like clouds.
Bo Bing stood on a pillar by the street, looking ahead.
Dry boat, donkey, waist drum, lion dance, dragon parade.
The pale-faced old hag wiggled her hips, a plastic begonia flower tucked slanted behind her ear trembling precariously. She used a fan to sweep the aura of illness onto the child, who turned pale with fright and burrowed into his parents' arms. The comical plastic doll with its large head swayed its head as the stilt walkers arrived from behind.
Water sleeves fluttered past Bo Bing's eyes, amidst the sounds of children crying, adults laughing, and an old man coughing.
It smells of dried tobacco, sulfur, dust, and sesame.
"Quickly pay homage to Brother Guan!"
"Make way, everyone move aside!"
The suona horns started playing again, and a group of young men rushed out to clear the way.
At the end of the road, a man appeared with his face painted, his long beard fluttering in the wind, wearing a green robe with a golden dragon design, carrying a nine-pound Green Dragon Crescent Blade, the hem of his robe reeking of alcohol, and standing on 2.2-meter-high stilts.
Not angry.
As one steps over the kneeling, weeping elderly, weak, women, and children, there is a sense of helplessness and pain, a feeling of compassion for humanity.
Divinity, and humanity.
Bo Bing recognized the person on the stilts—it was Guan Jinshan.
The clapper was pulled:
[A mortal fetus is raised to become the Marquis of Hanshou, his phoenix eyes painted with cinnabar soaked in blood.]
Do not say that the colorful robes are merely empty decorations; beneath them, the lotus-like peaks are bathed in rain, dispelling sorrow.
How much perseverance and courage does an ordinary person need to overcome pain and fear and stand up again?
Bo Bing closed her eyes, her mind filled with the image of the incense burning in front of the Guandi Temple in the past.
[Lighting incense]
Paying homage to Guan Yu.
Some memories have begun to fade.
The black-haired youth's forehead slammed heavily against the road, the ground covered in sand and gravel, and his skin felt a stinging pain.
At this moment, he is also one of the survivors under Guan Yu's robe.
Nobody knows what he's thinking.
The crowd dispersed.
After a long time, Bo Bing rolled over a few times and lay there on the field beside the country road.
The aching back, bent from kneeling, is now straightened by the embrace of the yellow earth.
A person eats dirt for a lifetime, and dirt eats a person once.
Alas, the yellow earth has such tender heart.
He recalled the words spoken by his fellow villagers when he was a child—words that his deceased eldest brother Chen Long had said, and those that his living second brother Xiao Huxin had also said.
He refused the help of the woman and the old man who tried to help him up, and looked up at the sky.
Blue smoke rises from the yellow earth, and a red whirlwind sweeps away.
What lies before me is...
A bucket of blue stream.