Xiao Sha Desolate

Chapter 5

"Raise your arms flat." Zhao Cheng casually picked up an antique vase and put it on Qian Mo's arms that were raised flat, then leaned over and put it close to his ear, "If you dare to break it, you can taste the feeling of kneeling on broken porcelain. "Ambiguous low voice, as if saying the most beautiful love words.

He raised the leather whip, and whipped it fiercely towards the thin back, until blood was seen on the whip.After just over a month, the body that had just recovered from the injury was dripping with blood again.Qian Mo's body trembled, even sliding the vase back and forth.Although he tried his best to stabilize the vase, but the porcelain was smooth and his arms couldn't hold it, so it was not easy.If it is an ordinary person, I am afraid that it will fall down as soon as it is put on.It's not just that he's afraid to kneel and break the porcelain, he can't afford to pay for that vase without eating or drinking for ten years.And the master obviously didn't want to give him a chance, "Bang Dang." With a sound, the vase was finally broken in the rapid whipping.Qian Mo didn't say anything, raised her knee a little, and knocked straight to the broken porcelain, which was a bright red stream.He didn't make a sound from the beginning to the end, as if he had lost the sense of pain as a human being, he just shook his body restrainedly, as if he was about to fall down at any time.

"Master, please, please, Qianmo will have something at school tomorrow, please come back tomorrow and punish me." The voice was weak and intermittent, it has reached the limit, if you keep typing, let alone performing tomorrow, you won't even be able to crawl.If you agree, you will represent your class in fighting tomorrow's party. You are as proud and self-respecting as him. How can you allow yourself to break your promise in public.The whip stopped at the sound, Zhaocheng seemed to be taken aback for a moment, and his voice was tinged with anger, "Is there something wrong, do I have to ask you to go?" These words actually sounded a little childish.Do you still have to go to school after being hurt like this?Everything is important, classmates, work, school, all of them are more important than me, right?Did you take me to heart?

The more Zhaocheng thought about it, the more angry he became, and unconsciously put Qianmo in an extremely important position, so much so that one day, in order to win back his heart, he was willing to give his life to him.At that time, he didn't know that it was from this moment on how they came to an irreparable situation step by step.

Xu Zhaocheng seldom gets angry, even when he is extremely angry, his face is still calm.When anger can be heard in his voice, usually the death of the person who made him angry is not far away.He pulled out a dagger from his waist, aimed at the sole of Qian Mo's left foot and pierced it, and then his right foot was not spared either.It is no longer a white knife in, but a red knife out, piercing through both feet.Since I can personally teach Qianmo close combat, one can imagine the strength of that knife.

"Ah." Qian Mo was in so much pain that she lost consciousness, and she couldn't help shouting.Short and sharp, straight to tear people's hearts.It stopped after just half a cry, and screamed out in pain, which is disgusting.But since he doesn't care about affection, why does he still listen to him, why subconsciously obey.

"Kneel here." With a soft sentence, the master left him and never asked again.

Until the back of the master could not be seen, the footsteps also disappeared.Qian Mo tried to move her legs, but the pain was excruciating.You can't kneel here, you can't wait to die here, he will perform tomorrow, he is still young, and he still has ten or twenty long years to live.Using both hands and feet, she was extremely embarrassed, and when she finally moved to a medical room on the first floor, Qian Mo felt that all the strength in her life had been exhausted.Maybe there is no passion to pursue anything after that.

Indeed, after a long time, Xu Zhaocheng tried his best to compensate him and obeyed him, but Xu Qianmo never responded.

He dug out the marijuana, rolled it with tobacco leaves, lit it, and took a deep breath.There are countless drugs in his hands every year, and he is naturally familiar with doing these things.He called the driver, "Pick me up at seven tomorrow morning." After hearing yes, he hung up immediately.He felt himself trembling choked with breath.If you hang up later, you won't be able to hide it.When the pain subsided, I used tweezers to pick out the broken porcelain embedded in the knee and calf one by one.Sitting on the floor, he handled the wound meticulously, quickly and earnestly.Falling hair hides the face.As if the person covered in blood is not him, as if the person who is desperate to die is not him, the whole person seems to have nothing to do with him, indifferent and unkind.After picking out the broken porcelain, Qian Mo directly took the alcohol bottle and poured it on the wound, back, calf, and feet.Poured two full bottles.He only trembled a little under such intense stimulation.The feet were wrapped in heavy gauze until no blood was visible.

He no longer has the strength to love, be loved, persist, and even live.I used to put a person in my heart for many years, the spring grass flourished and withered, and finally it was empty, desolate and cold.

There was a faint tear in the corner of my eye, which quickly dried up.