time travel sweet

Chapter 30 (Extra) Jinse

I met him when I was 12 years old.

I remember that year my home was sealed off by officers and soldiers, and the floor was in a mess. I curled up in the closet, and all I could hear was my mother’s screams, men’s obscene smiles, the blunt sound of knives and guns piercing into flesh and blood, and my father’s screams of despair and pain. .After an unknown amount of time, the cabinet door was opened.

I raised my head tremblingly, but fell into a pair of gentle eyes.

He first looked at me in surprise, and then stretched out his hand to me who was curled up in the corner.

I held it almost subconsciously.

It was a pair of extremely warm hands.

He reached out with his other hand and touched my face.Only then did I realize that my face was covered with cold tears.

"Don't cry." He covered my eyes with his hands, "I'll take you away, okay?"

I had no reason to refuse such a gentle tone, so I nodded.

He picked me up with one hand and walked out the door.

He never took his hands away from my eyes.I knew it was because the dead bodies of his father and mother were right behind him.

At the age of 13, I started to learn martial arts.

In just one year, I saw him come back with blood all over his body countless times.

I cannot remain indifferent.

So I practiced martial arts crazily, only thinking that one day I could block all the open and hidden arrows for him.

There will also be times when I'm so tired that I collapse and I want to give up.But as long as I watch him play the piano leisurely under the eaves, I feel that everything is actually worth it.

I didn't realize then that I was starting to sink, beyond redemption.

At 14, I got a new name.

I was walking on the road and heard the sound of reading from the school on the side of the road.

Suddenly, I heard his name.

I stood for a moment and had an idea.

I ran home and crashed into his study, he was startled and asked me what was the matter.

I laughed and told him I thought of a new name, and told him the new name.

He froze for a moment, then smiled.

He said, good.

My heart skipped a beat.

At 15, I fell in love with him.

That time, we were besieged.In times of crisis, he blocked all attacks with his body.

I was dumbfounded watching his warm blood splash on my face.

Finally, other people in the door came and saved us.

But he was so badly injured that he was in a coma for five full days before waking up.

I was crying beside his bed, and he didn't say anything, just stroking the top of my head comfortingly.

"I'm fine." He said after a while, his tone as gentle as ever, "The most important thing is that you are fine."

My tears gradually stopped, and my heart beat violently.

.

I stumbled across a portrait of him that was always hidden.

Out of curiosity, I opened it up.

What was painted there was a boy, a boy with bright eyes like stars.

He is also a boy with extremely similar eyebrows and eyes to mine.

I suddenly remembered the incredible expression he had when he saw me for the first time.

It turned out to be so.

I felt as if I had been struck by lightning, and I slumped to the ground weakly.

20 is old.

I must be crazy.

In the past few years, I have helped him find, or snatched, a beautiful boy with eyes, and brought them to him at night.

What to do is self-evident.

I must be crazy.

I'm madly jealous of the boys I've found.

He also became more and more manic, and fewer and fewer teenagers came out alive the next day.

I also wanted to leave, but sometimes, when I saw the bewilderment and heartache he showed to the person he killed with his own hands at his bedside, I felt reluctant.

Sooner or later, I will have retribution.

But I can't forget him, even if I have stepped into hell.

"Jinse has fifty strings for no reason, and one string and one pillar contemplate the Chinese New Year."

I love him.