Chapter 2161 Willingly (Fanwai 1)

The little son who is sticky to his wife seems to have had a dream.

The dream was very long, as if a long, long time had passed, and many, many things had happened.

The dream seems to be very short, and the scene changes rapidly in the blink of an eye.

Here for a while, and there for a while.

It's like being haunted by a nightmare, unable to distinguish reality from dreams, day from night.

In a trance, not knowing why.

Dreamland

This seems to be a tavern.

Inside and outside, all the people who come and go are drinking women.

He has rough manners, vulgar language, rough and dark skin, tall and strong.

Gather here, talk, cynical.

Occasionally, when I see a few slightly attractive men passing by, they will all show obscene and disgusting smiles.

The obscene eyes lingered on those poor and weak men, and from time to time they even said a few words to tease them.

Immortal, no rules at all.

The man being molested walked away quickly in fear.

Passed by the door of the tavern quickly, like a trot, not daring to stop at all.

I'm afraid of being pulled in by those women in the tavern, fumbling here and there, and falling into a situation where there is no redemption.

This scene was both familiar and unfamiliar. When it appeared in front of his eyes, the young master looked at it, a little dazed.

Subconsciously, he looked left and right.

Want to find that figure that makes him feel at ease.

Red...Red...

On the bustling streets, there is not a touch of red.

Crowded, loud hawking.

The women in the tavern were laughing and cheering from time to time, mixed with obscene voices.

There are people everywhere, but there is no figure he wants to see.

The beautiful and clean young man stood in the corner, staring blankly, as if he was a little flustered.

Empty hands and no clothes on her body.

Without her scent, he was a little at a loss and scared.

Like an immature cub abandoned in a dangerous forest, without shelter, trembling uncontrollably.

whimpered softly, wanting to find that safe haven.

His home...his Si Si...

His face was a little pale, but his eye sockets were wet and red.

The ground was wet and limp, covered with a layer of pitiful and helpless mist.

The sense of satisfaction in the chest disappeared in an instant, becoming empty and empty, unable to grasp anything.

It was empty, panic and panic spread like wanton vines.

He ran towards the street in a panic, avoiding the crowd with his thin body, and ran non-stop.

Towards the direction of the general's mansion, towards the road he is familiar with.

Eagerly, he wanted to go back to his familiar home, to return to her warm embrace.

I want to hug, I want to regain my sense of security.

But he couldn't run away.

The surrounding scene changed, and the streets around changed.

From a crowded bustling street to a deserted bluestone alley.

Quietly, without a sound.

The temperature of the hot sun in summer seems to have dropped a bit here.

It was cool and chilly.

The little boy fell on the bluestone road at once, his eyes were red, and his thin and delicate white plain clothes fell to the ground, inevitably stained with dust.

Light and floating, as if weightless.

fell there, his thin and limp body looked like a wounded little white rabbit.

Soft, weak and bullying.

His eye sockets were wet, and his vision became a little hazy.

Looking vaguely at everything in front of him, the movement he just wanted to get up must have been.

fixed there, as if stunned.

(end of this chapter)