Incomparable

74.1

I am a tenderloin.

Rolled in the oil pan, turned in the hot stove, made into a sweet and sour taste, fragrant and packed in a bowl, just waiting to be put on the table.After a while, someone will pick me up with chopsticks and put it in his mouth, and say emotionally: "It's so delicious!" And I will complete my mission, and be digested into dregs peacefully and proudly.This chef has done a great job, and now I am sweet and crispy, I am sure to get many compliments.

The chef took one look at me and put me in the pot to heat up.

Maybe it's waiting for the guests to come, I comforted myself.

After a while, there was no movement.After another moment, there was still no movement.I'm starting to get anxious.

Why!The sweet and sour pork tenderloin should be eaten while it is hot, otherwise the taste will reappear!I was urging in the dark pot, but no one opened the lid, and even the chef didn't know where to go.

More time has passed, and I already feel that I am no longer crispy, but no one cares about it.I thought with discouragement, since the taste has been discounted and I have lost the qualification to be praised, then it doesn't matter when I come to eat.

Slowly, the stove was cold; the sauce was dry, and I seemed to be sour.I heard dogs barking faintly outside the room, and I thought it would be fine even if stray dogs ate me, but in the end even the dogs didn’t find me, and I rotted in the dark pot, grew hair, and turned into a bowl of rotten smell Meat.

It's a pity that the sweet and sour pork tenderloin prepared for Yi Ren failed to enter Yi Ren's mouth after all.

That person... may never know that there is a steaming bowl of sweet and sour pork tenderloin waiting for him in the stove in this kitchen.

74.2

He went back to that yard again.The scales of the sycamore tree are about to fall off, and the few remaining pieces are dangling on the branches.The moon was in the middle of the sky, and the shadows of the branches fell on the yellow ground, so blurred that they could only be called black shadows.The kitchen knife and the young self were sitting under the tree, talking.The boy spoke, as if asking something.

This is a dream.

Cai Dao Chai smiled softly: "Don't look at me as a dead fish, in fact, I have always been looking forward to doing something interesting--you are the first one to remind me of this in recent years."

This is a dream.

Cai Dao Chai continued: "I quite like you."

This is a dream.

He stepped forward step by step, squatting down in front of the kitchen knife and firewood. "Oh, is it so."

"I'm very happy. Caidaochai...you like me. I'm so happy." He met Caidaochai's surprised gaze, bowed his head and kissed his lips.Lukewarm, with a salty taste; slightly cool, with a little after-rain smell.In the dream, he was crying without saying a word, kissing the kitchen knife and firewood immaturely, as clumsy as he was when he was a teenager.

The kitchen knife and stick let him move, breathing quietly through his nose.He stopped for a moment, his pair of eyes were still looking eagerly at the kitchen knife and wood, one part was timid, and the other nine parts were full of attachment.Caidaochai asked softly, "Do you like me that much?"

He nodded wordlessly.

Cai Dao Chai stretched out his hand to embrace the black shadow in his arms. "How much do you like it?"

The tears flowed more urgently, but I couldn't speak.

"Really." Cai Dao Chai lowered his eyes and let out a gentle sigh.He knelt down in front of the kitchen knife and firewood, and heard the breath and heartbeat in his chest. It was really nice, like a song from another world.

The kitchen knife stroked the scars on the corners of his eyes and forehead, "You have grown up."

I don't know who took the initiative, and I don't know when, the two kissed again.It's just that this time it's much more intense, the facial features of the two couldn't be closer, the tips of their noses are close together, the advance and retreat of their tongues obviously has the meaning of lust, in the repeated entanglement, the body fluid gradually overflowed the mouth and dripped onto the clothes on the hem.The kitchen knife and firewood tore off the coat that was on his body and spread it on the ground. When he was laid down, he could still feel the damp and cold steam from the ground.But it didn't hurt, he was hot, his whole body was burning hot, the air from the ground brushed against his side was too cold, he longed for the same temperature to hug him.

He looked at the kitchen knife with red eyes from crying.The kitchen knife looked at him for a moment, then smiled: "Okay, don't shed tears. As I said, I don't want to be another person who does bad things... I can't bear it." During the words, the kitchen knife pressed his body, and the strange The scalding temperature almost burned him to ashes.His trembling hands climbed onto the back of the kitchen knife and wood.The faint feeling of the ribs under the smooth skin, the curvature of the shoulder blades, and the depression of the spinal groove, he wanted to remember all these, so he hugged him even tighter, and the kitchen knife patted his arm: "Relax a little, huh? Don't be afraid... ..."

He grabbed the kitchen knife and stick and shook his head vigorously.Cai Dao Chai was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood what he meant, his eyebrows and eyes darkened, and after a while, he slowly said: "If the pain is severe, remember to call out."

He raised his head and gently kissed the kitchen knife and wood's Adam's apple, rubbed his lower body against the kitchen knife and wood, and nodded silently.

Without any foreshadowing, the kitchen knife and firewood entered his body.He froze, his back contracted convulsively, his face turned pale, but he gritted his teeth and began to twitch, while asking him intermittently:

Are you in pain?

Are you in pain?

Are you in pain?

He thought that the timbre of kitchen knives and firewood was relatively high, and his speech was usually cold, like the wind in March.However, at this moment, I was emotionally moved and my breath was unstable, and I was still whispering such a sentence in my ear. The slightly cold wind was wrapped in rain and mist, and it turned into a dripping autumn rain. Press on your heart.

pain.very painful.Chopsticks, I'm in so much pain.

I am in so much pain.

He silently looked at the kitchen knife and firewood through his tearful eyes, and suddenly the corner of his mouth curled up, and he grinned.

Hei Ying opened his eyes, not surprisingly, the pillow and quilt were in a mess again.He let out a "tsk", but didn't get up, and stared at Chengchen with his eyes. It took a long time before he let out a breath, and cursed: "What kind of ghost dream did you have? My heart hurts."

"It's okay to like dead people, I just have a dream every day." Hei Ying wiped the corners of his eyes and scolded himself with a smile.

"Did you also come here in those ten years?"

"I don't know what that girl named Le Yankai looks like in your heart."

The author has something to say: Sombra was already 22 years old when he had this dream.The life of an assassin is really colorful. He has slept in the gentle town of Linyan Building, and even a big boss in women's clothing occasionally has to dress up, but Mengli knows that he is a guest, but he still can't show the slightest flair. s method.However, the dream is a dream after all, wake up and have work to do.The person to be killed this time is called Chu Ren—it happens to have the same name as Chunfengxue Churen, who is number one in the Jianghu.

Heiying (aftertaste carefully): This kitchen knife and firewood is probably not a warning to me from Mengmeng, is it?

Soi Ying: This person called "Chu Ren"...maybe even more dangerous than the information.

Today's Sombra is also Intuition Max.