Boyfriends Always Turned out to Be a Horror Movie Boss

The sky was gloomy.

This year's winter is very cold, but there is no snow, on the contrary, it gives people a deep sense of depression.

Karina put her hand in her pocket and walked sadly on her way home.

Yesterday, her good friend Mary died, and the funeral was scheduled for tomorrow.

This makes Karina, who has never tasted the death of someone close to her, a little uncomfortable.

Moreover, she did feel that Mary's death was full of weird things. She wanted to know the truth.

The police car whistled, and Karina, who was still in a daze, woke up in a moment.

She turned to see, a police car stopped in front of a dilapidated two-story building, from which carried out a body covered with white cloth.

A strong, dishevelled middle-aged man also walked out of the house, full of bad luck.

"Damn it! Damn bastard! It's as useless as his mother

Karina frowned, and she hated this kind of swearing guy.

She didn't know the man or who the dead man was, so she curled her lips and was ready to leave.

"Dead Dead, dead... " A thin boy came running from far away and looked at the house where many policemen were pouring in. His expression was almost broken.

Karina looked at him suspiciously and asked, "are you Johnny?"

Johnny looked up timidly at her, revealing his red eyes under the lens.

"Is the dead man you know?"

Instead of answering her, Johnny lowered his head again. He bit his finger and muttered, "yes, he did it all. It was Morris who killed Zhou Yu - the next one will be me..."

Morris.

Karina frowned.

It was the second time she had heard the name.

Roaring -

the long gloomy sky finally thundered.

It's raining.

Zhou Yu was a little tired. After looking at the empty room, he could only help his forehead and sit on the bed for a rest.

The quirks of these days make him believe that there are some things in the world that science can't explain.

For example, the paintings he painted - and the tragedy that they caused his father Eugene.

Another example is that on that morning, Paul, who had planned to beat him, ran away without warning.

And the schoolbag from the burned classroom - and the black fingerprints on it.

And the sudden self mutilation of the man just now.

Is it the same thing?

Zhou Yu sighed, slightly raised the volume, and said: "although I don't know who you are, thank you for helping me a lot."

After a pause, Zhou Yu thought of those roses that appeared mysteriously in his locker.

"Besides, if those flowers are also from you - it's a bit inhumane, but I still want to say, please don't send any more."

Maurice's bright blue eyes, which were hanging from the ceiling, faded at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"I have someone I like."

I don't know why, this sentence blurted out.

Zhou Yu bit his lips with some chagrin, and soon forced himself to recover his indifference.

Who can he like?

The face of a smiling blonde boy appeared in his mind.

But it's a sin.

Even though we have stepped into the modern society, in this era of universal belief, homosexuality is not bound to the cross and burned as in the middle ages, but it will become a lifelong stain.

No company dares to have a gay employee.

Even in remote places, homosexuals are sent to mental hospitals.

Like the small town where he now lives, homosexuality is a disease, a blasphemy to the gods.

Morris came down from the ceiling, walked slowly to his best friend, and held out his burned hand.

His chest was burning with unexplained anger and sadness.

He wanted to know who his best friend loved and why he liked that person - although he knew that he didn't have enough reason to question these things.

But.

Why refuse his flowers.

It's your favorite flower.

Morris's dark eyes seem to have lit up two groups of blue ghost fire, people can not see the mood.

They are best friends, always.

And the best friends are always honest, aren't they.

So, how can anyone get involved in their friendship at will?Morris could not see himself with Zhou Yu, and gently kissed his earlobe. His eyes showed a little deep infatuation.

No matter who No one, nothing - can get involved between them.

When he knows who the shameless woman is - he will let her know what a real nightmare is.

Zhou Yu felt a cold breath close to him and disappeared after a moment.

He reached out and touched his cold earlobe. His grandmother's green eyes turned. He felt strange shyness.

Is that thing gone?

"Are you gone?"

In the quiet room, only the alarm clock on the desk ticked.

Zhou Yu's tight back relaxed slightly.

He blinked and looked out the window into the sky.

It's still raining outside. The rain hits the window, as if longing for the warm light in the window.

Should have offended that thing, after all, said so firmly.

Zhou Yu took off his wet trousers and put them on the chair beside his desk.

Because did not wear warm pants, so a pair of slender white tender thighs in the air exposed to the moment a layer of goose bumps.

Morris shrank in the corner of the wall and did not dare to move. He put his hand over his eyes, but in fact he could feel everything around him without his eyes.

Now, there is only one feeling in his heart - his Zhou Yu is a little thin, and his legs are very beautiful.

No, it should be said that every part of his Zhou Yu is very beautiful.

But the thought that these things will one day be occupied by an unknown woman, Morris was originally hidden in the bottom of his anger a little agitated.

He must find the woman who dares to seduce his good friend shamelessly!

In the narrow room, Zhou Yu moved his white toes and looked out of the window.

"This year, it hasn't snowed."

He had made an appointment with Morris to go to a snowball fight in the first snow of the year - childish as it sounds, but he was looking forward to it.

Zhou Yu shook his head, got up, took out a pajama from the closet, put on it, and then walked out of the room ready to wash.

In the room, Morris was slightly stunned.

He also remembered the agreement to have a snowball fight.

But.

It was destined to be an unfulfilled wish.

Morris looked down at his ugly hand and slowly clenched it expressionless.

Zhou Yu walked out of the room and saw Eugene lying on the ground. He just stopped swearing. Instead, he began to gasp. It seemed that he didn't breathe smoothly.

The young man with black hair and green eyes blinked. In a trance, he seemed to see a sickle formed by black fog against Eugene's throat, just like the sickle in the painting he painted yesterday.

"Hooray! Help me up! You want to murder me! Damned -- "Eugene, who had suffered a lot, still had some memory. He tried to suppress the swearing words, then reluctantly showed a smile and said," my dear son, help me, I can't breathe! "

Zhou Yu's green eyes flashed, and the corners of his lips lifted up and said, "yes, father."

of course, I will help you and help you go to hell to make atonement.

When he came to Eugene, Zhou Yu squatted down and asked with a pure face: "then, my dear father, as a reward, should you tell me the whereabouts of my mother?"

Eugene's muddy eyes were stagnant, the fat on his face trembled, and his voice was a bit harsh: "your whore, your mother? Oh, where else? I'm going to be a whore - ah! You damn it

Zhou Yu stood up with a gloomy look and kicked the man who looked like a pile of disgusting rotten meat. His voice, which was originally clear and pleasant, was also low: "is it? Then you bastard, why don't you go to hell and be a jerk

The feeble man was so weak that his flesh trembled with the kick, and he was almost in tears.

Zhou Yu looked at him without expression, howled, stepped on Eugene's hand indifferently, and walked to the bathroom to wash in his scream.

Some people will never correct their mistakes.

Crystal snowflakes fall, that strange polygon to give people a beautiful sense of enjoyment.

A snowflake gradually falling, melting in a pure white.

Lying in bed, the black haired boy was sleeping quietly, and several snowflakes hung on his long eyelashes.

Under his thin eyelids, there are rolling eyes, which indicate the fact that he is about to wake up.

Jingling bell -

the clear wind bell rings, ethereal and beautiful.

Zhou Yu was awakened from his sweet sleep by the ringing of the wind.

Is this a dream?

Zhou Yu lies in bed, looking at the ceiling that becomes a painting of the night sky and the snowflakes falling from the painting.His green eyes trembled and he slowly sat up from the bed.

He reached out to catch a snowflake and watched the crystal clear snowflake gradually melt in his warm palm, and Zhou Yu's green eyes gradually brightened up.

It's snowing.

It's beautiful.

Zhou Yu looked around and found that there was a layer of snow all over the narrow room.

With the falling snow, the whole room is as beautiful as a fairy tale.

From the bed, Zhou Yu's white instep also fell some snowflakes, but strangely, he did not feel a trace of cold.

A layer of snow had accumulated on the floor, and every step would creak.

Zhou Yu went to the window of the room and saw that it was white and empty outside.

It was rare that he was interested in something. Zhou Yu quickly walked to the door and opened the closed door.

Sure enough, the world outside the door is quite different.

The dark and cramped living room disappeared, only a vast plain.

A great place for snowball fights.

"Hi! Zhou Yu A familiar voice came from behind.

Zhou Yu froze at once. His eyes, like crystal clear, flashed in an instant.

He turned and saw the blonde boy standing not far away.

The boy's short golden hair is as chaotic as ever as weeds, but he has a face enough to make people forget all this.

The facial features are deep and delicate, like the most beautiful works depicted by God.

Young blue eyes are full of smile, so that no one will ignore the beautiful eyes.

"Morris, you're back."

The black haired boy is staring at the blonde boy in front of him. He has been looking forward to it for a long time, but now he is at a loss.

"Let's have a snowball fight." The blonde had a bright smile.

The black haired boy looked at the familiar smile on the familiar face and bent his eyes gently.

The next moment, a snowball hit the handsome face of the blonde.

Zhou Yu held the snowball from the ground and narrowed his eyes with a smile: "good."

Soon, the snow will ring belongs to the young people's laughter, as if people can forget all the pain in reality.

I don't know how long after, Zhou Yu was tired of playing, then cunning smile, took Morris's hand and fell on the soft snow.

"Ha ha! I've been cheated, Maurice! Now you have more snow on you than I do

"Ah! It's not fair! " The blonde boy, who was pressed on by the black haired boy, puffed up his face.

"Slightly ~" Zhou Yuchong put out his tongue to Morris, and there was no coldness in the face of outsiders.

Morris looked at his friend who was pressing on him. His blue eyes gradually became a little dark.

Zhou Yu also looked at Maurice under his body, four eyes facing each other.

The blazing breath interlaced between each other, even the air became ambiguous.

Morris stretched out his arm around Zhou Yu and put his lips close to Zhou Yu's pale thin lips.

The alarm goes off.

The boy's long eyelashes trembled and opened his eyes.

There was still a mist in his grandmother's green eyes.

The author has something to say: Thank linluokylin, Tianmi, yingfeicaohang for their mines ~ thank the cherubs for their mines ~

thank you for the claustrophobic and bloody grenades ~ thank the little angels for their grenades ~ they cost money ~ hold a kiss! Thank you for your nutrition!

Little theater:

Morris: (gives out roses)

Zhou Yu: (refuses)

future world consciousness: (disdainful smile. JPG) is it good to be a licking dog?

Morris: (grimy smile) of course, it's delicious. There's one thing to say, licking the dog till the end. (tying the future) Dad! This is for you!

Nightmare world consciousness: (catch the future) little bunny! The future is what you can throw around! (second change gentle face look to the future) future! I bought a new island! Let's go on holiday!

Future world consciousness: bah! (as a world consciousness, never admit defeat. JPG)

in this paper, the author points out that, as a world consciousness, he will never admit defeat