Cool rain knows autumn

Chapter 1

Cool rain knows autumn

Author: Yang Yang Jin Shu

Introduction:

@杨杨锦书[Soft, soft, beautiful, sick and tender, attacked by a vicious, cruel, violent and strong man]

The cover is two protagonists who love each other very much~ I drew it by myself, it only fits my own aesthetics~ I hope you don't dislike it.WB appreciates the high-definition pictures.

Copywriting: He originally thought that his young man died in the morning sun that hadn't had time to rise.But he didn't want God to take pity on him and let him meet him again.

The boy gave him the hope of living, and of course he also gave him the freedom to live.

Su Qiu picked up a little white rabbit, it's so pretty, it must be taken home and pampered.

Liang Yu met a big bad wolf, she felt so safe, she must follow him home and hide.

"Autumn"

"Ok?"

"Would you like me to be blonde or black?"

"They all look good, I like them all."

"I like it too." Liang Yu whispered with her face pressed against Su Qiu's back.

"what do you like?"

"I like you." Su Qiu stopped, looked back at the little boy who was hugging her, and pinched his nose.

"Big kid, do you know what liking is?"

"Of course I do. I like you, that's all."

After speaking, the young man stood on tiptoe and kissed softly on the young man's chin.

Content tags: powerful and powerful family, modern overhead growth

Search keywords: Protagonist: Liang Yu, Su Qiu┃Supporting roles: Poison Eagle, Guan Surou, Spencer, Owen┃Others: The article has been greatly revised, please pay attention.

One-sentence introduction: I raised it myself, so of course I pamper it myself.

Conception: Life will not always be so smooth, living in darkness and turning into darkness.Fortunately, I can still meet my own light, and salvation begins when the light appears.

1. The boy in the tower.

◎In the year 221 of the Interstellar Era, countries have ceased fighting for ten years and have established the most stable relationship of peaceful coexistence.I thought that after signing the agreement jointly... ◎

In the year 221 of the Interstellar Era, countries have ceased fighting for ten years and have established the most stable relationship of peaceful coexistence.I thought that there would be no more violence after the agreement was jointly signed, but I didn't want the evil heart spawned by power to spread violently.

The old and dilapidated castle of country B is hidden in the coniferous forest of the western continent.

The rusty iron gates are covered with bright white roses. The huge castle seems to be dead and uninhabited, but it is cleaned spotlessly. The flowers in the garden are blooming, whether it is the vines climbing the wall or the dwarf flowers in the garden. It is full of holy white roses. There is a small stud farm behind the castle, and three or two thoroughbred horses are taking small steps in it.

The wind of juniper mixed with roses is blowing in the September air, and teenagers aged twelve or thirteen are wearing medieval pure white gowns and stepping barefoot on the soft soil.The beautiful mother is holding a camera to record the beauty of the boy. The boy under the camera has a face of a country A, but has blond hair, white skin and eyes. The angel has seen the flowers in this garden.Looking at the white roses in the garden, the young man had the desire to pick them for the first time. His white and slender fingers held the vines, and the sharp thorns pierced into the young man's skin without hesitation. For the first time, the young man felt pain The tearful eyes were actually smiling.

"Mom? What is this?" The boy looked at the bright red oozing from his fingers and asked his mother with a smile.

The mother didn't panic, she put down the camera and walked towards the boy slowly, "This is blood, fresh blood." The mother took out a handkerchief and wanted to wipe it off for the boy, but the boy withdrew her hand, "It's very bright and beautiful, I want to keep it."

The mother lovingly rubbed the boy's fluffy blond hair, "Okay."

The tall butler walked towards the mother and the child without saying a word, but they both knew that the time was up.

Along the way, the mother held the boy's intact hand, and the boy stared at the blood-stained hand with surprising liking. He walked through the corridor with exquisite murals and walked up the cool wooden steps step by step back to the tower where he had been locked up for 15 years.

Since the young man was born, his world has only been this tower, and the only thing left is the scenery from the window. Although the young man is of mixed race, he can cover up his blond hair and ignore his white and shiny skin, but he is a real person. The appearance of a person from country A looks very similar to that of his mother, except that his eyes are much larger and more lively.The only person he knows is his mother, who occasionally comes to papa, whom he is a little afraid of. That person likes to call him that, but his mother doesn't like it. A tall and handsome Chinese from C has the same eyes and hair as himself.

And the butler who can't speak.I also saw a few workers who trimmed the garden through the window, and they spoke words that I didn't understand.Even though I was born here, I can only speak and recognize the language of country A taught by my mother.

As night came, the whistle of the car sounded outside the castle, and the teenager who fell asleep in his mother's arms felt the trembling of his mother's body and the fear in the atmosphere.Although the boy woke up, he didn't open his eyes, because he knew that his mother didn't want her to see him in a mess.The mother struggled to pick up the boy and put him on the bed in the small room and locked the door. The boy didn't know what happened. When the door was opened again, the person who asked him to call himself papa stood at the door. Papa beckoned to him. The boy walked out of the room and stood in front of Papa. Papa handed him a neatly trimmed white rose.

"I heard you like it. This is today's gift." Papa spoke fluent A language.The young man didn't dare to move after taking the rose, and Papa didn't care about him turning around and handed the incomparably beautiful cheongsam in his hand to his mother. The mother's eyes were already red, and her hands were trembling uncontrollably. Papa's eyes are terrible, and no one can violate it.

The boy's legs were a little weak, and he leaned his back against the wall and slowly squatted down, burying his head between his legs, only showing a pair of blue eyes looking at the two of them.

Papa clung to his mother's side without waiting for her to do it, and unbuttoned the cheongsam on her body one by one.The room was dimly lit, and the boy only remembered that his mother's stripped body had been put on a red gold jade bead cheongsam.It was the most beautiful piece of clothing the boy had ever seen. Papa's mobile game was walking on the cheongsam and she suddenly tore the flawless cheongsam frantically. The mother pushed Papa away with strength from nowhere, pushed the curled up boy by the wall into the small room and locked the door.On the other side of the door, the screams and curses that the boy had heard countless times sounded. The boy was at a loss and just sat behind the door waiting for the calm to arrive.

The pierced hand in the daytime clenched the flower of the white rose, and the blood stained the petals and died in the boy's hand together with the air.There was no sound outside the door, the young man let go of his hand, and the rose in his hand changed its shape. The young man took the rose and walked to the easel, picked up the brush and drew a picture with only red roses in ten minutes, and the right side of the bright red canvas The boy in the lower corner is drawing a tender white jasmine.

For three full hours, the boy remained motionless looking at the same jasmine flower as on the windowsill.The canvases were still thrown on the ground and piled up with other works. Looking closely, it seems that there is a lifelike jasmine flower in the lower right corner of each painting, which may be the unique symbol of teenagers.

It was already noon the next day when the door was opened again, and the boy lay on the carpet with his eyes open all night.The butler took the milk and bread and lightly knocked on the pushed open wooden door. The young man stood up from the ground and looked over the butler to see his mother lying on the bed.

His mother's face was pale and her eyes were closed, but her face was flawless, because he had heard from Papa that her mother's face was a supreme art, a treasure of the rich, and a sacred object that should not be desecrated.But the exposed neck, collarbone, and arms are full of scratches, teeth marks, and bruises.

It's not the first time the boy saw him, so he wasn't that excited or scared. He just looked at the butler pitifully. The butler put down the food in his hand, took out an ointment from his pocket, handed it to the boy, and then closed the door and went out. .The young man walked slowly to his mother's bed, lifted the quilt and mother's clothes skillfully, and watched the bruised mother carefully rubbing the medicine with a blank face, and his movements were gentle so as not to wake her up.It wasn't until he touched his knees that he saw that both knees were broken, and the wounds were not completely solidified and still oozing blood. The young man couldn't control the force and hurt his mother. The mother opened her eyes and looked at the young man, and said sadly.

"Liang Yu, my good boy, mom is fine."

The boy didn't talk but climbed onto the bed, curled up in his mother's arms and leaned against it, listening to the unhurried heartbeat, he fell asleep peacefully.

The next morning, there was a lively sound under the tower. The boy got up and stood in front of the window with great interest. His mother was still asleep, and the garden was bustling with seven or eight people who were busy trimming the yard. No one looked up and noticed the tower. The boy above, the boy was also curious and happy when he heard what they said they didn't understand.

For four full hours, the boy didn't move a single step. The man left. The housekeeper came up to open the door. The boy couldn't wait to run to the garden. There was still the smell of strangers in the air. The boy was so happy that he pushed away the housekeeper and ran barefoot in the garden. In the rose bush.The butler also walked away, and he didn't want to disturb him during this free half hour.

Bare feet can always feel everything on the ground. The strange feeling makes the young man stop at the coldness of his feet and dare to stop and bow his head. He knows this thing. When he sees workers using it, he always leans against his ear, as if there is someone on the opposite side of this thing. Generally speaking.The boy hid it in his clothes, like an adventurer who has obtained a treasure, putting things in his heart and spinning around happily.

After returning to the tower, the teenager hid in the small room, and the phone rang