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The legency of appetence(欲望遗产）written by 此人已死 drom Lofter

the original link:https://ryuusuke.lofter.com/post/1cc28a98_1cb209a44

the original writer:https://ryuusuke.lofter.com/

Chapter 3

Mr. Earl

August 10, 2017

— [There is a bubble in my mouth, it hurts a bit, what is this?

-[send me a photo. ]

-[Photo]

— [That's an ulcer, idiot. ]

It had been a month since Wang Yao was whimsical and mentioned Ivan's thoughts of going to school at the dinner table.

Now he was sitting in a university classroom as an auditor, texting and flirting with Ivan. Wang Yao was not a bad student. On the contrary, he was very serious. It was an open class that he came here especially. It was just that the teacher on the podium had a bright bald head, which made him a little distracted.

— [Why can’t you go to class well? ]

—[You didn’t work hard either. ]

— [Who paid you the tuition? You unscrupulous prostitute. ]

— [My ass, sir:)]

At this time, the back door squeaked, and a person squeezed in.

 In fact, there was very little movement from the visitors, but Wang Yao was very close to the door, so he could hear it clearly. He glanced sideways at the man, who was very conspicuous.

He is tall, handsome, blond and blue-eyed, wearing a pair of squiggly glasses, disguising the rough body like a shy big boy. He looked around, then fixed his eyes on Wang Yao's direction, and walked over quickly.

"Hi, I've seen you!" He bent over, tried to shrink his size, leaned close to Wang Yao's head, and whispered, "There are so many people in this class."

The stranger sat on the steps next to Wang Yao, smiled nonchalantly, introduced himself, "My name is Alfred·F·Jones,what about you?”

“Wang Yao.”

“Well,It should be okay to call you Yao.”Alfred winked in the direction of the ring on Wang Yao’s ring finger while Wang Yao even didn’t give him a glance.

 After class, Alfred was still entwined behind Wang Yao, chattering non-stop.

"Aren't you going to publish a small report? Come and finish it with me." Al sent out an enthusiastic invitation.

"Ah, no, and I'm just an observer, no one will care if I do or not."

"Don't say that, alas, I'm a few years younger than you, I should. Are you married? Who did you marry with? Girl?"

"Who sent you here? Social worker? Investigate whether I lied to the US green card?" Wang Yao responded with three questions.

Al scratched his head in distress, and together they walked out the door and down the steps. Many young people gathered on the lawn. Some people tried to send them strange leaflets, but Wang Yao refused.

A Cadillac parked roadside, not a high-end series, but obviously after some modification, like wild horses quietly parked at the roadside to rest.

Wang Yao opened the door of the co-pilot, greeted Ivan, asked him what he wanted to eat at night, and fastened his seat belt by the way.

At this time, the back door was also opened, and a person sat in.

Ivan frowned and turned round, looked at the big bulky Americans bent and squeeze into the seats looking around ,nodded with satisfaction.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Hi."

"Get out."

Alfred twisted his hips and adjusted a more comfortable position.

He threw the backpack to the seat next to him, then buckled his seat belt, reported his address to Ivan's unhappy face, and finally thanked him very politely.

"Ah, wait, you are the owner of that Labrador?"

Wang Yao turned his head from the rearview mirror, looked at Al again curiously, and slapped Ivan on the back of the head.The dark horse started in the master's cursing voice, dragging a string of exhaust emissions onto the main road.

“How do you know I have a Labrador? "

“I occasionally accompany it to throw a frisbee. "

Alfred seemed to have suddenly realized,and he laughed heartily.His blue eyes narrowed like a big happy dog.

"So you are my neighbor! I don't go home very much. Fortunately, my dog is very smart. His name is Edmund."

"Teach me how to train a dog."

"You have a dog, too?"

"No."

Alfred was a little confused, but he didn't say anything.He turned his attention to Ivan—A very handsome man, unfortunately was also a gloomy and introverted person. But no matter how you saw him, you couldn’t tell that he was like a dog.

"Writing a report with me! I have already thought about the object of study, Count Monte Cristo!"

Wang Yao rolled his eyes. He looked at each other in the rearview mirror, "Don't you think it's a bit old-fashioned? Do you like European literature?"

"Yeah, why not!Who hasn’t had any European complex yet.When I was young, I often imagined myself as a king or a noble baron in the court.Unexpectedly, when I grew up, I was paying my school loan and taking two jobs, hahaha.” Alfred shook his golden head, "What were you doing when you were a kid?"

"Play the piano in Vienna."

"Really?"

"No."

Alfred sighed to himself, thinking that Wang Yao was really a mean person.Thinking of being friends with such a person, He couldn’t help but feel sad for himself.

"Both you and him have such bad personalities, how did you get together."

Ivan slammed on the brakes, and the butt of the car almost swing onto the sidewalk. "Get off."

Wang Yao unfastened his seat belt and got out of the car with his own book, followed by Alfred. Together they watched Ivan drive into the garage, and then went back to each one’s house.

“Yao!”

Alfred called the beautiful man across the fence. "Why do you wear long-sleeved clothes in the summer?"

Wang Yao walked a few steps and approached the waist-length fence. The smell of violets rushing over his face made him take a deep breath.

"I don't think you are a fool, so stop talking nonsense," Wang Yao raised his head, his lips were close to the tip of Al's nose, and there were bruises in the gap of the collar. "Or, you want to take off my clothes and see for yourself?"

Wang Yao retreated a safe distance and ignored Alfred who was stunned in place.

He passed by the mailbox and found that it was finally no longer covered with dust. After pinching out a few letters with his fingers, he was disappointed to find that they were all advertisements and bills.

He took out the key,and the panda keychain let out a short scream, unscrewing the door of the house.

The bell hanging on the gate let out a contrived sound of creaming, and quietly closed its mouth after the gate was closed.

He took off his newly bought canvas shoes, bent his legs and pulled off the white socks on his feet, stepping barefoot on the cold floor.

Then he began to take off his clothes one by one.He first pulling off the long-sleeved T-shirt with a hood.The collar took his hair rope off , and his black hair fell loosely on his chest. He didn't care.

Went to the stairs, he slipped out of his trousers and stepped pver the clothes curling up, stepped on first steps.Counting the numbers silently in his heart, when he stepped on the eleventh step, he took off his white boxer briefs.

When he walked to the bedroom door, naked and covered with ugly scars, the man was smoking a cigarette in front of the window with his back to him.He turned his head when he heard his kitten footsteps, and leaned on the window sill and stared at him against the light.

Maybe even if Ivan dies one day, he will still remember this man.

Remember his beautiful and rare purple eyes, white blonde hair, beautifully-lined back waist, wrists exuding the fragrance of citrus and dragon, fingers holding cigarettes, and lips spitting out smoke.

Remember how he was like when he hate him,or love him.

Wang Yao walked up to the man and snuggled into the other's arms, but he could not get a gentle kiss.

He knew the man had gotten mad.

He kissed the corner of Ivan's mouth, stroked the delicate Veridin fabric with both hands, slowly knelt on the ground, and looked up at the fuzzy face.

The glow of the setting sun melted into his eyes, making his eyelids squinted.

Wang Yao pulled the other party's trousers chain and pressed his side face to the half erect sexual organs, his tongue licked the congested glans along the bulging blood vessels, and swallowed that hideous desire.He exhausted the power of his tongue, allowing it to invade the soft throat, just to please the man with a pitiful touch.

The setting sun sinks below the horizon and never looks back.

Ivan grabbed Wang Yao's wrist, squeezed it in his palm and rubbed it for a while, then pressed the faintly burning cigarette butt onto the clean skin.The flesh burned quietly in the air, and he climaxed in the trembling cry and retching of his lover.

Wang Yao swallowed the fishy semen, tears briefly blurred his vision. The physical pain made his brain sober, but the pleasure it brought sent him into the abyss.

"I have told you," Ivan stretched his trousers chain, tidyed up the pleats, and put his hands on the blinds, "I have told you..."

After that, Ivan's words gradually became confused, and a few Russian words were stuffed into English.The speed of speaking has also become faster, and in the end it completely becomes his mother tongue.Every time he flicked his tongue, he spit out much malice. "Никто не может мeHя бpоситb." (No one can leave me.)

The floor was covered with shards of glass, extending all the way to the carpet at the entrance of the bathroom. They gathered together and turned into despised rose petals.

Wang Yao was pressed into the cold water of the bath, his own blood was choked in his lungs. He was not sure whether this movement was heard by his "kind" neighbor.Ten minutes later, the police siren resembled the startled strings of a violin in a concerto, cutting through the tranquility of the street, and the police who received the radio report knocked on the door.

* Nonsense: Human skin buckle is my sexual addiction, I selfishly stuffed it in. Russian is my sexual addiction, so I always write Ivan speak Russian.

In the end, it was not Ivan, but Stepan, because they are similar, so Wang Yao at first did not distinguish between them as two people, Los is the only conscience of Ivan.

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[bigpandahero]

The legacy of appetence(欲望遗产 written by 此人已死  in Lofter）

the original writer :此人已死

the original link:https://ryuusuke.lofter.com/post/1cc28a98_1cb209a44

chapter 2

Salmon

 The first time Wang Yao received a call from Edward von Bok was when Ivan was busy laying wallpaper, and the overly cautious and low voice followed the electric current into Wang Yao's ears.

"Who are you?"

"Lover."

"...What about the boss?" A smart man always knows which voices to ignore.

"He's doing decoration." Wang Yao was chewing gum feeling little bored.With sticky bubbles blowing in his mouth, his voice sounded very vague.

"This is Edward. The metal paint of the original order is out of stock. The other party wants to change the brand. Be in the shop before two o'clock in the afternoon. Wish you a good day and goodbye."

The other party hung up after speaking, without even giving Wang Yao a second to say goodbye.

Neither party left a good impression on that call. And this time, Wang Yao stared at the caller's name, he had a hunch that it would not be much better than the former one.

Wang Yao didn't take the initiative to speak after answering the phone, so the person opposite seemed to perceive something and hesitated to speak.

“Where is the boss?”

Wang Yao was silent, glanced at the person who was eating in the dog pot on the open space next to the dining table.He walked up to him angrily, kicked his dog pot, and the food was scattered all over the floor.

He held the phone in the direction of Ivan, and then Edward heard a string of angry dog barks in the receiver.

This time Edward hung up directly.

It may be difficult for most people to imagine that a person will be like a dog, because for humans, walking on the ground with hands and feet is very funny and unbearable.

But Ivan, oh no, it's Los, he is a dog through and through.

It walks slowly and gracefully, and likes to rub its head on the side of your trousers to coquetry. Those purple eyes had discarded the complexity of human nature, crushed some simple kindness and gentleness, leaving you with the most sincere trust and company. It will always be your most loyal Los.

But Wang Yao didn't like it, which meant he had to take care of it, do all the housework, and sometimes even prevented it from estrus.

 What a joke, even if it had a look of human, he wouldn't have sex with a dog.

Even in just a few short hours, Wang Yao felt that he was dying.

 He is a useless person.

His hands were never flexible and powerful, he couldn’t lift heavy things as easily as Ivan who could even wring out a square rag. Walking for him was also a little inconvenient, which is the reason why he doesn't like to go out.

 When it rains, the bones of the whole body will scream in the figure with pain, and he is so annoyed that he couldn’t wait to take them out and smash them to ashes. At first, Wang Yao didn't realize that there were other personalities hidden in Ivan's body, because they were somewhat similar, and they were not quite easy to be distinguished.

July 3, 2015

 As an adult, Wang Yao and his acquaintance were not very good, worse than the vomit of a hangover.

 Wang Yao stood in the back alley of the bar to sober up. He curled his hands and feet in the cold wind and stared at the puddles on the ground in a daze. He was a bartender, but his works tasted terrible. The reason why he can still work in the bar was only because the guests like his beautiful and young face. The price is that strangers often try to get him drunk.He always gritted his teeth with ulterior motives,supporting his shaky body. .

The rough sound of door opening behind him, and he shuddered.

A drunkard stumbled out from the back door of the bar—he had light blond hair and was as pale as a ghost in the moonlight.The soles of the feet were crushing the gravel, making a disturbing sound in the dark alley,his tall body swallowed the moonlight into the shadows, and he strode towards Wang Yao with his strong fists, rude and frightening.

“Mister......”

Even after a quite long time, Wang Yao never said a whole word in front of this man.

He fell to the ground with a fist, nosebleeds running down his dry lips to his chin. The nosebleeds converged into droplets of thick plasma, burrowed into the soil and disappeared.

“Не повезло тебе, коротышка." (Unlucky for you,imp.)

The man stepped over his fallen body, chanting words of inexplicable meaning, and walked deep into the alley.

Familiar voices pierced into Wang Yao's ears, and memories of wandering around midnight for countless times appeared in his brain. Cold sweat oozes from his palms, and those dark thoughts disturbed him.

I had studied Russian for three years just to remember one of your swear words. "please wait! "

Wang Yao grabbed the stranger's trousers, half of the man's face hidden under the heavy scarf, only a pair of dark purple eyes squinted at his embarrassed body from the night sky. "Tell me your name! имя!" "Отпусти свою руку, Сука." (Let go of your hand, bitch.)

The man tapped his tongue impatiently, and easily pulled the corner of his clothes back from his weak hand.He kicked the bow tie on Wang Yao's chest with his toes flat, leaving the opponent with an indifferent back.

Damn it.

Wang Yao quickly got up and drew a broken wine bottle from the trash can. He clenched the narrow mouth of the bottle with both hands, and slammed it down at the golden head.

He was not strong enough to smash the wine bottle, but he still let the hapless guy kneel down on the ground.

“Fuck！”

The man covered the back of his head, which was bleeding. He curled up and whimpered vaguely.

He stood up swayingly, squeezing a drop or two of emotionless tears into his eyes, looking at Wang Yao in confusion.

“Are we fighting?”

Wang Yao stared at the man, threw away the wine bottle in his hand, and slammed it on the ground. He rubbed his hands, wiped his nosebleeds, and smiled pleasantly.

“Damn it!We are making love !Now,tell me your name,Russian.”

If anyone asks, Wang Yao will explain like this ---the god of love broke out of the ground and gave him a blow,  feeling like being struck by lightning.

In the early morning of the next day, the victim and the offender did not show up at the police station, but the church

They applied for a marriage license and even took a photo.

The pale picture frame froze them,there was neither smile nor hug .They were like gangsters who were about to go to jail.

At that time, Wang Yao hadn't realized that the person was not Ivan. If he knew, he would fight to death with that person in the alley,but kissing him,making the promise”I would never leave you” like a woman.

See ,what big trouble he caused himself.

Wang Yao forget to close the door when he went out to check the mailbox.Los slipped out of the door, chasing behind his ass .

The Labrador next door was playing frisbee with itself in the yard. He was really clever. Wang Yao wanted to learn how to train dogs from his owner.

The frisbee flew into Wang Yao's lawn for the twentieth time. Wang Yao was trying to snatch it from Los's mouth and return the frisbee to the poor Labrador.

"Los! Fuck, let go of your mouth!If the neighbor saw me I would be arrested to the fucking jail! Damn it!"

Los showed silver canine teeth, clutching the Frisbee tightly, squatting on the ground like a dog, and made a threatening sound in his mouth.

"Well, buy you a Frisbee! A new one! Bigger than this!" Lost reluctantly let go, and Wang Yao was finally able to get the Frisbee that had been gnawed by a dog.The Frisbee was still stained with human sleeping fluid, which turned into a shiny perverted medal on the Frisbee.

Wang Yao wanted to die.

But Los loved Wang Yao a lot.

In the corner of the bedroom, there was a large cardboard box with its name crookedly written in a pencil. It was filled with dog bones and strange sex toys, as well as socks and Wang Yao's panties that had been put in by himself.

He threw the Frisbee back into the yard next door, and then heard a dissatisfied dog barking from the other side-it must be because it was covered with the smell of Los.

Wang Yao dragged him into the house before he opened his mouth and howled in an attempt to quarrel with the Labrador.

In this regard, Mr. Braginsky knew that he had a dog in his body. Every time he changed back to his master, he would be silent for a long time.

*Discloseable information:

Edward is a man who engraved caution into his DNA, and he is the only person in the auto repair shop who knows the truth and is not afraid of Ivan. Wang Yao had met Ivan a long time ago, and he was three years younger than the opponent.

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[bigpandahero]

The legacy of appetence（the translation of 欲望遗产 from Lofter written by 此人已死）

Original link：https://ryuusuke.lofter.com/post/1cc28a98_1cb209a44

Original author：此人已死（from lofter）

Home link：https://ryuusuke.lofter.com/

Authorized reprint translation.

thank to @ask-ivanbraginsky for your help!

chapter1:

July 20, 2017

The culprit

 July 20, 2017

 Potato .beef. onion.

 Every time he took something off the shelf, Wang Yao would cross out a word on the list. He looked for discounted goods in various barcodes, a pen and paper in hand. He pushed his shopping cart as he walked around the supermarket. Until seeing the last thing on the list, wine.

 Wang Yao went out to a supermarket very rarely.This time he went out because the refrigerator was empty, like his brain. He entered, throwing a coin and heard a Do re mi.

 He walked to the shelf picking out a 700ml bottle of vodka and checked the price, cautious as a housewife, he finally chose the 50ml "baby bottle" next to him. 

The checkout cashier was chewing bubble gum. They looked at him with disdain, a look that Wang YAO was accustomed to. This kind of look had been haunting him since he became an adult. 

He looked down at the gray tracksuit he was wearing, and his plush slippers of the Sesame Street cartoon character. He looked like a hapless boy with a drunkard father. 

He swept the colorful over-packaged goods into a sturdy plastic shopping bag—a blue squirrel logo was printed on it, its face squeezed out of shape by a box of cereal.

 What kind of perversion will paint the squirrel blue.

 Wang Yao heard the cashier from behind turn his head and whisper something to his colleague. He carried the plastic bag and walked out of the automatic door blankly. The toy monkeys on both sides shouted "Welcome".

 He walked home, passing by an open park. There were a few young people playing baseball on the lawn. He sat on the promenade smoking a cigarette and unscrewed a bottle of ice sprite. He drank down half the bottle in one breath, then allowed the carbon dioxide to tumble in his stomach for a while. 

He took out the wine bottle that he struggled to find from the plastic bag, imagined that the small metal bottle cap was the heavenly spirit cap of some heinous person, opened it with his teeth in a crisp "bom" and poured it in happily. His body began to get hot, sweating from his back in the 28-degree weather. The polyester cloth stuck to the skin, uncomfortably. He threw his leg anxiously-in the season when others were wearing short-sleeved T-shirts, he was still wearing long-sleeved trousers. In times like this he thought of the Russian, and began to scold him furiously in his mind. He silently cursed, mouthing the words that went along with his thoughts. He was suddenly interrupted, he snapping back to reality. "Hey! Damn gay! Help us pick up the ball!”

everal young people gathered together maliciously and whispered. They made nasty gestures and sneered unscrupulously in Wang Yao's direction. 

Fuck.

 He pressed the cigarette butt on the bench, swept away the soot from his thigh and raised his butt, bending over to pick up the baseball on the grass. He threw it at the crowd fiercely, then made a more wretched gesture. 

My paramour could screw all your fucking “balls” off.

 Wang Yao shook the plastic bottle in his hand and heard the remaining liquid hit the wall of the bottle with a hollow echo.

 He finally took the plastic bag and went on his way, stopping to place the wine bottle down by a homeless man who laid lifeless on the side of the road against the wall.

 He returned to the white-roofed house and passed by the neighbor's beautiful fence with a few swaggering violets planted in it. He inadvertently looked inside, and happened to meet the eyes of the Labrador. Even though he had moved in a month ago and had returned his flying disk a dozen times, the dog still didn't recognize him, damn it. 

While the dog annoyingly barked, he glanced at the empty mailbox, then, as timid as a thief, he unscrew the door handle of his home. 

The person inside the door was standing by the shoe cabinet. They smiled, watching him with a pair of indifferent purple eyes exposed under ash-gold hair.

"You came back early." Wang Yao greeted dryly. "There is nothing I need to do today.  You didn't tell me you would go out—you went out again in slippers?" Wang Yao threw the key under the nose of the man who was nagging like a woman, and sat on the steps to change shoes .

the key has a key chain of panda holding a bamboo hanging on . It hurt the man's face. Wang Yao was very gloating, even though this man named Ivan Braginsky was his lover.

The keychain was the first and last time they went to the amusement park together and won with a gun. To be precise, Wang Yao won with a gun himself.

Because Ivan doesn’t have a good temper to wait for him, but Wang Yao is as stubborn as a cow.He seems to be possessed by a demon and must win the key chain.

In the end, he took the key chain from the boss who were smile flatteringly for $25 in front of the game booth which  you would cost 2.50 dollars each time on shooting. Wang Yao believes that the main reason for the inaccuracy of shooting was the sexual harassment of him by Ivan during this period. Ivan—Standing upright and stomping his feet impatiently, like a dishonest vibrator, he patted Wang Yao's ass and yelled in his ear: "You fucking under the noses of these men pouched and played with a toy gun for more than half an hour, just for a piece of junk plastic!"

Of course, no one was able to help Wang Yao in the end. He was thrown into the toilet cubicle by the Russian man by the collar. It is estimated that all the men who went to the amusement park to go to the toilet that day could hear him being fucked. Now he still could memorize the smell of air freshener choking in his throat as long as he saw the panda.

Ivan turned a blind eye to Wang Yao's innocuous violence. He always indulges him in all the trivial things, and people who are not familiar with him would think that he is a good gentleman.

Ivan is being troubled by something more important-a headache gnaws at his brain like a devil, and his alcohol addiction has blurred his consciousness. He lifted the plastic bag on the ground and pressed it against the wall to hold himself who was about to fall. It took a while, and then he stood up straight again. At first, his steps were still a little staggering, but soon, he began a brisk pace, walked to the refrigerator, hummed a few unexplained Russian, twisted the refrigerator in the shape of the Eiffel Tower before opening the refrigerator door. He snorted impatiently, and tossed the food into the cold storage as before.

"You forgot to throw away the paper notes."

Wang Yao followed him to the living room, listening to unfamiliar Russian in his ears, slowly translating it into English in his head, and lightly taking a glass of tap water for himself.

"So, where's the wine?"

Wang Yao put down the glass, and the bottom of the glass touched the marble table ,letting out a crisp sigh. He stared at the swirling vortex in the cup, cold sweat was oozing clearly on his forehead, but his bones creaked in excitement. Before exhaling a breath in his chest, he answered the question from the person behind him in Russian: "I have drunk it all”.

All the words he didn't have time to say were stuffed back into his throat by the strong, opaque plastic bag with the blue squirrel on it. Ivan's forearm muscles bulged, like the thighs of a carnivore running. He tightened the mouth of the plastic bag, twisted the other's fragile neck, and dragged Wang Yao's struggling body up the stairs.

The process was extremely unsatisfactory and annoying, and the alcohol addiction made him more irritable, so he pressed Wang Yao's head and slammed twice on the newly laid pine-green wallpaper. The plastic stopped the splashing blood and the blood turned into a dark shadow on the back of the blue squirrel. Wang Yao who was rebelling was like a kitten in a bag, weak and vulnerable.

Wang Yao was thrown on the soft bed. A thick tape was wrapped around his mouth with a plastic bag to seal the last oxygen. He tried to break it with his fingers, but it was useless.

His hands were grabbed by Ivan, and he couldn't see anything. He just guessed from this strength that Ivan’s knees were pressing on his arms. It was very painful and heavy, and even the thought of resisting was blocked. Pressed under the body. Wang Yao gradually calmed down and even breathed regularly. The sound around him fluctuated in the dark with his breathing. The sound of fine plastic fragments no longer pierced the ears, but turned into a regular pulse. His head was soaked in carbon dioxide, warm and damp, squeezed in a narrow film, he looked at the only light circle in the dimness-the hands tore the uterus, holding the weak head, playing with the balance of life and death.

He finished his dying ejaculation at the end of suffocation.

Ivan helped Wang Yao get rid of the tape that bound him on his head. The tape tore off a few long black hairs, connecting to the coagulated blood entangled in the hair. He took off Wang Yao's clothes, revealing his familiar and obsessed body.

The setting sun flicked through Wang Yao's eyes, reflecting the golden light of bronze.The black hair scattered beside the beautiful face, constituting the most mysterious color in the oil painting, blurring the limitation of gender. The naked body was covered with old scars and fresh bruises, wounds which were cracking and the redness that was swollen. The body was still beautiful, graceful and weak.The bloody scars made him show the power of life, making him no longer a flawless corpse.

Those scars were incomplete by Ivan, but he still deserved to be the culprit, although most of the time Wang Yao had to take the responsibility. Yao liked enraged him, teasing him, and sometimes even gave that handsome face to two resounding slap. Even if he knew that Ivan was insane, he would still deliberately drink up the wine at home, hiding it, observing the person in front of him turn into another devil who would chase his butt to strangle him.After waking up, decorate all with a terrible sex until dawn.

“Stepan? "

"Damn it, don't call his name in front of me."

"It hurts a bit.”

Wang Yao stretched out his thin arms to block his lover's head, kissing his soft and warm lips, counting the fluffy golden eyelashes, and exhaled a few silly love words in his blended breath.

He took the initiative to open his legs to cater to the opponent's hot desire, the erect penis had already oozes transparent liquid, squeezing into his soft and moist flesh cavity.

Wang Yao cocked his hips, his legs were like two gluttonous pythons, tied tightly to Ivan's waist. His body shook with the opponent's movements, his nails sinking into the tight muscles, and he scratched red marks on the wide back.

 He uttered a few high-pitched obscene words under the man, and was sobbed by the top of his penis, then he could no longer speak a complete word.

 Ivan's hand passed through Wang Yao's hair and kissed his favorite eyebrows and narrow neck. His five fingers hooked the other's lovely fingers, palms pressing against each other, and the vent of lust was more delicate than the girl's mind.

Car lights flashed outside the window, and a few beams of moonlight leaked in. The silver rings on the two ring fingers complemented each other in the dimly lit room, calling for each other.

 After exhausting sex, they slept with each other like two sleepy beasts.

 It was early the next morning when Wang Yao opened his eyes again, and the alarm clock on the bedside stopped at number five. The people around him slept quietly in the dark, their sturdy bodies undulating with their breathing. Even in his sleep, this person's body was shrouded in a heavy sense of oppression, like a huge animal.

“I want to change the bed. "

 Wang Yao stared at the mosquitoes on the ceiling intently. "This bed is yelling like a dead pig."

 After waiting for a long time, no one responded to him, and he felt a little bad. Although he had predicted the result, he still had illusions and was rather self-deceiving and tragic.

 He ignored the pain everywhere in his body, got up abruptly, grabbed the gray-golden hair.He picked up the heavy head from the soft pillow, and forced the purple eyes to look at him.

Then he heard a clear bark rolling out of the man's throat.

 Fuck.

Discloseable information:Both Wang Yao and Ivan are American citizens.

Yao has a bad temper, so Ivan can bear it if he can bear it.

Ivan is a patient with multiple personality disorders.

The first personality is Stepan, who usually only appears after being addicted to alcohol and drunk, so it appears for a short time. It is a personality with no emotions and absolute violence. He does not love Wang Yao, and he does not love anyone. He only speaks Russian, will conceal his spasms with his fists, and has a very serious obsessive-compulsive disorder.

The second personality is a dog. His name is "Los", which means "frogfish" in Russian. Only appears out of guilty after Stepan caused irreparable pain to the loved one , so the frequency of appearance is extremely low. It means that Ivan has few guilty, because the master character is not a good guy either.Ivan and Stepan hate each other, so they don't communicate with each other, and they don't share memories.

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[bigpandahero]

The f***king world

it’s a work about rochu,I am sure few people would read it so I didn’t examine the grammer mistakes carefully.Whatever,English is not my native language.Anyway,if you are reading it,I hope you would enjoy this work:).

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Although my accomplice Andre explained many times that we were not the kind of barbarians, we were just taking money To save people from disaster. I do not believe this set, because I still keep reason and conscience, take these eight words to sum up simply The lack of virtue we've done is ridiculous and disgusting. Andre flew the leaves beside me, and I looked at him with my cheeks. The man is hopeless. But I'm not saved, what is redemption for us? I've never been to church since I started this line, partly because I don't think I deserve it, but also because I don't I don't think the guys in the church deserve to be asked to sing hymns with me. But I bought a Jesus crucifixion like hanging around my neck, and Andre looked at me and laughed and said Ivan you were too Nausea, killing also requires our great Heavenly Father to appreciate. I beat him up, and then he muttered and cursed on the ground The world full of holy shit. I looked down at the statue on my chest and covered his eyes and ears. Then I found a white cloth strip that covered his head. This f**king world.

In the end, however, everything changed. One day I just finished my work, looking at the extra money in my wallet, I blew a whistle and went to buy a bottle of wine, Leaning on a park bench, drinking the spicy liquor like a donkey. I don't like drinking, but I love the drunken world, my dreams. There were no bodies, no blood, or anything else I dealt with every day. There is light, warmer than moonlight, gentler than sunshine. Maybe that's the light of heaven, the light of my salvation. But today my light of redemption is half gone, and someone wakes me up. I'm mad -- I have a bad temper, especially after getting drunk. And then the guy beat me to death. I fell to the ground, unbelievable. Then Yao told me that he beat me to death that day in part because I robbed him of the seat he was used to sitting in But mostly because I jumped up and shouted to him thinking he was a female. I was silent for a long time and told him that luckily I thought he was a woman, if I knew he iwas a male with long hair, he would kill me. Yao is smart, like a little black cat, and will be alert to back off when you dry his fish, and then take advantage of you Take it away and run away when you don't pay attention. So when he heard me said this, he soon realized what I meant. "Do you still think I'm like a female?" He lit a cigarette, took a sip, and then threw the smoke all over my face. I had to say he was doing so badly that I was so snorted that he laughed beside him. Maybe someone else would fan him if I did, but I thought he was sexy. "Of course not." I got close to his ears, and I liked to do so, so that I could see his sagging lashes and golden eyes like cat's eyes. And the red-hot tip of his ear that I exhaled. "Now I feel like you are my God." He smiled and his eyes squinted like a fox. "I'm garbage." Yao, like me, spent most of his time as an unemployed traveller. There are only two differences between us. First, I can still take some work, to ensure that I do not starve to death at the same time there is a little money. And he had little income, and fortunately grew up well, sometimes he moddled those poor artists. When I asked him why he didn't get a job, he smiled and told me he didn't have a legle account so there was no evidence that he existed Legitimacy, no one wanted him. Only later did I knew the truth. Second, I am in good health, but he is often in a state of sickness. I guess it has something to do with his irregular diet. Oh, maybe it has something to do with his bad childhood. The scars on his body were innumerable, mostly by his drug-taking and gambling parents. Then his father and mother died. He shouldn't tell me where they live. I threw away the statue I used to regard as a treasure -- I didn't need it any more. I wrote down a few words in his father's blood: I am sorry. Then I went away, found him, and held him without talking. He said you had a bad smell of blood, it was disgusting. Take a bath. I smiled and said, leave this alone, thank me for what I had done for you. He seemed to guess something, and I heard his unsavutable sigh. "They didn't deserve it." I was a little disappointed that I didn't understand what he was saying at first. I thought he'd know I had something to say, but he didn't even give me a kiss. After that ,I finally knew he was terminally ill All I noticed was that the smell of smoke was getting heavier and heavier, occasionally accompanied by blood. "You should give up smoking.That's bad for your health. "I always can't help but persuade him. Instead, he smiled and said nothing, asking me if I wanted to drink. I told him I had given up drinking. He continued to smoke and did not speak. Andre said he had a strange smell on him, I don't believe it, damn it, he's always fragrant, like an angel. He always said he didn't deserve anything, so I told him, what doesn't deserve it, slug. He spits smoke on my face again, this time without a playful smile, but with a full-eyed despair. I couldn't see him such a looking the most, so I hugged him and closed my eyes -- it made me feel like I was really loving someone, and I was really loved by someone. He is thin and out of touch. I cried. He cried, too. We are the two poorest and luckiest people in the world. A month later, he died. hepatocarcinoma. He died on December 25th, Christmas Day. We've known each other for 13 months.

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"Is this the guy who shot 13 people in a row on Christmas Day and ended up killing himself?" "Yes." he said. "I didn't think you had such a friend, Andre. It's disgusting that he smells of wine. Let's go, go to the next one. ” There is nothing in the sky. It's cloudy today. ----the end---

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Well,it’s a work about Rochu.I know few people would read it so I did not examine these grammer mistakes really carefully.Whatever,English is not my native language .if you are reading it,I hope you could enjoy it:).

ps.the artist is Ivan and the lover is Yao.

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He was like a stream of cold water, the kind that came out of a rusty pipe, with a hint of chlorine. He is an impoverished, painter. Maybe he should be called a painter, but no one buys his paintings, and he has never held an exhibition or anything. He just paints, stays in his dilapidated small attic, and paints something nobody wants day after day. boring works that no one understands. He carried a beech wood painting box with him with stiff paintbrushes and shriveled paint.

He lived so hard, but he always has strong liquor at home-this is a must for the frequent visitors in this small apartment building, because it's always winter here.Spring does not bother to patronize here.Alas, what beautiful things can there be here?Here's railings was full of rust, crumbling, the walls are covered in layers of advertising.The concrete stairs have been worn to an unbelievable level, and large pieces of cement have fallen off in some places.The corridor often smells of feces, mixed with hangover vomit, and resonates with the whirring cold wind. They consisted a piece od music called depair. 

However, our painter still has some hope in life. He has a lover, which is really jealous in this apartment building. Although the painter is down and down, he looks very handsome. Some people say that he is like a god descending to the world, why not be the little white face of a rich woman, so that he has a lot of money to engage in his artistic creation, and beautifully mount his own rags with golden frame hung in the palace, waiting for crowds to praise him. Mr. painter is an art person, you know, they are very weird and stupid. Now let us look at Mr. Painter’s lover, a man. His shirt is really white, maybe because he only has this one, so he takes great care of it. It seems that this guy is also a poor guy.But this one seemed to be even more unfortunate. He walked slightly weaker and often coughed, like a half-dried sycamore leaf falling on the street. He is quite beautiful, maybe because of his weight loss, he has a morbid beauty. poor guy. 

Later, Mr. Lover’s cough became weaker and weaker, echoing in the corridor like a premature baby crying. He slowly climbed up the attic, one step, two steps. One day, the little guy was unusually wrapped in a fur coat, jumped out of a rather gorgeous car, and waved goodbye to the same rich and greasy man. Then he entered this small residential building, threw off the coat, and kicked it hard. His shirt was dirty, smelling of alcohol and cigarettes. He is now a real poorest.

He laboriously carried a large box with a side hemmed, and moved it bit by bit to the ventilated attic. I heard their conversation by accident: "Vanechka, forgive me, I have to do this." The one named "Vanechka", our painter, was silent for a while. "You have to take care of yourself." At the end, he finally said a word. Today's wind is bigger than before, and people who are pierced by the cold wind are in pain. "Well, so are you." Mr. lovers seem to be leaving like this, cough make his sobs fine inaudible. I saw drops of blood on the stairs. Today it seems much colder than ever, I shuddered and decided to go back to the house a drink, of course, this wine must be watered ---- I'm too poor Since I moved here, I have never had a glass of wine without water.

 A few days later, I heard that the painter was dead. I rushed to his attic, and there was only a corpse and a wide-open, bound box full of banknotes in front of me. He seemed to be still painting before he died.I watched it carefully for a while, but I didn't recognize what it was. Alas, about the artist, who knows. I drew a cross on his chest, tentatively regarded mourning for him. Wind whistling blowing, drill into every corner of the attic, the attic which once had spring. I decided to go back to the house and drink a glass of hard liquor without water.

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[bigpandahero]

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[bigpandahero]

You can ASK EVERY THING YOU WANT TO KNOW ABOUT CHINA(YAO) HOWEVER，Remember:1.

I WON'T STAND FOR ANYONE TO INSULT MY COUNTRY(CHINA)

2.I HAVE THE RIGHT TO Refuse TO ANSWER QUESTIONS ABOUT MY PERNAL PRIVACY.

3.BE POLITE.

4.

ALL REMARKS ON RACIAL DISCRIMINATION ARE PROHIBITED.

After all，feel free to ask me !I am glad to answer your questions and know more people around the world❤️❤️❤️

[bigpandahero]

tried another kind of art style( ﾟ∀ ﾟ)ps. they're all Russia(Ivan)

[bigpandahero]

I made my gender reversal by an app(❁´ω`❁)（i fall in love with myself😂😂😂）(he is really on my aesthetic ...)

by the way it's my figure(hhhhh in fact it's my real looking but the color of eyes)

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[bigpandahero]

Chinese:马上去住校，心情复杂，想哭，于是疯狂肝画（反正丑到没眼看，爱咋咋地吧）心态崩溃

English:I'm going to go back school and I have to live in school.my emotion is complex. I really want to cry.so I just keep drawing. (anyway，I don't care how ugly they are)

I feel terrible. terrible. terrible.

Urdu

میں ابھی اپنے بورڈنگ اسکول میں واپس ج ہوں.

میرا موڈ پیچیدہ ہے

تو میں پاگل ہو گیا (مجھے پرواہ نہیں ہے کہ میری پینٹنگز کتنے بدسورت ہیں)

مجھے خوفناک محسوس ہوتا ہے

اداس.

اداس.

اداس.

[bigpandahero]

Chinese:我真的好喜欢他！！！又可爱又帅气！！

好想rua小卷毛(○ﾟεﾟ○)

画不出小巴十分之一的美貌@ask-pakistan 感谢太太给我提供的大量帮助！

English:I reeeeeally love him!he is sooooo lovely and sooooo handsome!!!

I want to rub his hair... (○ﾟεﾟ○)

I can't paint a tenth of his beauty...

@ask-pakistan

thanks for your generous help!

Urdu：میں واقعی میں اس کی طرح!وہ بہت خوبصورت اور خوبصورت ہے!!!

میں ان کے گھوبگھرالی بالوں کو رگڑنا چاہتا ہوں(○ﾟεﾟ○)

میں اپنی خوبصورتی کا دسواں حصہ نہیں کھینچ سکتا

@ask-pakistan تیرے فیاض مدد کے لیے تیرا شُکر ہو!

[bigpandahero]

Chinese:我真的好喜欢他们！！！！

画的好丑。真的。幼儿园水平。

@ask-pakistan 太太的巴基斯坦设定真的好棒！爱了爱了！

English:I really like them!!!!To be honest my drawings are so ugly that them look like being drawn by a little kid(though I have been an adult😂).

@ask-pakistan the appearance her have disgned for Pakistan is so perfecttttttt!I really like him！

Urdu：

میں واقعی ان کی طرح!!!!

مجھے اچھا نہیں لگتا, ایک بچے کی پینٹنگ کی طرح (اگرچہ میں 😂 ہوں)

@ask-pakistan

انہوں نے پاکستان کا ایک بہت اچھا تصویر تیار کیا!!!

مجھے واقعی پسند ہے.

P. S. I can't speak Urdu so I used the

translator. There might be some mistakes.