When she was seven years old, my mommy decided to divorce her second husband. The reason was that he couldn't stand the rude farmer who beat her to death every time he drank heavily.

Mommy said she was going to take me to London, where the fog was purple and we didn't have to see too much between people, so that no one could notice the scars on our faces.

The sun always sets so early on the West Silton farm, and Mommy said to let me hold my bag and wait for her at the back door of the yard.

She would bring over the old car that her stepfather used to transport poultry, and we would run away together.

I hate that kind of car, which is full of fermented dead chicken feathers, like the body odor of my stepfather who hasn't bathed for 10,000 years.

But it wasn't until Aunt Cassie came back from a distant construction site to bring food to her husband with her pot-bellied cloak that the tattered vintage car drove up.

But when the car door opened, I didn't see Mommy. The bearded stepdad jumped down and grabbed me by the neck and threw me into the trunk like a chicken.

I was lying on my mother's corpse, which was not yet cold.

She was pierced in the throat by her stepfather with an iron hook used to tie a chicken, and her eyes were still staring.

I have eyes as beautiful as Mommy, blue as the water of the Avon River.

The stepfather was holding a wine and humming a song, a clichéd and filthy song.

Then the whole car crashed into the construction watchtower in front!

When I rolled over, Mommy's body pressed up. Her blood was warm, like countless desperate nights, the temperature of tears dropping down my face as she fell asleep with me in her arms.

I crawled out of Mommy's last protection, and my stepfather was like a castrated pig, snorting on the steering wheel.

I walked around and looked at him.

He scolded and yelled at me, "fuc*-the-godshit, u–stupid-help-me!"

I ran to the back of the car and grabbed the spare bucket of gasoline and poured it directly over the bastard's head.

Then he grabbed the broken chicken feathers from the sack in the corner and threw them down.

It's like Mommy used to play pillow fights with me-

My stepfather was still howling, and when I lit the match, his howl turned into a scream.

Look, who said the sun would set on the West Silton Farm, and didn't the fireball over there make everyone's hearts warm?

I fled.

No one is going to give a seven-year-old boy a proper job, so I say, I'm beautiful, I can do anything.

I ripped open my scarred clothes and said I even knew what to do.

Because my stepfather taught me and taught me...... For a whole year.

The woman who took me in was about fifty years old, and I was with a dozen other boys, all of whom called her Mrs. Rawls.

She is a kind woman who knows how to live.

Say she's kind because she's fed us for nothing,

said that she is emotional because she is ingenious, and she makes us many beautiful dresses, and she dresses up very eye-catching.

Did I mention earlier that we were all boys? Yes, we were both boys, but she dressed us up as girls and numbered us.

One by one, one by one, one by one, came and went, came and went.

It wasn't until I was fourteen years old, when I was sent across the ocean to country T, that I understood what Mrs. Rawls was doing.

During the three years of the underground hidden pipe, I had a decent life.

Really, at least it's much better than my stepdad's stinky chicken feathers. Because most of those guests have supreme power and wealth in reality, they dare to play like this.

People in high society do obscene things without ambiguity.

One of the guests went crazy that day and smashed the private room into the dark, and I took advantage of the chaos and poked him in the eye with a broken beer bottle - why? Heh, it's cheaper than what other things I've done to me before.

So when I first met Mr. Jiang, I almost thought that he was also here to have fun.

Later, knowing that he was a shareholder in the store, I picked up the bottle again.

All I know is that our boss here is a Chinese man surnamed Ling, who has only one leg and rarely shows up.

So I really didn't expect that today's small riot would invite the two bosses out.

"Anan, you didn't tell me that you were still making money that lacked virtue."

"Really?" The man with glasses said, "I thought you knew someone who likes boys." ”

"That's people's freedom, but transvestites or something...... Took off his wig and looked disgusting. ”

He could tell at a glance that I was a man?

At that moment, I had the first feeling of shame in almost a decade.

Ripped off the sheets and the unkempt wig, I jumped in front of him.

I said please save me.

"A poor and beautiful man can only raise his fist if he wants to change his fate."

This was the first thing Jiang Zuoyi said to me.

So I picked up the bottle at hand and was about to scratch it on my face, which was more feminine and delicate than a woman.

"What are you doing!" He pinched my wrist.

I looked at him with a smile and said, "Isn't that okay? That way, I can't do it anymore.

He was stunned for a moment, then said, "I like your eyes, like a wolf." Like a wolf with gorgeous fur, but still a wolf.

What is your name? ”

“andy，andy-zickar!”

It's my real name, and I've almost forgotten it. Here, people call me hite-ruby. White ruby, what a pervert the damn girl came up with!

“andy？” Jiang Zuoyi said: "Then the surname is An, it's good to call Andy, I'm too lazy to remember." ”

It's like picking up a black dog and randomly naming it Xiao Hei, it's too irresponsible.

So I went with him that day.

After taking a shower and changing clothes, I came to his room by surprise. He was still working at the computer, and I didn't know what was wrong with me, so I lay down on his big bed.

Probably, it's used to it.

He gave me a shot, a real gun. Pierced my thin shoulder blades and stained my mattress with blood.

I gritted my teeth and rolled over and asked him if he liked to be stimulated by a little blood.

"You have a lot of scars, but none of them belong to a man.

This shot makes you remember how to be a man. ”

A week later, I was thrown into the bodyguard training base by him with my arm hanging.

No laughter was allowed there, contrary to what I had been trained to be.

We have to do eight to ten hours of overload physical training every day, and the rest of the time is spent learning about various weapons.

I graduated in 10 months and became the best student in my class.

Of course, Mr. Jiang would not come to pick me up, but asked his assistant to give me a military thorn as a graduation gift.

The dagger had been hidden in my boots and carried with me. If I had known that I had almost killed Mr. Jiang that time, I would have preferred to use a ruler instead.

Zhan Yi told me that he has a new task to carry out, and you will take care of Mr. Jiang in the future.

It's not enough to wash your hands, after all, he used to have a lot of enemies.

So be careful when entering and exiting, an injury like today's may not be very lucky next time.

At that time, I secretly thought, the reason why he didn't come to pick me up in person to finish my graduation was because he was injured?

May I think so? Just think about it, no problem.

Coming to his room, the doctor had just left.

He was slashed with a 20-centimeter slash on his back, and he had a high fever for three days and three nights.

I'm his bodyguard, but what if I'm more like a babysitter?

Mr. Jiang, can I get paid without it?

When the nurse came in and asked me to help him change his clothes, it was the first time I had been so close to his body.

The wheat-colored pectoral muscles, smooth and firm, although full of hideous scars, are engraved with a background that people can't help but stop.

I think I finally understood the meaning of the shot he shot at me, because that's the scar that really belongs to a man.

And not my those, burns, burns, scratches, bites, every inch is a shame of despicability, an indelible nightmare.

I couldn't help but touch it, and the nurse looked at me with strange eyes.

I turned my head with a red face. She said what are you doing, don't fasten the buttons, he has a fever, it's cold.

Then I went to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I think it's different, the ability that I thought I had lost so long ago under the torture of those beasts over the years would miraculously recover at this moment!

I think, probably, it's love.

Jiang Zuoyi, you taught me how to be a man, but you will never teach me how not to love you.

I was frightened by my own thoughts, and began to try to avoid his intimate daily life, and began to avoid touching all kinds of women around him. Begin to tell yourself that I have been loyal to you all my life and has nothing to do with what kind of emotions I have.

Until that morning, he walked past me in a half-open shirt, and suddenly put a hand on my shoulder and spit out a smoke ring: "Hey, if you want to get married sometime, tell my brother."

I'll help you find a reliable man—"

Me: "!!"

Jiang Zuoyi, you slut, you know?!

He snorted and pushed the door open, leaving a sentence as it said, "Don't beat me again." ”

Me: "......"

I finally understood that words can be denied, but eyes can't deceive anything.

He lacks love just as much as I do, so he's as sensitive as I am and finds love easily.

"Hey, Mr. Jiang—"

I chased two steps and rushed out, and I said, don't you drive me away?

He was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed undisciplinedly: "Why should I drive you away? Look at me, one of the women around me really wants to treat me?

Except that I can't ...... with you Ahem, you're so much better than them. Good job. ”

Me: "......"

I thought, how long will I be waiting by his side? Until he finds a woman who can spend his life with him? Or like a stupid guard to block the last bullet for him?

So I chose a way that would make him remember me forever, because in Jiang Zuoyi's eyes, he has always regarded me as a dignified, independent, and independent man.

And I love him, but by accident.