"The Body Temperature of the Tamer"
[Crazy Trainer x Broken Butterfly]
"Your wings should be stained with blood, not rotting in a moldy attic."
When Sang Hengwan first met Ji Chaowu, he was crushing the cobalt blue paint on her canvas with a lambskin glove. The woman who smelled of cedar knelt down and traced the scar on her left cheek with her fingertips: "I want you to paint with real ultramarine - use my money to paint my prison."
As a poor art student with a debt of 200,000 yuan, she thought this was another charity game played by the rich. Until a sapphire ring engraved with thorns was put on the ring finger, the copy of the loan shark contract in the drawer disappeared, and the mother's grave became a threat bargaining chip. Ji Chaowu is not a savior, he is a trainer with scissors, cutting off all her escape routes, but planting thorny roses for her in the constant-temperature greenhouse.
"Do you know why I bought you silk pajamas?" Ji Chaowu's thumb ran over her bitten lip, "so that the sound of your struggle will be as beautiful as a butterfly breaking out of its cocoon."
From urban village lofts to Gothic mansions, from painkiller color palettes to natural mineral pigments, each of Sang Hengwan's paintings has become a specimen in the other's collection. She saw the thorns growing in her pupils in the mirror, and heard the other person's murmur in his diary on a rainy night: "The first time I saw "Festering Spring" at an art exhibition, I knew that you should be the only bleeding butterfly in my private herbarium."
When the secret messages from the underground organization were stuffed into the palette, and when the organ smuggling in the consortium meeting minutes surfaced, Sang Hengwan finally raised the poisonous wine. But Ji Chaowu's smile when she drank it was more dazzling than the bloody butterflies on her canvas - it turned out that all the control and destruction were just love letters from a madman, and every "I love you" sentence contained barbs of thorns.
"Live and feel the sunshine for me." This is the only line on the check before his death. And Sang Hengwan finally lay in a display case covered with butterfly specimens and heard a wolf howling in the distance. The vows under the aurora had long been broken. She finally understood that some love was a guillotine from the beginning, and her wings, from the first moment they were touched, could no longer fly out of the silhouette of thorns.
[Reading Tips]
Severe psychological manipulation + taboo lily, non-traditional robbery, focusing on spiritual destruction and self-salvation
Dual-line narrative: artistic creation and financial crime are intertwined, with hidden foreshadowing in each painting
BE aesthetics: bloody specimens and thorny love letters, the open tragic ending leaves endless aftertaste
(The full text is estimated to be 1.5 Million words, updated every Tuesday/Friday/Sunday. When the collection is completed, the character-exclusive extra "Midnight Notes of the Taxidermist" will be unlocked)
Intent: With "domestication is destruction" as the core, it shows the symbiosis and disintegration of two souls under the pathological desire for control - when "love" becomes a scalpel woven with thorns, the butterfly whose wings have been stripped will either be reborn as a prickly specimen in a pool of blood, or rot in the cage into fragments of memory. Through the dual strangulation of artistic creation and mental manipulation, it is revealed that the essence of "rescue" under the power structure is more refined exploitation, and all domestication in the name of love will eventually appear as a guillotine of self-destruction in the rain of truth.