It was late at night after the banquet, and when I got home, I was so tired that I went to sleep in Kimono. It wasn't until I woke up the next day that I didn't even take off my shoes one night. It seemed to be snowing outside, but I could still feel the cool air through the thick glass. I thought about it for a while, and I didn't have anything to do today, so I got up slowly. On weekdays, I don't have the blessing of sleeping lazily at all, and every eight o'clock, Aunt Liu always persistently goes upstairs to wake me up. Except for a few days when Xie Chen was away, I could sleep until noon, and I didn't have to hear that annoying sound again.

I looked at my watch, it was already past eight o'clock, and before I saw Aunt Liu come up, I reasonably guessed that Xie Chen should go out early in the morning. Thinking of this, my tiredness was swept away, and I hummed a little tune to apply a mask in the bathroom.

Before I could finish humming a song, I heard my phone ring loudly outside. I put down my half-combed hair and ran out to answer the phone. However, when I opened the bathroom door, I saw Xie Chen leaning on the bedside table, holding my ringing mobile phone in his hand.

"Haoyang? So affectionate? He shook his phone in front of me, looking aggrieved, "Why is my name Xie ×?" ”

I put on my mask, and my expression immediately froze on my face. The phone was still ringing relentlessly, and there seemed to be no intention of hanging up. I quickly wiped my face with a wet towel, ran over to take the phone from him, and quickly pressed the hang-up button.

"Are you home?" The phone finally returned to silence, and I breathed a deep sigh of relief.

He put his hands behind his head and looked at me with interest and smiled, "You can sleep until sunrise when I'm not at home?" ”

"Where?" I snorted and pretended to complain: "Aunt Liu didn't call me either, I overslept all of a sudden." ”

"It just so happens that you don't like to eat breakfast either, and you will save waste food in the future." He said, "You think it's easy to make money?" ”

I smiled. Just then, the phone rang restlessly again. I secretly complained in my heart, the "Haoyang" on the screen jumped lively, and my fingers hesitated for a long time, not knowing whether to answer or not.

Xie Chen's face was slowly frozen, and he sneered: "I think if you don't answer again, this call will explode." ”

I don't know what happened to Haoyang calling so early, Xie Chen's ambiguous answer should be acquiescing. I was quick to take it personally, and when he might be about to change his mind, I cautiously answered the phone.

"Hey." I said into the phone, carefully looking at Xie Chen's face. Fortunately, he didn't seem to plan to take the next step, just took the phone from my hand, pressed the hands-free button, and Haoyang's voice was immediately amplified several times.

"Lin Xing, what are you doing?" He seemed to be in a good mood.

"Didn't you do anything? I just woke up and was washing my face. I hung up the phone in a hurry, so I urged, "Is there something wrong?" ”

Fortunately, Haoyang was also very cooperative, and quickly and briefly explained the purpose of the call, "The volunteer activity we did, the leader said that it was done very well, and I will tell you about it." ”

"Oh, I see."

"Do you have something to do today? I'd like to ask you out to celebrate. Haoyang said this suddenly, I reflexively glanced at Xie Chen, and sure enough, his face was not much better.

I was stunned for a moment, and was about to decline. Ke Haoyang may have sensed my hesitation, and said: "I remember what you said about the Luo family's private dishes, I have already told Uncle Luo and Aunt Luo, and I can go over today." ”

Haoyang's words reminded me of the scumbag-faced Uncle Luo and the Svenwen Aunt Luo. They are from Xi'an, and I heard that Aunt Luo's ancestors were the imperial chefs of the palace, and Aunt Luo inherited the secret recipe for cooking in the family. However, because the place is not large, it is completely homestay, and only one table of guests is served every week. Even Haoyang also took a lot of people to barely catch up with this relationship. He took me to eat several times, and Aunt Luo always entertained me extra, and we never had to pay for food, but every time we went, we brought two bottles of Lao Baigan, which Uncle Luo liked.

Haoyang on the other end of the phone saw that I didn't speak for a long time, and kept asking me what was wrong, my eyes were sour, and I casually found an excuse and hung up the phone.

"Private dishes?" Xie Chen sneered, "It seems that you have a lot of relationship?" What else have you done besides this? Let's hear it. ”

Originally, I have always been good-tempered, and I would never touch a nail when I was full, but his tone was so poisonous that I finally couldn't help but get angry, "You're sick!" Is it your pleasure not to make others feel better? Does your grandmother have a shadow of childhood, has her brain been stimulated in some way? Depend on! ”

I unconsciously shouted at him these words that had been hidden in my heart for a long time, and I just felt that my ears kept ringing. By the time he realized what he had just done might have serious consequences, his face was instantly frozen.

Then I heard only a loud pop, and the poor ashtray instantly became powdery. Maybe my next second will be the innocent ashtray! Before I could react, his neck was already stuck in his neck, and the whole person was pressed against the bed.

"Childhood shadows? You repeat! He said viciously with a pair of bloodshot eyes.

"You let go of me!" I felt like I was fixed on the bed, desperately trying to push his hand away, but I couldn't match his strength. His hand was stuck in me, I couldn't push it away with both hands, and his face had never been so hideous and terrible, and there were bruises on his forehead. He was always angry, but this was the first time I saw him like he is today.

I think he is not only angry, but also sad and desperate, but why is that?

I lost my strength to struggle, and tears rolled down the corners of my eyes...... I was already on the verge of suffocation, and I thought he was really going to strangle me, and I finally gave up the resistance and was clubbed there like a piece of wood. I looked at his face, I had numbly paralyzed myself like this countless times in so long, and I had to endure it, just endure it......

Perhaps he was afraid that I would die, but just as I was about to suffocate, he finally let go of his hand. I opened my mouth like a dead fish and gasped for air, one after another, and then coughed violently. I coughed like a shrimp and curled up, he used to have heavy hands occasionally, but never before did he really want to kill me like he did today! He reached out and clasped my chin, but he just looked at me, as many times before, as if he were looking at a stranger, looking at me with such a deep and strange gaze, and I could see that my heart was hairy.

"Who do we owe to whom...... voice was extremely heavy, and the red bloodshot in his eyes finally gradually dissipated, and instantly crawled with a trace of compassion. I've never seen him like this, like a wounded fawn.

I just looked at him in such a daze that I forgot to cry. Perhaps afraid of what I would see, he suddenly flashed his eyes, returned to his previous coldness, lifted me out of bed, and threw me in the corner like garbage. I subconsciously used my hands to support it, but I was pierced by the shards of the ashtray and screamed.

I cried out in pain again, and the blood in the palm of my hand suddenly crawled all over my right hand along the fingerprints. I hurriedly pressed the wound with my left hand, but I still couldn't stop the warmth. I looked at him pitifully, but I didn't see any pity in his eyes—I distinctly remembered that he had rescued a wounded kitten in the park, and I was surprised to see pity in his eyes. This incident made me have a crush on him for a while.

As for me, a big living person, he just turned his head away indifferently, and slammed the door of his room slammed down. With tears in my eyes, I pulled out a large lump of facial tissues and cleaned the wound with teary eyes.

Then, just when the pain was hard to add, I remembered what he said when he first hit me: Do you know what the pain is like piercing the heart? Isn't it...... Does the pain make you regret coming to this world?

It really hurts! I couldn't hold back a howl as I pulled out the one-centimeter-long shard of glass from the wound. It was only when the fragment left my flesh that I realized how painful it was, how painful it was.

I locked the door and closed all the curtains. The curtains are dark purple and completely block out the light from the outside world. I had a thick layer of tissue on my hand, and that's all I could do. Because I searched the whole room, I didn't find anything like white tape or a medical medicine kit.

Oh! I remember. In fact, when I first moved in, there was indeed a small white delicate box in the room. I remember there were a lot of spare medicines in it: capsules, liquids, granules, whatever. But after I foolishly poured a large vial of Valium, I never saw a small box with a red cross in it—not even in my entire home.