life is like this

After making a big fuss at Zhou's house, I lay in a daze in the house I rented, and James sat beside me and looked at me salivatingly.

I have long been used to this kind of staring, so I looked very calm. I took the watch that Zhou Kai gave me and looked at it carefully. I thought that if it wasn't for this watch, Zhou Kai would probably have suffered in my hands.

James seemed very confused about why I lost control at the banquet, so I had to explain to him what I meant by pretending to be fake. After listening, he said with a tangled expression: "Oh, I thought it was a dish."

"My God, Chinese culture is so broad and profound, I've always wondered how fish's eyes die (he's talking about dead fish eyeballs)."

He shrugged, horrified.

I thought secretly: "If he doesn't eat people, he's actually quite cute."

I can feel the change in my mentality. It is easy for people to have feelings for the person who has been with me for a long time, even if he is mentally ill.

In fact, in the process of getting along with me, James gave me a lot of psychological hints without any trace. There are many masters in Casio Prison who are good at controlling people's psychology, and James is one of the best.

A rare psychological expert like him can always influence your subconscious mind to control your consciousness without a trace, and brainwash you step by step. This ability is much more terrifying than cannibalism. I began to have a certain degree of danger to him A deeper understanding.

He is very good at calculation, and the calculation I am talking about refers to the level of 1256777****X8765544***, his head is like a supercomputer.

He also has a super powerful memory, I always wonder if he has hypermemory.

However, these characteristics of him are more and more like my boyfriend James, so I am often in anxiety and anxiety. I dream more and more frequently about the days when I was with James. I don’t understand why he left suddenly. I.

I met him when I was there, and he suddenly disappeared when I was 22 years old, and I am 27 years old this year, I have been looking for him for five years, and I don't know if I can meet him again.

Thinking of this made me even more distraught, and I walked back and forth anxiously around the room, James' head following me around until I knocked over an ugly vase.

He suddenly stood up and grabbed me, and pushed me on the sofa. He looked at me tenderly and forgivingly, and said in a low and soft tone: "Chen, don't be so anxious."

I sat on the couch and scratched my hair.

He gently stroked my shoulder and continued: "Imagine a sea, a very blue, far and boundless sea, the sea breeze is very cool, and you stand in the sea breeze."

I couldn't help imagining such a scene in my mind, and the irritability in my heart began to ease.

"The sea breeze has a salty taste of sea salt, very, very refreshing, the wind blows through your hair and passes through your fingers."

His voice was still so deep and soft, and the air flowed in and out of his mouth when he spoke, making the sound of wind blowing across the sea, like a sea breeze with a mint flavor.

"You stand in the sea, looking at the water quietly, without thinking about anything."

"quiet"

"quiet"

"Quietly..."

"The Sea Breeze Blows Gently"

"Gently...blowing..."

My side is the sea, the sea is very blue very blue.

I walked barefoot on the soft sand, and the sea sand sank softly.

The sea breeze blows on my face, I walk in the sea breeze, I feel very comfortable physically and mentally, the waves are washing on the shore, I watch quietly, I feel extremely free and comfortable physically and mentally, all the anxiety and uneasiness are swept away null.

I enjoy the gentle sea breeze, listen to the sound of the waves, and smell the salty smell in the sea breeze.

A finger snap sounded.

Everything in front of me suddenly disappeared, and there was a soft sofa under me. I was sitting on the sofa, with my head resting on James' shoulder.

I scratched my head and looked at James in disbelief.

He is looking at me with a smile.

His eyes are gentle and inclusive, with obvious concern and infinite love.

I looked at him like a lost soul.

Then I jumped up like a firecracker and slammed James down on the couch.

The author has something to say: I doubt that these 11 collections of mine were pumped by Jinjiang's machine...orz...