People who love me are crazy

Qiao Mai was sitting on the sofa watching TV. In the picture, a man and a woman were arguing non-stop. The loud voice gave him a headache.

There was an unknown smell in the air, sour and mixed with the smell of meat. For some reason, Qiao Mai felt a little disgusted.

Ding Qiurong was still busy in the kitchen, wearing that brown apron, bent over, carefully inspecting the pieces of meat in the casserole, the tumbling water vapor made Qiao Mai's vision a little blurred, he wiped his eyes vigorously, but still looked Not sure about Ding Qiurong.

"Qiu Rong." Qiao Mai was a little flustered and couldn't help calling him.

Ding Qiurong turned his back to him and didn't look back, as if he was immersed in his own world, turning a deaf ear to the voices from the outside world, still bent over and concentrated on stirring the meat in the casserole with a spoon.

Qiao Mai felt something was wrong, he stood up from the sofa and walked towards the kitchen, calling Ding Qiurong's name while walking: "Qiurong, what are you doing, why are you ignoring me?"

"I'm cooking meat."

Ding Qiurong's voice was a little ethereal, a little weird, and seemed to carry a certain kind of joyful emotion, but when it fell into Qiao Mai's ears, it made his spine tingle, dense goosebumps crawling up his spine.

"Can we eat vegetables tonight?" Qiao Mai finally couldn't bear to raise his request, because he really didn't want to eat meat anymore, and for a long time to come, he no longer wanted to eat meat up.

Ding Qiurong was silent, holding a bowl of meat in his hand, turned around and looked at Qiao Mai with some resentment: "Why don't you eat meat? Is it because my cooking is not delicious?"

"No no no, your cooking is delicious." Qiao Mai said quickly, "I just ate too much and wanted a change."

"Why don't you eat it? You want to eat it." Ding Qiurong stuffed the chopsticks into Qiao Mai's hands, trying to stuff the bowl into his hands too.

"I really don't want to eat."

Seeing Ding Qiurong's domineering look, Qiao Mai was also a little unhappy, his voice became cold: "Qiurong, you can't force me to eat something I don't like."

"You have to eat him." Ding Qiurong repeated this sentence.

"I don't want to eat!" Qiao Mai couldn't help raising his voice.

"You want to eat..." Ding Qiurong reached out and grabbed a piece of meat, trying to stuff it into Qiao Mai's mouth.

Qiao Mai pushed the opponent away forcefully.

"I don't want to eat, why do you force me!"

The expression on Ding Qiurong's face gradually turned ferocious, and he slowly walked towards Qiao Mai.

"You're going to eat it."

"I won't eat!" Qiao Mai roared angrily, and suddenly felt that the whole world was shaking.

"Qiao Mai, Qiao Mai? Wake up..."

Qiao Mai suddenly opened his eyes, and his goal was the familiar ceiling of the bedroom. He heard Ding Qiurong's gentle voice. He pressed Qiao Mai's shoulder and asked softly, "Did you have a nightmare and sweat a lot. "

Qiao Mai, who hadn't recovered from the nightmare, subconsciously raised his hand and knocked off the opponent's hand with a "snap".

"Qiao Mai?" Ding Qiurong was a little surprised.

Only then did Qiao Mai come to his senses, he touched his forehead, it was covered with cool sweat, his heartbeat was still a little fast, and he felt some palpitations in his heart, which made him sit up straight.

"Sorry, I just had a nightmare."

Ding Qiurong wiped the sweat off Qiao Mai's forehead with his sleeve: "You are covered in sweat, do you want to take a bath?"

"Okay." Qiu Mai nodded.Looking at Ding Qiurong's face now, he couldn't help thinking about the things in the dream, but he also knew that the dream was fake and unbelievable, but taking a bath now might help him get out of the nightmare.

After taking a bath, Qiao Mai went to the living room in his pajamas and wiped his hair. Ding Qiurong was busy in the kitchen. He was startled. He thought he was dreaming again, so he hurried into the kitchen to take a look. Instead, it's making pancakes.

Today is the weekend and both weekends. Both Qiao Mai and Ding Qiurong don't have to work overtime. He was thinking about where to go for a date. After breakfast, Ding Qiurong hesitated for a long time, but shook his head.

"Qiao Mai, I don't want to go out."

"Go out to watch a movie, go shopping, and relax by the way." Qiao Mai was a little puzzled, "I'm tired after working for a week, and we haven't dated before, so I just took this opportunity to go out."

Ding Qiurong looked extremely excited, but still shook his head firmly: "No, I can't go out now."

If he goes out...if others find out that Qiao Mai was the last person to contact him, it will probably cause serious trouble to Qiao Mai, so it's better not to go out.

"Are you feeling unwell today?" Qiao Mai asked.

Ding Qiurong shook his head and nodded again: "It seems to be a little bit, but I'm not sure. That's all right, I'll ask Ji Wen to come over, how about letting him go out with you?"

Qiao Mai: "...I want to date you."

"But……"

"Forget it, since you're not feeling well, let's stay at home." Qiao Mai sat on the sofa without getting up, but just yawned, "It's tiring to go out and play, it's better to rest at home."

He had nightmares at night and felt that the quality of sleep was not very good, and now he really wants to sleep back in the cage.

Ding Qiurong sat next to Qiao Mai, let the other person's head rest on his thigh, and pressed lightly on his temple to relieve the other's tense nerves.

"I haven't asked you what nightmare you had. You were so scared in the morning."

Qiao Mai suddenly recalled the previous nightmare, opened his eyes unnaturally, stared at Ding Qiurong for a while, closed his eyes again, and said lazily: "I dreamed that you forced me to eat meat."

Ding Qiurong's hand trembled, and suddenly lost its severity. Qiao Mai's eyebrows twitched when he pressed it, and he raised his head reflexively, avoiding the opponent's hand.

"Qiu Rong?"

"...Huh?" Ding Qiurong suddenly came back to his senses, and rubbed Qiao Mai's head apologetically, "I'm sorry."

"What were you thinking just now?" Qiao Mai asked nonchalantly, "You seem very scared."

Ding Qiurong said: "I didn't expect that cooking by yourself would bring you so much pressure. I just hope that you can gain weight and supplement your nutrition."

Qiao Mai quickly sat up straight, hugged him tightly, and pecked lightly on his lips: "Don't think too much, I didn't mean that."

"Well, can I still cook meat for you to eat?" Ding Qiurong pursed his lips.

"... Yes." Qiao Mai nodded with a smile, but felt very painful in her heart.

Let's take it as comforting Ding Qiurong, after all, it's his hobby, I'd better cheer him up, besides, who will affirm his hobby even if he denies him.

In the morning, the two of them watched a movie next to each other. It was an old movie, the quality of which was not particularly good, and the whole movie was in gray tones. It is a pair of parents who take out some fresh human meat from the basement and cook it for the little boy every day. It is not bloody and violent, but Qiao Mai still can't help feeling sick to his stomach, especially when he sees his wife stirring the pot with a spoon. When he was touching his intestines, he finally couldn't help but look away.

Ding Qiurong watched it with gusto, completely immersed in the film, and sometimes commented a few words, most of which were "not enough heat", "shouldn't be handled like this, this part should be stir-fried", "smeared with sweet sauce is too unpalatable It's too late, it will spoil the taste" and other words made Qiao Mai's hairs stand on end.

He felt that Ding Qiurong seemed a little strange.

Under the gentle appearance of the other party, is there a heart that loves violence and blood?

Although Qiao Mai thinks that hobbies belong to hobbies and reality belongs to reality, and they should not be confused with each other, but Qiao Mai still can't control the suspicion that gradually grows in his heart.

Zhuo Junyu's matter was enough to make him pay more attention. What happened last time made him realize that people who are really harmful will not be exposed, but no matter how a person pretends, he will always Some clues were revealed.Based on some clues, he finally found out that something was wrong with Zhuo Junyu.

But now, he felt that something was wrong with Ding Qiurong.

But the difference is that he could tell Ding Qiurong the last time he encountered something, but now that Ding Qiurong is wrong, who can he talk to.

After a long while, Ding Qiurong felt that something was wrong with him, so he took the time to look up at Qiao Mai, and unexpectedly saw the other party looking at him, with a pensive expression in his eyes: "Why don't you look at it?"

Qiao Mai shook his head: "I'm a little sleepy."

Ding Qiurong looked up at the watch on the wall: "We will have lunch later."

Hearing lunch, Qiao Mai felt that his stomach felt even more uncomfortable, and he frowned a little uncomfortable: "I don't have much appetite."

Only then did Ding Qiurong come to his senses, and quickly reached out to close the computer: "I won't watch this kind of movie next time."

"It's okay." Qiao Mai took a deep breath, "Eat lunch by yourself, I'll go to sleep first."

"Okay." Ding Qiurong touched his forehead, leaned over and kissed the corner of Qiao Mai's mouth, "Then you go to sleep."

Lying back on the bed, Qiao Mai tossed and turned, not feeling sleepy at all, unable to fall asleep at all, he took out his phone and put it back.

In the current situation, he didn't know who he should talk to. He was not a professional and had no research on psychology, so he couldn't accurately judge what Ding Qiurong was thinking.

Not being able to know the other party's thoughts made Qiao Mai very disturbed. He was very afraid that Ding Qiurong would be the next Zhuo Junyu.

Suddenly, a candidate appeared in Qiao Mai's mind, making him take out his phone again.

If you can find him, you should be able to.

Landlord:

No.20 days of cohabitation with him.

Things were a little urgent, and he began to doubt me, and there was something wrong in his eyes.

The suicide note has been written, and I have to start to act.

————Updated on February 2016, 3