restless youth syndrome

Suddenly, I became nervous, thinking he was Zhang Zechen's bodyguard or something.But after watching him for a while, I suddenly remembered who he is, isn't he the son of the mayor I saw at the party before!what do you say that is. ． ． ． ． ．

"What's going on, what are you...?" the man asked while looking at me.

I must be very embarrassed at this time, and I still have a big belly, so he must be very puzzled.

"Get in the car first."

I was out of breath from running for too long, so he suggested to me, and I nodded.

His car was parked not far away, and when he sat in the car, he handed me a bottle of water. I drank most of the bottle in one go, and the warm air in the car blew for a long time, and I calmed down.

"Did you get into trouble with him?" He asked me, referring to Zhang Zechen.

Is this considered awkward? I didn't know what to define for a while, so I nodded again.

"You remember me, don't you?" he asked.

I don't know how to answer, maybe he thought I forgot and handed me a business card.

After reading the name above, I remembered that his name was Fang Luo.

After a while, I said, "Thank you, I made you laugh."

"Where, if you need any help, within my ability, I will definitely help you."

I touched the pocket of my coat, and it really contained my wallet. It was the same dress I wore when I bought the scarf for that bastard, and I hadn't had time to take out my wallet yet.

After tossing for so long, it is almost four o'clock in the morning.

"You take me to a nearby hotel."

Fang Luo nodded and started the car.

All he was looking for were star-rated hotels, I absolutely can't live here, I don't have much in my wallet, Zhang Zechen will definitely know where I am as long as I swipe my card, so I have to find a small hotel that doesn't attract attention.

After a long drive, we finally turned all the way to the outskirts of the city before we found a hotel, and it was already dawn.

After checking in, Fang Luo followed me all the way to the room. I asked him to rest here for a while, and he sat on the bed and looked around the small room.

A bed, a TV, and a bathroom.

"Why do you bother yourself?"

"..." I was silent.

He sighed, probably after dawn, he left.

I was so tired that I fell asleep.

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I didn't sleep for a long time, and I woke up before noon.

I was a little hungry, so I looked outside, and there was a market.

I opened my wallet, and there is still no 1000 yuan, but there is definitely a huge deposit in that card, but I dare not move it.

As long as I swipe my card, Zhang Zechen will know where I am.

I looked at my belly, then at my wallet.

Finally, I got some change and headed out.

There must be a way for the car to reach the mountain. The most important thing is to fill the stomach.

When I walked out of the hotel, I almost saw through those eyes.

I purposely wore my clothes backwards so as to cover some of my belly, but those people still looked at me without looking away.

I quickly bought some instant noodles and went back to the small room.

While cooking instant noodles, I was meditating.

With Zhang Zechen's power, how long will it take to find me?Two days a day, or two weeks a week?It is impossible for him to find me, and it will be a matter of time to get me back, but what about after I go back?

I still remember the brutality before, and the pain almost killed me. At that time, I wished Zhang Zechen would kill me, and I didn't want to suffer that kind of pain again.

What about this time?How will Zhang Zechen treat me this time?Or that he wanted to kill me.

By the way, Fang Luo.Fang Luo won't tell Zhang Zechen my whereabouts, will he? !

After thinking about it, probably not.Zhang Zechen didn't meet Fang Luo, and he didn't know that I would meet Fang Luo either.Moreover, even if Fang Luo told him, Zhang Zechen would find me sooner or later.

I was not such a person who would give up on myself before, probably because the object was Zhang Zechen, so I felt that all my actions were futile, so I naturally gave up resistance.

I lived in this hotel for a few days, and it was very peaceful all the time. Zhang Zechen didn't seem to find me yet.

This year has passed, and I was alone in a small hotel watching the New Year's Eve party, and my stomach started to hurt from time to time, and I could only bear it.

During this period, Fang Luo came again and brought me some clothes. I was very grateful to him. He also said that he would call him if there was anything to do in the future, and we exchanged mobile phone numbers with each other.

About half a month later, Zhang Zechen still couldn't find me.This year's Chinese New Year is very early, the aunt of the small hotel is very kind, and brought me some food made by myself. I haven't eaten food made by humans for a long time. These days, I almost eat instant noodles, so I feel sorry for the hotel aunt The goodwill has been improved several grades.

So this New Year, I ate the meat stewed by the hotel aunt, watched the Spring Festival Gala on TV, and spent it with a big belly.

It was another night, before January had passed, probably around the [-]th, when my stomach suddenly started to hurt violently. ?

No.17 disease

?My stomach suddenly hurts very much.

In the middle of the night, I suddenly woke up in pain.

At first, it was bearable pain. I just lay on the bed with my stomach in my arms, but gradually, the pain became unbearable. It was different from a cut wound. How can I describe it? Caught in the hand and kneaded fiercely.

At this time, I thought, isn't it about to give birth?

How can I do this, how can I solve it myself?I'm not a woman, I must have a caesarean section, should I do it myself with a kitchen knife?If I go to a nearby hospital, will someone operate on me?Will I be treated as a research object, or be exposed?

My stomach hurt so bad that I rolled from the bed to the floor, and my lower lip was almost bitten off. I dared not make a sound, because the sound insulation in the room here is not good.

I took out my phone and looked for the few phone numbers on it, but I didn't know who to call.

At this time, the first thing I thought of was Zhang Zechen.

If Zhang Zechen is here, I don’t have to worry about anything, I just need to say to him 'Chener, my stomach hurts', and he will immediately take me to a hospital where no one cares whether I am a man or a woman, everything is provided He is ready, all I need to do is tell him all my thoughts.

When exactly did I become so incapable of autonomy and so dependent on him?I have no idea.

Consciousness gradually blurred, I accidentally dialed Zhang Zechen's number, I wanted to hang up, but my arm couldn't make any effort, and I passed out before the phone was connected.

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Memories squeezed out of the cracks like ants one by one, and even many small details came to my mind.

I once read an article saying that the memory of human beings in this life before death will be played back like a movie. The scene is extremely spectacular, and it is the same for me now.

I seem to be in a room without borders, and the images in my memories are being played scene after scene. That is different from the independent third-perspective memory, which is real, the memory of my perspective.

This is very strange, am I going to die?Could it be that giving birth to a child will cause death?

Just when I thought of the word child, an image played in front of my eyes.

I still remember that it was just at the beginning of autumn, Zhang Zechen and I were sitting on the bamboo swing in the garden. ． ． ． ． ．

"Have you decided what to name your child?"

——"Of course! I've thought about it a long time ago. If it's a boy, I'll call it Zhang Qi, and if it's a girl, I'll call it Zhang Ran."

——"Why such a name?"

——"These nicknames are easy to call! One is Xiaojiu and the other is Xiaoqi!"

. . . . . .

I really thought about this name for a long time, but Zhang Zechen didn't seem very satisfied, he didn't say it to me face to face.

As soon as I thought of Zhang Zechen, another scene appeared in front of me.

It was a night when I couldn't sleep.

. . . . . .

——"Chen'er, Chen'er, are you awake?"

——"Chen'er? Chen'er?"

—— "...well, awake."

--"I can not sleep."

——"Hey! Zhang Zechen! Are you awake?"

——"Awake...what's the matter?"

——"You talk to me, I can't sleep."

——"..."

From time to time, he will personally come forward to deal with some blood / gore.Every time I come back, if I am in a bad mood and feel a little tired, I will go to deal with the "boring things that I have to show up"; if I am in a good mood, I will probably do it myself.

Thinking of the bloody incident, all the pictures in this empty room stopped instantly, and my body began to tremble, and then some of those pictures moved forward rapidly, and some quickly reversed, and all of them were moving forward in time.

--No!don't want!stop!Do not recall!

My eyes widened, and all the pictures turned to the same time.

--stop!I don't want to think of these!

—Stop it, please, I don't want it!

The screen started to play, and my pupils shrank instantly.

——Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah! ! ! !

Like bursting bubbles, in an instant, those pictures all shattered and disappeared, and the room became dark.

Why do you remind me of this?Why does this memory impress me so deeply?

Those two months. ． ． ．

Fortunately, the memory stopped, but I still haven't left here.

It doesn't matter, as long as it doesn't call me back, it doesn't matter anything.

Little did I know that this was my last chance to recall.

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