restless youth syndrome

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But it’s not a problem if things go on like this. It’s okay for the family to say, anyway, they never ask me about my whereabouts. I’m the same as me, but what about the school and the cake shop?I have been absent from class for so many days, so I must have been discovered. I don’t know where my mobile phone is, and I can’t answer the call. Did they contact me or not?

There are landlines in many places in this house, but every time I pick up the phone, someone comes over and "tactfully" stops me.

I have to say that these black suits treated me much better than on the first day I first came here, and I don’t know what Zhang Zechen said to them.

Ye Yiming often haunts the manor, and here I am the most familiar with him, and we are similar in age, so we can chat.

I wondered why he was so idle, and I couldn't see him doing serious things all day long, and then he told me that his serious business was to stay idle.

I gradually learned about Zhang Zechen from his mouth, but I always felt that the credibility was not high, because the Zhang Zechen I saw was too different from what he described.

A few days later, I really felt that going on like this was not an option, so when Zhang Zechen woke up, I told him that I wanted to go back.

This day I made breakfast as usual, but it was richer than usual. When I opened the door, he still hadn't woken up.

I put breakfast on the table and went to the cloakroom to pick out the clothes for him to wear today.

When he came out, he had finished washing and was sitting on a chair.

"You want to tell me you're leaving here," he said suddenly.

"How do you know?" I was a little surprised.

"I've been thinking about it for so long and you can't bear it anymore, and today you came in earlier than before."

He sat there talking indifferently, took a sip of the milk on the table.I was a little embarrassed and didn't know whether to follow his words.

Now that he knows everything, let me tell you.

"Then do you agree?"

I asked cautiously, looking into his eyes. At this moment, for some reason, what Ye Yiming said to me appeared in my mind. Those scenes seemed to happen right in front of my eyes, but I didn’t know why the protagonist became me.

Zhang Zechen stood up and stretched, ignored me and walked past me, picked up his clothes and put them on.

I don't know where the courage came from, so I asked again, "Do you agree?"

It stands to reason that I shouldn't be so low-key. It's illegal for him to keep me here almost like this. We are all human beings. No matter how powerful he is, he can't ignore human rights.

Thinking of this, I suddenly gained confidence, and my voice became louder, "Are you acquiescing?"

Zhang Zechen stopped, as if he heard something funny, and laughed out loud, then he turned his head and walked towards me, I felt an invisible pressure, as he approached, the smell of Marlboro It became more and more intense, he looked at me and could describe it as condescending, then he grabbed my chin with the same force that he wanted to crush it.

"pain......"

"The outside makes you yearn so much?" Zhang Zechen leaned closer to my ear, and the warm breath from his breath made my ears itch. "What is it? Your parents who don't care about the family are still good classmates?"

He was angry, but my gut told me he was angry not because I wanted to leave.

Being with him was like fighting a psychological war.

"It's all..." I answered him.

"Then what do you want from me? Kill them, so that you will have nothing to worry about and stay by my side wholeheartedly?" His tone was frivolous, but I felt fear.

He checked me, I know that, but I don't know how far he checked.My parents, classmates, after he knew this, would he have found out where my biological mother was?

"Don't involve them!"

"Then let me settle accounts with you alone."

He suddenly let go of me, and called out the names of several people outside the door, as if he had been waiting outside for a long time, and soon someone opened the door and came in, holding many boxes in his hand, opening them one by one. on the ground.The box was opened, and inside were various torture instruments that I couldn't name.

I couldn't help stepping back, looking at those things, and then at Zhang Zechen. I was sure that those things were going to be used on me.

I couldn't stop shivering, and the joints in my hands turned white.

The gate was guarded, and it was impossible for me to go out through the main gate.This is the fourth floor. If you jump from the window, you will definitely fall to your death. Even if you don’t die, you will definitely be caught by the people below.I looked around for a place to escape, but I couldn't find it anywhere.

Those people came over and grabbed me. I don't know who kicked me in the calf, and I fell to my knees.I struggled wildly, those people were much stronger than me, and it didn't work in the end, they caught me effortlessly, and then Zhang Zechen took out a needle from the box, sucked something, and injected it into me in the neck.

I was so scared that I just begged for mercy and struggled crazily.

He injected me with some medicine, and I just felt my nerves getting more and more excited.

"Remember everything you went through today."

Zhang Zechen's voice was extremely clear in my ears, and the pain of the knife cutting the skin seemed to be magnified countless times. He clearly only cut the skin, but I felt the pain as if piercing my heart.

His cuts were deeper and deeper, and the pain I felt was even more unbearable. My wailing that day was absolutely loud, until he gave me another injection, and I gradually felt unable to speak out.

Pain, pain, pain.

I can't feel anything but pain.

Tears and sweat poured into the wound, and what made the pain worse was his churning in my wound.

This was the first inhuman abuse I encountered, and it was from here that my fear of Zhang Zechen became deeply rooted.

There was no slight emotional ups and downs in his eyes, and there was no hesitation in the hand holding the knife. I felt like a pig, and he was the butcher who cut the pork.

I remember the experience clearly from beginning to end, and it was perhaps the most conscious I've ever been in my life.

I don't know how long it took before Zhang Zechen walked away.

The person who came in again was a foreigner with blond hair and green eyes. ． ． ． ． ．juvenile.He looks so young, I can only describe him as a teenager.He was wearing a doctor's white coat, holding a leather bag in his hand, his hair was about shoulder length, braided loosely behind him.The doctor-looking man had a smile on his face, and he didn't change anything after seeing me. You must know that I was definitely like a bloody person at that time. If no one cares about it, I will die from excessive blood loss.

He skillfully sewed up the wound for me, and said apologetically, "It hurts, I can't give you an anesthesia injection because the medicine you injected..."

He spoke vaguely, and I couldn't hear him until the end.

When the whole body is done, I'm sure I'll be like a mummy.

In the end, I didn't pass out from the pain. The effect of the medicine was really good. I lay on the bed with my eyes open for a very long time before I fell asleep drowsily. ?

fifth disease

?Other people's first love is spent in a childish little mood, but my first love seems to be in an American blockbuster.

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Nearly two months had passed by the time the injuries on his body were almost healed.

Logically speaking, although those wounds were many, they did not hurt the bones, and the recovery should not be so slow. This is also thanks to Zhang Zechen's unrestrained demands.

In two months, I have understood everything that should be clear, and I have also figured out what should be understood. Since I can't avoid it, why not let myself live better?If obedience is better than rebellion, and there is no loss for me, why not obey?

Although this idea is a bit self-defeating, but those things at school, cake shop, and home have nothing to do with me now. No matter how I think about it, I can't go back, right?

My mind is not strong at all, and I will definitely not be able to withstand another devastation.

After trying to accept some things, it is not so painful-although it is still unwilling.

During these days, I have figured out a little bit of Zhang Zechen's onset point. How should he say, he has some mental problems.It's not so elusive. After getting along for a long time, you will feel that this person is really naive, a bit like a big boy in the rebellious period-such a pure creature is very different from him, I said 'like' Just some awkwardness.

My birthday was more than a week after the atrocity. Although I have always had a lunar birthday, it is good enough that he still remembers it.

Everyone in the manor didn't say a word about what happened that day, and Zhang Zechen acted as if it didn't happen. On my birthday, he was very gentle and gave me my first gift, a little white cat.

I really like it very much. That cat is not a rare breed. It is the kind of white cat that can be seen everywhere. It has light blue eyes and is covered in snow-white and snow-white. I can't even recognize it.

I named her 'Furball' because she really looks like a ball when she comes.

I had an injury on my birthday, so I didn’t have any party. What Zhang Zechen meant was that I would find time to make up for it when my injury was almost healed, and introduce me to other people by the way.

The weather is getting warmer and warmer, and Zhang Zechen has relaxed a lot of restrictions on my movements. As long as I don't leave the manor, I can wander around casually.

Recently, I like to sit in the pavilion in the garden with my hair ball in my arms, eating snacks and staring in a daze. The sun is just right, and the scenery in the garden is also good.