Morbid domestication

This is my third day waking up in this bedroom.

The butler Zhang Bo's restrained and polite knock on the door was enough to remind, but it didn't seem noisy.I look up at the quartz clock on the wall, 8:00.

Just like the previous two days, every minute and every second were not bad.

I lay on the bed without moving, because I knew that the knocking on the door would stop.

Just as I guessed, there were only three knocks on the door, and then the empty corridor returned to deathly silence.

I know, Zhang Bo is gone.

Uncle Zhang left, quietly.Like all the servants in this family, he was silent and decent, he didn't even make the sound of footsteps easily, and the whole room was as quiet as a tomb.

Life here is like a computer program, and the same process happens every day.I've only been here for two days, and I've figured out that if I don't walk out of the door within 15 minutes, the knock on the door will ring again, urging me to go out.

It's annoying.

After sitting quietly on the bed for a long time, I was stuck on the timeline. At 4 minutes, I turned over and got out of bed, put on the slippers at my feet, stood up, and looked around the bedroom I was in.

Before going out, I looked back at this bedroom, which is said to be the bedroom I lived in for three years.

The dark blue wallpaper enveloped the entire room, gloomy and overwhelming.There are several photo frames of different sizes and styles on the opposite shelf, and the protagonists in them are all me without exception.

And only me.

The me in five or six photo frames are all of different ages, and most of them are in school.There are group photos and single photos, but the most recent one is only when I was in high school.

The photo I look at the most these days goes back to my high school days.In the photo I was wearing a suit-style high school uniform, the school badge was unclear, and I couldn't remember which school it was.

It's clearly my photo, but I have no impression.

The entire wall opposite to the photo is filled with models, ranging from a robot a few centimeters to an airplane model as tall as me.

It is said that this is assembled by myself.

It is said again, how funny, every bit of me is told to me by others.

The knock on the door sounded for the second time. It seemed that I was in a daze for more than 1 minute, and that annoying old guy came again.

Originally, I planned to go out, but when he urged me, I didn't want to obey his wishes.I ignored the knock on the door and turned to enter the bathroom equipped in the room.

Walking into the bathroom, I saw myself in the mirror above the vanity.

The mirror was wiped spotless and reflected me in every detail.A young face in his twenties, with slightly long bangs covering his eyes faintly, the corners of his eyes are long and narrow, his lips are thin, his skin is cold and white, he looks cold and unpopular.

Those eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, without fluctuations, as deep as an abyss, and the light that should have existed in it was stolen.

I closed my eyes, turned on the faucet, sprinkled a handful of water on my face, and used the cold water to wake myself up from unnecessary thoughts.

When I went downstairs, Uncle Zhang was already standing in front of the dining table. When he saw me going downstairs, he nodded to me.

I don't know why, Zhang Bo doesn't talk to me very much on weekdays.

He can't say hello to me, it should be said that he basically can't talk to me. On the first day, if I didn't see him and his subordinates ordering things, I even thought he was dumb.

He helped me pull out the chair and waited for me to sit down, as if I was someone who couldn't take care of himself.Until now, I am not used to being served in such a meticulous manner, and I feel embarrassed.

But this is the family rule, I can't make him change it for me, so I can only accept it.

I glanced at the dishes on the table. It was exquisite and luxurious. It was just a breakfast, but it actually filled the whole long table.The dishes are not much different from the previous two days, because they said this is what I like.

I picked up a sandwich, put it in my mouth, and chewed it expressionlessly.Every dish on this table is the same to me, there is nothing I like or dislike.

Until I swallowed the last bite, there was no sound in the restaurant other than my knife and fork hitting the plate and chewing. Obviously there were people walking around to serve and remove the plates, but they seemed to have a mute program installed.

I wiped my mouth with a napkin and asked the owner of the house, "Where is Mr. Feng?"

Ask Mr. Feng, Zhang Bo will definitely answer me.He raised his wrist and looked at his watch, and replied respectfully: "Sir, the company has something to deal with temporarily in the morning. But it's time to come back. Do you want to wait for him here?"

"No." I stood up, the chair made a harsh friction sound on the floor, turned my head and left the restaurant.

Uncle Zhang followed me step by step, and asked softly, "Then are you going to the studio?"

I stopped abruptly, turned around with a frown, and glanced coldly at the old butler with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes.I wanted to tell him that I would go back to my bedroom and lie down without doing anything, but what he said was not a question, but a reminder.

On the surface, he asked me if I would go to the studio, but actually reminded me: it's time to go to the studio.

This is an unwritten rule at home. I seem to have been set a strict schedule by someone. After breakfast, I have to go to the studio to paint for a few hours, whether I want to or not.

Zhang Bo and I stood silently opposite each other at the stairs. It was a silent confrontation. I was expressing my dissatisfaction, and Zhang Bo also stood straight on the spot, not retreating half a step.

"Sir is coming back." Uncle Zhang said suddenly.

"I'm going to the studio."

As soon as Uncle Zhang said that, I knew I had lost.After throwing down a sentence, I walked towards the studio in big strides, regardless of whether Uncle Zhang could keep up.

When I came to the studio, I quickly closed the door, shutting the old guy out, and then let out a long breath.

The light in the studio is very good, almost an entire wall has been transformed into floor-to-ceiling windows, the warm pale golden sun in the morning shines into the room through the glass windows, and the white walls become glamorous.

Looking out of the window, there is a sea of ​​tulips outside. This place is as beautiful as a dream, and it is my favorite place in this house for three days.

I'd like to be here if I want to, not because I'm reminded, not because I "should" be here.

I went to the easel and sat down, on which was an unfinished drawing.These days I am painting the sky, I love the vastness of the sky.

Actually, I'm not good at drawing.But this studio is specially prepared for me, because I loved painting in the past.

In fact, rather than painting, I prefer to lie on the floor in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, tilt my head and look at the entire sea of ​​tulips and the sky above it.

I picked up a paintbrush casually, dipped some blue oil paint and slowly smeared it on the canvas, trying to draw the sky outside the window at this moment, but obviously, I have no talent, the effect of the sky finally presented on the canvas Just a flat blue.

After only painting for a while, I lost interest and threw away the brush. I planned to lie on the floor in front of the window in a daze. That was the thing I enjoyed the most so far.

As soon as I wanted to get up, I heard two "clicks" behind me. It was the sound of the door being opened and closed.

Footsteps sounded, and I knew who was coming without turning around.

Feng Jue, the master of this house.

My plan to sneak away was shattered, so I could only continue to sit in front of the canvas, pretending to be with a pen.Feng Jue's footsteps were steady and powerful, and the leather shoes knocked on the floor, more like knocking on my heart.

Click, click, click.

I clenched my paintbrush unconsciously, I was nervous.

Suddenly, the back of my neck was pinched by a big hand.Feng Jue's hand was cold, I suddenly tensed up, every muscle in my body tightened, and my heart was beating wildly.

He gently stroked the skin of my neck, and the coolness penetrated through the pores into my blood, almost freezing me.

I'm like a cat being pinched by the back of the neck. His gentle movements are intended to make me tame, but all I feel under the palm is fear.But maybe Feng Jue doesn't care, no matter what the reason is, as long as I obey me obediently, he will be satisfied.

"Small."

Feng Jue's voice was full of tenderness, and the breath sprayed into my ears along with the voice, which made me tremble.

I turned my head slowly and saw Feng Jue's handsome and aggressive face.With a straight nose, deep features, impeccably handsome.But the fanaticism and obsession written in those eyes made it hard for me to resist.

As long as his gaze falls on me, it will turn into a scorching red flame, and the intense love will burn wildly, scalding me too.

He loved me, I have no doubt, but I have no memory of it either.

I don't remember our past, I don't remember how his love came about, and I don't love him.

"Xiao Yi, what are you drawing?" Feng Jue spoke out again, gently urging me to answer.

I remained silent, so he didn't wait any longer, lowered his head, and naturally held my cheek with the other hand, forcing me to look up at him, and his callused thumb brushed the corner of my mouth affectionately.

"Drawing tulips?" he asked.

No, not tulips.I think.

"Ah, yes," I said.

My chin was held up by his bony hands, which forced me to look into his eyes, and I could even see my somewhat cold face reflected in those eyes.

Looking at those eyes that are usually cold and distant, at this moment, there is full of obsession and love, the tenderness that is about to overflow is like an overwhelming net, and I am like a bird that is firmly trapped in it and cannot break free. birds.

I gently turned my face away, bent down and put the paintbrush back into the pen container, pretending to be natural and distanced myself from Feng Jue.

"You still don't get used to it." Feng Jue's eyes darkened, he sensed my intentional alienation.

He was referring to being uncomfortable with being intimate with him.I turned my head away and said sullenly: "You know, I forgot everything."

"It doesn't matter."

Feng Jue straightened up, put his hands casually on the drawing board, his simple white shirt and suit pants outlined his tall and tall figure, standing casually, also exuding a menacing aura.

He showed a gentle smile, turned his head to look at the sea of ​​flowers outside the window, and said softly: "Don't worry, Xiaoyi, I will remember, I will let you remember."

I heard this sentence from him when I first saw Feng Jue.

I still remember the moment I opened my eyes, the first person I saw was Feng Jue. At that time, my mind was blank, I didn't know where this was, let alone who I was.

I could only sit on the bed in a daze, my hand was tightly held by Feng Jue, but my heart was empty.

I looked at this handsome man, opened and closed his thin lips gently, and listened to his story about me.

I know that my name is Xu Tangyi, and I am 27 years old.

I found out that I had a car accident on the way to the art exhibition. Although my body was fine, my head was hit and I lost my memory.

I know his name, his name is Feng Jue, he is my lover who has been in love and lived together for three years, and has decided to hold a wedding at the end of the year.

He also talked a lot, telling me stories about our acquaintance and acquaintance.

But I don't remember either.

He seemed a little disappointed at the time, but he quickly held my hand and said to me confidently: "Xiaoyi, don't worry, I will remind you of it."

Although I don't remember what he said at all, I think he must really love me, otherwise he wouldn't even remember the color of my shirt cuff buttons when we first met.

I was taken back by my lover to the villa where we lived together for three years, and lived here for three days.

He is considerate and considerate, as long as he is in the villa, he almost takes care of all my affairs.

But he is very gentlemanly and restrained. We don't even live in the same room now. This couple who have lived together for three years is actually very unreasonable, but I was really relieved when I learned about this.

He acted like a perfect lover in every way.

But I am very disturbed.

When a person can't remember anything, there happens to be another person in front of you, pouring out endless love for you, and telling the sweetness of your past.

You won't be moved, you won't be happy, you will only be panicked, and you will even continue to doubt yourself.

At least that's how I am now.