Morbid domestication

The author has something to say: I advise you to give me starfish, don't force me to beg you~~~

This is my No.40 nine days of living in this villa.

There is still one day before Feng Jue returns to the villa.

It is also my last day at this villa.

At this moment, I am leaning against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the studio, staring sideways at the far lower right of my field of vision. Although it is blocked by some short trees as a landscape, I can vaguely see the gate of the villa.

I'm waiting.

If there are no accidents, around 10 o'clock, the gate of the villa will open, and at the same time, a delivery car will drive to the back kitchen, unload the goods, and drive away half an hour later.

This is my conclusion based on what I have seen in the past. Also, as long as there are people in this villa, it will need daily necessities and daily necessities.

The delivery truck came every three days, and today happened to be the third day.

What I have to do now is to make good use of this opportunity, create chaos, get rid of those who are watching me all the time, and take the opportunity to hide in the car and escape.

This plan is not perfect, if there is a loophole in a series of links, everything I have done will fall short.

For example, what should I do if the delivery car suddenly stops coming?What if the fire I started was quickly extinguished?What should I do if I can't get rid of those people's surveillance?What should I do if I was discovered before the car was driven out?

There are many, many, but I can't take care of them. I'm just betting on the [-]% possibility now.

I almost kept staring at the direction of the gate of the villa, feeling both apprehensive and excited.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and my forehead, which was half pressed against the glass, began to ache a little, and only then did I see Zhang Bo and two servants appearing in front of the gate of the villa.

coming!

I was overjoyed, although I couldn't see Zhang Bo's movements clearly because of the angle and distance, but I could see the door that was slowly opening.

It was like opening hope in my heart.

My heart was pounding, and the opening of the door seemed to be in slow motion in my eyes, frame by frame, from closed to fully open.

I watched the silver car drive in slowly, saw the driver get out of the car, said something to Uncle Zhang, got back in the car and closed the door after a while, and the car quickly disappeared from my sight , The gate of the villa was also closed again.

I waited patiently for a few more minutes, estimating the time in my mind, and generally felt that the car had driven to the back kitchen, and I got up from the window.

I walked slowly to the center of the studio, and first looked around the surroundings of the studio. I was familiar with everything inside. Although I had smashed it once before, Feng Jue quickly restored it to the same level as before. no difference.

I looked at the dozens of different styles of picture frames arranged in a random order in the room, forming a magnificent and strange art space in my eyes.

I don't know much about art, and I just think it's a pity that so many beautiful paintings will be burned in the future.

At last, the eyes fell on the wooden easel in the middle, surrounded by a palette full of oil paints, different types of brushes neatly placed in one place, and on it was a painting that was about to be completed - that is what I painted Tulips for days.

I still have no talent, and I can only say one thing about the things I have drawn for so long. The colors are unique.

I walked over and was about to remove it from the top when my phone rang on the clip.

The abrupt ringtone was especially noticeable in the quiet studio. I paused when I took the painting, and then took out the phone from my pocket.

The name displayed on the screen is Feng Jue.

I almost sneered, but I quickly pressed the answer button, and spoke first before sealing the formula: "Sir, guess what I'm doing?"

Feng Jue chuckled lightly: "Well...let me guess, Xiao Yi is reading a book?"

"No." I quickly denied it, and at the same time, I slid my fingers lightly across the painting: "Sir, guess again."

"Then it's in the studio." Feng Jue asked again: "Is Xiaoyi painting?"

I raised my voice, as if I was very happy to say: "That's right~ Mister is amazing!"

"Then I guess Xiaoyi is painting that pair of tulips."

"Yes." I took out the lighter from my pocket, played with it in my hand, and continued: "Sir, I will finish the painting soon."

"Does that mean that tomorrow I can receive the painting of the little prince?"

Hearing the joy of Feng Jue's voice on the phone, I also smiled. I lifted the lighter into the air, slowly rubbed the switch with my thumb, and my hands trembled slightly because of the excitement in my heart.

I replied: "Yes, sir, you can see it tomorrow, but I can't draw well."

The lighter was turned on with a "snap", and a blue flame burned on the fuselage. I even smelled the smell of engine oil in the air.

"As long as it is painted with care and attention, it is the best."

"is it?"

I put the lighter in the lower right corner of the image, and watched it slowly ignite the painting.

The flames slowly climbed up, swallowing up the colorful colors on the paper inch by inch, and the black fly ash flew up in the air, like butterflies fighting the flames.

Looking at the scene in front of me, I feel very happy.

When I was in a better mood, I also brought a little sincerity when I spoke again. I smiled and said to Feng Jue: "I just hope that my husband won't be too angry after seeing my gift."

"I won't be angry." Feng Jue lowered his voice a bit: "I can't ask for it."

"It's very kind of you, sir."

I picked up the half-burned painting with one hand, and threw it on the still life table aside. The white tablecloth on the table was quickly ignited, and soon spread to the wooden picture frame beside it.

Feng Jue's voice came from the phone again: "I went back this time and brought a gift for Xiaoyi, why don't Xiaoyi guess what it is?"

"Hmm..." I pretended to think for a while, then picked up a picture frame that was on fire, and said, "I can't guess, but I will like anything you send me."

As soon as I finished speaking, I threw the picture frame in my hand to the curtain not far away.

The picture frame first hit the wall heavily, then fell to the ground, making two loud noises, and the curtains were also ignited by the flames brought over, and the flames quickly shot up.

"Xiaoyi?" Feng Jue's inquiry came from the phone: "What happened?"

I looked at the flames that were about to connect into pieces in front of me, looked at the thick black smoke rolled up with the flames, and replied with a smile: "It's nothing, it's just that I accidentally knocked down the easel."

Feng Jue didn't answer right away.

I didn't care, and continued to say to myself: "Sir, let's not talk, I have to continue to draw, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to finish it before you come back."

Feng Jue paused for a second before saying, "Okay."

"Then, sir, I'll wait for your return."

I hung up the phone, looked up at the studio that was completely burned, raised the corners of my mouth silently, and then quickly laughed out loud.

I swear I've never woken up from this villa in such a good mood.

I exited the studio, and suddenly thought of something before closing the door. I looked down at the phone in my hand. The next second, I raised my arm and threw the phone into the sea of ​​flames in the distance.

The door of the studio closed again, and through the door, I heard a loud explosion from inside.