Morbid domestication

This is the room I was imprisoned in

What day?

Seems

tenth day?I don't know, I can't think.

I didn't lose my memory again, but it wasn't much better either.

I feel like I have fallen into an endless nightmare, my consciousness is always in a half-dream and half-awake state, more often my reaction to the outside world is vague, I don’t seem to have too many emotions, happy, angry, sad, Disappointed, these are gone.

I just felt like I was isolated in a transparent glass cover, I couldn't get out, and everything outside became illusory.

Fortunately, the house is no longer as empty as before, it is now filled with various furniture, because Feng Jue moved in.

The floor is covered with thick woolen carpets, and a black desk is placed not far from my bed. Opposite the desk is a soft warm yellow fabric sofa, and there is a side table next to it, on which are several books I wrote before. Frequently read books.

The scene was inexplicably familiar, and I realized belatedly that the furniture in the whole house is the same as Feng Jue's study in the previous villa.

The only difference is that there is an extra bed, and there is a bouquet of flowers in a vase next to the bed, which is a bouquet of white tulips with dew.

Feng Jue has stayed with me almost every step these days. I don't understand why Feng Jue did this, but I can't stop him.

I clearly knew that I was resisting in my heart, but that emotion seemed to be isolated, and I couldn't make any more reactions. I could only let Feng Jue pull me to do all kinds of things he wanted me to do.

Every day I would wake up in the same bed with him, he would take my hand to wash in the bathroom, and he would help me squeeze out toothpaste; as usual, he would help me pick up a lot of dishes that I like or don’t like when eating , urged me to finish eating.

Most of the time during the day, Feng Jue always handles work at his desk, he seems to be very busy all the time, sometimes when I wake up in the middle of the night, I find that the lamp in front of his desk is still on.

And when he was working, I was in a daze most of the time, Feng Jue gave me a few books, and also gave me a lot of Lego to pass the time, but I threw them aside.

I started to do some very boring things. I curled up on the bed and silently counted the number of links in the chain on my ankle, but it may also be that my mind is confused now, and the results of each count are different.

Feng Jue doesn't care what I do, he just comes over to hug me during work breaks, sometimes rests his head on my shoulder, and sighs, "Xiaoyi, it's good to have you by my side."

There was tiredness in his voice that couldn't be concealed. I thought he wanted me to hug him too, but I couldn't react too much, and I didn't have any extra emotions.

I would just stare at the bookshelf not far away and start counting silently

How many books are there in the first row? After counting

In the first row, if Feng Jue still doesn't get up, I will naturally start counting

second row.

But this is rarely the case, basically I

The first row of books is not finished counting, he got up, he will kiss my face tenderly, and continue to go back to work.

I don't care what he does, he just gets bored.

Once he played me a very simple piano piece, yes, simple, even if I can't turn my head now, I feel that the piece is played a bit messy, the rhythm is wrong, fast and slow, and there are several places Played wrong.

As if seeing my frowning eyebrows, Feng Jue rubbed my head and explained with a smile: "BalladepourAdeline, Xiaoyi, you played it for me."

It took me a long time to realize that this was a video I had specially recorded for the purpose of sending it to Feng Jue.

It's too ugly, I thought, how could Feng Jue listen to it, and he seems to have set it as the ringtone for incoming calls, every time someone calls him, this ugly piano music will sound in the room.

I still don't have much strength on my body, so Feng Jue naturally helped me do many things.

He would fill a bathtub with water, hug me in, let me lean my head against the edge of the bathtub, wash my hair with the shower, and warm water slowly poured over my head, lingering in the bathroom The steam gradually blurred my eyes.

After washing, Feng Jue will let me sit in front of the mirror in the bathroom, and he will help me dry my hair with a hair dryer. Now I will look at Feng Jue's movements in the mirror through the messy hair in front of my eyes. , Watching his knuckle fingers constantly shuttle through my black hair, his movements are gentle, and the eyes that look down at me are even more gentle.

When everything is settled, he will hold me halfway on the bed, wrap me in his arms, hold a book under the warm floor lamp, and read poems to me in a low and melodious voice until I fall asleep completely. go.

I don't understand why Feng Jue did this. He can obviously use more methods to make me submit, but I can't think too much, and I don't even want to explore.

We just stayed in this room all day like this, I couldn't go out, and Feng Jue stayed with me in the room, we were like two people imprisoned, living on a never-ending island No worries, carefree days.

But I knew in my heart that this was not the case, because every few days, the doctor in the white coat would come with a medical kit.

Whenever this happens, I will curl up in the corner, desperately trying to reduce my sense of existence, I don’t want to be injected, because every time I get an injection, I will feel very uncomfortable, I will feel dizzy and nauseous, but compared to this, I am even more afraid that I have been immersed in the ups and downs of consciousness, and the feeling of losing any emotions is too difficult.

But usually, I don't have much strength to struggle when I'm exhausted. In the end, I will be tightly hugged by Feng Jue, allowing the cold blue liquid to pour into my body.

At this time, Feng Jue would cover my eyes with his hand, and comfort me softly in my ear: "Good boy, it will be fine soon."

Once I collapsed, but I didn't even have the strength to cry, I could only sob softly, leaning against Feng Jue's arms and shivering, almost breathless with sadness, that time Feng Jue hugged her I waited for a long, long time, and when my crying subsided, he gently wiped away the tears that kept falling from the corners of my eyes with his hands, I heard him say.

"Xiaoyi, don't leave me."

At that moment, his expression seemed to be very sad, and there seemed to be a hint of pleading in his tone. It was a seal I had never seen before. He seemed to have taken off his hard armor, and took off the unchanging mask on his face. It became alive and real.

After the injection, he would talk to me a lot, and he kept asking me the same questions.

He is Feng Jue, every time I answer like this, but he tells me it is wrong, I should call him Mr.

Then he will ask me who am I?

At this time, I can't answer, who am I?I thought about it for a long time, but couldn't figure it out, so I could only tell him honestly.

I do not know.

He will be a little unhappy at this time, although his expression has not changed, I just know that Feng Jue is unhappy, but I really don't know what the correct answer is.

I felt very confused again, Feng Jue knew who I was, why would he ask me this question.

My head hurts, oh, I remembered, he wanted me to be Xiaoyi, but I wasn't, so who am I?

I looked at Feng Jue and asked this question.

He will tell me firmly: "You are Xiaoyi, my most cherished little prince."

I subconsciously shook my head in denial: "I'm not."

Feng Jue will keep repeating to me, telling me that I am careless.

Although I don't feel angry, I feel that he is a little annoying. Usually at this time, I will get up from him, slowly move back to the bed, and then cover the quilt over my head. I don't want to see him, all kinds of meanings Up.

After a while, I will be hugged across the quilt, Feng Jue will tear off some of the quilt, exposing my head, he will put his chin on top of my head, and whisper: "Sleep."

I don't know how many days have passed, in a room without windows, I only rely on three meals a day and sleep to tell the time, and I soon forget it. Of course, it may also be because my brain is not working well now.

I don't know why Feng Jue can still stay in this room, but I can't stay any longer.

I am a little irritable today, and my emotions are much more intense than before. I think it may be because I have another injection day, otherwise I shouldn't have so many emotions.

Feng Jue is still sitting at the desk and working. He seems to be in a video conference. He is wearing earphones. I can't hear the voice from the other side. I can only hear some simple words like "OK" and "Yes" from Feng Jue occasionally.

I dragged the chain on my feet from the head of the bed to the end of the bed, and then from the edge of the bed to the front of the sofa. I was like an animal that couldn't find an exit, circling around the room anxiously.

I want to go out, this kind of thought is particularly strong today, but I don't know how to talk to Feng Jue.

My dull brain was thinking, can I tell Feng Jue that I want to re-cut some tulips, because the tulips beside the bed are not fresh anymore.

"Xiaoyi, what's wrong with you?"

The sound of Feng Jue came from behind, and my footsteps stopped suddenly, as if he had finished his work.

I turned around, opened and closed my mouth but didn't know how to speak, and Feng Jue didn't urge me, he seemed to be patiently waiting for me to take the initiative to speak.

During this period of time, Feng Jue asked, I answered, and the rest of the time I was silent, so that until now, I find it very difficult to speak.

I struggled for a long time, pointed to the tulips on the bed, and finally said only one word: "Flowers..."

"What happened to the flowers?"

"Yes, change."

Feng Jue asked me tentatively: "Xiaoyi want to change?"

I nodded.

Feng Jue got up and walked in front of me, looked at me and continued to ask: "Does Xiaoyi want to go out?"

I nod faster.

Feng Jue patted my head, "Then I would like to answer a few questions for me."

"who am I?"

I know the answer, and I speak quickly.

"gentlemen."

Feng Jue asked again: "Who are you?"

I frowned, paused for a while, and finally replied reluctantly: "Xiaoyi."

"Will Xiaoyi be with Mr. forever?"

I hesitated for this answer for a long time. After Feng Jue repeated the question again, I answered slowly: "Yes."

As for why Feng Jue is obsessed with the title "Mr.", there will be an explanation later.

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