Paranoid boyfriend doesn't want to heal

People will not soften their hearts to the rich who do evil, but they can't help but feel sorry for the villain who is forced by the environment, because there will be a balance in the subconscious that will balance that person's tragic past with the bad things he has done.

Xin Tang fell into a little bit of confusion, and even started to regret, why do you need to clean up?

If only he hadn't accidentally smashed that vase...

But Ying Huan, the client, was much calmer than Xin Tang. After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes and felt the cold feeling of the winter sun on his face for a while. There seemed to be a faint sweetness spreading from his mouth, which made him gently The corners of his mouth curled up.

After a while, Ying Huan opened his eyes, and when he turned around, he saw Xin Tang staring blankly at the tombstone. The sunlight refracted the water in his eyes, which were shining brightly, as if covered with a layer of broken diamonds.

He licked his lips, held Xin Tang's side face, half forced him to turn his head, his thumbs almost touched the corners of Xin Tang's eyes, but controlled the distance very well, not wiping away the tears.

"I want to kiss you," Ying Huan asked Xin Tang's opinion slowly, "is it okay?"

Ying Huan rarely asked Xin Tang about such things before.

Xin Tang suddenly felt an indescribably complicated emotion, and even the simple nodding motion felt heavy to him.

Ying Huan obtained her consent and kissed her.

Xin Tang was ready, but he didn't expect that Ying Huan would kiss his eyes.

His first reaction was to freeze, the speed of closing his eyes did not catch up with the speed of Ying Huan leaning over, at that moment, he clearly felt the feeling that his eyes were invaded by foreign objects.

"Ah!" Xin Tang uttered a short scream, and put his hands on Ying Huan's chest, trying to push him away.

But Ying Huan was unmoved, he made up his mind to do something, and Xin Tang couldn't stop him.

Xin Tang began to tremble, and his eyes were irritated to tears, but he didn't taste the salty taste at all, because the tears were all swept into his mouth by Ying Huan.

He wished he could just pass out like this, but even if he was so afraid that his legs were weak and he could barely stand still by relying on Ying Huan, he couldn't pass out with his eyes closed.

Xin Tang was forced to accept all the feelings Ying Huan brought him.

It was just pure pain at first, but since then, his eyes have adapted to the feeling of being invaded by foreign objects.

It was like being pushed off a cliff without any precautions. He thought he would be smashed to pieces, but in fact, he just fell endlessly, throwing away the sense of security of landing. He gradually felt another kind of sinking in the illusory feeling of weightlessness.

When Ying Huan stopped, he stopped falling and landed lightly but steadily.

His whole thoughts were occupied by the joy of the rest of his life after the catastrophe, and he was held in Ying Huan's arms in a daze, speechless for a long time.

Ying Huan's voice seemed half unreal from far away: "I don't hate her, I have the blood of a rapist on my body, she should treat me no matter what. How about you? Will you hate me because of this? "

"Won't."

Xin Tang heard himself answer without hesitation, this was his unconscious but subconscious reaction.

Xin Tang was buried in Ying Huan's neck and didn't see it. Ying Huan slowly raised the corners of his lips and looked at him with a gentle smile in his eyes, but also implied some kind of imperceptible malice.

In the end, Xin Tang was carried back to the car by Ying Huan. His legs were shaking, and he couldn't get over it for a long time. He couldn't walk.

As for why it was carried instead of hugged, it was because Xin Tang justly refused to hug him in exchange for being carried away from the cemetery, and he really couldn't afford to lose that person.

After returning, Xin Tang was so exhausted that he almost fell asleep.

Perhaps because of what he saw during the day, Xin Tang dreamed of Xin He - his father.

Xin He has been an alcoholic for a long time, and has not seen the light all year round. His skin is pale, his eyes are black and black, and his curly hair has grown to the length of his shoulders. Because he didn't take care of it very much, it was messy and gave off a decadent atmosphere.

He numbly poured wine into his mouth, his cloudy eyes could no longer see a trace of sobriety, empty wine bottles were scattered around him, and the air was filled with the disgusting smell of wine.

When Xin Tang came back from work, there was lingering fatigue in his brows and eyes. Seeing Xin He's appearance, he was furious, and rushed over to snatch Xin He's wine bottle.

"Enough! You know how to drink all day long, do you want to drink yourself to death?"

Xin He didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, and opened a new bottle of wine.

"I told you not to drink!"

Like a raging lion, Xin Tang wanted to smash the wine bottle in his hand to vent his anger, but he still endured it until tears of pain filled his scarlet eyes, "Who are you showing this to? Is it her?" Are you not wrong if you die? Didn't you drive the car?"

Xin He stopped drinking, raised his head, and stared at Xin Tang with a pair of cloudy eyes full of resentment, as if what he saw was not his son, but an enemy who wanted to get rid of him quickly.

Xin Tang saw this kind of look a lot, he wiped away his tears, and said bitterly: "The person who really killed her, wasn't you who drove the car?"

"roll!"

Xin He didn't have so many scruples, and after being irritated, he directly smashed the wine bottle in his hand.

The speed was very fast, as if it had arrived in the blink of an eye, everything was still, only the wine bottle slammed on Xin Tang's forehead.

"boom--"

The wine bottle shattered, and scarlet blood flowed down his forehead. When Xin Tang fell down, the world he saw was covered with a red coat, until he closed his eyes, and everything fell into darkness.

But his consciousness did not stagnate because of this, he seemed to have heard the wind.

Xin Tang slowly opened his eyes, and suddenly found that he was already sitting by the window, holding a photo frame in his hand, and there were many water stains on the glass frame.

He touched his cheek in a daze, and when he touched his wet hand, he suddenly realized that the water on the photo frame turned out to be his tears.

There seemed to be a dragging sound coming from behind, Xin Tang subconsciously turned around to look for the source of the sound, but before he saw what was going on, a dry hand reached out and snatched the photo from him.

"What face do you have to cry at her picture?"

Xin He smashed the photo frame in his hand, "What face do you have to cry in front of her picture!"

Xin Tang picked up the photo on the ground, "If you want to get drunk, get out and don't touch my things."

"Is this your thing?" After saying that, Xin He was about to grab the photo.

Xin Tang's temper also came up, and he refused to let go. The two stared at each other with red eyes, and the veins on their foreheads were bulging from the fight.

It doesn't seem like they are competing for photos, but vent their long-standing grievances through this action.

However, the photo is just a piece of paper after all, it can't stand the contention of two grown men, only to hear a "hiss", the photo split into two halves.

Xin He was already lame in one leg, unable to hold back his strength, he took half a step back and fell to the ground.

Xin Tang also suffered a little shock, but at least he was sitting on a chair and didn't fall directly to the ground. He looked down at the half of the photo in his hand, and the smiling face of the boy in the middle was torn in two, just like the once beautiful , and finally became the fragmented appearance it is now.

"Well torn..."

Xin Tang murmured something, and tears fell down in big drops, but his eyes were the opposite of crazy.

He tore half of the photo into pieces in twos and then threw it out of the window.

"That's all right, don't leave anything behind!"

The dream came to an abrupt end here, Xin Tang suddenly opened his eyes, his face was a little cold, he touched his face, and sure enough, he felt tears again.

It took him a while to escape from the despair and depression in the dream. He glanced sideways at the window. The sky was a little dark and it was almost night.

Xin Tang sat up slowly, and found that Ying Huan had placed the photos and the letter Xin He wrote to him on the bedside table, and he could reach them as soon as he reached out.

He took it over and looked at it for a while, and couldn't help being dazed again.

The photo was finally found in a drawer in Xinhe's room, which means that Xinhe, who must have been lame on one leg, went downstairs secretly, picked up the pieces thrown down the stairs one by one, and even glued them back to store them carefully.

Does Xin He like this hate him or love him?

In the dream, he and Xin He seemed to be arguing about the death of their mother.

Xin He blamed him for her death, so he drank heavily all day long, but he did not admit that he should be blamed for this incident.

He could almost restore the whole thing—Xin He took her to find him, but there was a car accident on the road, she died on the spot, and Xin He's right leg was amputated...

However, judging from the last letter, Xin He has let go of this matter, and even feels guilty for what he has done these years.

What else was mentioned in the letter——

Xin Tang opened the letter and read it from the beginning, and noticed an unfamiliar name—Tang Xu.

Who is Tang Xu?Shi Xinhe specifically mentioned in his suicide note that this person is not worth dating?

I always feel... the name looks familiar.

Tang Xu, Tang Xu, Tang Xu...

Tang Xu, isn't it Tang Jiuri when you take it apart? !

Xin Tang suddenly remembered something, hurriedly opened the WeChat friend list, and found the person named Xu.

If Tang Xu is Tang Jiuri and Xu on his list, first of all, it can be verified that his tablet really has no way to communicate with the outside world.

But what followed were more problems that Xintang couldn't figure out.

Tang Jiuri said that he saved his life and would never deceive or betray him.

Ying Huan also said that Tang Jiuri killed Xin He.

At first Xin Tang believed in Ying Huan, but when he found out that Ying Huan had lied to him, his balance changed.

As a result, Xin He also said that Tang Jiuri was not worth dating.

Who is telling the truth?What happened to his past?

Xin Tang's mind was a little dazed, and he only wanted to find Ying Huan. He walked to the stairs a little staggeringly, and his eyes swept over Ying Huan at the table, and suddenly became clear.

"I want to talk to you." Xin Tang heard himself speaking clearly, his voice sounded calm and firm, Xin Tang felt that this was a bad habit he learned from Ying Huan, obviously his tongue was so confused knotted.

The matter has developed to this point, and he is no longer allowed to continue to escape. Ying Huan suffers from a mental illness. Xin Tang believes that if he doesn't say anything, Ying Huan can always pretend that nothing happened.

So he had to ask Ying Huan exactly what was going on.

The wound already exists, if you just pretend you don't know anything, it will only accelerate the rate of decay.

It's better to be ruthless and dig out all the festering parts, even if it will be painful for a while, sooner or later there will be a day of healing, right?