Paranoid boyfriend doesn't want to heal

Xin Tang exhaled slowly, opened his eyes, Ying Huan was still lying beside him, his long hair was a little messy sleeping, covering half of his face, but still very beautiful.

At this moment, Ying Huan suddenly opened his eyes and said affectionately, "Morning."

"It's getting late, it's time to get up." Xin Tang's answer was very stiff, clearly not wanting to continue talking with Ying Huan.

Ying Huan didn't care too much, and wrapped her arms around Xin Tang's waist, sticking her lips stickily to her forehead.

"I love you so much……"

Xin Tang froze for a moment, didn't push Ying Huan away, but didn't speak either.

Fortunately, Ying Huan didn't mean to give an answer, he was sticky enough, so he just took Xin Tang out of the warm bed and went to wash up together.

"I want to eat glutinous rice balls this morning."

While brushing his teeth, Ying Huan said to Xin Tang.

Xin Tang didn't speak.

Ying Huan asked, "Do you know why?"

Xin Tang spit out the froth in his mouth, as if he was so absorbed in brushing his teeth that he didn't have time to talk.

Ying Huan brushed back the broken hair from Xin Tang's side face, and asked and answered: "It is customary to say that it will last for a year if you roll it like this. Adding a boiled egg means better."

Xin Tang snorted coldly, and commented slightly ironically: "Schrödinger's atheist."

"Isn't that the case with many things? Believe selectively."

choose to believe...

Xin Tang thought about this sentence carefully, and always felt that there was something in Ying Huan's words.

But before he could figure out why, Ying Huan's words interrupted his train of thought:

"How much do you want to eat?"

"Huh?" Xin Tang didn't realize it, and subconsciously responded to Ying Huan.

Ying laughed and said, "Tangyuan."

Xin Tang could only continue to answer: "Twelve, lucky."

"What about boiled eggs?"

"I don't like eating this."

"you will like it."

I don't know where Ying Huan got the confidence to say such a thing. You know, Xin Tang can't even hold two chopsticks in the classic scrambled eggs with leeks.

Ying Huan added seriously: "I am the person who knows you best."

Xin Tang: "..." The person who knows him best is obviously himself, okay?

Hmm...it doesn't seem right...

He suddenly remembered that he had lost his memory, and he really didn't know much about himself. The person who knew him best should indeed be Ying Huan.

After washing up, Ying Huan went down to make breakfast. Anyway, it was just simple ingredients that could be thrown into the pot and waited. He still had a lot of leisure time and asked Xin Tang if he had arranged what to eat today.

Xin Tang directly handed over a menu list, and he not only arranged it, but also made Aunt Huang buy back the ingredients to be used.

"I'm in trouble, can you help me?" Ying Huan's tone sounded like a proposal.

Xin Tang shook his head, and put forward the reason he had thought up a long time ago: "I have the heart but I am powerless. I can't see the knife, so I can't help you."

"It's okay, I can prepare the ingredients in advance."

Xin Tang: "..." Now that this is the point, what else can he say?

"Row."

The two chatted for a while about the arrangements for the afternoon, and the glutinous rice balls came up one after another, and they were ready to eat.

Ying Huan took out the sugar bowl from the cabinet and asked Xin Tang, "Do you want to add sugar?"

Xin Tang planned to ask for a little, but he didn't quite believe what Ying Huan said, so he said "I want a little", and walked over to add half a spoonful of sugar.

Ying Huan took the sugar spoon and added a few spoonfuls of sugar to the bowl at his side. The bottom of the palm-sized bowl was covered with white sugar nearly one centimeter thick, and he stopped still.

Not only that, but he also took a small saucer and put several spoonfuls of sugar, as if he planned to add more.

Just looking at it, Xin Tang felt that his voice was choked up.

It can only be said that the tastes of people are not the same.

While eating, Ying Huan wanted to entice Xin Tang to taste the cloyingly sweet glutinous rice balls in his bowl, but this time Xin Tang stood his ground.

As the saying goes, one learns one's wisdom, and after trying Ying Huan's milk tea last time, Xin Tang probably won't do such stupid things again in the future.

Ying Huan looked rather regretful.

It didn't take long for Ying Huan to finish eating the glutinous rice balls before Xin Tang. He put down the bowl and began to peel the hard-boiled eggs.

Xin Tang felt that eating too much glutinous rice balls was a bit greasy, and he couldn't eat any more. He kept chewing on the glutinous rice balls, and kept his eyes on Ying Huan, watching him peel the eggshells.

It is probably because Ying Huan is really good-looking, and he can produce a pleasing effect on such trivial things as peeling eggshells. Compared with the green fingertips and egg whites, they are not compared at all, at least In terms of appearance, Ying Huan is definitely God's favorite.

Just as he was thinking wildly like this, Ying Huan had already peeled off the egg shell, put the white and tender egg in the sugar dish, and pushed it in front of Xin Tang.

"Try."

Xin Tang looked at the boiled eggs dipped in sugar, with a complicated expression on his face.

As if seeing the suspicion in Xin Tang's eyes, Ying Huan said, "Try it, you will like it."

"I can't imagine what it smells like."

"You've said that before."

In other words, the previous Xin Tang tasted really delicious.

Xin Tang was still a little skeptical, but Ying Huan had already talked about it, so he could only taste it.

"How?" Ying Huan asked.

Although he really didn't want to say this, Xin Tang had to admit: "It's not bad."

The soft and glutinous eggs are covered with grainy white sugar, not to mention the overall taste, the sweetness of the sugar also suppresses the fishy smell of boiled eggs.

So, even if he loses his memory, he is still him, the person who should fall in love will still fall in love, and the person who should be really fragrant must be really fragrant again.

The arrangement for the afternoon was empty. To be precise, Xin Tang originally had an arrangement, but it was overruled by Ying Huan.

Because Xin Tang wanted to go out, but Ying Huan said that he could not go out on New Year's Eve. This is a day for family reunion, and it is unlucky to go out.

What else can Xin Tang say, he can only lie dead.

Today happened to be a sunny day, and there was sunlight by the windows of the bedroom and study room. Xin Tang dragged the sofa under the sunlight, and it took root as soon as he lay down.

After Ying Huan cleaned up the kitchen, when he found Xin Tang, he was close to falling asleep with his eyes closed.

In fact, Xin Tang didn't really fall asleep, he just didn't want to talk to Ying Huan or something.

He really can't grow up to be like Ying Huan. After so many things happened, everything can still go on as usual, as if all the cracks between them don't exist.

Xin Tang felt that Ying Huan sat gently beside him, just blocking the sunlight, his whole face was shrouded in shadow, the warm feeling quickly faded away, like the coldness of tarsal maggots slowly leaving him The face spread to the neck, and even the whole body.

Ying Huan once again brought him this kind of feeling - dark and oppressive, his gaze was like a waterfall pouring down from a height of [-] meters, bringing him almost trembling pressure.

I don't know if his eyelashes are trembling because of this, but Ying Huan's warm fingertips suddenly landed on the tip of his eyebrows, and after lightly brushing, they covered his eyes.

The sense of light disappeared, and the eyes were completely plunged into darkness. When the eyelashes brushed against Ying Huan's palm when they trembled, it brought a slightly blocked feeling, but Xin Tang's heart suddenly settled down. Ying Huan must have known that he was pretending to be asleep, so he There is no need to try hard to hide your conditioned reflex.

Ying Huan leaned over and kissed Xin Tang's lips, his movements were very light, as if he was afraid of waking Xin Tang up.

But in fact, they all knew that Xin Tang was not asleep.

Ying Huan stopped quickly, such a light kiss, if Xin Tang fell asleep, maybe she wouldn't be woken up.

He moved his palm away, leaned on Xin Tang's chest, and slowly closed his eyes.

The sun fell on Xin Tang's face again. After waiting for a long time, Xin Tang felt that his face had been scalded by the sun, so he opened his eyes and looked down at Ying Huan, who seemed to have fallen asleep with his eyes closed.

It was originally a very warm scene, but Xin Tang's heart was full of desolation.

After today, it may be difficult to return to such a quiet time.

Xin Tang pulled the extra quilt over to cover Ying Huan, and closed his eyes.

This sleep lasted until the sun shifted, the sofa could no longer be exposed to the sun, and his body felt a bit shady. Xin Tang opened his eyes and found that Ying Huan had squeezed onto the sofa at some point, with his face leaning against him in a slightly staggered position. His chest, his hands tightly wrapped around his waist.

Xin Tang thought for a while, then patted Ying Huan's face and called him up: "It's time to get up, or I'll catch a cold."

Ying Huan's sleep was never deep, and she opened her eyes quickly.

Xin Tang continued: "Don't you want to prepare the ingredients in advance? If you don't make them, it will be too late."

Ying Huan's eyes visibly became sober: "Well, I'm awake."

Not long after, there was the clanging sound of cutting vegetables in the kitchen. The speed was very fast, and the time for each knife to fall was about the same. It sounded like a veteran cook.

Ying Huan seems to know everything, and seems to be able to do everything well.

Xin Tang couldn't help but fantasize that if Ying Huan was born in an ordinary family and didn't suffer from mental illness, his current life would definitely be different...

After Ying Huan preliminarily prepared the ingredients, she called Xin Tang who was in a daze to help.

Xin Tang felt that he was more like a disservice, he could only do some simple tasks like handing things over, and occasionally blocked Ying Huan's position.

Later, Xin Tang felt ashamed and wanted to go out.

But Ying Huan kept him: "The sense of ritual always needs to pay something."

Xin Tang: "..."

"Fine."

Xin Tang can only work hard to improve his business level, remember where things are placed, and plan the vacancy of the cooking table reasonably, so that when Ying Huan asks for something, he can respond immediately.

The result of such serious lesson preparation is gratifying, the cooperation between the two has become more and more tacit, and Xin Tang hardly does anything wrong.

There were more and more finished products on the cooking table, and Xin Tang took some time to send some out.

When the last two dishes were left, the steamed vegetables in the steamer were ready, and the dishes that had been cleaned earlier were not enough, so Ying Huan asked Xin Tang to take a few more dishes from the cupboard to clean them up.

Xin Tang responded, and went to the cupboard on the other side to look for plates.

The cupboards were on the top floor, and Xin Tang could only take them one by one, and put them on the cooking table temporarily.

After taking seven or eight in a row, Xin Tang reckoned that it was almost done, closed the cupboard, picked up the dishes, and was about to leave. His eyes accidentally glanced at a tin box in the corner, and he was stunned for a moment.

"What's wrong?"

Ying Huan noticed Xin Tang's abnormality, but he couldn't get away from the pot, so he could only verbally ask Xin Tang what happened.

Xin Tang came back to his senses suddenly, "It's nothing, I just wonder if there are enough plates."

"enough."

"Oh well."

Xin Tang walked to the sink with the plate in his arms, looked down at the plate in his hand, and blocked his complicated eyes.

He almost forgot that there was such a strange iron box in the kitchen.

When he saw this box for the first time, it was the afternoon when he just came back from the hospital. Because he was not familiar with anything, he suppressed his curiosity and did not open the box. forgotten.

Could that box contain... anything important?

If he had opened that box sooner...?

Xin Tang exhaled and shook off these thoughts.

It was too late to regret now, the most important thing was that he had to find some time to see what was in the box afterward.

Because of this unexpected discovery, Xin Tang became somewhat uneasy.

Ying Huan didn't say anything at first, but after Xintang lost his mind again and again, he asked softly:

"Will you be more attentive when you're with me?"

For some reason, such a gentle tone gave Xin Tang goosebumps all over his body.

Xin Tang was startled, and subconsciously looked at Ying Huan intently, but found that Ying Huan didn't look at him at all, and had already walked out of the kitchen with the last dish.

He glanced nervously at the location of the iron box, and caught up with Ying Huan.

It was not yet six o'clock, which was already early compared to their usual meal time.

Xin Tang was very hungry, but he always felt that it was a bit chewy.

It was too quiet, and there was only the sound of spoons and chopsticks hitting the plate on the dinner table, as if some terrible dark cloud was hanging over their heads.

Compared to Xin Tang's lack of taste, Ying Huan seems to adapt well to such a depressing environment.

After all, a large part of this depression comes from Ying Huan.

Xin Tang couldn't swallow anymore, so he put down his chopsticks.

"Eat more," Ying Huan reminded gently, "I'm going to stay up late today."

"But I can't eat it."

Ying Huan tilted her head in distress, and her tone of voice was so weird that it made Xintang feel sick: "If you don't eat, how can your body take it?"

It seems to indicate that tonight is destined to be a restless night.

Xin Tang's hands were slowly tightened under the table, his nails pressed against his palms, and he repeated stubbornly: "But I don't want to eat."

After a moment of silent confrontation, the already depressing environment became more and more tense.

Ying Huan also put down her chopsticks, and carefully wiped every corner of her hands with a wet towel.

Throwing away the wet wipes, Ying Huan laughed suddenly, breaking the tense atmosphere, and said in a somewhat helpless tone: "Well, forget it if you don't want to eat, and do it when you're hungry."

If one ignores his terrifying aura before, Xin Tang almost thinks that he is the one making trouble for no reason.

After eating, Xin Tang didn't know how he got through the difficult two or three hours, and finally waited for the Spring Festival Gala to start.

I have never heard the song, and the dance is just to watch the excitement, and the sketch cross talk is boring.

Xin Tang tried several times to turn off the TV and go back to bed comfortably, but was pushed back to the original position by Ying Huan.

"There will be fireworks at twelve o'clock." Ying Huan emphasized this matter over and over again.

Xin Tang could only sit and continue watching the marriage urging sketches, which were not funny at all.

The audience on the TV laughed from time to time in line with the plot, but this did not affect Ying Huan and Xin Tang outside the TV. As the time left for the New Year was running out, the atmosphere in the whole house was suffocatingly quiet.

After a few long and boring skits, it was another song and dance chorus show, but this time, all the guests who had performed before returned to the stage while singing in chorus.

The host began to read the words in the singing, and the people of the whole country welcomed the new year...

"Fireworks are coming."

Ying Huan said, holding Xin Tang's hand and standing up.

They walked to the window amidst the chaotic but enthusiastic countdown, almost stuck at the "1" time point, Xin Tang just arrived at the window, and the fireworks just rose and exploded in the air.

Beauty is always fleeting, and what is fleeting is always unsatisfactory. The moment the fireworks bloom, the gorgeous light ignites the dark night sky. This is a real dream that can be seen with the eyes.

Warm fingers suddenly touched the end of his eyes.

Xin Tang turned his head and saw Ying Huan's focused gaze.

Ying Huan touched the position in front of his eyes slightly, and sighed amidst the sound of fireworks and cheers from the TV: "Your eyes are bright, so beautiful."

It was obviously noisy, but Xin Tang clearly heard what Ying Huan said.

He wants to say that the light in his eyes is the reflected fireworks, no matter who is standing here, it will be like this.

But he couldn't say it, because he suddenly noticed that when Ying Huan looked at him intently, there were no fireworks in his eyes, only him.

Just like that winter afternoon many years ago, the noisy crowd and the bloody street failed to leave any traces in his eyes, only the gesture of the young Xin Tang running towards him without hesitation was clearly reflected in his eyes.

When Ying Huan leaned over to kiss her, Xin Tang didn't run away.

The fireworks were gradually extinguished, and the sky outside became silent again. The few remaining programs of the Spring Festival Gala were almost unwatched, which seemed a little deserted.

The night was completely quiet.

The TV in the living room was not turned off, and it was randomly playing night programs. The flickering light illuminated a small area in front of it, which looked a little scary at night.

But at this moment, a figure appeared in the living room, walked along the wall, and walked into the kitchen.

He opened the kitchen, went straight to the corner of the cooking table, and found the iron box he was thinking about.

Xin Tang couldn't sleep. To be precise, he fell asleep, but he woke up suddenly. Ever since he saw the iron box during the day, he had been thinking about what might be inside.

Perhaps, he could get a real answer that he wanted.

Xin Tang swallowed dryly, and slowly opened the box—what he saw was something he had never imagined.

There are densely packed white pills, roughly speaking, there are at least a thousand of them.

Xin Tang, who had carefully researched what medicine Ying Huan was taking, recognized it at a glance. These were the medicines for schizoid personality disorder that Ying Huan packed into the health care box.

How... are they all here?

Ying Huan has a total of eight medicines, but there is no special red pill in the box. Even if Ying Huan misses 21 pills three times a day, it can prove that Ying Huan has not taken medicine for at least a month or two.

wrong,

Xin Tang frowned, and suddenly remembered that when he came back to find this box on the first day, he had shaken the box and heard the sound of many pills colliding, so Ying Huan stopped taking the medicine some time before he lost his memory. .

So... Could it be related to Ying Huan's house arrest?

He originally wanted to find an answer, but he didn't expect things to become more confusing.

Xin Tang shook the box restlessly, and accidentally discovered that there seemed to be something hidden under the pills.

He turned the box upside down on the table and found a photo album about one or two centimeters thick buried underneath.

Flipping through the photo album hastily, the hairs on Xin Tang's back gradually stood up - the whole photo album turned out to be his photos, from young to old, from various angles.

Many unreal pictures seemed to flash through his mind quickly, and he felt dizzy one after another. Xin Tang's eyes were a little dark, and he could hardly stand up.

He threw away the photo album and supported the cooking table so that he didn't fall directly.

Xin Tang shook his head, his vision became a little clearer, and he fixed on the page of the album just opened——

The protagonist of the photo is obviously him, still wearing a blue and white school uniform, but he is completely soaked by the rain. He is lying in the torrential rain, and the blood washed away by the rain flows down the asphalt road to the sewer.

Is the person who took the photo Ying Huan?

But...how could it be?How could it be that when he was lying on the ground with unknown life or death, Ying Huan stood not far away and looked at him coldly, and calmly took this photo?

Not to mention, he deliberately saved this photo.

And Ying Huan definitely didn't mean to hide these things from him. He even said that he put the box in the kitchen that was out of place with it, just hoping that Xin Tang would find it and open it.

It was the first time that Xin Tang truly felt Ying Huan's madness. It was different from the madness that frightened Xin Tang when he was cold-faced before, but a different kind of madness that made the hairs stand on his back just thinking about it. Crazy".

What on earth does Ying Huan want to do!

Xin Tang's legs were a little weak, he took a few deep breaths, picked up the photo album, slid along the cooking table and sat on the floor, turning back one by one.

After this photo, there was the last photo of Xintang High School. Xintang took off his high school uniform and stood in front of the busy road with people coming and going, looking very small, with a sense of loneliness isolated from the world.

In the next photo, it is obvious that after a long time, Xin Tang has faded away from the childishness of a teenager, sitting dejectedly on a wooden chair by the roadside in the park, with his head raised, his eyes closed, and a stick in his mouth. The smoke that was about to burn out was full of lingering confusion and exhaustion.

Xin Tang felt a pain in his head, as if he saw Ying Huan walking slowly towards him in the dark, he subconsciously tilted his head, the scene in front of him quickly dissipated and reorganized, and he saw the pale kitchen again.

The following photos are of Xin Tang in this period. When his brows and eyes are most relaxed, they are also full of depression.

Later, he seemed to have moved into this villa, and Xin Tang could find the corresponding location in the background of many photos.

But following the discovery, the goosebumps that made Xin Tang calm down reappeared again—the angle, the angle of these photos is too strange, it doesn't look like a normal shot at all.

Until Xin Tang turned to a photo of the kitchen:

The protagonist is still him. He is sitting on the ground in front of the cooking table, holding an open photo album in his hands, with a frightened and angry expression on his face. On the cooking table behind him, there are a table of white pills scattered.

If it wasn't for the different clothes he was wearing, Xin Tang would almost have thought that this photo was his current self!

He finally understood where the photo was taken from.

Xin Tang raised his head, and saw the cupboard slanted upwards, with a translucent handle, like the eyes of an upright voyeur looking at him.

He was being watched... His every move was under Ying Huan's nose.

——Are there any secrets in this family?

Xin Tang finally understood the meaning of the sentence on the note, and even the content of the other few notes, he gradually recalled.

The second note: "Who should I trust?" - refers to Tang Jiuri and Ying Huan. The facts are obvious and no one can be trusted.

The third one: "Who gave the video?" - Xin He's letter also mentioned a video, maybe it refers to the same one.

The fourth picture: "He's crazy, and so am I."—Now Xin Tang already has this feeling, Ying Huan is a lunatic, and he is also becoming neurotic.

The fifth note: "Relics."—refers to what Xin He left behind, maybe a letter, maybe that video.

All in all, he had to find a way to know what the video was, and the real answer would not be the one he got from Ying Huan.

Xin Tang stood up slowly, not wanting to raise his eyes, and saw Ying Huan leaning against the door with downcast eyes, he was stunned, a huge panic welled up in his heart, the album in his hand hit the ground with a muffled sound, Overshadowed the sound of the TV from the living room.