Paranoid boyfriend doesn't want to heal

Ying Huan seems to have the ability to see through Xin Tang at a glance, or Xin Tang's emotions are too easy to understand.

In the evening, when Ying Huan came back to watch, he only took one look at Xin Tang, and he understood:

"Looks like you remembered."

"Yes, I remember."

"Remember what?"

"The reason why I moved here, you said, I should come to atone for my sin."

"So, what are you thinking?" Ying Huan raised Xin Tang's chin, "Your expression..."

After a pause, he burst out laughing suddenly, "What's your expression, Tangtang?"

"I have decided, if it is really my fault, I will be responsible."

"How are you responsible? Do you know what you've done?"

"I don't know, but I'll slowly remember."

"Don't be so slow, I can tell you now what you have done before."

Ying Huan slowly withdrew his smile, his eyes were cold, "You splashed paint on me, you threw my things from the fourth floor, you snatched my only toy, you framed me for stealing your money, you threw me broke my leg..."

"It's impossible!" Xin Tang couldn't listen anymore, and interrupted Ying Huan, "I can't do such a thing! I obviously, I obviously like you, and I liked you very early on."

He dreamed about some past events piecemeal, he pursued Ying Huan so passionately and humblely, how could he do such a thing to him!

"Is it really impossible?" Ying Huan asked softly, but it was stronger and more piercing than Xin Tang's loud rebuttal.

Xin Tang seemed to be strangled by a pair of big hands, his mouth was open, but he couldn't make any sound.

Did he, really, do that?

how is this possible……

How can it be?

How can it be!

However, Ying Huan's expression was so serious and cold...

Did he really, never do something like that?

After a long while, Xin Tang recovered his voice and asked very dryly, "Really?"

"Of course it's fake."

"Then why did I..." Xin Tang wanted to ask him why he did such a thing, but halfway through the sentence, he suddenly realized what Ying Huan had said.

His mind couldn't turn his head around, and his face was full of sorrow and joy, looking a little pitiful and a little ridiculous.

"You said, what did you say? Is it fake?"

Ying Huan raised her hand to cover her lips, and laughed intermittently, "Of course it's a lie. Tangtang, you have been a good boy since you were a child. How could you do such a thing?"

"I'm the one who really did that." Ying Huan was still laughing, but the intermittent laughter became a little creepy. His eyebrows and eyes were slightly curved, but people couldn't feel any smile, only full of biting chill .

"Because I'm a lunatic and a psychopath, Tangtang, you are so merciful, no matter what I do, you can understand me, right?"

Xin Tang felt scared, and also felt the urge to run away, but he forced himself to sit where he was, and tried to keep his voice as steady as possible: "You should take your medicine, Ying Huan."

He can only hope that the medicine can control Ying Huan's volatile emotions.

Ying Huan's laughter stopped slowly, and she tilted her head curiously: "Why don't you answer me? Don't you want to understand me? Do you want to leave me?"

"All things cannot be generalized."

"No! I'm going to generalize! Do you love me? Do you love me Tangtang? If you love me, why can't you love everything about me? Do you really love me?"

"I love you Ying Huan, but..."

Ying Huan didn't want to hear it, but he covered Xin Tang's mouth and pushed him down on the sofa, "Let's stop here, all I want is this kind of love."

Xin Tang thought that Ying Huan was going to do something to him. The scars from last night still remained on his body. After a whole day, the strange feeling still did not disappear, and his body trembled a little.

But Ying Huan just kissed him through the back of his hand, "Don't be afraid, I won't move you, you have to eat on time."

After the light kiss, Ying Huan leaned against Xintang's ear and said, "You should shut up, you know?"

Even though Xin Tang still had a lot to ask, he could only nod at this moment.

Ying Huan's mood was too wrong, if she continued to ask, something bad might happen.

After getting a satisfactory answer, Ying Huan finally showed her first real smile today, and kissed Xin Tang's forehead as if rewarding her, "Good boy."

Ying Huan went to cook.

Not long after, a strong aroma wafted out of the kitchen.

Xin Tang knew that Ying Huan made his favorite cold lotus root and fried beef with hot pepper. It seemed that he had become the gentle Ying Huan who tolerated him infinitely.

This made him suddenly feel a little sad, and he didn't bring up the topic that might drive Ying Huan crazy until after the meal.

Before going to bed, Ying Huan hung the second photo on the wall and gave the third photo to Xin Tang.

The background of the third photo is this bedroom, it seems to be at night, the shadow is very heavy, Ying Huan is sitting on the window sill, Xin Tang is squeezed in the gap between Ying Huan's legs, hugging Ying Huan tightly, I don't know why , The whole picture brings a very heavy sense of despair.

Ying Huan quickly took the photo back and put it on the bedside table, then turned around and pushed Xin Tang back to lie on the bed forcefully.

"Are you tired today? Go to sleep."

"No hint?"

Ying Huan covered Xin Tang's eyes and repeated, "Go to sleep."

There was darkness in front of him, and a sense of drowsiness came quickly, and Xin Tang didn't know why he just fell asleep like this.

The night is getting darker.

It was as if a wind had blown, stirring his hair, sweeping across his chin, neck and shoulders, and it was very itchy.

Xin Tang turned over impatiently several times, but he couldn't escape the pervasive wind. Finally, he opened his eyes angrily and looked in the direction of the wind—it turned out that he forgot to close the window before going to bed. It was so loud that it rattled the curtains.

He lifted the quilt and tried to close the window.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly noticed that there seemed to be a figure on the window sill. He was so frightened that he woke up completely.

"Ying Huan?"

Yes, Xin Tang recognized it, the man sitting on the window sill with his long hair blown wildly was Ying Huan.

"It's so late, why are you sitting there?"

Ying Huan didn't speak, just sat quietly.

Xin Tang felt inexplicably uneasy in his heart, and walked towards Ying Huan slowly, and softly advised, "Sitting there is dangerous, can you come down first? It doesn't matter if you don't want to move, don't move, I'm coming..."

As the distance from the window gradually shortened, Xin Tang gradually realized something was wrong—isn't it winter now?Why doesn't he feel cold in his single-layer pajamas?

Here, it seems to be his dream...?

The moment this idea appeared, the scene in front of him collapsed. Xin Tang opened his eyes again, and what he saw was the dark ceiling. He turned his head, the windows were closed tightly, and the curtains did not move.

Really his dream.

It seems to be affected by the photos at night...

Xin Tang turned over and was about to go back to sleep when she suddenly opened her eyes again - Ying Huan was not on the bed.

so late?Where did he go?

It would be impossible to sneak up to take the medicine. If Ying Huan really had that self-consciousness, Xin Tang wouldn't have such a headache. It's very likely that he got up on purpose to put today's pills into the tin box, because Ying Huan was very fond of a certain person. There is always a weird attachment to some things.

Xin Tang got up from the bed and immediately shivered from the cold. He put on an extra coat and walked out of the bedroom door.

The light in the study next door was still on.

People are in the study?

Xin Tang was even more confused, not understanding why Ying Huan came to the study in the middle of the night.

He pushed open the door and saw Ying Huan sitting at the desk, as if watching some video, the volume was turned up so low that he couldn't hear clearly, and seeing Ying Huan's expressionless face, he couldn't figure out why.

Xin Tang simply walked in.

Ying Huan was obviously watching the video very intently, and he didn't know what he did. He just knew that Xin Tang was coming, so he raised his head and stared at Xin Tang, "You're here."

"What are you doing in the middle of the night?" Xin Tang asked anxiously.

"I can't sleep because I think of something." Ying Huan beckoned, "Come here."

Xin Tang also wanted to know what he was looking at, so he walked over.

As the distance continued to shrink, Xin Tang seemed to be able to hear the sound of the video, only a heavy panting sound, so heavy that Xin Tang had some bad premonitions.

He could finally see the picture on the computer screen clearly——

It was Xin Tang, he was naked all over his body, his hands were tied to a tall steel frame, the only point of strength was his toes, and behind him was a huge white canvas fixed on the steel frame.

He lowered his head, panting heavily, his slender body leaning weakly on the canvas, not like a work on canvas, but...

become a canvas.

And the fact is exactly the same, the colorful paint splashes ink on his body and the white canvas at will, like a flower of obscenity blooming on the white snow, so gorgeous that people only feel that their eyes are stinging.

Xin Tang's entire scalp almost exploded. He was shaking so badly that he almost turned around and wanted to run away.

But Ying Huan grabbed his wrist and pulled him back.

"Take a good look, take a good look," Ying Huan pinched Xin Tang's chin with fingers like iron pincers, forcing him to continue watching the picture on the screen, with his lips pressed against Xin Tang's ear, his tone was sweet and a little crazy, " Look, is it good-looking? Isn't it good-looking? You should remember these."

"I don't want to watch... Ying Huan, let me go, I don't want to watch!"

"Why don't you want to see it? Don't you think it? How cute you look like this, obediently, like a doll."

"Don't you want to watch it? It's okay, it's okay, I have prepared a gift for you."

Ying Huan roughly strangled Xin Tang's shoulders and dragged him out.

"Ying Huan, calm down..."

"Hush—" Ying Huan covered Xin Tang's mouth, "I don't want to listen to you, you always say things that make me unhappy."

Ying Huan dragged Xin Tang to the third floor. Xin Tang had never been here before, so he didn't know that the upper floor would have such a design——

The entire third floor was opened up into a huge room, but it didn't look empty at all, instead it was filled with all kinds of sundries. When Ying Huan dragged Xin Tang over, he knocked over many things along the way. The huge room amplifies the sound infinitely.

It was like a hammer, hitting the tip of his heart once and for all.

The closer he got to the mysterious object covered with white cloth by the wall, the stronger Xin Tang's resistance became. He opened his eyes wide in horror, and tears poured out of his eyes uncontrollably.

No, no, he doesn't want to see it!He wants to leave!He wants to leave!

Xin Tang struggled desperately, and even briefly pulled Ying Huan's hand away. He opened his mouth and bit it hard, and a bloody smell quickly spread from his mouth.

Ying Huan snorted, but instead of letting go of Xin Tang, her eyes were reddened by the pain, and she strangled Xin Tang's neck hard and bumped to the side.

Xin Tang was knocked dizzy and let go of his mouth. The next second, he was pinched by Ying Huan and forced to raise his head. Ying Huan grabbed the corner of the white cloth,

"Whoa-"

The white cloth was lifted, and a huge canvas came into view. The colored paint had already dried up, but the color was still bright, like a burning flame, which made the slender body in the middle paler and more fragile. He is a butterfly with broken wings, a fallen one. The angel, locked up by people, has become a collection for one person to watch.

"Does it look good?" Ying Huan's voice rang in his ears, like a devil's moan, piercing his brain softly but extremely sharply.

The overwhelming despair surged up, setting off a hurricane in his body, shattering his internal organs, as if he could spit out scarlet blood wrapped in internal internal fragments when he opened his mouth.

Xin Tang couldn't breathe, everything in front of him became distorted, and suddenly, everything fell into darkness.

"Why? Why did the teacher let you use my paint? Did you tell the teacher something?"

"Why don't you talk? Are you guilty?"

"I knew it must be what you said to the teacher. It really is a bastard that no one raises, and you will be jealous of other people's things."

"I don't want the things you touched, I don't want to be infected by you, sissy!"

"Don't you want it? Then I'll give it to you, do you like it? Sissy!"

"He's crying! Everyone, come and see, the sissy is crying, shamefaced, sissy, crying at such an age, hahahahaha..."

The immature child's voice was clear and pure, but conveyed the greatest malice.

Such malice made even an adult like Xin Tang feel uncomfortable hearing it, but he couldn't escape that voice. Surrounded by the noisy children's voices, his mind was about to explode.

"Don't say it...don't say it...don't say it!"

Xin Tang opened his eyes, only to find that he was carried back to the bedroom by Ying Huan. He had slept for a long time, and it was already daylight.

Xin Tang rubbed his sore forehead and had a night of too loud nightmares. His mental state was very poor, and he couldn't concentrate to think about anything.

He got up from the bed absentmindedly, and when he finished washing and went downstairs, Aunt Huang had already arrived.

Aunt Huang also seemed restless, and rarely took the initiative to say something other than greeting: "Xiao Mister, did you not sleep well last night? Your complexion doesn't look very good."

"Well, I've been having nightmares."

Aunt Huang hesitated for a while, then asked again: "What nightmare did you have? It might be better if you tell me."

"It's messy, there's nothing to talk about."

Xin Tang himself couldn't figure out what the dream meant. He only heard the voice, and he didn't know who said it, nor who was scolded, but he was sure that one of them must be the he himself.

——"You splashed paint on me..."

Suddenly remembering what Ying Huan said last night, Xin Tang couldn't help but stop.

"What's wrong?" Aunt Huang asked worriedly.

Xin Tang came back to his senses, shook his head, and continued walking towards the kitchen, "It's nothing."

Will not……

Ying Huan didn't mean that he was the one who actually did those things, and he obviously liked Ying Huan so much...

Xin Tang resisted thinking about it a little bit. After entering the kitchen, he skillfully found the iron box and began to count the pills inside. As he expected, the number of pills really increased, 14 more than when he counted yesterday.

In other words, Ying Huan took the medicine once a day in the morning and evening, more than 1000 pills, indicating that the total time for Ying Huan to stop taking the medicine was almost three months.

Xin Tang didn't know what kind of mood he was putting away the pills. He was just thinking blankly about what to do in the future. Suddenly, he felt a voice behind him. When he turned around, he saw Aunt Huang standing by the door, staring at him blankly. With the medicine in his hand, his breathing was a little heavy.

Looking at her like this, it seems that she is not completely ignorant of Ying Huan's illness, and even, she knows quite clearly that she is shocked and scared by Ying Huan's unauthorized withdrawal of medication.

That being the case, Aunt Huang may be able to help him a lot in this matter.

Ying Huan's current mental state is too unstable. He can't even persuade Ying Huan to take medicine, let alone persuade Ying Huan to see a psychiatrist. The matter has almost reached a dead end.

He doesn't know what to do and needs a professional psychologist to teach him.

But he can't get out, so this matter can only be done by Aunt Huang.

Xin Tang's train of thought became clearer and clearer, and within a few breaths, he even thought of how to persuade Aunt Huang to help him.

He still hadn't forgotten that there was a camera in the kitchen, so he put on a nonchalant look on his face, put the tin box back in place and said, "Aunt Huang, I have something to do, come with me."

"Eh, good."

Aunt Huang didn't suspect him, and immediately followed him out.

Unexpectedly, Xin Tang turned a corner after going out and went straight into the bathroom. She vaguely realized something, gritted her teeth, and followed in.

There may be surveillance everywhere, but Aunt Huang will also use the bathroom on the first floor, so Xin Tang can be sure that there will be no cameras installed here.

Xin Tang closed the door, isolating any possibility of being spied on, and breathed a sigh of relief after a long absence.

"I'll just cut to the chase and say, the kitchen is monitored, that's why I brought you here."

"Surveillance, monitoring?" Aunt Huang asked back in surprise.

Xin Tang couldn't help being silent for a moment. At this moment, he finally knew that Ying Huan could always see through his disguise.

Fake, really too fake.

There is no doubt that Aunt Huang must have known about this for a long time.

But now is not the time to ask this, Xin Tang simply pretended not to notice anything, and continued: "Yes, not only in the kitchen, but in many places, what I want to say next is very important, I don't want to be won Glad to hear that, that's why I brought you here."

After a pause, he asked, "Did you see that box just now?"

"……Yes."

"It's full of Ying Huan's medicines. Ying Huan suffers from schizoid personality disorder. I always thought he was actively receiving treatment, but I just found out recently that he has stopped taking medicine for a while."

"Not only that, I also found that I was under house arrest by him, and I couldn't contact the outside world."

"His mental state is very bad recently," Xin Tang showed a bitter smile when he said this, and opened his clothes to let Aunt Huang see the shocking scar on his chest - Ying Huan dragged him to the third place last night. He also dragged him to hit something that was covered by a white cloth, which left corresponding marks on his body. obviously.

"These were made last night, the way he lost his mind...it's scary."

Aunt Huang looked at the wound on Xin Tang's body, her eyes turned red quickly, and she reached out her hand several times to touch Xin Tang, but in the end she didn't really touch Xin Tang.

Xin Tang pulled up his clothes, and continued: "Even so, I don't resent him." The cause of the disease, he was already partly responsible, which naturally meant that he had to admit its consequences.

"I hope he gets better." Only in this way can he be qualified to stand on an equal footing with Ying Huan, instead of being the perpetrator and the victim as he is now.

"So, can you help me?"

【I hope he gets better...】

Aunt Huang's mind was once again occupied by another voice.

She was a little dazed, and found that the development of all this coincided with the past again.

At first, he also firmly said that Ying Huan would be cured, but she witnessed the young man's firmness crumble a little bit, and finally cried bitterly and said: [Aunt Huang, he lied to me...]

"Aunt Huang, are you still listening to me?"

Xin Tang realized that Aunt Huang had lost her mind in front of him again, so she raised her voice to wake her up.

"Yes, yes," Aunt Huang came back to her senses and wiped away her tears. Everything in front of her eyes seemed to be clear. The crying young man stood in front of her again. She finally couldn't bear it anymore and grabbed Xintang arm, "What do you want me to do?"

This time, she didn't want to make the same mistakes again.

Xin Tang actually prepared a bunch of words of persuasion. He didn't expect that Aunt Huang, who had always kept her mouth shut, would be so eloquent this time, and she was still a little overwhelmed.

Aunt Huang asked again: "What do you want me to do?" It seemed more urgent than Xin Tang.

Xin Tang didn't hesitate anymore, and said his plan: "After you go out, find a psychiatrist and ask him how his family members should deal with this situation. The most important thing is, don't tell Ying Huan, if he asks about you Why did I bring you to the bathroom today, you just say that I must ask you what happened in the past."

"But in this case, sir, he won't..." Aunt Huang didn't say anything, but the meaning was already obvious. If she responded to Ying Huan in this way, Ying Huan might do something to Xin Tang.

"It's okay, just do as I say, I know how to deal with Ying Huan."

Xin Tang is already a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water. Anyway, even if he does nothing, it is impossible to get along with Ying Huan peacefully.

In order to prevent long nights and dreams, Aunt Huang left after cooking. She planned to find a psychological clinic for consultation this afternoon.

Psychological clinics are generally located in relatively prosperous areas. Aunt Huang changed cars twice before arriving at the nearest clinic.

Fortunately, there is only one patient who has an appointment this afternoon, and she has half an hour for consultation.

Aunt Huang told the psychiatrist everything about Ying Huan, and the answer she got made her heart sink to the bottom. When she went out, she was so dazed that she almost fell off the steps.

It was a man in a suit who held her up.

"thanks, thanks."

Aunt Huang hurriedly thanked her, but she couldn't pull her hand back. The man grabbed her elbow and pointed to the driveway: "The boss is waiting for you in the car."

Aunt Huang's face turned pale.

She knew it would not go so smoothly, and it was impossible for her to help Xin Tang.