Paranoid boyfriend doesn't want to heal

After a while, Xin Tang intermittently recalled some childhood events, and basically couldn't escape what Ying Huan said.

Indeed, he did a lot of excessive things to Ying Huan. Even though he was still young at that time and didn't have the ability to distinguish right from wrong, he just hated Ying Huan because he didn't want to be isolated, but the harm he left for Ying Huan was real.

Whenever Xin Tang thought of these things, she would cry in pain.

Also because of this, he didn't force Ying Huan to take medicine, but just reminded him as usual.

Sometimes Ying Huan is very talkative, and will readily swallow the medicine;

Sometimes, Ying Huan would act like a child, begging for some sweet candy before taking medicine;

But most of the time, Ying Huan would desperately press him on the dining table, the carpet, or the sofa—anywhere is possible, invade him, and even stuff pills into his body.

The pills in the tin box stopped growing, but very few actually entered Ying Huan's stomach.

Xin Tang didn't know whether Ying Huan's condition was under control, but at least he didn't see Ying Huan's painful eyes anymore.

In addition, four more photos were added to the wall during this period, all of which were selected by Ying Huan. Since there were few reminders, Xin Tang was slow to remember.

These four photos filled a part of Xin Tang's blank in middle school.

One photo is from junior high school, because the class had excellent mid-term exam results, the class teacher organized an autumn outing for the whole class.

Ying Huan accidentally fell into the water. As one of the few people in the class who had learned how to swim, Xin Tang jumped down to rescue him and gave him artificial respiration.

It was the first time that the young man touched the soft lips of another person, and that person had an extremely beautiful face with gender blurred. Due to falling into the water and lack of oxygen, his face was as pale as a suffering princess in a fairy tale .

At night when he went back, Xin Tang repeatedly tasted those two soft lips in his dream. After waking up, he ushered in the first nocturnal emission in his life.

The next day, he was praised by the teacher as a water-saving hero and went on stage to accept the award. That photo was taken by the teacher at that time, and somehow it went around and fell into Ying Huan's hands.

This is probably where Xin Tang's dislike for Ying Huan turned to liking.

The next photo is also from a junior high school, but it is completely opposite to the previous photo of being commended. This photo shows Xin Tang reading a self-criticism on the flag-raising platform.

Even though he was reading the review in front of the whole school, he was as proud as if he had won some kind of award, because he knew that he had done a very correct thing.

That day, when he went to the bathroom, he accidentally bumped into several senior boys blocking Ying Huan in the bathroom, and wanted to take off his pants to see if he was a boy or a girl.

In that era of closed information, Ying Huan's indistinguishable face was almost the original sin. This was the case in elementary school, and even more so in junior high school, because what he received in junior high school was dirty sexual coveting.

Xin Tang was furious, and rushed forward to fight with several seniors. Relying on his taller stature than his peers since childhood and his fearless style of play, Xin Tang seemed like a hero descending. Scared away.

It's a pity that Xin Tang was stubborn at that time, not only did not comfort Ying Huan, but also mocked him because he was too weak to be bullied.

Ying Huan left the bathroom without saying a word, and Xin Tang regretted so much that she wanted to bite her tongue off.

The remaining two photos are from high school.

There is a photo of Xin Tang sitting on his seat with a flushed face, and that photo was taken by him secretly bringing his mobile phone to the front desk of the school, because it is so rare for Xin Tang to blush, so he wanted to take the photo at the risk of his mobile phone being discovered A souvenir.

If it was normal, Xin Tang would definitely tell the front desk to get fucked, but he didn't do anything that day, he sat awkwardly in his seat, his mind was full of what happened before——

Ying Huan is Xin Tang's deskmate. Of course, she was not arranged by the teacher forcibly like in elementary school. On the contrary, this seat was secretly asked by Xin Tang from the teacher.

It just so happened that the whole shift was changing seats this week, and Ying Huan sat against the wall, and Xin Tang had to make way for entering and leaving.

Occasionally, Xin Tang would make a nasty joke, like just now, not letting the back let the front, Ying Huan had to step over his lap, he admitted that he wanted to see Ying Huan change his face, even if he became angry also can.

It's a pity that he didn't see Ying Huan change his face, he changed his face first, because he pushed Ying Huan at the table in front of the sand wall, Ying Huan couldn't stand still, and sat on his lap, his body leaned forward due to inertia, soft and hot His lips were just on his neck.

The boy's dreams are always full of unspeakable desires, including how the soft lips wrap him, making him wake up from the dream profusely in sweat.

Ying Huan's face finally changed, he gave Xin Tang a surprised and disgusted look, and hurried away.

The last photo was a photo of them kissing, and how Ying Huan's tongue was inserted into Xin Tang's mouth was clearly captured.

That happened after An Xiaofei's death. Even though surveillance proved that she rushed into the middle of the road by herself, Ying Huan was called to the police station to make notes time and time again.

Ying Huan was so haggard that a gust of wind could blow her down, but there were still many rumors about Ying Huan in the school at this time.

Xin Tang was worried about Ying Huan, while secretly threatening other people not to spread rumors, while staring at Ying Huan every day, he had to see him enter the community with his own eyes before secretly leaving.

One day, he successfully stopped Ying Huan who went up to the roof alone and tried to commit suicide.

"If you don't know what is the meaning of living, just take loving me as the meaning of living." Xin Tang said to Ying Huan.

That day, Ying Huan passionately kissed Xin Tang's lips, and left such a photo.

As more and more things came to mind, Xin Tang's feelings for Ying Huan were very complicated, and occasionally he even had the idea that it would be good to just go on like this.

But this kind of thought often only appears for a moment, and then it is suppressed.

They can't go on like this forever, he can't do it, and neither can Ying Huan.

So during this period of time, Xin Tang still thought of some ways to contact Tang Jiuri. His tablet couldn't communicate with other people. The first way he thought of was to use Aunt Huang's mobile phone to call Tang Jiuri— ——Tang Jiuri's WeChat account is the phone number.

He originally thought that this method would have a high probability of success. After all, now that Aunt Huang is willing to secretly help him with some things, he feels that Aunt Huang is not 100% on Ying Huan's side.

But the fact is that as soon as he asked to borrow Aunt Huang's mobile phone, Aunt Huang immediately covered her pocket nervously: "Xiao, Mr. Xiao, this...may not work."

"It's okay, there is no surveillance here, you can borrow it from me, Ying Huan won't know about it."

"It's not for this reason..."

Xin Tang was puzzled: "What is the reason?"

Aunt Huang pursed her lips, and it took a long time to stammer out a reason: "Mr. installed a tracking program on my phone, and I will be found..."

Xin Tang believed this reason, but he just didn't understand why Aunt Huang had such a nervous expression on her face since there was no surveillance here.

He could only take a step back: "Then can you secretly bring me another mobile phone sometime? Just withdraw the money from Ying Huan's card."

Xin Tang knew that Ying Huan had a card with Aunt Huang, because Aunt Huang often bought things here, this way would be much more convenient.

"What... what if Mr. finds out?"

"If you find out, tell the truth. I can guarantee that Ying Huan won't do anything to you, okay?"

I thought it was all about this, so Aunt Huang should have agreed.

But Aunt Huang was still very embarrassed, and she was so nervous that she almost rubbed her clothes to pieces, "Mr. Xiao, I'm sorry...how about...you can give me the number you want to contact, and I can contact him in other ways after I go back." ?”

"Are you so afraid of Ying Huan?"

This sentence almost made Aunt Huang cry.

How can you not be afraid?Ying Huan is a demon. Once he is his target, she will hesitate even to end her own life. She still has someone she can't let go of.

Xin Tang was crying so hard, "Okay, okay, if it's really difficult, forget it, I'll give you the number, try your best to get in touch..."

This way was blocked, so Xin Tang had no choice but to think about it.

As for Aunt Huang's help in contacting, Xin Tang really didn't have much confidence in her. She was so afraid of Ying Huan, it was hard for him to believe that Aunt Huang would muster up the courage to contact Tang Jiuri.

In fact, although Aunt Huang is very afraid of Ying Huan, she also absolutely hopes that Xin Tang can escape from all this, at least so that she will no longer live in terrible guilt every day.

But she... did have a reason why she couldn't lend her phone to Xin Tang, and that was the restricted area that Ying Huan would never allow her to touch.

After Aunt Huang returned home, she borrowed her daughter-in-law's mobile phone, and the number was on her palm. She slowly pressed a long string of numbers, but couldn't bear to press the dial button.

At this moment, Xin Tang had finished his meal, thinking about whether there was any other way to contact Tang Jiuri.

He needs a device that can communicate with the outside world, or be able to walk out of this door, but these two paths seem to be difficult for him now.

Xin Tang looked at the tablet in his hand that couldn't communicate with the outside world over and over again. When he got the tablet for the first time, he was very excited and thought he had got some great gift. Now it seems that it has nothing to do with a game console. The difference is not big.

Oh, there is still a difference, at least sometimes, he can find some needed information on it.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a flash of light in my mind——

He remembered that before he got the tablet, he also used the computer in the study on the second floor to search for how to make cakes.

Xin Tang finally realized that he had missed something important all along: the tablet cannot communicate with the outside world, so the computer in the study can't either, right?He had personally seen Ying Huan in the study video conference before.

He seems to have fallen into this flat misunderstanding all the time.

Xin Tang couldn't sit still anymore, ran to the study and turned on the computer.

The process of turning on the computer seemed to be extremely long. It was so long that Xin Tang's excited heart gradually calmed down. He suddenly thought that the study room could not be without monitoring, and Ying Huan would definitely be able to see what he was doing.

so what?Is he going to stop like this?

Some images flashed through Xin Tang's mind, and finally he felt that, anyway, when he reminded Ying Huan to take his medicine tonight, he might not know how Ying Huan would react.

It is definitely not a loss to see what should be seen now.

The computer is on.

Xin Tang found the app market, downloaded and installed WeChat.

This is a particularly long process, especially because of a guilty conscience, Xin Tang always feels that there is a pair of eyes staring at him in the dark, staring at him darkly and non-stop.

This gave him goosebumps all over his body, and he couldn't help but look up to find the place where the surveillance was installed.

He couldn't find such a place, because every corner was equally suspicious to him, and he sat restlessly on the chair with his legs crossed up, as if hiding his whole body behind the chair would give him full sense of security.

Finally, the WeChat download and installation was successful.

Xin Tang couldn't wait to scan the QR code to log in, found Tang Jiuri immediately, and opened the dialog box:

[Tang Jiuri, I'm Xin Tang, I've lost my memory, and I want to learn something about the past from you. 】

[Do you know why I left Ying Huan before? 】

[Can you receive my message? 】

【I don't know what happened to you. I'm locked at home, and I can't contact the outside world, and I can't go out to find you. 】

【If you can receive it, let me know you are okay. 】

Xin Tang sent many messages in a row, but without exception, they all fell silent, and no one replied.

As time passed, his heart gradually sank.

There was no reply for such a long time, either it meant that Tang Jiuri was really in a lot of trouble and couldn't log in to his WeChat; or the computer in the instruction room couldn't communicate with the outside world.

Xin Tang hoped it would be the latter, but at the same time, he was also afraid that it would be the latter.

At this moment, he suddenly heard the vibration of the tablet, and the WeChat icon in the lower right corner of the computer also jumped at the same time.

He was a little scared, but he couldn't help but clicked on the jumping icon, and it turned out to be a message from Ying Huan: [I really hate seeing that you have any connection with Tang Jiuri. 】

Although it was just an ordinary sentence ending with a period, Xin Tang felt a kind of cold anger from it.

He turned off the computer tremblingly, just wanting to hide in the bathroom, stay alone for a while, and sort out his chaotic thoughts.

But this time, even though he hid in the cramped bathroom, he still couldn't get rid of the sight that followed him tightly.

He felt a little sick again, curled up in the corner, pressing his stomach like Ying Huan did to him before.

Obviously Ying Huan could use this method to make him more comfortable, but now that he did it himself, his nausea didn't get any better. When his body gradually became cold, the feeling of rolling in his stomach even reached its peak.

He raised his head uncomfortably and closed his eyes, so his eyes fell into darkness, hazy, and he heard a broken and desperate voice in his ear: let's go, it's okay, we will meet again soon.I love you, Tangtang...

"Ho..."

Xin Tang opened his eyes suddenly, rushed to the toilet and vomited it out.

Just spit out some sour water.

Feeling better in the stomach, Xin Tang sat back in the corner, wondering what the chances were that Ying Huan would go straight to the bathroom to catch him after he came back.

One hundred percent, he guessed.

I don't know how long it has been - Xin Tang didn't bring any electronic products in, so I don't know the passage of time - there seems to be a series of footsteps outside the door.

From far to near, it gradually becomes louder, but the rhythm remains the same, like the drumbeat of a murder song, beating horribly on the apex of the prey's heart.

The footsteps finally stopped, and with the sound of "click" unlocking, the door was pushed open, and Ying Huan, who hadn't had time to change his suit, appeared in front of him.

He guessed right, Ying Huan went straight to the bathroom.

"It's cold on the ground, get up."

Ying Huan's first sentence was not questioning, but caring, and forcefully pulled Xin Tang into his arms, half dragging and half hugging him, and brought him back to the bedroom, and covered him with the quilt.

Ying Huan switched on the two hand warmers, and while waiting for them to heat up, he untied his cuffs and let Xin Tang hug his arms to keep warm.

After finishing these, he said: "If you are so curious, why not come and ask me."

Naturally, it was referring to the question Xin Tang asked Tang Jiuri.

"Will you tell me?" Xin Tang asked.

"I don't want to tell you, I've been trying my best to avoid painful memories for you, but you don't trust me, you always think about it, even go to Tang Jiuri..."

Mentioning that annoying name, Ying Huan's eyes turned cold, "If you're so curious, then I can tell you."

Xin Tang couldn't help feeling a little nervous, waiting for Ying Huan to reveal something important about the past.

However, Ying Huan sneered, and gave some answers that were completely unexpected: "Because you are so stupid, Xin Tang."

"You believe Tang Jiuri's provocative words. Why? Because you saved him? You saved me too. Why can't you trust me like that?"

Xin Tang was at a loss for words, and he shook his head after a while and said, "I don't intend to fully believe what he said."

"But in fact, you're always more willing to take his word for it."

Xin Tang has a strange heroism complex. He will always stand up to protect the weak, and will also selectively favor the weak. Although Ying Huan is the person closer to him, compared to the weak and poor Tang Jiuri, Ying Huan looks It looks too strong, so he will always trust Tang Jiuri.

Those things made the dark part of Ying Huan's mind noisy, they almost squeezed his head, Ying Huan's eyes were bloodshot and glowed strangely scarlet, "So, I have to disclose his news to his creditors, This is your fault, Tangtang."

Xin Tang felt a chill, and pulled her hand back abruptly, not wanting to cling to Ying Huan to keep warm. No matter how warm Ying Huan's body is, her heart is also cold.

He couldn't understand it, but knowing the causal relationship was even more difficult to understand. Just because he was more willing to believe Tang Jiuri's words, did he want to do this?

What if... something happened to Tang Jiuri?

As if seeing Xin Tang's thoughts, Ying Huan sneered nonchalantly, "Actually, you don't need to worry about him at all, do you know why?"

After a pause, he replied by himself: "Because a person who has no bottom line can live well anywhere. But you are different, Tangtang, you stand too high, and you are not willing to lower your bottom line for any reason. , This is really a very helpless thing.”

Xin Tang wanted to say, isn't it a good thing to have a bottom line?But he couldn't ask out, because Ying Huan didn't give him that chance.

Ying Huan covered Xin Tang's mouth, "The time for answering questions is over, do you know what to do next?"

Xin Tang opened his mouth, unexpectedly, Ying Huan's finger slipped in and pressed his tongue.

"This place is dirty, please wash it well."

Tang Jiuri, as long as he was talked about, he was dirty.

It would be a very long and painful process. Ying Huan showed his insane nature. He filled Xin Tang's mouth with the foul-smelling liquid and exchanged a dirty, sticky kiss with him.

On the other side, after a long struggle, Aunt Huang finally dialed the phone in her hand when night fell.

"Hello? Who is it?" A slightly feminine voice came from the other end of the phone, and the rising end sound was naturally catchy.

With such a unique voice, Aunt Huang almost immediately thought of that kitsch face.

She swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and tried not to be so nervous to return: "My surname is Huang, and I am the one who takes care of Xin Tang."

The sound of breathing on the other side seemed to stop in an instant. Aunt Huang couldn't hear any echo, and the surroundings were eerily quiet.