girl, don't do this

"Are you really going?" Judy asked regretfully.

"Thank you for your hospitality, Judy." Tao Jiaran tried to force a smile.

"Perhaps you misunderstood Cen."

"Maybe."

From leaving Judy's coffee shop to boarding the plane and landing, Tao Jiaran never said a word.

Cen Meng couldn't figure out what was going on in her mind, she was afraid that speaking rashly would only make her sad, so she was careful along the way, trying to follow her mind as much as possible.

Outside the airport, Lao Zhang leaned on his car and waited for them.

"Uncle Zhang!" Cen Meng waved at him, and walked over holding Tao Jiaran's hand.

She didn't notice Tao Jiaran's serious face at the moment.

After Lao Zhang put the suitcase away, he opened the door and let the two of them get in the car.

"Mengmeng!" Tao Jiaran grabbed Cen Meng's wrist.

"?" Cen Meng looked at her suspiciously.

"You go back first!" Tao Jiaran said, guilty of not daring to look directly into Cen Meng's eyes.

"What... what do you mean?" Cen Meng's eyes widened.

"I mean," Tao Jiaran took a deep breath, "I mean, go home by yourself."

"What about you?" Cen Meng was completely confused.

"I...I'll go back to my house." Tao Jiaran couldn't bear to turn her face away.

"Your home?" Cen Meng almost forgot that Tao Jiaran had "her own home". In her concept, Cen's home was her senior sister's home.

What did her senior sister just say? !Let her go home alone?

"Tao Jiaran!" Cen Meng grabbed Tao Jiaran's sleeve with his backhand and said loudly, "Don't you want me?"

"No..." Tao Jiaran avoided her gaze.

"Then what do you mean?"

"I want to be quiet."

"Jingjing?" Cen Meng really wanted to jokingly ask "Who is Jingjing", but she was really not in the mood at the moment.

"How long do you want to be quiet?" Cen Meng looked at her closely.

"do not know……"

Cen Meng picked up Tao Jiaran's collar "rubbing", "Is that why you don't want to see me?"

Not you, not you...

Tao Jiaran had a bitter tongue, staring at her in pain.

Cen Meng felt a pain in her heart, and really couldn't bear to criticize her harshly.

Her senior sister must be very sad, right?How could you bear to push her so hard?

Feeling soft, Cen Meng caressed her collar: "How can I let you go back alone with your appearance?"

Tao Jiaran frowned and looked at her, not knowing how to answer her.

Mengmeng, you shouldn't be like this!You shouldn't have done this to me!You should spit on me for leaving you home alone!You should call me "a mess from the start to abandonment"!You should stop thinking about me!You shouldn't be so considerate anymore!It shouldn't be!

Mengmeng, why is your surname Cen?I don't want to face the Cen family anymore, I don't want to recall the woman who abandoned me, I don't want to recall everything related to her...even, I don't want to face this face again...

"You..." Tao Jiaran pursed her lips tightly, unable to say anything in the end.

"You are mine!" Cen Meng approached her, brushing her soft lips, "So, you are not allowed to leave me! You are not allowed to kill me!"

I did not see anything!Old Zhang hid his face in embarrassment.

"You..." Why are you so stupid?

Tao Jiaran looked at her serious expression speechlessly.

Cen Meng took her hand and opened the car door recklessly, "Uncle Zhang, take my senior sister home first!"

"Mengmeng..." Tao Jiaran couldn't tell what she was feeling at the moment, it was very chaotic, did she hate Cen Zihua?Was it moved by Cen Meng's understanding?Is it because of his life experience?

Have all of them?

"Let's drive, Uncle Zhang!" Tao Jiaran pulled his suitcase and pressed the door that Cen Meng wanted to open.

"I'll take you up!" Cen Meng said goodbye unwillingly.

"Go back." Tao Jiaran stopped talking, pulled the suitcase, and only left Cen Meng a back view.

"..." Looking at her silent figure, Cen Meng felt inexplicable uneasiness.

How long has it been since you went back to your little house?Since being with Cen Meng, Tao Jiaran rarely came back.

Originally, it was deserted to live alone, but now it is even less popular.

Putting on the dusty cotton slippers, Tao Jiaran leaned the suitcase by the door and went to the bathroom to wash his hands habitually.

Rinse off the foam, turn off the tap, and inadvertently raised his head, Tao Jiaran was stunned.

Above the sink is a mirror, and at this moment, a young woman's face is reflected in it.

The young woman, wearing Tao Jiaran's clothes, suddenly smiled weirdly at her.

Tao Jiaran was stunned, the woman actually put on Cen Zihua's clothes in the photo!

Tao Jiaran shivered in fright, the towel in her hand fell on the tiles, and she heard her heartbeat——

"Boom, boom, boom." It's like a burst.

With courage, Tao Jiaran turned her gaze back, and the person in the mirror was still herself.

illusion!It was just an illusion!

Tao Jiaran comforted herself secretly.

When she stared at herself in the mirror, suddenly, the mirror was no longer her, the face was still her, but the clothes... the clothes she was wearing were cheongsams and shawls!

It is exactly the same as the portrait of Grandma Cen Meng enshrined in the Cen Family Ancestral Hall!

"Ah!" Tao Jiaran exclaimed, picked up the hand sanitizer next to him, and swiped it in the mirror.

"Clattering", breaking sound.

The phantom in the mirror is gone.

Tao Jiaran couldn't calm down for a long time.

Like an obsessive-compulsive disorder, she rushed into the bedroom and opened the cabinet door.There is a full-length mirror more than one meter high.

illusion!It's all hallucinations!

She just wanted to prove that it was all an illusion!

She is a rational person!Those just now are unscientific!

Devil!It must be her demons!

She doesn't believe in evil!

Tao Jiaran let out a long sigh of relief when he saw the very familiar self in the mirror.

Does this face really look like that?How young was I back then?How can it be so similar?

Tao Jiaran stared at his own mirror image like a bewilderment, with this thought circling in his mind.

Suddenly, the person in the mirror turned into Cen Zihua again, and sneered at her mockingly, as if he was laughing at her overreaching, or at her being a poor wretch!

"No!"

why!Why on earth!

Tao Jiaran punched the mirror hysterically. When the mirror shattered into pieces, her right hand was also stained with blood.

She doesn't feel pain, she just feels scared!

Everything that could reflect an image, all mirrors, glass, even the bottom of a stainless steel pot...all were smashed to pieces.

Tao Jiaran stood in the middle of the living room in a mess.Bright red blood splattered on the floor along her hand.

"Tick tock", "tick tock"...

Every sound made her shudder.

With his head lowered, what caught his eyes was the wooden floor.The sunlight is projected through the glass windows and reflected on the floor, exuding white and bright light.

Glass windows!Light on the floor!

Tao Jiaran was in a daze, and suddenly thought that the mirrors in her house were not the only ones in this world that could reflect images?

in case……

In a daze, she suddenly grasped a ray of light—if this face no longer exists, will those terrible things never appear again anyway?

right!ruin it!Ruined this face!

She frantically went straight to the kitchen, and immediately pulled out a ceramic fruit knife.

She clearly remembers that this was a gift when she bought a set of stainless steel kitchen utensils.At that time, the promoter said that the knife was made of nanomaterials and was very sharp.The knife also proved to be very useful.

If you use it to scratch this face, will there be no troubles anymore?

Tao Jiaran raised the knife with his bloody right hand, and the tip of the knife stopped between her eyes.

White is the purest and most tolerant color in the world.It is pure, because it does not contain a trace of heterogeneity; it is inclusive, because it can accommodate all kinds of colors, and let them gallop and soar in your bosom.

If the purest white in this world is stained with the hottest red, what will be the effect?

Tao Jiaran narrowed her eyes, and slowly approached her cheek with the white ceramic knife in her hand.

"Go on!" she heard a voice say to herself.

"Keep going, and there will be nothing to bother you anymore! No more fear of nightmares! No more fear of being abandoned!" She heard that intoxicating voice.

This sense of security within reach made her yearn for it.

"Put down the knife!"

Tao Jiaran woke up suddenly, stared blankly at Cen Meng who was standing at the door with unbearable heartache, and then turned his eyes stupidly to the knife in his hand.

Cen Meng regretted it very much at this moment, she hated herself for letting Tao Jiaran go upstairs alone like this.

Lao Zhang's car had just driven less than 10 minutes away, and Cen Meng panicked, feeling that something terrible had happened.

She thought of Tao Jiaran's appearance when he left, his eyes were too... blurred.

"Uncle Zhang! Turn around! Go back! Hurry up!" Cen Meng yelled anxiously at Old Zhang.

Fortunately, Tao Jiaran was so distraught that he forgot to close the door in a daze.

When Cen Meng found out about this, she almost kowtowed to the heavens.God really treats them kindly, such negligence, in normal times, is recruiting thieves, but in this moment, it is life-saving!

"Give me the knife!" Cen Meng tried hard to suppress her beating heart.

Tao Jiaran, why do you look like this?Cen Meng asked silently in pain.It's only been ten minutes since we parted, how did you make yourself like this?A lot of blood, a lot of blood on her senior sister's hands and body.

Cen Meng didn't know how injured she was.For the current plan, let her put down the deadly knife first, and then rush to the hospital for treatment.

"Meng... Mengmeng..." The moment Tao Jiaran saw Cen Meng, his tense nerves finally relaxed for a moment.

Cen Meng could see clearly that her senior sister was clearly greeting that face with that knife.She thought of some kind of possibility, her mouth opened wide, and waves of panic struck her.

"Mengmeng..." Tao Jiaran's hand holding the knife trembled slightly, just like her lips and the muscles on her face.

Lao Zhang, who parked his car and arrived immediately, was also shocked by the scene in front of him.He lowered his voice: "Mengmeng, don't act rashly! Miss Tao has been stimulated by some kind."

Cen Meng didn't know that her senior sister was stimulated by some kind of stimulation?But Tao Jiaran, how can you mutilate your own body?Don't you know that I'm dying of heartache?

Lao Zhang was still thinking about whether to be a "negotiation expert" to persuade him, or to be a "special force" to dodge the knife, when suddenly a figure flashed in front of him, and Cen Meng had already rushed over.

"Mengmeng!" Old Zhang broke out in a cold sweat.

Cen Meng had already squeezed Tao Jiaran's hand holding the knife tightly.

Her eyes were red, and she almost stuttered every word, crying: "Tao Jiaran! You are mine! Who gave you the right to hurt yourself like this!"

Because of too much force and being too nervous, Cen Meng's hands also trembled violently following Tao Jiaran's.

The blood overflowing from Tao Jiaran's wound stained Cen Meng's skin, burning her sorely.

"Let go!" Cen Meng cried out.

Tao Jiaran was so excited by her painful appearance, she subconsciously wanted to let go, but heard that voice say to her:

"Are you really going to let go?"

Tao Jiaran frowned.

If you let go, will you still have to face that woman?Do you still have to face her ridicule?And that weird scene...

She shivered, and gripped the handle of the knife tightly again.

Cen Meng felt the strength in her hands, and felt bitter.

"Tao Jiaran! You bastard!" She raised her other hand in frustration.

"Snapped"!

A heavy mouth smacked Tao Jiaran's cheek.

Tao Jiaran staggered, tilted his body, and nearly fell down.The palm also loosened due to the force, and with a "click", the knife fell to the floor.

When Cen Meng slapped her hand, she subconsciously closed her eyes tightly.But at the next moment, her hand felt cold and hurt again. It turned out that the knife had cut a half-inch-long gash on the back of her hand due to inertia.

"Mengmeng!" Tao Jiaran was awakened by her blood.

Regardless of the burning pain on his face, he quickly grabbed Cen Meng's hand, not caring that his own hands were already bloody.

"Does it hurt?" Tao Jiaran lightly held Cen Meng's hand as if holding an extremely precious piece of porcelain, his eyes full of distress.

Cen Meng choked with sobs: "This time, are you satisfied?"