sickly wrapped around the waist

Half a month ago————

The weather in autumn is cloudy and rainy, which always gives people a gloomy and depressed feeling.Yan Zhou casually walked on the wet street with his schoolbag and canvas shoes.The rain is not heavy, but it can wet the clothes.

"When is it going to rain?" He growled irritably, and the fine rain fell on Yan Zhou's blood-stained face. Yan Zhou couldn't help but sped up his pace by swearing.

With the sound of dripping water in his footsteps, Yan Zhou finally returned to the door of the house, took out the key and entered the house.

Although the house is not warmer than the outside, it is a shelter from the wind and rain.

Yan Zhou stood at the door in a daze for a few seconds, then frowned and entered the room with disgust, dropped his schoolbag on the dilapidated sofa and sat down, looking around for a week, the disgust and disgust in his eyes became more intense.

In his mind, he still remembered what his mother said to him in the first grade of junior high school.

"Xiao Zhou, your father is dead, and you will have no father in the future."

"Look at your worthless appearance. Why are you crying? You are dead. Let me tell you, don't call me your mother outside."

"Xiaozhou, come here, mom has something to tell you. Your mom and I have found a man, so that I can live a good life with him. In the future, you and your mom should not contact me, and don't look for me. You also have to learn when you are in junior high school. Be independent, and your mother will pay your living expenses in the future."

"Your father filled in this house with your name, so I left it to you."

Yes, Yan Zhou's father died unexpectedly when he was in the first year of junior high school, and his mother cut off contact with Yan Zhou in order to remarry and find a rich man. It's been almost five years, and she only comes back once in a while.

The house has one bedroom, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom. Yan Zhou lives alone in a very spacious room. He never cleans the room. Today, when he came home, he saw that the house was tidy.Even the leftover instant noodles he ate last night were thrown away as garbage, who else would come back but that woman.

"Cut~" With a disdainful voice, Yan Zhou got up and turned on the light, dispelling the coolness in the room.

It was gloomy outside, and the room was not very sunny, so the room was dark in the afternoon, and my heart was inexplicably depressed.

Yan Zhou is very thin, 1.8 meters tall, so he doesn't look so small.The hair is very black and a little long, the messy hair is stained with blood and sewage, and the cheeks are also bruised and purple.But none of these can conceal his good-looking face. His facial features are exquisite, and his brows and eyes are full of indifference. Although he is thin, he has muscles, probably from fighting all the year round.

He took out the potion and wiped the wound on his face, stepped on his slippers, went to the kitchen to cook a bowl of instant noodles, turned on the TV, watched the boring weather forecast, and ate alone.

Probably because he thought the TV was too boring, Yan Zhou turned it off angrily.

After eating the instant noodles, Yan Zhou realized something was wrong. "When that woman came here before, she wouldn't stay for 5 minutes, why would she stay and clean up today..."

It was only here that he realized that there was a notebook on the coffee table. The notebook was very thick and placed in the center of the coffee table. He didn't pay much attention to it just now.

"What does that woman mean!" The irritable Yan Zhou thought for a while, grabbed the notebook and opened it.

The first page is a pair of eyes.

The eyes are drawn with a ballpoint pen, they are lifelike, the eyes are beautiful, and the expression that looks like a smile is not a smile is perfectly scored by the strokes, but just one glance at Yan Zhou makes my back feel chills, I always feel that these eyes contain too much meaning to stare at he.

"What is this!" On the second page, it was a diary.

The diary marked the diary's weather and the author's mood, and the font was flamboyant and rare, and it was not written by that woman at a glance.

Out of curiosity, Yan Zhou casually read a few pages.

As he read, Yan Zhou's face changed from indifference to anger, and the more he looked at it, the more angry he became, and the movements of turning pages were also extremely rough.

"Fuck! This fucking pervert! It's a prank or sexual harassment." Angrily, he tore the notebook in half and threw it in the trash can.

The contents of the diary are disgusting, at least Yan Zhou thinks so.

The content of the diary is all about Yan Zhou. It is clearly recorded where Yan Zhou went and what he did, and there are a lot of emotions and praises from the author, and at the end of each diary, there are very abnormal words to express his love for Yan Zhou. an evil thought.The most unbearable thing is that he also described those evil thoughts in detail.

Disgustingly wrote about the sense of satisfaction that Yan Zhou was crushed on. Yan Zhou's seductive expression when he was bullied by him was like watching a little yellow text, and the protagonist who was crushed was still himself.

Yan Zhou couldn't bear it.

It is already a great patience for Yan Zhou to read a few articles.

"Damn it!" I was still not satisfied after tearing up the diary, but I couldn't find a way to vent, so I couldn't help but swear again.

So it was not the woman who entered my house!

"Which pervert made a prank on me."

Yan Zhou, Senior Three Dog.But the college entrance examination is not a pressure for him, because he has no plans to take the college entrance examination.

In the third year of high school, he skipped class and fought every day. He was a very small gangster.He became an orphan due to an accident at home in the first year of junior high school. Although his mother was still alive, he was almost nothing.

The mother abandoned Yan Zhou in order to marry a rich man. In the first one or two years, she would give her living expenses, but then it gradually decreased, and now she doesn't give her any money.

The strange thing is that Yan Zhou didn't worry about the school's tuition fees. It might be that woman who paid for it.

I have been home twice in five years, but I will leave within a few minutes.Yan Zhou even thought she was dead, but the fact is that she is doing well.

The reason for going home... is to let Yan Zhou sell the house.

No one cares about Yan Zhou, who broke the pot and fell, the junior high school was fine, but in high school, the woman did not pay the living expenses. Yan Zhou had no money and would do some part-time jobs. Later, the environment became worse and worse. Yan Zhou smoked, drank, fought and skipped classes. The school was basically The gods already ignored bad students like him, so Yan Zhou became even more unscrupulous.

Of course, getting injured in fights is commonplace.But fortunately, he never did anything outrageous.