The life of a despised omega

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The room at the end of the corridor was nothing special, the bed, window, wallpaper were the same as the other rooms.

The only difference is that there are a lot of photos hanging on the wall. I approached with the light on my mobile phone. Under the photo frame is a scene of a boy with silver-white hair facing the camera.

The background seems to be an amusement park, the teenager is smiling happily, the smile in his eyes seems to shoot through the lens to the people outside.

It seems that I was inadvertently infected.

I am indeed similar to the teenager in the photo, except for the silver hair and infectious smile, I think we should look the same.

Are there really two people so similar in the world?

But my mother really only has me as a son.

The second photo is a snapshot. The teenager was holding a cone by the old street, with a little white ice cream on the tip of his nose, and was captured when he stuck out his tongue and licked it.

His eyebrows are curved, and his smile is like a flower.

In the third picture, the teenager is painting graffiti on the old broken wall with spray paint.

In the fourth picture, the teenager is sweating recklessly on the colorful stage, beating the drum set passionately.

The fifth photo seems to be a selfie, but half of it is missing. The teenager sleeps peacefully on the shoulder of the person next to him, but the person next to him is cut off.

What followed were all selfies of the two, but the other person was always missing from the photo.

The later photos felt different. The boy didn't like to smile anymore, and he could feel his dull mood through the photos.

Although he still plays in amusement parks, shopping, painting, and playing drums, the feeling has changed. The boy has become less sunny and has a sad face.

What has changed is the shooting technique. The previous photos are good at catching a certain point on the boy’s body. The photographer zooms in on that point, and the photos taken allow viewers to notice his current movements and mood at a glance.

The later photos simply framed the boy in the camera lens, not like a beautiful record, but like a disguised imprisonment.

dull, depressing.

After reading all the photos, one feels that the teenager in the photos has gradually changed from a lively person to a plaything controlled by others, without self and becoming lifeless.

The second room is a study room. Most of the books on the bookshelves are in foreign languages, and they are all words that I can't understand.

This room seems to be frequented by people. At this time, there is a book spread out on the table. When I look closer, the words "hypnosis", "memory", "brain", "hippocampus" and "surgery" are all circled with pens. of.

I don't quite understand.

Feeling nothing useful, I wrote down these words on my phone and left the room.

Next is the third room, all items are covered with white cloth, which can scare half life at first glance.

Enduring the uneasiness in my heart, I closed the door and approached the room tremblingly. I opened the first piece of white cloth, which was a drawing board with a sketch on it. , everything is warm and harmonious, of course, if the person in the painting has a face.

Every detail is lifelike, except for a missing face. I took a closer look and found that there were scratches on the sketch paper, and the face of the person in the painting was wiped off later.

Under the second piece of white cloth is a watercolor painting. The person in the painting is peeling an apple. There is still no face.

The third oil painting still has no human face, and the method of destroying it is to use bright red paint.

……

All the paintings in the room have been destroyed, and it is not clear who the person on the painting is, but combining the bamboo pieces in the cave and the cut-out photo in the first room, there is a high probability that it is the same person—— Gong Huanshen's sweetheart's sweetheart.

So Gong Huanshen was the one who did all of this?

I walked out of the room wondering.

After halfway through the corridor, there was the sound of footsteps behind me, and I broke out in a cold sweat. I was discovered.

Turning around, a figure quickly blocked the light of my mobile phone, the camera of the mobile phone was blocked by the close body, and the surroundings were plunged into darkness.

I was out of breath and trying to stay calm.

A familiar smell of blood lingered around, and I whispered his name after swallowing nervously.

"Gong...Gong Huanshen."

He didn't respond to me, he just leaned close to my body, bent down and put his head on my neck, breathing gently.

I pushed and pushed, still no response.

I pulled the phone out of the gap between our bodies, switched off the blinding flashlight and turned on the screen.

Pushing away Gong Huanshen who was resting on me, I hit his face with the light from the screen. His eyes were dull, and he didn't respond to the light of the phone. I waved my hand in front of his eyes. little change.

Unexpectedly, Gong Huanshen actually sleepwalked.

I pushed him to stand, and when I took a step, he followed behind me a step, followed very closely, and accidentally bumped into my back again.

There was no way to go to the rest of the room, so I led him downstairs.

I don't know if Gong Huanshen still remembers that I went up to the fourth floor tomorrow morning.

When I went down to the third floor, the butler appeared at the stairs like a ghost, and he looked defensive at me. He asked, "What is Mr. Tang still doing in the corridor in the middle of the night?"

I pushed Gong Huanshen to him: "Take him away quickly, I was woken up by him when I was fast asleep."

The butler took him over, and I left the stairs with a guilty conscience.

When I looked back, the butler supported Gong Huanshen and stared at me closely. Gong Huanshen made a gesture to follow, but was controlled by the butler.

I pulled out a smile: "Good night, go to bed early."

Still leaving the door ajar, the housekeeper looked at my room for a while before helping Gong Huanshen to go downstairs, the corridor lights went out.

I held my beating heart and exhaled wildly.

Fortunately, it was not found.

Lying on the bed, I didn't feel sleepy at all. I took out my mobile phone and looked up the English words I just wrote down.

"Hippocampus", "Memory", "Brain"

I don't know what it's used for. Does that person have a brain problem?

I couldn't figure it out, the phone hit my face, I stretched out my hand to push it away, turned over and fell asleep.

Due to the febrile period, I woke up the next day extremely weak, and when I turned over, there was a faint bloody smell on the bed.

Just a little bit of pheromone was injected, and last night it was just a small touch of the body and the smell was so strong.

Gong Huanshen's pheromone is also too strong, I can't lift my strength any more.

Did I see Gong Huanshen at breakfast? The housekeeper told me with a blank expression: "Master, let Mr. Tang learn to draw as soon as possible, if you want to regain your freedom."

After eating, I locked myself in the studio again, and took the key to go up to the fourth floor without being noticed by the housekeeper, but this time, I couldn't open the door no matter what.

It's a pity that it was discovered without seeing anything useful.

When I went downstairs, the housekeeper waited for me at the stairs, and warned again: "Mr. Tang, I have warned you again and again, don't blame me for taking compulsory measures next time."

His expression was too ferocious, which made me feel apprehensive, and I apologized with a smile: "I'm sorry, I'm not curious anymore."

The butler didn't believe me, so he guarded me at the door of the studio all day, with a pair of eyes staring at him all the time. It felt so uncomfortable, and I remembered what he said this morning. You can do whatever you want, right?"

Butler: "I'm only in charge of conveying. For the rest, you can ask the young master yourself when you come back."

"……Fine."

When Gong Huanshen came back, he seemed very tired. He half-lyed on the sofa and pinched his brows. I came forward with a cup of coffee. He patted the empty space beside him and said in a low voice, "Sit down."

I sat down as promised, and he said, "Release some pheromones."

I didn't agree: "I'm still in a fever period, and I can't hold it when I release it, and the pheromones affect each other, so it's not good to mix them together for a long time."

He lowered the hand on his forehead and looked at me, his light blue pupils reflected my figure, there was an indescribable feeling, inexplicably weird.

I hurriedly turned my face away.

He sat up straight: "Tang Yuan."

"Ah."

"I said you would obey me unconditionally."

"Oh."

I thought that we had become friends during those days in the temple, and it was no longer such a contractual relationship. I didn't expect that I was thinking too much.

Gong Huanshen in the temple and Gong Huanshen outside are obviously two people.

Now he is the Gong Huanshen who scares me.

I released a small amount of pheromone, and the fatigue between his brows eased a lot, and he began to drink coffee leisurely. Seeing that he was in a better mood, I asked: "The housekeeper said that after I learn how to draw well, I can do whatever I want." What is it true?"

"Ah."

"Then I want to go to other places, such as Xuandu."

"Ah."

"Am I going to continue to play tricks or sing?"

"Ah."

After drinking the coffee, I was about to thank him for his improvement, when he said, "You can do whatever you want, as long as you meet my conditions."

I came interested: "What conditions?"

"If you learn to draw well, you will know it naturally."

Since I heard Gong Huanshen's words, I have become more passionate about learning painting, and I will force myself to paint for ten hours every day.

This matter was boring, and every time I took the pen, I endured the feeling of vomiting and forced myself to leave strokes on the drawing paper.

The moment I put down the brush, I feel alive again.

But this is not without a little benefit. Since the high-intensity painting, my sleep has become very good. I go to bed at [-]:[-] and wake up at [-]:[-] on time every night, and I have no dreams all night.

But sometimes the smell of blood on the bed would be very strong. Several times I suspected that Gong Huanshen sleepwalked into my bed, but he obviously didn't go back to the villa the night before, and he couldn't see anyone else the next day.

In order to find out what was going on, I turned on the phone camera and placed it in the corner facing the bed.

After sleeping all night, the smell of blood around me still didn't go away, so I took an hour off with my painting teacher and took out my cell phone in the corner.

Everything in the screen is normal, there is no one else on the bed except me, and the progress bar is pulled to the second half, and the screen changes.

There were two people lying on the bed. The man held me in his arms and kept whispering beside me.

I pulled the progress bar forward again, and at about two o'clock in the evening, Gong Huanshen opened the door and walked in. He walked like a wooden man, as if he was sleepwalking.

He stood by my bed for five or six minutes before he took off his shoes and lifted the quilt to lie on the bed.

During this period, Gong Huanshen kept his eyes open, and he didn't close them until several minutes after he pulled me into his arms.

At five o'clock in the morning, Gong Huanshen got up and left. He didn't seem surprised at all when he woke up from my bed, he put on his slippers neatly, opened the door and went out.

I was terrified when I saw Gong Huanshen lying on the bed, the memory of being brutalized by him crawled up from the most fearful place in my heart, but luckily nothing happened, he was just sleepwalking in my innocent life fell asleep.

But this still makes me uncomfortable, and it seems that I must quickly regain my freedom and leave this place.

The next night, I fought back my sleepiness until two o'clock in the middle of the night, when the sound of footsteps sounded in front of the door, and soon after the sound of keys sounded, the door opened quickly.

Gong Huanshen walked into the room with his slippers on. Knowing that he was sleepwalking at this time, I didn't close my eyes on purpose, but opened my eyes to see what he was doing.

After standing by the bed for five or six minutes, he lifted the quilt and lay down on it, and about two or three minutes later, he passed his hand under the neck and held me tightly in his arms.

I moved tentatively, and he hugged me even tighter, while coaxing me in an extremely gentle voice: "Xiao Jiu, don't be afraid..."

"It'll be fine..."

"Xiao Jiu, don't be afraid..."

That man was the housekeeper's son, and the housekeeper called him Young Master Shuang, so who was Xiao Jiu that Gong Huanshen was talking about.

Could it be that Gong Huanshen has two sweethearts at the same time?

Or maybe that person had two names, and Gong Huanshen called him by his nickname or nickname.

A hand patted on the back lightly and rhythmically, and there was an almost hypnotic sound in my ear. It didn't take long for me to lose my mind, and sleepiness hit my head, and I was coaxed to sleep after a while.

When he got up, Gong Huanshen had already left, and the smell of blood on the bed became stronger.

If this continues, and the pheromones interact with each other to become addicted, then I may really be inseparable from Gong Huanshen.

I have almost learned painting, so I have to let Gong Huanshen set me free.

I got up and searched around the villa, but I didn't see Gong Huanshen, so I asked the housekeeper, "Where's Gong Huanshen?"

"The young master is naturally busy."

"You tell him that I have almost learned how to draw, and ask him to come back and take a look."

After speaking, I went into the studio again.

In the afternoon, a lot of painting materials were sent to the villa, all of which were unopened drawing boards, brushes, paints and other things.

The housekeeper rearranged the inside and outside of the villa. From certain angles, the scene is very familiar, as if recreating the scene in the painting I saw on the fourth floor.

Sure enough, Gong Huanshen fixed me in a specific position, he changed into clothes as a model, and what I had to do was to draw him together with the scenery behind him.

The request for the first one is to draw a sketch. Gong Huanshen sat on the stool with his chin propped up in both hands, looking at the artist as if he were looking at a unique treasure. The tenderness in his eyes was frighteningly hot. It is warm and harmonious.

Gong Huanshen maintained his expression, eyes and movements, and said coldly: "This painting is limited to one and a half hours."

I do a quick sketch.

An hour and a half later, except for the painting of the face on the fourth floor, Gong Huanshen frowned and said, "Barely enough."

Next came the second watercolor painting. Gong Huanshen was peeling an apple in the kitchen arranged by the butler, with the corners of his mouth raised and his eyebrows smiling.

It took a total of five hours for this painting, but Gong Huanshen was not satisfied with the result, because the apple peels in the painting were in a connected state, and what he wanted was a connected but unbroken appearance.

I'm speechless, obviously the apple peel he peeled is like that, so let me draw it out of imagination?

Jealousy drives people crazy, Gong Huanshen must be possessed.

Destroy the face on the portrait, and find a substitute to copy the exact same painting, just to change the face on the portrait into your own.

Gong Huanshen, a complete lunatic.

After spending another five hours, I handed over the painting to Gong Huanshen again, and this time he smashed the painting.

He opened his eyes angrily, the color of his pupils gradually changed from light to dark, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

"Tang Yuan, delay my time without studying well, you are courting death!"

I took the painting and looked left and right, but I couldn't see any difference.

I dared to say: "Give me one last chance, the last time will definitely not be wrong."

He couldn't control his emotions, and the tyrannical breath spread from him. When he was about to do something, I hid under the kitchen counter.

After a long time, the pain I imagined did not hit, I opened my eyes and looked up, I was the only one left in the whole kitchen.

It was already two o'clock in the morning, and I dragged my weak body back to the room. I was just about to fall asleep in a daze, when there was a knock on the door, and the butler opened the door and stood holding a painting in his hand.

The housekeeper said: "The young master asked you to look carefully. Tomorrow is the last chance. If you can't draw well, you will never think of this villa."

This is the final warning.

I stretched out my hand to take it, and the housekeeper quickly took a step back, with contempt in his eyes: "You are not qualified to touch, just look at it like this."

Fine.

I carefully looked at every part of the portrait, and when I read it a second time, I found that the only difference between my painting and this one was that the apple peel was missing a section.

one section.

It's hard to spot without looking carefully.

Gong Huanshen, the devil!

That night, looking at my original painting and memories, I finally drew a painting that was no different from that one.

The second day, the third day, the fourth day...

I copied all the paintings on the fourth floor, and added a face to them by the way.

Gong Huanshen's face.

The last oil painting took a full week.

I have to say that although I hate painting, I seem to have an innate talent for this, and I can perfectly draw high imitations of the original paintings,

I don't like forced talent at all.

After this time, I will not pick up a brush again.