After being forced to become a private tutor

Seeing Xie Mingyang staring blankly, Zhou Shuo quickly winked at the young man, "What are you still doing?"

The young man came back to his senses, walked quickly to Xie Mingyang and sat down, and called out sweetly: "Mr. Xie."

Xie Mingyang looked at the person in front of him, only the features on his face were completely different from He Shuan's.

But from a distance, it is indeed to the point of confusing the real.

Zhou Shuo said as if claiming credit: "Last time I saw it in a bar, and I stopped it when it was sold out, and I knew you liked this one, a highly educated person, gentle and refined, otherwise I wouldn't have missed He Shu'an for so long. "

Xie Mingyang frowned, subconsciously wanted to refute, but finally said nothing.

Zhou Shuo bumped Xie Mingyang's shoulder, and said in a low voice, "This is a place, let him stay and serve you tonight, and I promise you won't miss He Shuan after you taste it."

Xie Mingyang didn't say yes or no.

Zhou Shuo thought there was something going on, motioned the young man to take good care of him, whistled and left.

After Zhou Shuo left, Xie Mingyang leaned on the sofa, looked at the young man in front of him, and asked, "What's your name?"

The young man obediently poured wine for Xie Mingyang, "Xiao Mao."

Xie Mingyang seemed very dissatisfied with this answer, and corrected him: "Wrong, your name is He Shu'an."

Xiao Mao was stunned for a moment, remembering what Zhou Shuo told him before, no matter what Xie Mingyang said or did, he just had to follow along, and said obediently: "Yes, Mr. Xie."

"The teacher doesn't call me President Xie." Xie Mingyang frowned, "He only calls me Mingyang."

Xiao Mao stumbled and shouted: "Name... Ming Yang."

Xie Mingyang drank a little too much, the strong alcohol burned him unconscious, and Xiao Mao's blurred face in his sight really looked a bit like He Shu'an.

Xie Mingyang suddenly asked: "Can you cook?"

Xiao Mao nodded blankly, "Yes."

Xie Mingyang took a sip of the wine, and the heat passed through his throat, burning his heart, "Go to the kitchen and make me a bowl of green vegetable and egg noodles, no onion, ginger and garlic."

"Okay." Xiaomao got up and went to the kitchen.

Soon there was the sound of the smoking machine in the kitchen. Xiaomao was wearing an apron and standing under the vegetable cutting table.

Xie Mingyang looked at this person whose back was very similar to He Shuan, as if He Shuan had really come back, cooking for himself just like before.

He put down the wine glass, walked over by a ghost, staggered to the kitchen, hugged the busy figure from behind, and said in a hoarse drunken voice, "Teacher."

Xiao Mao's body froze, he didn't dare to say anything, and continued making his face.

Xie Mingyang buried his head on his shoulder and said in a muffled voice, "Teacher, you haven't cooked for me for a long time."

Xiao Mao kept muttering in his heart, not knowing who this "teacher" was.

Soon, the delicious noodles were ready, and he reminded softly: "Mingyang, the noodles are ready."

Only then did Xie Mingyang let go of Xiaomao, his eyes were bloodshot, like someone who hadn't slept for days and nights.

The hot vegetable and egg noodles were brought to the table. Xie Mingyang picked up the chopsticks, took a bite of the noodles, and frowned tightly.

Different.

It tastes completely different from before.

Xie Mingyang put down his chopsticks after taking two bites. He didn't understand why it couldn't make the same taste as before, even though it was the same process.

Xiaomao didn't notice that something was wrong with Xie Mingyang, so he said shyly, "Mingyang, let's go to rest."

Xie Mingyang looked at Xiaomao, stared at him for a while, then smiled and said, "Okay."

Xiaomao followed Xie Mingyang, seeing that he was not going upstairs, but walking towards the dark staircase, he felt a little strange, and couldn't help asking: "Mr. Xie, where are we going?"

Xie Mingyang didn't answer, and led Xiaomao to the dark basement

Looking at the surrounding environment, Xiaomao felt goosebumps for no reason, and suddenly panicked, "Thank you...Mr. Xie, what did you bring me here for?"

Xie Mingyang pushed open the door in front of him, the scene in front of him made his legs weak, especially the chain on the mattress, which was almost as thick as his wrist.

Xie Mingyang's tone was so gentle that water could overflow, "Teacher, go in, I've made the quilt and pillow for you."

Xiao Mao shook his head and said in horror: "Mr. Xie, you are drunk, how can people live here?"

Xie Mingyang smiled slightly, "Teacher, you've lived here for so long, aren't you used to it?"

Xiaomao couldn't communicate, and wanted to run subconsciously, but Xie Mingyang pinched his wrist, his expression turned cold, and he looked at him coldly, "Teacher, do you want to leave me again?"

At this moment, he was like a wild animal that was about to pounce on food. Xiaomao shuddered all over and begged for mercy: "Mr. Xie, I still have something to do at home, I have to go back."

Xie Mingyang didn't seem to be able to hear him, and he coaxed him in a threatening tone: "Teacher, be good, and put on the chain."

Seeing Xiaomao trembling all over, Xie Mingyang's voice sank a few times, "If you don't obey me again, I will get angry."

Xiao Mao swallowed, met Xie Mingyang's dangerous eyes, he didn't dare to say anything, walked into the basement trembling like a sieve, picked up the chain, and buckled it on his feet.

"Teacher is so good." Xie Mingyang hooked the corner of his mouth, "Go to sleep, tomorrow I will buy you my favorite shrimp slippery wonton."

Xiaomao replied tremblingly: "Okay..."

Xie Mingyang sat on the chair and watched Xiao Mao fall asleep, just like watching He Shuan fall asleep with his own eyes during that time

Xiaomao could feel the scorching sight behind him without turning his head. He closed his eyes, unable to sleep with fear, his eyelashes trembling.

I don't know how long it took, but it became quiet behind me.

Xiao Mao quietly opened his eyes and saw Xie Mingyang sitting on the chair as if he was asleep. He secretly took out his mobile phone, hid under the blanket, and called Zhou Shuo.

The phone rang for a long time before it was connected. Zhou Shuo's voice seemed to be awake, with the displeasure of being woken up in his words: "Why are you calling me in the middle of the night?"

Xiaomao suppressed his throat and tremblingly said: "Mr. Zhou, can I quit, Mr. Xie...he seems a little abnormal."

Zhou Shuo yawned, "What's abnormal?"

Xiaomao looked back at Xie Mingyang, clutched his phone and whispered, "Boss Xie took me to the basement and locked me up with a chain."

Zhou Shuo thought something was wrong, so he comforted him: "Mr. Xie just used you as a stand-in, and he won't do anything to you. Just stay with him for one night. At worst, I'll give you more money tomorrow."

Xiao Mao couldn't take it anymore, and begged: "Mr. Zhou, I really can't take it anymore. I would rather sell my ass than be locked here."

Zhou Shuo became a little unhappy, and said seriously: "Let me tell you, being able to be regarded by Mr. Xie is a blessing you have cultivated in your previous life. If others want to be locked up, they can't get locked up. You just stay there and don't hit other people." Make up your mind, otherwise you will offend Mr. Xie, and you won't be able to afford it."

Xiao Mao wanted to say something else, but Zhou Shuo didn't bother to talk to him, so he hung up the phone directly.

Xiao Mao called back again, but Zhou Shuo's cell phone was turned off.

If he knew that Mr. Xie had so many problems, he would never agree to come.

At the thought of having to endure another night, his scalp tingled, and he wished he could leave this ghostly place immediately.

Xiaomao stuck his head out from under the quilt and looked at Xie Mingyang who was sleeping soundly beside the bed. After hesitating for a moment, he mustered up the courage to reach out, tremblingly reached into Xie Mingyang's pocket, and took out the key of the chain from inside.

While taking it, he stared at Xie Mingyang, for fear that he would wake up suddenly, before Xie Mingyang noticed it, he untied the chains on his feet as fast as he could, put them aside, and stood up while leaning against the wall.

Just as Xiao Mao was walking towards the door lightly, his scalp tightened suddenly, his hair was pulled and he was forced to raise his head, and met Xie Mingyang's emotionless eyes.

Xiao Mao was so frightened that he almost fainted.

Xie Mingyang said gloomyly, "Teacher, where do you want to go?"

Xiaomao's voice trembled violently, and the end tune brought a cry of fear, "Mr. Xie, I'm not He Shu'an, nor a teacher, please let me go."

Xie Mingyang couldn't listen to anything, the way Xiaomao ran away reminded him of He Shu'an leaving without looking back that day, his anger engulfed his heart like a raging fire, and it burned to nothing at a very fast speed, he gritted his teeth and said: " You want to sneak away from me again and never come back again, don't you?"

Xiaomao wished he could kneel down for Xie Mingyang, and said in a panic, "Mr. Xie, I'm really not He Shu'an, you made a mistake, you really made a mistake."

Xie Mingyang stared at Xiaomao, his eyes were bloodshot, and he grabbed his hair more and more forcefully.

Xiaomao was in so much pain that tears came out, and he begged for mercy incoherently, "Mr. Xie, please, please let me go!"

Seeing his cowardly look, Xie Mingyang suddenly let go of his hand.

No one can replace He Shuan, no matter how good he looks, no one can replace He Shuan.

Xie Mingyang felt an uncontrollable disgust surge in his heart, and said viciously: "Get lost!"

Xiaomao was so frightened that if he was granted an amnesty, he ran away, not daring to turn his head, for fear that Xie Mingyang would go back and arrest him and continue to serve as a stand-in.

Xie Mingyang looked at the empty basement, stumbled back a few steps, and fell on the mattress with his palms touching the cold chains.

He looked down, slowly tightened his fingers, and suddenly grabbed the iron chain and threw it to the ground, making a loud noise in the quiet basement.

This impostor could not take it anymore after only staying for a long time, and He Shuan was locked in the basement by him for more than a month.

How did He Shu'an survive this more than a month?

Xie Mingyang covered his face with his hands, his breathing became short and heavy.

He thought that by trapping He Shuan by his side, he would be able to be with him for the rest of his life.

But in the end, He Shu'an was forced away by him, fled to a place where he would never find him, and never contacted him again.

Even if he regretted it now, he couldn't find He Shu'an anymore.

This time the teacher really didn't want to be himself.

Trembling, Xie Mingyang took out his mobile phone from his pocket, opened the photo of him and He Shuan in the album, and stroked He Shuan's face in the photo with his thumb.

Xie Mingyang's bewildered expression was reflected on the screen. At this moment, he was like a lost child who couldn't find his way home. He begged helplessly: "Teacher, I miss you."

"I promise I won't lock you up again, will you come back?"