Quick Wear: Inferiority is the best dowry for men

Chi Yunzhou's life trajectory is very simple. He wakes up at seven o'clock every morning and then goes to the studio. If there is food at the door, he will eat a few bites if he is in a good mood. If he is in a bad mood, he will pretend not to see it.

He stays in the studio until noon and leaves on time to return to his bedroom. Similarly, there is food at the door and he usually eats a little for lunch. After all, being hungry for a long time will affect his brain.

I would take a nap in the bedroom at noon, either on a random bed or wardrobe. During this time, I might look for something to use to hurt myself. I had used the corner of the bed before, but it got wrapped up. I had also used the corner of the table, but the table was gone. Chi Yunzhou was very distressed by this.

In the afternoon, I would go to the toy room to build Lego, or go to the piano room to play something, or just sit there and do nothing. Then at 6pm, I would come out of the room on time and go to the studio.

He usually only drinks a sip of soup for dinner, or doesn't drink anything. No one forces him. He may not drink a sip of water all day. As long as he doesn't die, it's fine.

He would stay in the studio until very late, depending on whether he wanted to just finish the painting or make it more detailed. It might be midnight, or he might stay up all night, and then at seven o'clock he would seamlessly resume his life the next day.

He doesn't like watching TV, electronic products, or socializing with people. There is no reason for his self-harm, because he doesn't feel any pain. He cuts his arms like paper cutting. There is no specific reason. It can only be speculated that it is due to stress, such as the appearance of strangers, auditory hallucinations, and stress.

He Sheng closed the file and fell back on the bed. The words were crooked and it said "eat people"! It was her who was eaten! From the physical to the mental aspects.

First of all, the good news was that he didn't hurt himself last night, and she tried to ignore the occasional itch on her ankle and fell asleep. At the same time, there was also good news that the appearance of a stranger like her did not make Chi Yunzhou stressed.

Great, she will dare to go up next time.

How will the treatment proceed? I don't know, anyway, as long as she can make sure this guy doesn't hurt himself, everything will be fine. God bless Chi Yunzhou not to hurt himself. Whether she can sleep well depends on him.

He Sheng sat up, changed his clothes and went out for breakfast. Chi Yunzhou was not eating downstairs, so the servants had breakfast in the villa. Zhao Bo was in charge of breakfast here. Now there were only Zhao Bo and He Sheng at the table.

Uncle Zhao asked her with concern, "Did you sleep well last night? Did you have any discomfort from the local climate?"

He Sheng replied, "I slept well. I didn't have any acclimatization problems. Thank you, Uncle Zhao, for your concern."

Hearing her say this, Zhao Bo felt relieved, "That's good."

In the past, many psychologists left with the excuse of not adapting to the local climate, so he would specifically ask, and it would be good if there was no such thing.

After that, there was silence. Uncle Zhao was not good at speaking and was not good at finding topics to talk about. He Sheng did not want to say much either. He finished his breakfast quietly. The servants of the villa came one after another and started to clean up. He Sheng did not have to put away the dishes.

She quietly left and returned to her room.

The room was large and fully equipped with everything, even the corners of her bed and wardrobe were wrapped up... It looked like they were made together with Chi Yunzhou's. Sharp objects were rarely seen in this house, even the kitchen knives used for cooking were hidden immediately after use. They were as cautious as possible against Chi Yunzhou coming down to take them.

He Sheng also set up her own easel, covered it with a canvas, and laid out her painting supplies. Since she had nothing to do anyway, she also cultivated her character by painting.

It was just a coincidence that He Sheng learned to paint. Her senior who was under the same tutor loved painting very much. Every time He Sheng went to him to discuss a problem, he said he would come after he finished his painting. However, the progress of painting was unpredictable, and He Sheng was so bored waiting that she simply asked him to teach her too.

The next time he came to discuss a problem with her and he said something like that again, she would roll up her sleeves and sit next to him to draw. Of course, she didn't have obsessive-compulsive disorder. As long as her senior finished drawing, she would immediately throw down her pen and grab him to ask questions.

Outside the villa is a field of camellias. The flowering season has passed and the camellias are gradually withering. He Sheng put the easel at a suitable angle, dipped the brush in paint and slowly began to paint.

The sky outside the window is very blue, as if it had been washed by water. In fact, it had rained here yesterday. The clouds in the sky are more like oil paintings than the clouds depicted by He Sheng.

He Sheng initially focused on camellias, but later changed his mind and started painting the sky.

She forgot the time when she was painting, and when she was starving, she realized that the sun had already set outside her window. A whole day had passed. He Sheng rubbed her empty stomach and went out to find food.

Uncle Zhao was reading a newspaper in the living room. When he noticed He Sheng coming out, he pointed to the refrigerator and said, "There are bread and milk in the refrigerator. There are also frozen foods underneath. You can choose."

The frozen food was certainly not for Chi Yunzhou. It was prepared by Zhao Bo for himself. Bread and milk were always kept in the refrigerator and replaced regularly. They were prepared for Chi Yunzhou in case he suddenly came down to find something to eat. However, they were rarely seen. Zhao Bo had only seen them twice in his thirteen-year working career.

He Sheng looked at the time. It was past dinner time, so she chose to eat frozen wontons. It was easy to make. She put the wontons in the pot and added the seasoning packet. When the water boiled, a bowl of frozen wontons was ready. It was very fragrant and tasted just like ordinary frozen wontons.

However, for He Sheng, whose stomach couldn't eat anything after breakfast, it was simply a divine product.

The rising steam blurred her eyes. She was stirring the bowl with a spoon, in a daze. Did she seem to have forgotten something? She couldn't remember it, and it probably wasn't important.

After eating, I watched some short videos for a while. The day passed and I had a good sleep.

Not long after she fell asleep, she dreamed that her ankle was chopped off by someone. The attacker was extremely cruel. He first tore off the gauze on her ankle with force. There was some adhesion between the wound and the gauze, so the wound, which had not yet healed, began to bleed again. Then the man took a knife and cut her wound again, deepening the wound.

No, where did the wound on her ankle come from? He Sheng woke up and started to move. I am Cao Chi Yunzhou, damn it, why did you scratch the wound in the middle of the night? It's almost healed! I give in.

She was so anxious that she didn't even wear slippers. Although the soles of her feet were cold, it was not even one-tenth as painful as her ankle.

The pain is in his body, the pain is in my heart...

Grass.

He Sheng gritted his teeth. Can you tie him up? What is he doing up late at night? What! What!?

She broke into his bedroom with ease and opened the closet, but no one was inside.

Where else could he be? The studio?

He Sheng pushed open the door of the studio. Chi Yunzhou probably didn't expect that someone would come up at this time. He was stunned when he saw the door being pushed open. But if you look closely, you can find that his eyes are not focused, so he didn't care who opened the door. It was just that his intervention training made him look up when he heard the voice.

He Sheng saw that the wound on his ankle was exactly the same as the one in her dream. She couldn't help but gasp, "It really hurts. Chi Yunzhou, can you sleep at night? And where did you get the knife from..."