The villain is not crazy

Tumi picked up the bag in the handle: "Bought some food on the way, I see there is a lunch box on the table, you ordered it, why didn't you eat it?"

Su Qingyi blinked, and then remembered that he had ordered takeaway earlier, but had no appetite.

He didn't know how to explain it for a moment, so he heard Tumi say: "I think it's cold, are you still hungry? Shall I cook something for you?"

His reluctant explanation piled up in his mouth and was swallowed back by himself.

Finally, he smiled: "Hungry."

-

The kitchen lamp was warm yellow, and the smoke was on Tumi's face, blurring his outline, making the whole person hazy, as if several layers of beauty filters had been applied on it.

Su Qingyi admitted that he was indeed good-looking.

He slumped on the sofa, resting his chin on the back of the sofa, rubbing one side of his face against the soft fabric of the sofa, and lazily opened his mouth: "Hello, Tumi."

Tumi hummed.

"Why are you being so nice to me?"

Tumi's posture of burying his head paused, he raised his head, and his eyes fell on Su Qingyi's face.

"You treat me well, is there a book affecting you?" Su Qingyi said.

Tumi didn't speak.

"You treated me badly before, is another book affecting you?"

Tumi sighed softly.

One of Su Qingyi's hands dangled slightly outside the sofa: "I don't understand."

"Then don't think about it anymore." Tumi said.

Su Qingyi: "Huh?"

"Don't think about that. I...had misunderstood you before, but now I've solved it. It's that simple." When Tumi said these words, his eyes fell on Su Qingyi. He spoke so seriously that Ben was a little Su Qingyi, who was absent-minded, couldn't help correcting his attitude.

"Can……"

"I promise you." Tumi said, "I won't be influenced by that power in my attitude towards you. Are you willing to believe me?"

Su Qingyi was startled.

He hummed as if suddenly relieved.

"I believe in you." After saying these words, all the complex emotions settled down, and he found his place again.

It turned out that he had always been restless before.

No matter how firm and unreasonable I am on the surface, I still have constant doubts in my heart.

He suspects that nothing around him is real, not only doubts the surroundings, but also doubts himself.

"If you are still worried that you will be affected, there is another way."

When Su Qingyi heard the words, he couldn't help but feel refreshed: "What way?"

"From now on, every time you do something, do it with all your heart and soul." Tumi looked at Su Qingyi seriously: "No matter how powerful the external force is, it cannot be stronger than yourself. Influenced, even swayed my original thoughts, it is because you are not very firm."

"Su Qingyi, the scariest thing is nothing but your own fear, overcome the fear in your heart."

"You should be fearless, you will go forward."

The head that stayed up all night seemed to freeze at that moment, the warm light blurred Tumi's facial features, only those eyes...

Only those eyes, with firm belief, shone into Su Qingyi's heart.

It seems to be carrying a knife and engraving his own marks.

"Tumi." He remembered that he opened his mouth to ask him again later.

"You didn't speak harsh words to me tonight."

"That's because you're great today."

"Then you won't be harsh on me from now on, okay?"

"it is good."

"I found that your cooking is really delicious."

"Ah."

"I taste it very seriously. It's really delicious. I taste a very comfortable taste, as if the whole person is lying in cotton, warm and pleasant."

"I will make it for you in the future."

"..."

"what happened?"

"I was suddenly... very moved."

"Go to sleep—"

-

Su Qingyi suddenly opened his eyes.

The sunlight outside the house was shining gently on his body from the window, and he subconsciously stretched out his hand to cover his eyes.

The phone vibrated by the bed.

He stretched out his hand to grab the phone, and heard the voice over there: "Son, are you up yet?"

"Mom," he replied wearily.

"Mom sent you another sum of money. Don't be like your father. If you are so stingy, the money is just for spending."

There was chattering.

He hummed.

"I'll see you when Mom is not busy. It's enough to play at a friend's house for a while. You can't always leave your girlfriend at home, and it will become someone else's house."

Su Qingyi hummed again.

"Mom still has a job, let's not talk about it, you take care of yourself...Drip..."

Su Qingyi looked at the hung up phone, and sighed helplessly: "Since you are so busy, don't call..."

He put down his cell phone, rolled over from the bed, and was about to go to the bathroom when he suddenly felt that something was wrong. There was a messy note on the nightstand next to the bed.

He walked up to the sticky note, looked at his ghostly talisman, and scratched his head: "Did I write this? What are they all about?"

"It seems that I wrote it..." He muttered, and scrolled down: "Hey... there is a sentence written here——"

"Think seriously about my feelings for Tumi...Pfft, what the hell." He couldn't help laughing, and wanted to throw away the sticky note, but at the last minute he held it in his palm, and finally put it in his pocket hesitantly.

He opened the door, momentarily unable to remember why he came to Tumi.

It seems... It's because of something that I want to ask for help, is it about my girlfriend?

Thinking of his girlfriend, Su Qingyi frowned a little annoyed.

He walked out the door, thinking about whether he should call his girlfriend.

Hit and don't know what to say.

If you don't fight, you will be told by her again.

Speaking of why he wanted to talk about such a girlfriend... He was a little confused.

"Tumi, what do we have for breakfast?" He opened his mouth and asked casually, and saw Tumi sitting at the dining table with porridge already set.

"It's quite rich." He walked over, but Tumi gave him a complicated look.

"By the way, Tumi, do you remember why I came to you? Is it about my girlfriend." He sat down and asked casually.

Tumi's gaze suddenly dropped to zero: "Who told you to sit down?"

Su Qingyi paused: "...?"

"stand up."

Su Qingyi looked at the two bowls of porridge on the table: "Isn't this bowl for me?"

Tumi: "No."

"You didn't treat me very well yesterday, why did you look like a different person after sleeping?" Su Qingyi couldn't understand.

Tumi looked at him with the same indifferent eyes as before, but it made him a little uncomfortable.

"What do you remember?" he asked almost emotionlessly.

Although Su Qingyi didn't understand, he still tried: "You still cook for me, and the food is delicious?"

"anything else?"

"You seem to have comforted me, although it's quite annoying to be troubled by the girlfriend...but..."

Tumi suddenly put down the bowls and chopsticks in her hand, as cold as ice, and seemed to be forcibly suppressing something: "Before I get angry, take all your things and get out."

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Tumi: angry