Paranoid boyfriend doesn't want to heal

"She's... my biological mother."

There was some pause in Ying Huan's voice, but his tone did not appear hesitant. Obviously, this answer was a definition that had already existed in his mind.

What kind of unpleasant things have to happen, and a child will use "physical mother" to describe his mother?

Xin Tang wasn't sure if he should continue asking, and froze in place.

Ying Huan came out from the kitchen door, picked up the blanket on the sofa and wrapped it around Xin Tang.

"Remember to put on your coat next time."

"I know, I was just a little anxious just now."

"No hurries?"

"I thought you were going out. Your illness is not cured yet, and it will be even more uncomfortable to go out."

As he said that, Xin Tang glanced at the door. He and Ying Huan had a fight in the entrance last night. In the end, Ying Huan hit his head on the wall and passed out. A solidified mass of black and red.

"That's where you bumped your head." Xin Tang pointed to the wall of the entrance, "Last night you were talking about a liar, and you insisted on going out. I can only stop you like this."

"Did I hurt you?"

"I'm fine, you're the one who got hit badly, why don't I change your medicine again."

Ying Huan was hit really badly, the wound on his forehead was the size of two fingernails, and it was hard to say that his abnormality had nothing to do with An Xiaofei.

Xin Tang had a vague idea in his mind - Judging from Ying Huan's illness, Ying Huan lacked close contact and a sense of security since he was a child, and Ying Huan also didn't like his own face because of An Xiaofei, which meant that An Xiaofei It may be indifferent or even suppressive education for him.

So is it possible that Ying Huan suffered from schizoid personality disorder because of her?

While changing Ying Huan's medicine, Xin Tang thought wildly, and found that no matter what, he still wanted to know about An Xiaofei.

After wrapping up the wound, Xin Tang sat next to Ying Huan, pulled away the blanket to wrap him in, and asked tentatively in a low voice, "Are you... on good terms with her?"

"Not good." Ying Huan replied affirmatively, with a calm tone as if she was talking about other people's affairs: "When she was alive, most of the time she wanted me to die, but occasionally she hugged me and cried, apologizing to me, Say she didn't mean it."

Ying Huan turned her head and looked at Xin Tang steadfastly: "Tell me, is she sober when she hates me, or is she sober when she loves me?"

"She gave birth to you, and I think she was sober when she loved you."

"But……"

After a long and suffocating silence, Ying Huan closed her eyes and said in a voice so soft that she could barely hear, "I am the evil seed that was born after she was raped."

Like snow falling, without any weight, but icy cold.

Xin Tang felt that Ying Huan would ask this kind of question, and the answer he hoped to get was that his mother loved him.

So he thought about it and replied: "What she hates is the person who raped her. The pregnancy is so hard, but she is still willing to give birth to you, which means that she didn't pass her hatred on to you."

"Do not."

Another long silence.

Ying Huan's eyes returned to indifference, as if the fragility at that moment was just Xin Tang's fantasy: "She gave birth to me because she was unwilling to give up the one-in-a-million possibility that I was her lover's seed."

Xin Tang opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word. He didn't know what to say, and at this moment, everything he said seemed pale.

"Don't think about how to comfort me, I have already accepted these things."

"How did she treat you before?"

"That's not a happy story, I'll tell you if you still want to know at that point."

"That's good." Xin Tang nodded without hesitation.

He thought, that was Ying Huan's past, maybe it was the reason for Ying Huan's illness, he would want to know anytime.

The heart that had been hanging since last night finally fell back to the ground. Xin Tang heaved a sigh of relief and rested on Ying Huan's shoulder, but the more paralyzed he felt, the more he seemed to have forgotten something.

Carefully recalling what happened after waking up, Xin Tang suddenly remembered something, and sat up straight from the sofa.

"I just said I always feel like I forgot something! I haven't brushed my teeth yet!"

Xin Tang didn't know why he was so obsessed with brushing his teeth, it was okay if he didn't think about it, but now that he remembered it, he wished he could flash to the bathroom to brush his teeth, his mouth was so dry and uncomfortable.

He ran fast, and vaguely heard Ying Huan say something: "I should have known..."

"What did you say? I didn't hear clearly." Xin Tang turned around and asked Ying Huan.

Ying Huan also stood up, "I said, I'll be with you."

"Ok."

Xin Tang stood there waiting for Ying Huan. Seeing Ying Huan's unhurried pace, he deliberately teased, "Do you want me to brush your teeth for you today?"

"Okay." Ying Huan's attitude was calm, with a smile on his haggard brows, and he didn't mind Xin Tang's deliberate teasing of him at all.

Xin Tang's fun was lost by more than half, "Shouldn't you ask me why I said 'return'?"

"Then why did Tangtang say 'return'?"

Xin Tang: "..."

"You saw me brushing my teeth yesterday morning, and you didn't know how to speak, so you just looked at me with your mouth open."

As he said that, Xin Tang made a silly gesture of opening his mouth to Ying Huan.

"I'm not as cute as Tangtang, am I?"

Xin Tang had nothing to say, as soon as Ying Huan woke up, it was impossible for him to speak against him.

Xin Tang shut up and brushed his teeth earnestly. After he calmed down, he suddenly had a strange feeling—he seemed to have forgotten something.

What the hell is going on?

He almost remembered it. If there was any substance in that matter, Xin Tang felt that he had already seen the tail, but he just needed a little push to grab it.

After washing up, Ying Huan mentioned to cook, a flash of inspiration flashed in Xin Tang's mind, and he finally remembered:

"By the way, I forgot to ask before. I feel very uncomfortable when I see a knife. What's going on?"

Ying Huan paused slightly, but quickly continued to walk downstairs, only a voice that was so calm that no emotion could be heard came back: "You have been stabbed by a knife before."

Xin Tang nodded, it was almost the same as what he had guessed before.

after awhile--

"Why don't you continue talking?" Xin Tang, who was aroused by curiosity, ran two steps and asked after Ying Huan.

Ying Huan looked down at the stairs below, her eyelids blocked her gaze at the moment, "It's over."

"Ah? What's the reason? What's the process? What about the murderer? How come it's over?"

"A thing that casts such a serious shadow on you, do you think I will tell you?"

"Tell me, I can bear it! Really! I promise! I'm just curious, my good man, how could he be so seriously injured?"

While Xin Tang was making various assurances, Ying Huan had already reached the door of the kitchen, and he lifted the gray curtain on the knife holder. Xin Tang had a conditioned reflex to the knife holder and closed his eyes in time.

Before Xin Tang had time to question, Ying Huan's fiery kiss had already covered her.

He seemed to be venting something, biting Xin Tang's lips sorely.

Xin Tang wanted to escape, but was suddenly pushed against the cold wall, he could only be forced to accept everything from Ying Huan—whether it was pain or pleasure, plunder or occupation.

When Ying Huan was willing to stop, Xin Tang leaned on Ying Huan's shoulder and gasped for breath like the rest of his life after a catastrophe.

He felt Ying Huan's restrained and forbearing voice: "Don't mention this matter again... I almost thought that I would lose you forever."

Ying Huan read the last few words very lightly, but Xin Tang felt a strong emotion from it like never before—Ying Huan was really sad and afraid because of it.

Xin Tang was stunned, and after realizing it, he hugged Ying Huan: "I won't ask any more, I'm right here, and I'll always be by your side."

After a while, Ying Huan finally calmed down, covered Xin Tang's eyes and sent him out of the kitchen.

Xin Tang stood outside for a while, finally getting out of Ying Huan's mood.

When he was about to leave, he glanced at the blood stains at the entrance, but it was fine anyway, so he simply went to find tools to clean it.

After working for a long time, not only was it not cleaned, but it even looked dirtier because of the water.

Xin Tang: "..."

Xin Tang had no choice but to find Ying Huan.

Ying Huan also had no choice but to find a photo and hang it in the entrance to cover the blood stains on the wall.

There are quite a lot of photos in their home, and Xin Tang pretended to be meaningful and joked: "There are so many photos on the wall, there are no secrets hidden behind them, right?"

"Yes," Ying Huan nodded, with a serious expression on his face: "It's about you."

"what about me?"

"You'll know when you go and see."

There are [-] or [-] photos in the family, and the large ones can be one or two square meters. Adding the weight of the photo frame, it can be dozens or hundreds of catties at least.

He was crazy to take apart one by one to read.

Xin Tang's expression should be more perfunctory and more perfunctory: "I will definitely read it, maybe I will find some ulterior secret."

Ying Huan was noncommittal, too serious to be joking.

But when he said nasty words, he also had a serious expression that confused people. Xin Tang was used to not analyzing his expression, nor did he take it to heart.

It was almost nine o'clock after dinner, and the blizzard outside had a tendency to decrease, but the snow was still thickening, and the flower beds had been completely covered in the snow.

Ying Huan went upstairs to see if there were any important emails that needed to be answered in the past two days, Xin Tang dragged the tablet and went up with him.

In the past two days, the blizzard has continued, and there is nothing wrong with the company. Ying Huan replied to a few emails, and Xintang's dream town has not yet been completed.

Xin Tang speeded up packing the goods, quickly exited the game, opened the Sokoban box, and handed the tablet to Ying Huan.

"It's been a long time since I passed level 239. Hurry up and pass level 240, otherwise I won't be able to play and I'll be bored to death."

Ying Huan took the tablet, and unlike Xin Tang who immediately started to push the box, he didn't move anything, observed for a while, then opened the memo, wrote and drew on it, the complicated circuit was Xin Tang's Just looking at it hurts the eyes.

But Ying Huan seemed to enjoy the process of leading the deciphering process, her slightly restrained eyebrows revealed a calm taste, and she didn't feel a headache for the complicated lines at all.

This method of logical calculation is obviously much more reliable than Xintang's feeling. In just over ten minutes, Ying Huan passed the level that Xintang would need to spend at least a day.

Even so, Xin Tang still insisted on his original idea—playing games is for fun, and relying on deduction to pass the level will make the game boring.

Xin Tang unlocked level 241 and started his hard work again.

Ying Huan went to the kitchen to chop out the stuffing.

Making dumplings is actually a job with little technical content. The main reason is that it takes a little effort to chop and adjust the stuffing by yourself. If you don’t buy dumpling skins, knead the dough and roll the skins yourself. Rolling the dumpling skins is also very troublesome. It is difficult to roll out the dough into an even sheet.

Ying Huan and the others didn't buy dumpling wrappers, firstly because the supermarket they went to at night had no fresh dumpling wrappers, and secondly because after watching the video, Xin Tang was so confident that making dumpling wrappers was just the thing .

After chopping the stuffing, Ying Huan put away the knife and asked Xin Tang to come in and knead the dough.

With a scientific and rigorous attitude, Xin Tang put everything on the electronic scale. According to the recipe, no more than one gram, no less than one gram. Even the temperature of the water mixed into the flour was measured with a thermometer.

If this can fail... No!He can't fail!

Xin Tang was very serious, and didn't even notice when Ying Huan was standing behind him, until Ying Huan's head was on his shoulder, and the weight restricted his kneading movements.

"Don't lean on me, it's very heavy." Xin Tang shook his shoulders, but failed to shake Ying Huan off.

Ying Huan rubbed Xin Tang's neck, her voice was a bit vague: "It's not heavy."

Xin Tang was still agitated by this familiar self-centered talking pattern, thinking that Ying Huan had lost his temper again, so he hurried back to look at Ying Huan.

"You have a fever again?" Xin Tang asked.

From this angle, he couldn't clearly see whether Ying Huan was still awake.

"Hmm..." Ying Huan responded in an unclear manner.

Xin Tang was about to ask what this response meant, but suddenly felt his collar being pulled down a little.

Ying Huan kissed that piece of skin affectionately, "I can see it as soon as you move, the bruises from the collar are so beautiful."

Xin Tang: "..."