Paranoid boyfriend doesn't want to heal

Ying Huan's words almost made it clear: the former Xin Tang felt that Ying Huan was very similar to Alfred in the book.

Alfred, what kind of person is he?

He was indifferent, and he was indifferent to human life. The first thing he did after he learned to shoot was to raise his gun and aim it at his mother on the balcony.

He has no sense of morality and is an absolute egoist. He can do anything for profit. He killed twelve people who were trapped with him. His price is to become a wanted criminal. He has already paid the price. So he wouldn't feel guilty about taking twelve lives.

He is good at disguising and attacking the heart. He chose the youngest Edwin to accompany him. He saw the madness in Edwin's empty eyes that was suppressed for many years and was about to explode, so he carefully set up a trap for him.

Such a terrifying person, but before he lost his memory, he said that Ying Huan was very similar to him.

It's hard for Xin Tang not to be terrified. The defensive line he built up with great difficulty quickly disintegrated like the collapse of the Great Wall. Not long ago, he vowed in his heart that he would work hard to accept Ying Huan, but now he just wants to lift his trembling legs and run away. .

Ying Huan didn't seem to see Xin Tang's resistance, and caressed his side face pitifully, "What's wrong? Such a pitiful expression?"

Xin Tang's voice trembled a little: "You, can you be normal?"

"Did I frighten you?"

Xin Tang was afraid and didn't dare to say it outright. Ying Huan looked too weird now, and he didn't know what the specific problem was. He just vaguely felt that there were other emotions hidden under Ying Huan's smile.

Like a snow mountain covered with ice and snow, he doesn't know when a heat wave will swallow him up.

Ying Huan's hand was still on the side of his face, and the two of them were deadlocked in the most intimate posture.

"Om-"

The sound of the phone vibrating suddenly rang, breaking the silence of the room.

Ying Huan straightened up and turned off the alarm. Xin Tang also took this opportunity to sit up straight. He deliberately avoided the previous question, and before Ying Huan could speak, he asked, "What alarm is this?"

"Dinner." Ying Huan shook her phone and asked regretfully, "I didn't expect to have such a long meeting. Are you hungry?"

In an instant, he returned to his gentle appearance, as if the suffocating atmosphere just now was just Xin Tang's illusion.

Xin Tang opened his mouth, wondering if he should ask Ying Huan what he meant just now.

"Are you hungry?" Ying Huan tapped Xin Tang's forehead affectionately with the corner of her phone.

It doesn't hurt, but the phone case is a bit cold.

Xin Tang didn't know why he suddenly had the courage, looked at Ying Huan and asked, "I said before... Are you similar to Alfred?"

Ying Huan opened "Instigation of Rebellion" with Xin Tang's hand, pointed to a certain passage and said, "Here, you said that you immediately thought of me when you saw this, and I am the only man who can surprise you at a glance."

After a pause, he gave a quick chuckle, which sounded like a sigh: "But now my face doesn't seem to be very useful to you."

Xin Tang explained in his heart that he was going to be fascinated when he saw Ying Huan's face, while looking at the sentence Ying Huan pointed out——

[That is a very pure white man, with blond hair and blue eyes, deep eye sockets, a high nose bridge, thin lips that can be described as thin, perhaps because he has not seen the sun for a long time, his skin is almost transparent white, and the blue blood vessels are like beautiful The tattoos dotted his skin, making him look vulnerable and mysterious.

It was hard for Edwin not to sigh in his heart, how could such a person be a cruel and indifferent serial killer? ]

This is the beginning of the whole story. From the first page, Edwin was amazed by Alfred, and subconsciously denied the identity of this murderer, which means that he has entered the name carefully arranged by Alfred. A trap for instigating rebellion.

While thinking wildly like this, Xin Tang suddenly realized that when he re-read the novel just now, he also saw the description of this part, and had the idea of ​​"Why is Ying Huan so similar to this condemned prisoner".

At that time, he didn't pay special attention to the node where this idea came into being. Now he was reminded to understand that what he really wanted to express was "Ying Huan's stunning appearance and temperament are very similar to those on death row."

So, that's what he wanted to express in the past?

Xin Tang felt a little guilty all of a sudden, especially when he swore in his heart that he would work hard to accept Ying Huan, but he was thinking wildly because of one sentence, which made him a little restless.

"Ying Huan..." Xin Tang grabbed Ying Huan's clothes, wanted to apologize but remembered the apology method Ying Huan taught him in the car, and was stuck for a while.

After calling Ying Huan's name several times, Ying Huan had no intention of speaking, but suddenly covered Xin Tang's eyes with his hands.

The dark environment made Xin Tang a little timid, so he had to bite the bullet and said: "I saw you when I woke up, it was amazing...Really, so you said you are my husband, I believed it immediately, I think You will definitely be the one I like."

"Then, do you like me now?"

Ying Huan's voice was faint, and for a moment, Xin Tang felt that he was like a ghost.

No, why did he start thinking wildly again!

Xin Tang stabilized his mind and replied seriously: "I like..."

"How are you going to prove it?"

"...I've kissed you so many times, which time did I really push you away? Isn't that enough proof?"

Ying Huan was stunned for a moment, then leaned over and kissed Xin Tang, and said affectionately while pecking and kissing: "Enough, Tangtang, enough, I love you Tangtang very much, I love you..."

Such a blunt and passionate confession made Xin Tang feel more flustered than the wet|kiss in the narrow carriage. Ying Huan's lips pressed against him were hot as if they were going to burn his soul.

In the end, Xin Tang still couldn't make a dinner, he didn't like knives, and of course his beating heart didn't allow him to stand in the kitchen for a long time.

It was getting late, Ying Huan made a simple noodle soup, without onion, ginger, garlic and vinegar, but fried shrimp and tomato in it, it tasted delicious too.

After dinner, Xin Tang went to wash the dishes, Ying Huan stood at the door and watched for a while, Xin Tang couldn't ignore his burning eyes.

But in the end Ying Huan didn't do anything, only said that he had to deal with a few emails, went upstairs and turned right and the second room was their bedroom, and he didn't know when he would be back, so Xin Tang went to bed first when he was sleepy.

"it is good."

After Ying Huan left, Xin Tang suddenly realized, didn't Ying Huan say before, tell him why his chest hurts when he sees the knife at night?

But the person had already left, and he was in a hurry to go to work again, so Xin Tang had no choice but to suppress his doubts to the bottom of his heart.

I hope his bad memory doesn't completely forget about it from now on.

After Xin Tang cleaned up the kitchen, she nestled on the sofa in the living room and watched TV for a while. When the wall clock reached ten o'clock, she was ready to go back to sleep.

When he went upstairs, the door of the study was still closed, and there was a bright white light shining through the crack of the door, indicating that Ying Huan was still working.

I don't know when he will come back, the villa is really not that easy to live in.

Xin Tang pursed his lips, went back to the bedroom alone, found his size pajamas from the closet, and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

Unexpected and unreasonable, there is still no mirror here.

Water mist gradually filled the entire bathroom, and everything in front of him became hazy. Xin Tang raised his eyes and saw the white tiles not far away, and suddenly his eyes blurred, and he saw a mirror in a daze.

Xin Tang subconsciously touched the mirror, and the moment his fingers touched the tiles, it seemed that a curtain of water covering his eyes was lifted—he saw himself in the mirror.

He is tall and straight, with sharp-edged features and an unyielding vigor, but his eyes are blank and painful, as if the person in the mirror makes him feel strange.

A pair of bony hands suddenly embraced his waist, they were more than one shade whiter than him, and looked a little lewd|erotic.

The face that made him dizzy more than once was pressed against his ear, and he sighed softly while pecking and kissing: "I love you Tangtang very much, I love you..."

"Ho-"

Xin Tang took a deep breath, and unconsciously took several steps back, until his back touched the wall, he suddenly came to his senses, there was no mirror in front of him, it was clearly a tiled wall.

What did he just see?

Is it a flashback?Or his fantasy?

This little episode made Xin Tang a little uneasy, and hurriedly rinsed off the foam on his body, before the water had time to wipe it off, wrapped himself in pajamas and nestled in the bed.

How could he have that look in the mirror?

Hey, no, why did he start thinking about it again?

Xin Tang turned over abruptly, patted himself on the face and comforted him, "It's just an ambiguous picture, and it doesn't explain anything."

The curvature of the corners of Ying Huan's mouth didn't change a bit before, and he suddenly felt that Ying Huan's smile was scary. After all, he was just scaring himself.

Xin Tang tried his best to control the divergent thoughts, but he just couldn't help recalling that scene over and over again.

After tossing and turning several times, Xin Tang couldn't help but sat up, saw two books on the bedside table and dragged them over.

One is about mental illness, and the other is a collection of modern poetry. The former is full of experimental data and technical terms that Xin Tang cannot understand. It is more boring than the description on the toilet paper packaging bag. Xin Tang decisively switched to the collection of poetry.

After patiently flipping through for a while, he found a piece of paper sandwiched in the book. To be precise, it was a letter with Ying Huan's name written on the beginning and Xin Tang's signature on the end.

Judging from the quality of the paper, the letter should not be too old, but it is well preserved, and there is no curl at a corner.

The content of the letter is a handwritten poem (Note)

The first half is black font:

[As long as I'm alive, I'll call you my everything.

As long as my sincerity is immortal, I will feel you are around me, I will come to ask you for advice on anything, and I will dedicate my love to you at any time. ]

The second half is in red font:

[As long as I am alive, I will hide you forever.

Just a little bit of the shackles that bind me to your will remain, and my will is done in your life—and that shackle is my love. ]

The font is immature, and the structure is very casual. It doesn't look like you have practiced calligraphy, but the strokes are quite beautiful. Through the strokes, you can see the unruly spirit of the writer.

There is no doubt that this is his font. This letter was written to Ying Huan by him in high school.

Unexpectedly, he was the one who confessed to Ying Huan first, and it was still so early!

Still, why did he write the poem in two colors?