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, Washing, making tea, eating, cleaning the carpet, cleaning the closet, dragged on like this, and read each article carefully, but after reading all the content, it was still a long time since Yan Zheng came next time.

Yan Zheng closed the door and hung up the huge dial again.

The pointers are sharp, and the angles formed between them are constantly changing.The time spent walking around gave Shi Fangman a weird sense of security. He took the magazine from Yan Zheng and glanced at it quickly.

2x19 September 3.

Yan Zheng is changing flowers again, still forget-me-nots, this time it is yellow, like many small sunflowers clustered together, although it has no smell, but seeing it will remind people of the warmth of the sun.

He sat down against the edge of the bed and asked in a low voice.

"Okay."

The young man's eyebrows were crooked, and there was a hint of shyness between the elegant and handsome eyebrows. With a soft tone, he coaxed: "Brother, you can talk about anything you want."

What else can we talk about?

The person who listens to you has a good skin, beautiful but not glamorous, beautiful but not coquettish, and speaks like a spring breeze blowing on his face. They are all nice words and affectionate, but what's the use?

Talk casually, talk about the teachers in the school, talk about the children in the class, and talk about the emotional stories of love and resentment in magazines.

Just don't talk about yourself.

Yan Zheng played the role of an excellent listener, asking some details from time to time, using many interrogative sentences to arouse Shi Fangman's deeper memories, and using many instructive, emotionally biased words or sentences to attract his attention.

He seems to have a lot of sympathy with the content of the chat. He can understand what you say, and what you mean is in his next sentence. His one-sided viewpoint coincides with yours. Nervously worried, his compliment on one thing makes you smile.

When he put aside the filter of a child worthy of care and distress, Shi Fangman discovered that besides that, he turned out to be such a little lunatic with his own scheming, good at deceiving, and habitually manipulating other people's emotions.

He wants to make Shi Fangman happy, so even if the means are deliberately shocking, after a chat, he can still achieve his goal.

At the end of the passage, he stopped, staring at the center of the pointer, the cold machine, but to him, it was also a yellow sun.

"Next time, I want to hear my brother talk about his affairs, okay?"

Turning his back, the tall young man leaned against the door, his eyes were clear, and he pleaded pitifully.

But his hanging palm was resting on the lower edge of the clock, faintly threatening.

Shi Fang nodded silently.

He let go of the sun, closed the door and left.

With the concept of time, he finally found the fulcrum of life, and all behaviors can be regularized.Although it was still the exact same nausea-inducing food, and it was still the same two books that could be read through in half an hour, his life was not so unbearable.

When he came this time, Yan Zheng brought sweet and sour strawberry cake and hot curry beef rice. These two common delicacies suddenly appeared here, which shocked people for a while.

Shi Fangman sat up silently, resisting the strong desire to take a bite, and carried it on his back.

This is not what he needs. Yan Zheng brought them here, is it a reward for his obedience last time?

As long as you think about this layer, the feeling of being trained like a beast is even stronger.

The two behaviors of Yan Zheng taking away the clock and keeping it in the last two times have proved that he is training Shi Fangman, just like treating a beast in a circus. An order, if you can’t do it, you will be punished, do it. Reward when it arrives.

Even if he is a mature human being with independent thinking, as long as he is trained as the most common animal, he may compromise like a dog, a tiger, or a lion.

In this room, Shi Fangman can't bear the boring to crazy life brought by uncompromising, but he must deliberately control the limit of compromise, once the valve is released, completely obey that person, completely rely on That person, such consequences would make him feel unimaginable.

Yan Zheng began to sit at the table and enjoy the food, and begged Shi Fangman to talk to him about himself as he promised last time.

"I want to know everything about my brother's life, even the smallest things..."

"Because it is also a part of your life, it becomes important."

"I want to hear from you."

He couldn't understand the strange thinking of this lunatic, and hated him sitting in front of him feasting, so he deliberately repeated several similar small things over and over again.

The hour hand walked in a circle, just a simple trifle repeated countless times, and the speaker was so bored that he couldn't bear it, so he ended dryly and pursed his lips.

"Brother, do you want to eat?"

He looked away and shook his head slightly.

Yan Zheng pondered for a moment, then smiled and said: "...then let's sleep."

Shi Fangman clenched his palms tightly, took a sip of tea, and replied as calmly as possible: "I'm not sleepy yet."

"But I'm sleepy, I want my brother to sleep with me..."

He stood up from the chair, and the shadow of his body easily enveloped Shi Fangman. He was tall, young, strong, and full of strength. Compared with everything, Shi Fangman completely lost, let alone heaviness. The chains that imprisoned his limbs made it impossible for him to even shake off his limbs freely and walk outside.

At this time, spring has arrived, and the flowers outside are blooming, but the fragrance of flowers cannot be smelled in the house.

There is only a small bunch of flowers that have withered long ago, different colors, more or less, just calling forget-me-nots over and over again.

"I dont want to sleep."

"Then eat something?"

Shi Fangman held a hot cup of tea, staring down at the leaves sinking in the blue tea water: "I... don't want to eat it."

"Then sleep."

"Then you go out..."

"I want to sleep with my brother."

Shi Fang didn't understand why he was so persistent, and asked cautiously: "If I eat, will you leave?"

"I promise."

"I'll leave when brother sleeps."

He swallowed his saliva, put the bitter tea aside, and quietly unwrapped the strawberry cake.

A mouthful of sweet and sour, mellow cream and fresh strawberry juice.

Yan Zheng was in a good mood humming a song whose lyrics he couldn't understand, and put the warm curry beef rice back into the microwave to heat it up. A few minutes later, the room was filled with a rich and spicy curry smell. The rice is distinct, and the curry soup is the most attractive bright yellow color.

The carrots and potatoes are stewed soft, the spicy beef brisket and the chewy tendon are all familiar tastes, Shi Fangman dare not eat too fast, each bite stays in the mouth for a long time before swallowing it reluctantly .

He thought, maybe this is why Yan Zheng insisted on forcing him to eat this meal.

Because, this is his own craft.

21:13:54

strangle marks

In a situation where no one can communicate for a long, long time, if there is someone who is willing to listen to you seriously, no matter what he says, he will respond, so even if you know that you are happy because of this, you are like a fool who fell into a trap, and you are full of time. I also talked more and more unconsciously.

After more than a week of relatively peaceful days, when the number of chats increased, Shi Fangman also softened from the initial resistance.

But he never gave up his vigilance against Yan Zheng. The coercion on the grassland and the captivity this time made him finally realize that Yan Zheng is a lunatic who won't let go of his target.

He was waiting for that little madman to brew a new storm.

And this day came sooner than expected. Yan Zheng didn't wait for a full month. On March 3, when he brought a new issue of the magazine, he didn't stay, and left in a hurry after sitting for a while.

Shi Fangman swallowed the sweet egg tart that was delivered this time, sorted out the accumulated magazines in order, and slowly flipped back from the first issue.

Sitting on the table until it was close to eleven o'clock, he spread out the last issue, carefully read the first story of this issue word by word, then closed the book, washed and went to bed.

All the light switches are on the bedside, except for the one at the entrance of the passage, which illuminates the huge round clock.

It was dark, the room was quiet, and voices came from outside the window.

The person on the bed was breathing steadily, and soon fell into sleep. The sleeping position was tilted to one side, the body was arched, and the hands and feet were curled up.

Yan Zheng pushed open the heavy door, and there was a sound of "bang", like thunder exploding in the silent room, but it didn't make the person on the bed move at all.

He approached the darkness from the light at the door, bent down, walked around the man's sleeping face, tapped his slender fingers, and turned on all the lights.

Under the bright and bright artificial lights, Yan Zheng held the man's wrist. The inner side of the lock ring was wrapped with thick lambskin. It did not leave any obvious scars on the skin for such a long time, but the color of the skin around it was still the same. They are different from those around them. Although they are all the same white, they have a cool gray color like inorganic matter.

He gently kissed the blue blood vessels with his warm lips.

Carefully paying attention to the man's face, amidst the sound of steady and gentle breathing, the sound of the key hitting the iron was crisp and clear, and the chain that was firmly imprisoning Shi Fangman was opened for the first time when he was not aware of it.

A chain that was only about ten centimeters thick and as thick as a finger was poured out of his backpack, fastened to the inside of the two lock rings on his wrist, and then locked again with a key.

The same chain was fastened between the feet.

Because of Shi Fangman's sleeping position, he didn't notice anything wrong.Like at the very beginning, in Mama Wen