The moon shadow sways, the tree shadows move, half covering the window lattice and half suppressing the dream.
The girl lying on the bed was not sleeping well.
She dreamed that her mother was crying, but when she saw her younger self coming in, she forced a smile and gently asked her if she was hungry.
I dreamed that my father didn’t shed a single tear at my mother’s funeral, and he indifferently burned all her paintings.
The world was twisted, and the shadows around her were noisy and overlapping. She dreamed that her brother and father gave her a knife and forced her to stab it into Baru's heart.
…
She had been having such bizarre dreams for half a year. She would wake up in the middle of the night every day and then sit alone until dawn.
I looked at the time on the bedside night light, it was one o'clock in the morning.
Why did you wake up earlier than usual today?
Nanxi took a few deep breaths, pushed back the quilt, and without turning on the light, went straight to the refrigerator outside to get a glass of iced American coffee. She walked into the bedroom with a straw in her mouth, wanting to watch some soap opera until she fell asleep naturally, just like she usually did.
"ah--"
As soon as the bedroom door was opened, a tall figure stood by the window, like a ghost. She was so scared that she screamed and the drink in her hand fell to the ground.
Snap!
The bedside lamp was turned on, and the dim yellow light dispelled the darkness of the night.
"What are you yelling about?" Baru had a wicked smile on his face. He walked to the edge of the bed with a gangster-like manner, took out a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth.
Nanxi's chest heaved violently, and the blood in his body was rushed by his violently beating heart.
Before the flame of the lighter touched the cigarette butt, the cigarette in his mouth was snatched away by someone. The sweet and cold fragrance that was like a dream every night floated into his senses unexpectedly, arousing his heart.
"You are not allowed to smoke in my bedroom." The girl frowned and threw the cigarette into the trash can.
Balu looked up at her, touched his cheek with the tip of his tongue, and his eyes seemed to be smiling, but not quite.
"Nan Xiaoxi," Baru's Adam's apple rolled for a few seconds before he spoke with difficulty, "Give me drugs, huh?"
The girl was still in shock, but when she saw the man's handsome face, which looked as if it had been carved by a knife or an axe, she felt a little strange in her heart.
He had become darker and stronger, with an aura somewhere between that of a teenager and a man, a bit more fierce than before, but the arrogance and evil in his eyes remained the same.
Nanxi wanted to retreat, but just as she took a step back, she was pulled into his hard chest. "Explain."
"This is the twelfth floor. How did you get in?"
Nanxi calmed herself down and didn't answer his question, but asked what she wanted to ask.
"I climbed up." Like a drug addict, Balu lowered his head and greedily sucked the body fragrance that he had long been addicted to on her neck, and a muffled voice came out from his throat.
"What?" Nan Xirun's eyes widened. "Climbed... climbed up? Are you trying to kill yourself... Ouch, stop sniffing. Are you born in the year of the dog?"
She pushed his head away with her small hands and lowered her head to check the man's hand.
Balu let her smooth fingers slide on his big palm covered with thick calluses, and his whole heart was moved. At this moment, he shook hands with all the hatred he had felt for the past six months, leaving only the love that was so strong that it could not be diluted.
Nanxi looked at the two deep wounds on his palms that were visible to the bone, bit her lip, said nothing, and wanted to get up.
"Don't go, Nan Xiaoxi, let me hold you for a while." His hands around the girl's waist were like chains, and Nanxi was strangled to the point of suffocation.
"Let go, I'll get the medicine box."
“It doesn’t hurt!”
"Are you going to let go or not? If not, get out." The girl's tone was filled with anger.
Only then did Balu let go and sat obediently on the bed, his eyes always glued to her.
Disinfect with iodine, sprinkle with white medicine, and then carefully bandage the wound with gauze.
Balu never knew that his delicate young lady, who had to put socks in front of her in the morning, had actually learned how to bandage wounds and was so gentle.
The tough guy Balu looked at the rough and cracked back of his hand, which was carefully tied with a bow and covered with thick hand cream, and he dared not say anything.
"Why did you come to China?" Nanxi put her things away, sat on the sofa beside the bed, and looked up to ask the person opposite her.
"Is there any need to ask? Wherever my wife is, I will be there." The man's eyes were filled with grievance.
"Nan Xiaoxi, I'm not dead yet. What do you mean by being husband and wife for only one day? Huh? You slept with me and then drugged me. You're really something." He stepped and sat on the sofa, and wrapped his arms around her, burying his head in her neck again.
"How did you find me?" Nanxi was puzzled. He had changed schools and even changed his name to Nanluan. He didn't move to the old house. How did he, a Burmese, find this place?
Baru didn't say anything, just hugged her and kissed her.
"Speak up, don't pretend to be deaf." She pulled his ears habitually.
"An old man was kidnapped at the Nan family's old house and asked this question." Balu said reluctantly.
"Old...old man?" Where did this old man come from? Even the security guards at the gate were retired veterans from my grandfather's former guard company, not to mention the security guards at the old house, who were all retired soldiers hired by my father's security company. Where did this old man come from for him to tie up?
Nanxi's heart was pounding.
"What...what kind of old man?"
"Your man is here, why do you keep asking an old man questions? Xixi, do you miss me?" His restless hands had already lifted up her suspender nightgown and touched her thighs.
"Oh... I hate it... Stop going crazy and tell me what that old man looks like."
"It's just an ordinary old man. How can a flower grow out of him?" Balu said as he touched things around, a little dissatisfied with her asking questions.
"Hurry up and tell me, hurry up and tell me." The girl was anxious and slapped the man's chest like a furious cat.
"Okay, okay, I'll tell you. Let me touch you twice and I'll tell you." He put his hand into her suspenders with a wicked smile and said in a gangster tone,
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