Chapter 216 Evil Spirit 12
—You saw it all this morning, didn’t you?
As soon as Zhang Yanhui finished speaking, Jiang Chunmian felt her eyes were a little dizzy. She blinked and tried to focus on Zhang Yanhui's lips moving while he was speaking. When she opened her eyes again, the scene in front of her had completely changed.
The photo I saw during the day was enlarged and hung on the wall. The boy showed his exquisite and beautiful chest and slender white legs, with dark and bright eyes. Unlike the perfunctory and cold smile on the boy's lips in the photo taken during the day, the photo in front of me now showed the boy with a charming smile on his lips, and his lips were bright red, like a flower blooming in spring.
Jiang Chunmian was so shocked that she was speechless. She turned her head slightly and saw a huge portrait hanging where the window should have been. She turned around again and looked across. There was still a huge portrait. The boy in the photo was vivid, with his hair so delicate that it even swayed in the breeze.
Beautiful portraits are certainly attractive, but facing the same portraits hanging all around, the scene is terrifying and weird. But strangely, Jiang Chunmian was only surprised for a moment at first, and then she calmed down. She did not feel any malice in those portraits, but instead sensed a strange emotion through the boy's clear eyes.
She clutched the quilt, confused about the situation. She whispered Zhang Yanhui's name, and then the young man in the portrait in front of her responded, tearing the thin paper, and the scraps fell to the ground. His bare feet stepped on the ground, his delicate and round toes curled up. The ground was cold, and his shoulders hunched slightly. As he moved, the white cloth hanging on his hips fell...
Jiang Chunmian covered his eyes and shouted.
"Bang--"
She fell under the bed and was caught by Zhang Yanhui.
Zhang Yan replied: "Did you bump into anything?"
Jiang Chunmian tensed her nerves and quietly opened her eyes a little. She first saw Zhang Yanhui's worried face, and then slowly moved down to his collar and put on his clothes. She breathed a sigh of relief, thanked him, left his arms, and sat cross-legged on the ground.
"I just... never mind, I think I was dazzled."
Jiang Chunmian didn't want to recall the past and covered his burning cheeks with his hands.
"Oh." Zhang Yanhui didn't ask any more questions. He leaned back against the bed and sat side by side with Jiang Chunmian.
Evil spirits are the best at controlling people's hearts. Evil spirits, which are formed by resentment, instinctively want to play with everything around them. Once they capture people's emotional fluctuations, they will unknowingly amplify those emotions such as fear, obsession, resentment, etc., making others become slaves to their emotions without realizing it.
However, the evil spirit was also the most emotional creature. When it touched Jiang Chunmian's emotional fluctuations, he was unconsciously affected, eager to intensify these emotional fluctuations, in order to respond to the subtle and inexplicable excitement he felt...
Following his instinct, he saw the illusion he had unintentionally created, and inevitably blushed. He wanted to stop the illusion immediately, but a fierce voice in his heart was shouting -
That's you.
That's what you've always wanted to do.
What are you pretending?
Follow your heart, Zhang Yanhui.
His true intention...
The feeling of the illusion was what he felt. He tore off the thin paper in front of him and revealed his naked body. It was different from the time when he was forced to be a model due to life. At that time, he had no emotions. Even if he was stared at by more than a dozen pairs of eyes in the studio, he didn't care. At this moment, just facing Jiang Chunmian, he felt short of breath. At the same time, the heart that had been silent for a long time was beating wildly in the illusion, as if it wanted to break through the constraints of flesh and jump into Jiang Chunmian's arms.
He stepped on the ground, not even knowing what to do. He just followed Jiang Chunmian's call, walked to her side, sat beside her, took her hand, and comforted her anxiety and fear caused by the darkness...
The cotton towel that was covering him fell off, but Zhang Yanhui ignored it and continued to walk towards the stunned Jiang Chunmian, until a startled cry broke the illusion -
At the same time, it shattered his illusory delusion.
Zhang Yan turned his head and looked at Jiang Chunmian, his dark and lustrous eyes revealing a hint of pain and hesitation.
The palms of his outstretched hands were as white as paper. He secretly hid his pale complexion, rubbing his hands together until they turned red before he dared to show them.
Jiang Chunmian prepared herself mentally. In fact, when she saw those photos during the break, she couldn't take her eyes off them. However, something strange happened to her classmates, and her astonishment was forced to die before she could vent. Now, following Zhang Yanhui's words, she recalled her previous emotions...
It’s normal to have hallucinations! It’s normal! She was screaming madly in her heart, unwilling to admit that she was an indecent person. She kept hinting that Zhang Yanhui was too beautiful. People with normal aesthetic tastes would be temporarily bewitched by those photos. This is all normal. After preparing herself mentally, she dared to look at Zhang Yanhui.
"...Well, um, I was dazzled just now, and the things that happened during the day came back to me. I didn't notice and rolled down there. It's no big deal...Haha." Jiang Chunmian explained his behavior just now, thinking that he had let the matter go.
"I'm glad you didn't get hit." Zhang Yan looked back.
"No, I'm fine. You're here to catch me."
The two of them sat quietly. Jiang Chunmian wanted to say something to break the current awkward situation. In fact, she felt embarrassed herself. After all, she had just imagined the erotic scenes of the people around her, and she felt a little guilty.
She grabbed her drooping hair and said, "Actually, it's not all bad if they go crazy. Ah, what I mean is, if they go crazy, they won't talk about those rumors anymore..."
The more I think about it, the more this is the case. If the classmates were not crazy, the rumors about Zhang Yanhui would become more and more outrageous. There is also the hateful Fang Zhengxiang behind the scenes. Even if some people think it is fake, who would dare to stand up to defend Zhang Yanhui?
She selfishly thought that she was closer to Zhang Yanhui and hoped that Zhang Yanhui would have a better life. The other classmates falling into unknown madness would at most cause a sigh for a moment, but would not stir up any waves in their hearts.
She thought her attention had been diverted successfully, and she could no longer recall that erotic scene. She patted Zhang Yanhui's shoulder and said with a smile, "If I think that way, I won't be afraid! You said Fang Zhengxiang is crazy too, and that's just right. Evil will be punished, and I won't bother you again in the future."
What surprised Jiang Chunmian was that Zhang Yanhui did not respond to her as usual. In Jiang Chunmian's heart, he was a very shy and kind person, and a friend worthy of trust and reliance. His silence made Jiang Chunmian feel uneasy. She knelt up, lowered her head, and observed Zhang Yanhui's expression from bottom to top.
"What's wrong with you?" Jiang Chunmian blinked, unable to see Zhang Yanhui's face clearly. His dark hair hung down, and the dim environment perfectly obscured Zhang Yanhui's face.
When he raised his head and looked at Jiang Chunmian, he found that his eyes were filled with tears. Crystal tears rolled down his cheeks, one after another, gathered at his chin and fell to his neck.
Those eyes were filled with panic and helplessness.
It's like experiencing a huge nightmare.
Jiang Chunmian was at a loss, and anxiously comforted her: "Why are you crying all of a sudden... Did I say something wrong? You, you should stop crying, no, that's not what I meant, why are you crying..."
She had no experience in coaxing people. Although she felt empathy and heartache when seeing Zhang Yanhui's tears, she could not say anything nice. She could only pace around him anxiously.
"You have to tell me that two people are better than one."
Zhang Yanhui's body swayed a little, and he moved forward and leaned on Jiang Chunmian's shoulder.
Tears immediately soaked her clothes.
Jiang Chunmian fell silent, his cheek being rubbed by black hair. The delicate and soft black hair actually had a faint coolness. The heavy rain came again without anyone noticing, hitting the glass windows, making a crackling sound.
During the few days he spent with Zhang Yanhui, no matter how much bullying and insults he experienced, he never showed his vulnerable side. Jiang Chunmian thought he was a very strong person, until tonight, when he saw his tears without any preparation.
She felt her heart skip a beat.
"Jiang Chunmian." Zhang Yanhui's muffled voice came.
Jiang Chunmian: "Well, what's wrong?"
Zhang Yanhui raised her head slightly, her eyelashes wet with tears, sticking together, looking pitiful and fragile, "I got your clothes wet."
Jiang Chunmian raised his lips and said, "It's okay! I'll lend you my shoulder."
Zhang Yanhui's lips curled up unconsciously. Tears were still flowing, but there was a smile in his eyes. "I was just thinking, if Fang Zhengxiang wasn't here, my life would be normal, I would study hard, prepare for the exam, and then I could move towards my dream step by step...but..."
"No buts!" Jiang Chunmian interrupted him, "That's all in the past. The college entrance exam is still a few months away. It's not too late to work hard now. Besides, your grades are not bad. Don't let him affect you."
Zhang Yanhui stared at Jiang Chunmian intently. Even though she didn't know what she had experienced, even though she didn't know that her life had been ruined for various reasons, completely ruined, and even her life had disappeared from the world, she felt comforted just by hearing her words.
Heartfelt joy and trembling.
Tears continued to flow due to pent-up sadness, but the corners of his mouth were raised high, and two torn emotions were revealed on his face. He lowered his head slightly and moved closer to Jiang Chunmian's shoulder.
Jiang Chunmian was stunned for a moment, then leaned over and put his hands on his waist, forming an intimate and pure hug.
"If you feel sad, just cry." Jiang Chunmian racked his brains and said, feeling that it was very appropriate: "Tomorrow will be a brand new day when you wake up!"
Zhang Yanhui arched his back and rubbed himself further into her arms: "Well, thank you Jiang Chunmian."
He took a deep breath of the scent that belonged only to Jiang Chunmian. It was a strange smell, yet it was familiar to him because of their time together. It was a smell he had never smelled before, and it was something he was unwilling to let go of at this moment.
The dead heart imitated the sound it made in life, boom, boom, boom, beating steadily in the silent night.
Until the sound of steady breathing was heard, Zhang Yanhui moved his stiff limbs, leaned back on the edge of the bed, changed his position, let Jiang Chunmian lean on his arms, and pulled down the quilt to cover her.
His bright black eyes stared at the girl's sleeping face without blinking, as if he could never see enough of it. From time to time, he reached out his hand, touched the drooping hair, and tucked it behind her ears.
"Jiang Chunmian."
In the darkness, the boy's voice was as soft as drizzle.
"...I want to be with you forever, okay?"
In response to him, Jiang Chunmian murmured unconsciously in his deep sleep.
After a moment of silence, Zhang Yanhui's pupils enlarged infinitely in the darkness until they submerged the whites of his eyes. His dark black eyeballs were like two empty passages, leading directly to his most secret and evil heart.
That is a heart formed by accumulated resentment.
The evil spirit, born out of resentment and seeking revenge, felt a throbbing beside her that he had never experienced in his life.
He tightened his fingers, not daring to touch hers. He just pinched the edge of the quilt, as if he could touch her in this way. "Don't be afraid of me, don't be afraid of me... Jiang Chunmian, if only I were still alive..."
A soft sigh was drowned in the dark night.
Outside the window, heavy rain was pouring down.
The sound of the rain creates a peaceful sleeping environment.
Zhang Yanhui sat quietly on the edge of the bed, holding the girl in his arms, his eyelashes still fixed, looking at her until dawn.
…
Have a good night's sleep.
Jiang Chunmian woke up in bed.
Zhang Yanhui handed her the newly bought toiletries.
Jiang Chunmian asked in surprise: "What time did you wake up? Did you just buy it?"
"The supermarket is nearby, not far away." Zhang Yanhui said, "Do you want to eat anything in the morning?" He began to list the breakfast spots nearby.
"Do you usually buy food?"
“Occasionally, more often when I do it myself.”
Jiang Chunmian lifted the quilt and opened the curtain. The coffee table was still blocking the door, leaving only enough space for one person to pass through. It seemed that he was afraid that the sound of dragging the coffee table would wake her up in the morning, so he didn't put it back in its original position.
She put on her shoes and said, "I'll eat whatever you eat in the morning. I won't skip anything."
Zhang Yan returned to the kitchen and Jiang Chunmian pushed the coffee table back to its original position.
After washing up, I stood in the kitchen waiting for the dishes to be served. The breakfast was simple, omelet and tomato noodles.
"You cook deliciously! I can't eat my own cooking anymore. The steps are simple, but the taste is so different from yours. I want to eat your food every day." Jiang Chunmian praised.
Zhang Yan replied: "Then I will do it for you every day from now on."
Jiang Chunmian: "I just said it casually. How can I ask you to serve me all day long?" She didn't take it seriously and ate happily.
Zhang Yanhui on the opposite side pursed his lips and swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth.
After eating and drinking, the two packed their bags and went to school.
When she came back yesterday, she ran all the way. She didn't feel tired at that time because someone was chasing her. Jiang Chunmian's bicycle was left at school, so she could only ask Zhang Yanhui to ride her bicycle.
"Don't you ride a bicycle to school? Why is there so much dust on the bicycle?" Jiang Chunmian wiped it casually, and the tips of his fingers turned gray.
Zhang Yanhui was slightly stunned, and continued to pour water with the basin, then wiped it clean with a rag and explained: "...This is old."
To be precise, this was the tool he used when he was alive. After he died, the bicycle was piled in a corner and no longer used.
During the time when he was affected by resentment and had no recollection of the past, he stayed in school every day, experiencing the persecution he had suffered in his lifetime. He did not go home and had no time to wash his bicycle.
Jiang Chunmian didn't ask any more questions. Zhang Yanhui quickly wiped the bicycle and took her there.
When passing by the police station, Jiang Chunmian patted Zhang Yanhui on the back and said, "Stop!"
The bicycle stopped.
Jiang Chunmian walked to the door of the police station and saw no one. He blocked the sunlight and looked into the guard room, but there was no one inside either.
"I've been trying to get through to the police station these past few days, but I can't get through. Is there no one here anymore? Why is it so strange? Could they be affected too?"
Zhang Yan replied: "Maybe."
He doesn't understand either.
When he was alive, the police station in Epiphyllum Town was full of hypocritical people. Later, resentment grew, and the situation here was not much better than that in school.
Sure enough, after a while, a sneaky man walked out of the yard, dragging a sack.
With a panicked look on his face, he completely failed to notice the two people standing at the door. Jiang Chunmian covered his mouth and ran back to the back seat of the car. He patted Zhang Yanhui and whispered, "Let's go! That man killed someone. Don't let him see..."
Arrived at a safe place.
Jiang Chunmian finally let out a long sigh: "Zhang Yanhui, should we still go to school? What if the people in school are like this..."
Zhang Yanhui said firmly: "No."
"How can you be so sure?"
Zhang Yanhui pursed her lips and said nothing.
Influenced by him, the school has been repeating his past experiences every day. Today it happened to be the last incident. At that time, he was isolated and helpless. Now he has Jiang Chunmian by his side. He urgently wants to know, what would the situation be like if Jiang Chunmian was there at that time?
Therefore, he never lifted the curse on the school.
"Let's go to the school and check. If it's safe, then everything's fine. If there's something wrong, we'll leave immediately."
Jiang Chunmian grabbed his clothes and nodded: "Okay. My schoolbag is still at school. It's full of notes. It's better to bring it back."
Zhang Yan replied, "Then let's go to school."
"Okay, I've got a good hold."
The situation at the school was much better than at the police station, as if it had not been affected by yesterday. Except for some of the crazy students who disappeared, the rest were injured and greeted Jiang Chunmian as if nothing had happened.
But they all looked confused or contemptuous at Zhang Yanhui who was passing by.
Jiang Chunmian didn't dare sit alone at the back, so he persuaded Zhang Yanhui to sit next to him: "Since things have become abnormal, no one will notice if we change seats casually, right? We should sit together so that we won't be separated when we escape."
Zhang Yan replied: "Okay."
He moved his desk next to hers, and the two of them sat arm in arm, studying for a while. At noon after school, the math teacher called Zhang Yan back to the office.
Jiang Chunmian propped up his head and said, "I'll wait for you."
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