The night was as cool as water, and the temperature that I was used to was now a little uncomfortable.
Ying Lian was lying on the bed, the small lamp at the head of the bed was on, the dim light shone on his fair face. He frowned, and there was a fine layer of cold sweat on his skin.
Half asleep and half awake, he seemed to see himself being dragged into the bathroom by his mother, with cold water splashing down on him... He was locked in a small room, and no one responded no matter how he called out.
The picture was in black and white, and his limbs were so cold that they felt like they were being pricked by needles.
My mother’s face is already blurry in my memory, but the knife-like voice is still ringing in my ears.
The voice said, "How can you be so dirty? You wake up in a different woman's bed every day. You are so dirty... No matter how much you wash, you can never be clean."
No, this is not said to him, who is it said to?
Why, why lock him in the bathroom.
The scene changed, and several girls who were not wearing their school uniforms properly and were wearing makeup blocked his way.
The girl winked at him ambiguously and pestered him in a pretentious voice.
"Brother is so handsome, he must have a lot of girlfriends, right? Do you mind if I become one of your girlfriends..."
"It's very exciting, don't you want to try it?"
The girls' faces began to twist and they reached out to him, trying to hold him back.
No, I don’t want to…it’s so dirty and disgusting.
He didn't.
In the faded scene, a woman in a white dress whose face could not be seen clearly threw something at him, and several pieces of pink paper fell to the ground.
Although he couldn't see her face clearly, Ying Lian knew that it was his mother.
His mother pointed at his nose and scolded him:
"You're just like your father! You're both disgusting! You're so young and you're already fooling around with people!"
"When I see your face, I want to tear it apart!"
"You two look so alike... cut from the same mold, both filthy..."
The mother sometimes cursed angrily, and sometimes cried and begged.
"Why did you betray me... Don't leave... Please..."
“…”
Buzz——
The sound of the vibrating cell phone woke Yinglian from his sleep at exactly seven in the morning.
It was a cold winter, but he slept in sweat.
Ying Lian sat up from the bed, covered his head with one hand, closed his eyes, and the fragmented scenes in his dream gradually faded away, but those in his memory became more and more profound.
He took a moment to relax before getting out of bed and going into the bathroom.
As far as he could remember, his mother's mental state had not been very good.
When she was calm, she would sit there in a daze; when she lost control, she would call him dirty, force him to take a shower like crazy, and lock him in the bathroom.
My father rarely came home, and when he did, the house would be filled with the sounds of cursing and throwing things.
Later, as he grew up, his mother's mental state became worse and worse. She often treated him as her father and took out all her resentment towards his father on him.
Because he is his father's son, he is as dirty as his father.
Because he looks like his father, his mother hates everything about him.
Later, Ying Lian realized that the reason his mother became like this was because of his father's endless infidelity.
The other party also sent obscene photos to the house as a provocation, and the father even brought the person home.
But he had seen more than one.
Then one day, he suddenly received the news that his father had been in a car accident.
The person is dead.
I heard that the accident happened on the way to the hotel with a woman after get off work.
Ying Lian closed his eyes, and warm water poured down from his head. He cleared his mind of the things that he should have forgotten long ago.
That has nothing to do with him...
Not him, he is different from his father.
Of course, it’s different from my mother. She has been betrayed, but why doesn’t she want to let go?
If you can't let go, at least make sure that the other person can never leave you again... in the physical sense.
After Ying Lian finished cleaning up, he glanced at his phone. There were only some unimportant group chat messages, and the chat history with Mo Qin was still stuck at noon yesterday.
Could it be that Mo Qin hasn't woken up yet?
Or was what happened last night just a dream...
When it was past ten o'clock, Ying Lian couldn't help but ran over and knocked on the door, only to find that no one was at home.
He looked at his phone, wanting to make a call but holding back, he just sent a message.
Ying Lian stared at his phone, looking at the message he had sent, and there was no movement for a long time.
With a feeling of anger, Ying Lian turned off his phone, put it upside down on the table and ignored it.
It was almost noon when Ying Lian heard someone knocking on the door.
Mo Qin had a cold air about her, obviously having just returned from outside, and her little face was icy.
Ying Lian's original anger disappeared in an instant. He pulled the person into the house. The room was air-conditioned and warm.
"Where have you been?"
"Going out to buy something." Mo Qin hung up her coat. "When did you change the incense in your room?"
She noticed last night that the smell in the house was different from before.
"Huh? I changed it yesterday."
It has the same calming effect as before, but this time it is better than the last one, and of course the smell is a little stronger than the previous one.
He specially asked someone to prepare this.
Mo Qin seemed to be asking casually, and soon changed the subject. The two of them discussed going out to play together.
It had been snowing all night, and now there was a thin layer of snow on the green belt outside.
There are only a few things to do in a date, so there's nothing to worry about.
Instead, the two of them made an appointment to go to the ski resort next weekend.
Mo Qin kept her word. From that day on, she never worked overtime or brought work home. She only went out occasionally, and no one knew what she did.
A few days later, Ying Lian came home more than an hour late from get off work and happened to meet Mo Qin who had just returned from outside downstairs. She took out a small porcelain bottle and handed it to Ying Lian.
The small, smooth green porcelain bottle looks just like the bottle used to hold pills in TV dramas.
The bottle was still warm, having just been taken out of his pocket.
Ying Lian pinched the bottle, a little confused, "What is this?"
Mo Qin put his hands in his pockets, afraid of getting cold. Since the snow started, the temperature has plummeted to below zero.
"Sedative. The incense in your house is for calming the nerves, right? It can be addictive if used for a long time, so it's best to use it sparingly."
Ying Lian looked at Mo Qin blankly, silently asking her how she knew.
Mo Qin looked disgusted: "That incense is too potent."
After staying at his house for a while every day, she felt lazy and sleepy all the time.
Ying Lian didn't feel anything at all, and didn't know that aromatherapy had such an effect.
Apart from Moqin, no one has ever visited his house. Even if someone has, most people would not say that the medicine is effective after smelling it.
"What is this?"
The porcelain bottle contained green bean-sized pills, which were pitch black in color but smelled fresh.
Mo Qin didn't hide it. "I made this. Take one pill a day. It won't cure the disease, but it's definitely better than your aromatherapy."
It is more convenient now than before. The Chinese medicine shops have a full range of medicinal materials, and the props for making medicine are much richer than before, and renting is not a problem at all.
(End of this chapter)
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