The night is as cold as water, and the temperature that I was accustomed to is now a bit uncomfortable.
Ying Lian was lying on the bed, the small bedside lamp was on, and the dim light shone on his fair face. He frowned, and there was fine 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 poured down on him... He was locked in a small room, and no one responded no matter how he called.
The picture was black and white, and his limbs were so cold that they felt like they were being pricked by needles.
My mother's face was blurred in my memory, but the knife-like voice was still in my ears.
The voice said, "Why are you so dirty? You wake up in a different woman's bed every day. You are so dirty... You can't get clean no matter how you wash it."
No, this was not said to him, but to whom?
Why, why lock him in the bathroom.
The scene changed, and several girls wearing school uniforms and makeup blocked his way.
The girl blinked ambiguously at him and pestered him with an artificial voice.
"My brother is so handsome, he must have many girlfriends, right? Do you mind having one more of me..."
"It's very exciting, don't you want to try it?"
The girls' faces began to twist, and they stretched out their hands towards him, trying to hold him.
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 with an unclear face hits him with something, and several pieces of pink paper fall to the ground.
Although he couldn't see the face clearly, Yinglian knew that it was his mother.
His mother pointed at his nose and cursed:
"You are just like your dad! They are disgusting things! You start fooling around with people at such a young age!"
"When I see your face, I want to tear it apart!"
"You guys look so much alike... you are both carved from the same mold and are all dirty..."
The mother sometimes cursed angrily, sometimes cried and begged.
"Why betray me...don't leave...please..."
"..."
Buzz——
The vibrating sound of the mobile phone wakes Ying Lian from his sleep at seven o'clock in the morning.
It was obviously a cold winter, but he was covered in sweat while sleeping.
Ying Lian sat up from the bed, covered his head with one hand, closed his eyes, and the fragmentary images in his dreams gradually faded away, but those in his memory became more and more profound.
He waited for a while before getting out of bed and entering the bathroom.
For as long as he can remember, his mother's mental state has not been good.
When he was calm, he would sit in a daze, but when he lost control, he would call him dirty, force him to take a bath like crazy, and lock him in the bathroom.
My father rarely came home, and whenever he did, the house would be filled with the sound of cursing and beating things.
As he grew older, his mother's mental state became worse and worse. She often regarded him as her father and spread 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 why her mother became like this was because her father kept cheating on her.
The other party also sent indecent photos to his home to provoke him, and his father even brought him home.
It's just that he has seen more than one.
Then one day, he suddenly received news that his father had been in a car accident.
People died.
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 as the warm water poured down from his head, he cleared his mind of things that he should have forgotten long ago.
None of that has anything to do with him...
It's not him, he is different from his father.
Of course, it's different from my mother. She has been betrayed, so why she still refuses to let go.
If you can't let go, at least make it impossible for the other person to leave you... in a physical sense.
After Ying Lian finished cleaning up, he glanced at his phone. There were only some irrelevant group chat messages, and the chat history with Mo Qin was still at noon yesterday.
Could it be that Mo Qin hasn't woken up yet?
Or is it just his dream last night...
When it was past ten o'clock, Ying couldn't help but ran over and knocked on the door, only to find that the person was not at home at all.
He looked at his phone and wanted to make a call but held back and just sent a message.
Ying Lian stared at his phone, looking at the message he sent, and nothing happened for a long time.
With a burst of anger, Yinglian turned off his phone, put it on the table and ignored it.
Just before noon, Ying Lian heard someone knocking on the door.
Mo Qin's body was filled with coldness. He had obviously just come back from outside, and his face was cold.
Most of Ying Lian's original anger dissipated in an instant. He pulled him into the house. The air conditioner was on and it was warm.
"Where did you go?"
"Go out and buy something." Mo Qin hung up his coat, "When did you change the incense in your house?"
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 more effective than the last one, and of course the smell is stronger than the previous one.
This was specially prepared by him.
Mo Qin seemed to just ask casually, but quickly changed the topic, and the two discussed going out to play together.
It has snowed all night, and now there is a thin layer of snow on the green belt outside.
There are only a few dating items, and there is nothing to worry about.
However, the two of them made an appointment to go to the ski resort next weekend.
Mo Qin kept his promise. From that day on, he never worked overtime again, nor did he take work home to do. He only ran out occasionally, not knowing what he was doing.
A few days later, Ying Lian came back from get off work for more than an hour late. He happened to meet Mo Qin downstairs who had come back from outside. She gave Ying Lian a small porcelain bottle stopper.
The small smooth cyan porcelain bottle looks just like the pill bottle in the TV series.
The bottle had residual warmth on it, and it had just been taken out of the pocket.
Ying Lian held the bottle, a little confused, "What is this?"
Mo Qin put his hands in his pockets for fear of freezing himself. Since the snow began, the temperature dropped sharply, reaching subzero.
"The soothing medicine, the incense at your home is used to soothe the nerves, right? That stuff can cause dependence after being used for a long time, so it's best to use it sparingly."
Ying Lian looked at Mo Qin blankly, silently asking how she knew.
Mo Qin looked disgusted: "The incense is too effective."
Staying at his house for a while every day made her feel lazy and made her feel sleepy all the time.
Ying Lian didn't feel anything at all, and he didn't know that the aromatherapy had such an effect.
Except for Mo Qin, no one has ever visited his house. Even if they did, most people would not directly say that the medicine is effective enough.
"What is this?"
The porcelain bottle contained pills the size of mung beans. They were pitch black and smelled fresh.
Mo Qin did not hide anything, "I made it, one pill a day. I don't say it will cure the disease, but it is definitely better than your aromatherapy."
It is more convenient now than before. The Chinese medicine shop has a complete range of medicinal materials, and the props for making medicine are also much richer than before, and renting them is no problem at all.
(End of chapter)
