This is a new cage.
The room upstairs is made of light green glass, and the night wind blows in, seeming to wrinkle the spring water.
Her whole body felt like she was soaking in a mint-flavored cocktail, because she didn't turn on the lights all day long and stayed in this room with green glass.
Zhang Hanju wore a beige silk suspender belt. She couldn't remember how she put on this dress. She only remembered that she put it on when she woke up after dreaming.
She closed her eyes and opened them again.
Open your eyes and close them again.
Repeating this action all day long is more boring than a goldfish.
My fingers slid on the green glass. It was hot in the summer and the air conditioner in the room was turned on at full speed.
The window sill was extended, and there was a small platform with a wicker chair.
She vaguely remembered that the wicker chair made her back hurt, but she couldn't remember when she lay on it and when she got up again.
She could distinguish between dreams and reality in the game, but after coming out, it was strange that in the real world, she couldn't tell the difference.
Which is more absurd, the game or the real world? Zhang Hanju couldn't figure out the answer for a while.
But every time she was relaxed for a moment, in a gap, when she was about to breathe a sigh of relief, a needle pierced her heart. The pain was so painful that she couldn't breathe. Tears immediately filled her eyes, and her clean hands The last moment he took out a knife stained with blood.
She lay on the ground and turned her head, as if An Shuang was lying next to her.
This made her feel more at ease, lying with her body, imagining that she was still alive and still beside her.
Zhong Xingfeng drank a glass of boiled water downstairs before going upstairs. It was too hot, so he took a bath, got out of the shower room, and asked the people in the house, "How is she today?"
The helper said, "I eat three meals a day normally, but I just don't talk."
"Don't talk for a day?"
"Well, I didn't hear her speak from morning till night."
"What is she doing at home?"
"It seemed like she was sleeping, but she was lying on the ground sleeping."
Zhong Xingfeng said "I understand" and went upstairs.
When I opened the door, I saw a small person lying in the corner by the glass window, curled up, as if he was asleep.
He came closer and touched her arm. There was no fever. "Why don't you go back to bed?"
Zhang Hanju had goosebumps where he touched her, and she wanted to use a knife to chop off the finger he just extended.
She didn't want to talk to him.
But there was no way, as long as he asked her to say it, she had to say it.
She could only be manipulated by him like a doll, sitting cross-legged in front of him.
There is a Jade Guanyin in this room, which seems to be from a long time ago.
Zhang Hanju originally wanted to break it and destroy the furnishings in the room, but if he told her to be honest, she wouldn't be able to move anything.
She was like a figurine he placed in this house.
Zhong Xingfeng said, "We dealt with some trouble today, but there will be no more trouble in the future."
She had forgotten how long she had been here.
"Talk," he said. It seemed like an instruction.
"What's the trouble?" Zhang Hanju asked him.
"Is that considered concern?"
"may be."
"Thanks."
"You're welcome." Zhang Hanju didn't look into his eyes.
“It is polite to look people in the eyes when you speak.”
Zhang Hanju raised his eyes from the ground and looked at him.
"You haven't told me what the trouble is."
"You killed someone, of course I have to deal with it for you."
Zhang Hanju pursed his lips tightly and said nothing.
He knew that she hated him for instructing her to kill An Shuang, but he insisted on killing her and punishing her.
"What do you want for dinner tonight?" He rubbed her head like a cat's belly.
She bit her lip tightly and refused to make a sound, refusing to say a word to him, as if she was expressing her resentment in this way.
Zhong Xingfeng didn't get used to her patience, so he walked straight in without making any preparation, insisting that she make some noise. He could obviously do the same thing again, control her behavior, and make her submissive, but he still missed her stubbornness. , it would be meaningless to completely admit defeat.
She looked into his eyes, hoping to see some kindness in them, but she was disappointed, there was none in these eyes.
When he pulled away, she was still lying there. The biggest difference between the puppet and her was that she had warmth.
Zhong Xingfeng wanted to go downstairs directly, but after getting dressed, he lay next to her again, lying on the hard floor with her.
She looked at the green glass, and he also looked over, wondering what was so good about that glass.
But then I remembered that she had said before that when she got a house in the future, she must install green glass. It would look like she was living in a lotus pond. The green color was so beautiful. She also said that the green glass house seemed to be inhabited by gods. , if she lives there, maybe she can stop being a human and become a god in her next life.
"I hate that." Zhang Hanju said.
"What?"
She pointed to the Jade Guanyin statue.
Zhong Xingfeng sighed, "It's pretty, don't you think?"
"Take it out."
"You can still pray with Guanyin, isn't it?" Zhong Xingfeng wiped the sweat from her forehead with his hand.
"Nothing I pray for comes true, so I hate gods and Buddhas."
"Tell me what you pray for."
"I hope you die."
Zhong Xingfeng couldn't help laughing. In this empty room, the sound spread, and his laughter seemed to be everywhere. She really wished to cut his throat and see his blood flowing all over the floor. That makes her happy.
"It's a pity that I can't die. Do you know why Guanyin doesn't help you realize your wish?"
"Um?"
"My mother invited her back since she was a child. My mother has worshiped her for so many years, and she has blessed me for many years."
Zhang Hanju asked, "Does your mother know that you killed someone?"
Zhong Xingfeng corrected her, "You were the one who killed, not me, and it wasn't even you Zhang Hanju who killed. What are you afraid of? If this body can no longer be used, I will help you replace it."
Zhang Hanju sneered, "I owe you a lot."
"You're welcome. You know I love you."
"***I love you." She cursed.
Zhong Xingfeng blocked her mouth, "It felt good to hear you curse while I was doing it, but now I don't feel very happy."
"You're a hypocrite."
"If this is all you have to say about me, I'll admit it."
Zhang Hanju never knew that he was such a person, and she seemed to have never really understood Zhong Xingfeng.
Thinking about it carefully, she didn't have that much interaction with him, and his doing these things also consumed her initial goodwill.
"Do you want to hear me tell you a story?"
Zhang Hanju turned around and faced the wall.
"It seems you like listening to stories."
He straightened her back and said, "Then I'll tell you."
"I just want you to die," she said.
"Go to hell."
"Go to hell."
"I hope you die any second."
Zhong Xingfeng's hand held her neck and he could strangle her to death with just a little force. "If I'm going to die, you will be the first one to kill."
"Why did you do this to me?" Zhang Hanju didn't understand.
Zhong Xingfeng took her hand and kissed it on his lips, "You provoked me first, you forgot."
