Title: "Paranoid Obsession"
Author: Foggy Pine
Content Tags: Urban Love Has a Special Sweet Article
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When she was sixteen years old, An Yang's family lived in a strange and beautiful teenager, gloomy and taciturn, not fond of talking, she wanted to get along with him, but he ignored her.
It wasn't until later, at the age of nineteen, college, about to part, that in an accident she bumped into him, in a dream, and called her by her name.
Banished from the capital to the remote jiangnan town, Yuan Yan stayed alone in the dark world of heaven for so many years, indifferent, and finally encountered a single ray of light.
But this ray of light was still shining on others, making him irrepressibly anxious and bored, and finally one day, uncontrollably, he plundered.
An Yang never dreamed that one day, she would be pressed against the wall by the teenager she had carefully cared for and gently cared for, threatening her and never smiling at others again.
For so many years, An Yang had only asked for the original fire twice.
Once, when he was still at her house as a teenager, Hara burned fiercely and broke the head of the boy who bullied her, and she cried with wet eyes and begged him to stop.
Another time, after years of reunion,
The man kissed her tears dry, attached them to her ears, and said in a deep voice, "I want you, you too, only me." ”
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An Yang was in the library.
The opposite table was empty.
She finished half of the exam paper, sorted out the English notes of the previous unit, and looked up to see the familiar figure.
The agreed time is just up.
She bent her eyes and smiled at him, the library forbid noise, so she didn't call him by name, and pointed to the table opposite, indicating that Hara burn could sit there.
The library environment is good, and there are all kinds of teaching and auxiliary materials in a whole district, and An Yang usually likes to come here to study.
After deciding a few days ago to let her continue to tutor Hara Burn's studies, she carefully asked such a question, asked Hara Burn if she would like to work together, and came here to write the homework in advance, so that after returning home, if he didn't understand anything, she could tell him directly.
An Yang went to pick up the water and left his seat.
A boy on the opposite table, wearing a school uniform, sneakily approached, and soon after he got up and approached An Yang's desk, Yuan Yan noticed that he had not yet approached the textbook that An Yang had placed on the table, and his hand had been pressed hard.
The look of his calm face, to be honest, was terrible.
"Me, I'm not trying to take her stuff." The boy knew that he would be wrong, and was so frightened that he was busy explaining, waving the thin piece of paper he was holding in his hand.
The lead lettering on the top line is particularly conspicuous.
——Classmates, pay attention to you for a long time, it is convenient to reveal a penguin number, and learn together in the future?
He studied in the library for a long time, often saw this girl, but often a person, wearing the school uniform attached to the second year of high school, pure and clean, looking down at the study, he has been peeking, seeing the heart crisp, for a long time, finally plucked up the courage to want to confess, before, he did not pay attention to the boy opposite, as if it was the first time to see him come together.
The original flame was expressionless, and took the note directly from her book, and with a slight movement of his fingers, the note directly turned into a small piece of crumbs.
"Your boyfriend?" The boy's eyes were almost out of his eyes.
The teenager did not raise his eyes, very civilized to throw those debris into the trash can, calmly said, "Roll." ”
Stay away from her.
This kind of person.
When An Yang returned, everything was as usual, the original flame was still opposite, did not sleep, and obediently wrote an English test paper.
Everything seems to be on the right track.
An Yang bent her eyes, and her mood was particularly comfortable.
"Go back and give you a reward." She moved closer, lowered her voice, and said in an air tone, "What do you want to eat, handmade white or donut, I watched a new baking method the other day, another day, make you a mousse cake to try the taste." ”
The girl's hair was soft, falling a few strands, hanging on his shoulders, tickling, and she tilted her head and smiled under her eyes.
He smelled her, not the smell of cake, but a sweet fragrance that made people feel hungry from the bones, a strange, strange hunger, similar to appetite, but different.
The teenager's dark and beautiful eyes looked at her for a moment, as if he was a little confused.
An Yang shrank his hand.
...... Is he hungry again? Why look at her like that.
She was now afraid of the original fire, after all...
He bites, it really hurts!
The wound on the back of her hand was healed for several days, but it was still his unconscious bite, and the pair of little tiger teeth didn't just look cute, it was true! target! very! pointed!
"Hungry... Wait to go home. She muttered softly, and her big eyes looked at him condemningly.
As if dissatisfied, she withdrew her fingers.
But the teenager did not speak again, obediently withdrew his hand, and continued to write the English test paper with a pen.
"Original combustion?" The street lamp flickered, and I saw the people who came out of the woods.
That familiar figure.
An Yang's eyes widened, and the bag of drinks fell in response.
The teenager stood expressionless, his white cheeks stained with a trace of blood, he stood in the woods, in the dark, a handsome face, half light and half dark, his eyes were cold and violent that she had never seen before, and An Yang Yuguang saw a cold and shining sharp knife inserted upside down on the muddy ground beside him.
And the man under his command who was bleeding profusely.
Actually, it is particularly similar to Su Fan.
An Yang recognized the face, her legs trembling, and she struggled to stand up straight, step by step, to see clearly.
If they were injured and maimed, Hara burn would certainly be implicated, for this kind of scum, it was not worth it at all, when they were stalking and intimidating her, she should directly call the police and let the police clean them up.
"Nuclear fuel!"
The girl was in tears, her fawn eyes were wet, and there were teardrops hanging from her eyelashes.
"Don't hit him." This sound carried a crying voice.
The teenager stood in the darkness, unable to see his expression clearly.
These few seconds of stagnation, for An Yang, are the longest few seconds that have passed so far in his life.
Su Fan slowly slid to the ground, Xiao Mao and Hua Arm woke up like a dream, quickly got up, one shoulder carried Su Fan, and the other dragged Yang Hong, who had been frightened and weak, and ran away quickly, without turning his head back.
He turned back, his eyes slowly returning to focus, and he saw himself clearly, and the three of them huddled under the tree in fear, looking at him like ghosts.
The corner of the girl's eyes was red, a small face was wet, zhang was panicked and confused, standing not far away, her hands trembling slightly.
Those clear pupils, completely reflected, in front of her, dirty, violent, terrible him.
My heart sank slowly.
There is no end, there is no end, it is constantly sinking.
"Soft, soft, soft, where have you been?"
Behind her, lin yan's voice calling her came, very close, but it seemed to come from a very far away place.
It was Lin Yan who drove her back.
Before Lin Yan arrived, Yuan Yan had already left first, she didn't know where she went, she couldn't catch up at all, and she was quickly pressed by Lin Yan on the shoulder and forcibly dragged back.
An Yang was scared and panicked, called him, and could not be connected.
She curled up on the couch, dazed and asleep, until the early hours of the next day, when she gave a stir, turned back to God, saw the door, had an extra pair of shoes, she ripped off the blanket on her body, and rushed to the second floor, in front of the door.
The door was tightly closed.
She knocked, didn't open, and then...
The girl stubbornly stood in front of the door, as if to knock on the ground until the earth was desolate.
The door opened.
Extremely light sound.
There were no lights in the house, and the curtains were tightly drawn, and it was pitch black.
Hara burned his back to her, sitting in the darkness, only to see a vague outline.
An Yang groped and sat down across from him, feeling his throat dry badly and not knowing what to say.
Before, at home, when he wanted to share a room with her, he didn't even think about it, and he would sit in the place closest to her.
And now, it's far, far away.
She got up and tried to pull back the curtains, her hand pressed down heavily.
An Yang tightened her lips and held out her left hand, the night light lit up, the warm yellow light fell, and the silhouette of the teenager in front of her suddenly became clear.
He had changed his clothes, but he was still black from beginning to end, without any other color, the blood stains on the side of the teenager's face had long disappeared, the skin was so pale that there was no blood, and a black hair was still wet, and there were water droplets rolling down, along the slender neck, rolling into the neck socket.
Sensing her gaze, his body stiffened somewhat.
Long.
"All washed." The teenager did not look back, and suddenly said, light and dumb.
An Yang froze.
By the dim light, she suddenly noticed that the piece of skin on the side of his face last night that had been stained with blood was obviously scrubbed repeatedly and forcefully, in a very rude way, almost to break the skin, glowing red.
The teenager sat far away from her with long eyelashes hanging down, his thin lips pressed tightly, and his head hanging low.
It seemed to be doing, the last trace of desperate and futile effort.
"You hate me." He said softly, obviously it should be a question, but in the affirmative tone of the declarative sentence, the voice was very hoarse, as if the verdict was pronounced.