The month I met him

【the first week】

Locking the door behind him, Fang Yuanze let out a soft breath.

The interior furnishings are simple but organized, and the furniture is mostly black and white.The interior is peaceful, the white curtains are blown by the wind, and a large area of ​​vegetation can be seen from the balcony. The lush tall trees outside the balcony are full of shade, shining crystal emerald green in the sunlight.

This is his new home.

Fang Yuanze returned to the bedroom, changed his suit into more casual clothes, relaxed and fell on the bed.Staring at the ceiling in a trance, it took a while to realize that there was still something to do, and quickly turned on the computer and went straight to the document, typing a series of words on the document quickly and smoothly.

It wasn't until the setting sun gradually set that the room was filled with a bloody light, that Fang Yuanze stopped typing continuously.

I cooked a bowl of longxu noodles casually, and simply put two eggs in it and salt, and the dinner was hastily settled.

I went back to the bedroom and continued the interrupted action. I couldn't remember how many words I had written, so I couldn't stop my sleepiness, so I just took a shower and went to bed.

The first day of moving into a new house has passed.

As usual for many years, I was doing my own thing alone, but because of the environment of the new house, I seemed surprisingly comfortable.

He has lived alone in a new city away from his parents for many years, and he is now 25 years old.He is a writer of horror novels, and his previous residence was neither good nor bad. The only thing that bothered him was that it was too noisy.

Therefore, when he finally couldn't bear it, he bought the new house now.Although it is located in the suburbs, daily necessities and other food materials are still sold in nearby places not far away.He would drive the car every time to purchase enough food, which would save him from running back and forth.

Apart from him, there are only a few other Xijing people who also live in big houses nearby, and many of them are elderly.

He lives here by himself and nobody bothers him, which is fine.

When Fang Yuanze woke up the next day, he habitually checked the time on his phone, and it was only four o'clock.

early morning.

Although it was very early, he couldn't fall back asleep anyway.With a clear mind, I can even feel the motivation overflowing my whole body that I haven't seen for a long time.

He pursed his lips, and after lying down for a while, he still couldn't resist the vitality in his body, sat up and got out of bed to wash.

The man's face was stern, and there was a sharp look between his brows and eyes, which made him even more cold and handsome.

It was still dark, and his whole body was full of motivation. Fang Yuanze ate something for breakfast, but luckily went out and ran around the boulevard for a few laps.After finishing the amount of exercise that suits you, the sky is still dark. If you are timid, you may feel dizzy after watching it for a long time.

Fang Yuanze himself couldn't help but think of some stalks, so he went home and opened the computer file to type quickly while his mind was active.

It wasn't until the morning light appeared in the sky that I took out my phone and found that it was almost ten o'clock in the morning.Some soreness in the hands, but nothing serious.

He stretched his arms to relax before getting up and going to the living room to pour a glass of water.

When I glanced over the big bed next to the bedroom, I was surprised to find a black-haired boy sitting on it. The boy had fair skin and his eyes were as clear as stars.Wearing the school uniform of an unknown school, he looks 78 years old.

The boy sat on his bed and watched him for an unknown amount of time. Fang Yuanze went straight to the computer and was so focused on typing that he never noticed the boy.

Seeing that Fang Yuanze had noticed him, the young man raised his head, his gaze was still glued to him, and without saying a word, he let Fang Yuanze walk to the bedside and look down at him condescendingly.

"Who are you?" Fang Yuanze asked him with a deep and cold voice.

The boy blinked quickly and shook his head.

Then he asked the young man several questions, but the other party still nodded and shook his head without saying a word, which made Fang Yuanze wonder if he could not speak.

Fang Yuanze said: "Are you still a student? You should go to school even if it's not a weekend in the morning. Although I don't know how you got in, I'm not interested in pursuing it."

He pulled the boy up, and the boy let out a cry of surprise and was pulled off the bed by him, with a dazed look on his face.

Fang Yuanze said: "I won't say that I can always write it, just write me your home address, and I will take you back."

Hearing what he said, the young man panicked. He stammered every word, but he resisted loudly: "I, want, stay, here, here."

The tone of voice was a bit strange, and he stuttered after only six words, which was obviously the result of not speaking for a long time.

"why?"

After Fang Yuanze asked, the boy didn't say anything as before, but just looked at him fixedly, with a very resistant expression on his face.

Not getting an answer, Fang Yuanze was not in the mood to entangle with him like this, and dragged him all the way to the entrance, almost dragging him all the way to the entrance, almost pushing the boy out of the door.

"My family doesn't welcome you." Fang Yuanze said, forcefully opened the door and pushed the boy out.

Then without hesitation, the door closed with a bang!

The young man slammed on the door fiercely, and repeated the word "open the door" loudly outside the door with a voice almost crying. He paused every word, and it was not disgusting, but only distressing.

Fang Yuanze turned a deaf ear, leaving the boy outside the door and returning to the bedroom.When passing by the living room, he still didn't forget his original plan, so he poured a glass of water and drank it.

However, after that, I no longer have the desire to code words.He lay on the bed silently and closed his eyes, the sound outside the door had disappeared, the boy should have gone back.

He cannot and does not want anyone in his space.

He just wants to live quietly by himself, and whether he lives or dies has nothing to do with others.

That's fine.

He didn't have the time to think about how the boy came to his house, and sat a few meters away from him for hours, watching him all the time.Even some supernatural and ghostly things that he would have thought of as a horror novel author came to his mind, but they all disappeared in the end.

What does it have to do with him?

Fang Yuanze knew that he had some psychological problems, but he didn't intend to solve them.From his point of view, it's fine to be alone, there is no entanglement or trouble.His parents didn't care about him. His parents had separated and started their own families a long time ago. He was just a superfluous product between those two families.

This is the second day he has moved into his new home.From ten o'clock in the morning to six o'clock in the evening, he was consumed by endless sleep.It wasn't until I was so hungry that I had to get up and wanted to get something to eat.

His eating has always been very casual.He doesn't have the energy and doesn't want to make something good or nutritious. He eats some noodles every day and occasionally cracks an egg in it, or just soaks instant noodles.

Thanks to God's pity for him, the strong body he had developed in the past 20 years was not ruined by the random eating in the past few years.

It was not dark yet, Fang Yuanze went to wash his face before going to the kitchen.

However, just approaching the kitchen, I heard the impossible sound of tinkling spatulas and spatulas coming from inside.

His face suddenly became terrible, as cold as frost.

He pushed open the closed kitchen door, and sure enough, he saw the boy who sneaked into his house again without knowing when or how.

"go out!"

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