Morbid domestication

Morbid domestication chapter reading, (completed) I have a boyfriend after waking up from amnesia? ,Chapter 11 and Chapter 12 have been modified, and about 2000 words of plot have been added, which is regarded as an expansion. Friends who have read it can go back and clear the cache and read it again.

Ren Yan left.

Halfway through our chat, we were interrupted by Uncle Zhang who came in suddenly. Uncle Zhang politely told Ren Yan that it was time for class, and then invited Ren Yan out.

Ren Yan didn't realize that he was driven away, and he didn't see my terrible mood. Before he left, he even smiled and said that he would bring me the handmade cookies made by his sister tomorrow.

After sending Ren Yan away, Uncle Zhang turned around and urged me: "Mr. Xu, it's time for you to go to the studio."

I glanced at Uncle Zhang lightly, and it was rare that I didn't oppose him, so I turned around and went to the studio on the second floor.

The studio is still the same, I sit in front of the easel, my eyes wander around the large and small canvases, and finally land on the semi-finished work in front of me - that is the sky I painted in the morning.

There are no layered colors and rigid graphics. Although it is not ugly, compared with the surrounding paintings, my painting is more like a beginner's childish graffiti.

Is it because a person has amnesia, and even the skills he knew before are also forgotten?I don't know, I just feel like my heart is soaked in ice water, the cold makes me shiver.

For a moment, I almost lost control and tore off the half-painted painting, and put a piece of drawing paper on it again. I picked up the palette and brush hastily, as if to prove something, compared I started grading my latest sunset landscape.

The white, red, and yellow oil paints mixed together and turned into orange-yellow. I added more red and orange, but I couldn't adjust the blood orange in that painting anyway.

wrong!This is wrong!Why is this color always wrong! ! !

Shouldn't I be able to draw?Shouldn't I be at my fingertips!

I added more paint in a self-defeating manner. In the end, I stared at the almost black color on the palette. Unknown emotions surged in my heart. After a few seconds, I dropped the paintbrush in my hand heavily. Then he violently overturned the easel in front of him.

The easel fell on the wooden floor with a loud "boom", and I could even feel the floor trembling.

This loud noise seemed to turn on a certain switch of my emotions. I stood up and pushed the sunset oil painting I copied heavily. When it fell down, it even brought it to the frame beside me. The sound even made my ears tingle.

But I still didn't feel like it was enough, as if I was venting, I threw all the paintings I could reach on the floor!

Debris from the broken picture frame flew away and hit me, but I didn't notice it.

A few minutes later, I looked at the mess in the studio out of breath, and the depression in my heart finally dissipated.

There were several hasty knocks on the door of the studio, and then the door was pushed open, and Uncle Zhang walked in a few steps.

The other party seemed to be shocked by the scene in front of him, and I saw a crack appear on his smiling face that had never changed for thousands of years.

"Xu Xian—"

"Get out!" I cut him off sharply.

"Mr. Xu, you will be unhappy if you do this." Zhang Bo's tone was full of disapproval.

I picked up a painting at hand and threw it at Uncle Zhang’s feet with all my strength. The frame hit the ground and shattered into several pieces. step.

"I told you to get out!" Panting heavily, I stared fixedly at Uncle Zhang and said word by word: "Didn't you hear clearly?!"

Uncle Zhang looked at me, his expression changed several times, and finally he backed out.

When Feng Jue opened the door and came in, I was lying in a pile of mess, staring at the dark sky outside the french windows, I don't know how long I was in a daze.

Feng Jue came to my side, squatted down, stretched out his hand to brush away the broken hair that covered my eyes, and asked softly: "Xiao Yi, why are you unhappy again, can you tell the reason?"

I looked at Feng Jue for a while, and sat up abruptly after a while, I held Feng Jue's suit cuff tightly in my hand, stared into his eyes and asked hastily: "Sir, I used to be a painter, right? "

"Yes, our Xiaoyi used to be a very good painter."

"Then why can't I draw now?"

Feng Jue patted my hand and comforted me: "Xiao Yi, you have lost your memory, it's normal for you to forget how to draw for a while..."

"Then when can I remember?"

"Soon, I promised you."

Soon, again soon, I have heard Feng Jue say these two words countless times, I am not satisfied with this answer, I got up and moved closer to Feng Jue, almost close to him .

I raised my head and stared stubbornly at Feng Jue's eyes, eager for him to give me an affirmative answer.

"How long is it soon? A week or a month? But it's been so long, why don't I have any sign of remembering it?"

"Is it because I didn't do enough? But I obviously followed my husband's request. I draw, read, and play the piano every day. I do what I used to do, wear the clothes I used to love, and eat what I used to like. The food to eat, but why..."

It was as if someone had suddenly stuffed a sour peach into my throat. It was sore and swollen, and my nose was also sore for a while.

"...Sir, tell... tell me, I have to...to what extent can I...be back to the old me..."

Feng Jue didn't answer me right away, but looked at me quietly, that look seemed to me to have a kind of superior love.

After a long time, Feng Jue sighed, stretched out his hand and pulled me into his arms, "Xiaoyi, even if you can't remember, you will always be my little prince."

The tears from the corners of his eyes were wiped away by Feng Jue, and his back was gently stroked, "Don't be afraid, Xiaoyi, I will always be with you."

Feng Jue is comforting me.

But I was not comforted, I was more like a cat whose tail was touched and instantly exploded.

I broke free from Feng Jue's arms suddenly, and raised my voice a little: "No! I don't want to do this! If I don't remember, I won't be the same as before!"

I stood up, stepped on the mess on the ground, and walked a few steps irritably, chanting: "I want to remember, I have to remember, I have to remember!"

"Xiaoyi." Feng Jue held my shoulder and said in a deep voice, "You need to rest."

"No, I don't need a break, I need a...doctor! I need a doctor!"

I grabbed Feng Jue's arm and begged eagerly: "Sir, can you take me to the doctor, please! The doctor will remind me, right?"

"Xiaoyi, calm down."

Different from my extreme emotions, from the very beginning, Feng Jue's attitude was calm and reserved.

This kind of attitude makes me feel like an unreasonable child in the eyes of adults. In fact, every time Feng Jue looks at me quietly with those light brown eyes, I always reflect unconsciously, is it me? Where did I go wrong again.

Now, Feng Jue is looking at me with that look again, I feel like I've been burned, and I immediately shut up consciously.

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet, and after a long time, a strange smile slowly formed on the corner of Feng Jue's mouth.

"Okay, I promise you, a doctor will come tomorrow."

I shivered for no reason.

I suddenly regretted it.