Autobiography of a paranoid patient

(64)

Feng Yue still needs to settle the matter of the bar with me.

After a long time, I panted and lay down on the soft quilt, with my face leaning against my arms, looking down at his back sitting on the bay window.

The light from the roadside came through the light curtains and sprinkled on his bare back.

With his arms propped on one side, he looked out the window into the night.

"I saw it when you came in today." Feng Yue said suddenly.

I reacted for a moment.

"That bar belongs to Yunan."

He said Yunan's name just like that, because he thought I would know who the person under this name was, because he thought I would remember it.

"Well," I said, "I'm going to accompany Miao Shu."

"We are not a gathering of colleagues, the people at that table are all my friends," Feng Yue looked over, "Do you mind?"

I smiled and shook my head.

Feng Yue stood up, walked in front of me, knelt down and rubbed my hair again.

"It's better to have a cold. I don't feel well. Don't go there next time."

I was about to agree, but he came up to me and opened my lips and bit the tip of my tongue. Finally, he frowned, "You drank too much."

I want to refute.

I think he is more drunk than me, otherwise why would he suddenly explain this to me.

(65)

I didn't sleep very well that night.

In my dreams, I always see the scars on my body, but I also dreamed of Yunan and the scar on his finger.

I finally woke up with a start and realized I was covered in a cold sweat.

The feeling of sticky sweat is not good. I opened the quilt, and the air conditioner cooled down after a while, and I felt cold, so I coughed a few times.

My throat was dry and hoarse, and I even found it difficult to swallow, so I got up and wanted to drink water.

The whole house was quiet, I didn't bother to look at Feng Yue's room, and went straight into the kitchen.

The water in the kettle had already gone cold, so I took a sip to quench my thirst, and poured a new one to boil the water.

I tried to be careful not to make too much noise during the whole process.

The sound insulation of the old-fashioned house is not good, I don't want to wake up Feng Yue in the middle of the night.

The kettle starts to work and I lean against the glass kitchen door with my arms folded.

The furniture had been replaced with a new set before, but the whole room was still full of old decadence, probably similar to mine.

I don't know why Feng Yue came.

He and his friends open the most expensive booths and the most expensive wine in the bar. His clothes and carts are very expensive. He goes to work every day in suits and leather shoes. His colleagues call him Mr. Feng.

Why would he rent my house?

Before the thoughts were coherent, the kettle suddenly jumped and the water boiled.

(66)

I walked back with the water glass that had been cold for a while.

Passing by the living room, he glanced at his room as usual.

There was still light in that gap.

I thought about the many nights before, occasionally when I woke up at night, I always found that Feng Yue hadn't slept yet.

Or just don't like turning off the lights?

I went up, knocked on the door tentatively, and asked softly, "Are you asleep?"

After two or three seconds of silence, the sound of slippers came from the room, and Feng Yue came to open the door for me.

Unlike usual, he wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.

Feng Yue ignored me, opened the door, went back to the room, and sat down at the desk.

The desk was used by me in the past, and sometimes I would wrap some flowers on it, so I chose a very large one, but now, I walked over and saw that the desk was full of papers.

I politely didn't look at the things on the paper, only to see Feng Yue picked up the pencil again and drew on the paper spread out in the middle.

I didn't want to disturb him, but I just walked in and didn't know what to do. Seeing that there was still a glass of water in my hand, I took away the water glass that Feng Yue had put aside, and poured him a new cup of hot water.

When he returned to the room, Feng Yue had already taken off his glasses and was rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"Drink water? It's still hot." I handed over the water glass, and Feng Yue took a few sips.

"Still asleep?" he asked me.

I shook my head and said, "I woke up once."

He moved some chairs away now and looked at me with his arms outstretched.

I went up, sat in his arms, and gently rubbed his temples.

"Are you still working this late?" I asked.

"En." Feng Yue's voice was tired.

After a while, he patted my buttocks, and then rubbed one buttocks, put his face against my neck, and asked, "Aren't you tired after finishing?"

"Tired, I can't sleep when I wake up." I withdrew my hand.

Feng Yue stopped talking, he quietly maintained the posture of embracing me, with only weak breathing ups and downs.

I let him hold me motionless, until I thought he was about to fall asleep, then he tilted his head and grabbed my waist.

He clearly still has his eyes closed.

"You can fall asleep after doing it once, and I will accompany you."

I couldn't help laughing out loud, and was picked up by him.

Sweat slid down my cheeks on the paper, and I asked him distressedly, do you want all these?

I saw a building with a unique shape painted on it, and I thought the details were exquisite at a glance.

"No more." Feng Yue pressed me hard, a few words seemed to be squeezed out.

In the end I was really sleepy, and in a daze I felt like he sent me back to the room and kissed my forehead.

"Go to sleep."