If women are like flowers, then Tong Yao must be the one who has been cared for in the greenhouse.
But no matter how much care is taken, this delicate flower seems to be slowly withering.
She said she liked to live in an open room with pink sheets, pale green curtains, and a morning view of the mountains and rivers, lush greenery, and autumn geese flying in the sky in herringbones.
So he forcibly left the old house, chose a good treasure land, and built a villa halfway up the mountain.
He even invested in the development of this mountain forest and began to build a winding mountain road, just to be able to go down the mountain conveniently.
In ancient times, the princes of Zhou Youwang Fenghuo Opera just smiled for Bo Hongyan, and there was the beauty of the golden house to hide, but he spent a lot of money to create her own beautiful mountains and rivers in this mountain, lush, and autumn geese flying in the sky in the shape of a herringbone.
She also said that she didn't like to see him, and seeing him, it reminded her of red, red blood, and would make her see her dead mother.
She even said that sometimes she felt like her mother was talking to her.
So he didn't dare to get too close, and deliberately kept his distance.
She lived in the easternmost room, and he lived in the westernmost room.
In the middle of the night, she would walk barefoot out of the room and wander through the corridors on the second floor.
He ordered all the corridors to be covered with imported white carpets, and all the railings and corners were covered with soft corner guards, and the downstairs were covered with thicker blankets.
He was afraid that she would fall, and that she would fall from the second floor in the middle of the night one day.
In fact, when she couldn't sleep, he couldn't sleep, he couldn't sleep night after night, listening to her movements intently, while taking out his mobile phone and clicking on a game randomly.
Silently slashing and beating, he died again and again, but he didn't know what the red blood stains in front of him were.
She said that she always had that evening, that evening's blood, in front of her eyes.
He stared at the red and found that the red was so shocking, so she had actually been suffering all these years.
She is the girl he cares about, not because of how good she is, nor because of how bad she is, but because she is her.
At the youngest age, wearing a bow and opening moist and sensitive eyes, he suddenly walked into his sight, fell on his heart, and took root.
Grandpa said, forget and give up.
How could he forget She grew in the most vulnerable part of his heart, and to take it away was to dig out his heart.
When she cried, tears were poison, pouring on his heart drop by drop, and it hurt unforgettable.
Sometimes he couldn't help it, he would go close to her, sleep with her, and kiss her carefully.
She didn't hide, closed her eyes, and let her kiss.
Looking down at her nervous appearance, he would also wonder whether she liked it or not, whether she was simply scared, or whether she was actually shy, so she seemed unwilling Or maybe I just don't like him.
He knew that there was a beast in his heart, bloodthirsty, ferocious, growing in darkness, waiting for an opportunity to come out and devour everything around him.
He tried to control the beast, but as he made a gentle and careful movement over her, the beast began to swell.
When she inadvertently let out a slight snort, it was as if a spark had fallen on the boundless dead grass, setting off a fire.
The beast in his body could no longer be controlled, and cried out.
His sanity was controlled by the beast, and he began to be rude, loving her with all his might, listening to her cry and beg for mercy, and watching her clasp her shoulders with her two weak hands.
She looked like she wanted to resist, as if she was begging him to be more ruthless.
She was already like this, how could he hold it.
So the end result was often, in the middle of the night, she turned over and sobbed quietly, his body trembled, and he sat on the edge of the bed, with a burning sweat, messy short hair, and helpless.
In the eyes of others, Yuan Xun is the pride of the sky, almost omnipotent, he entered the family business at the age of seventeen or eighteen, he turned the clouds and rain in the shopping mall, the wind and water at the negotiation table, he was afraid of who he was so helpless about But only in the face of his wife, in the face of the girl who secretly hid in his heart when he was young, he didn't know what to do.
He was always like this, accidentally made her cry, and wanted to coax her, but he seemed to make her cry even more.
He felt that there was no way to go in front of him, she was confused, and he was also confused.
In the face of her, he couldn't enter or retreat.
Later, his second uncle Yuan Yirui began to create all kinds of unfavorable rumors about him in order to hit him, but he saw it in his eyes, but he didn't stop it.
If someone else wants to pass it on, just pass it on.
One doesn't care, the other is, the bottom of her heart is also gloomy, thinking that after she sees it, will she really be indifferent to the couple who have been indifferent for a few years, both of them have children, and the pillow person who used to be so close on the bed, she doesn't care at all But the result made him even more unsure of what to do, and she seemed to care a little, but this care pushed her further.
She is not too motivated, and she has been injured too many times, and when she encounters this kind of thing, she can only retract and shrink into her protective shell.
He didn't dare to use his strength anymore, full of means and thoughts, but he couldn't use it in the face of her.
I didn't dare to get too close to her, and once I got close, she was afraid.
Occasionally, the two of them would slowly become intimate, silently intimate, but the more dripping the battle in the dark night, the more she seemed to be immersed in it, and when she woke up the next day, she seemed to be more afraid of him, and the more she wanted to stay away from him.
Gradually, he understood.
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It's a heart knot.
She once reached out her slender hand and grabbed his neck after the two of them were in extreme harmony.
She wanted him dead.
Because she is dead, she can come out of this shadow, and she can no longer fall into boundless self-blame.
She didn't know who killed her mother, but even if there was a 1 in 10,000 chance, she wouldn't be able to support him for the rest of her life like an ordinary person.
Her soft, moist hand gripped his neck and tried to pinch it gently.
In the dark, he held his breath and did not move.
If she really pinched it like this, he would admit it.
Under Huangquan, he will follow behind her, and the two of them will continue to entangle in the next life.
But she didn't.
Her hand was like a vine, caressing from his neck to his chin, rubbing his lips and caressing his nose.
She held his face, and her soft breath sprayed on his eyelids, which felt a different kind of tenderness.
His eyes grew moist.
She was actually reluctant to give up on herself.
She was reluctant to give up on herself.
After looking at him for a long time, she finally sighed softly, buried her face in his neck socket, and slowly fell asleep.
The next day, when the sun shone on the pale green curtains, she got out of bed indifferently and did not even look at him.
Since then, during the day, he has been cold, polite, yet gentle to her.
At night, he would lead her to bed, put her to sleep, or turn around and go back to his room.
This was perhaps the most suitable distance between her and him.
Until one day, when he was drinking with a friend, he heard his friend talk about his troubles and his plans.
He didn't think much of it at first, but as time went by, year after year, he found that the flower he kept in the greenhouse gradually lost its luster.
She began to wither.
Every year of physical examinations, year after year, her physical indicators kept declining.
He was cornered.
He knew her dreams, knew the source of her pain, knew that she wanted to be reborn again, wanted to go back to her childhood, and wanted to change all the unsatisfactory things in her life.
With the help of his friends, he devises a perfect plan, a dream that is as crazy as a fairy tale.
This is a fulcrum that I can pry into the madness of the earth, but he is going to make it happen.
There was no rebirth in this world, and he made it for her with his own hands.
He enlisted a friend, a professor of neurology at the University of California who is also a senior hypnotist, and his latest research was to use a functional MRI scanner to project dreams in a person's brain onto a computer, so that they could see it in the computer and try to manipulate her dreams.
In advance, he gradually placed the diary in the order of events and plans, and gradually put it in a place where she could see it, so that she could read it and recall it.
Thinking day and dreaming at night, the contents of these diaries began to come alive in her cerebral cortex after she slept.
And the bed she slept in was a stealthy scanner.
The scanner will precisely capture her vague and ephemeral dreams, intensify, enlarge them, and even stimulate the corresponding neurons in her brain region, allowing her to receive touch, smell, and sight as if they were real.
In order to make everything more realistic, he also found photos of himself when he was young, photos of her mother, and various materials from her childhood, which were gradually synthesized and added to her dreams.
His friend monitors the dream in another room, and he joins in with his own voice and reactions.
By the next day, she would find that everything had slowly changed.
He's a very rich man, rich, and can do anything, including quietly erasing all traces around him, including having everyone go along with his almost crazy game.
Things went smoothly, he saw her smiling, his eyes becoming gentle and hopeful, and even seeing her look at her son with caring and loving eyes.
Once upon a time, she was even tired of the child she had given birth to, just because it filled her with guilt.
Everything was so good.
When he drove to the old house, the father and son looked at her who was asleep, and the son once asked him if she was so good now He said yes.
Yes, in fact, I don't expect her to be like that, as long as she can be like at that time, both father and son will be very satisfied.
Even he felt that there was no need to continue, after all, the bigger the lie, the easier it was to shatter.
She can be like this, she really can.
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It's a pity that no matter how perfect the plan is, there will always be surprises.
When I was in the old house, the accident finally happened.
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