sadomasochism double

Chapter 3

And Zhuo Yang sat on the sofa in the living room watching TV.

When I brought the dumplings, he happened to change the table.

In this way, there is actually a feeling that there is no silver 300 taels here, and I can clearly see the flashing scene.

That program is Hu Ling's program.

"I'm eating dumplings." I didn't say anything else, but after eating another snack, I looked at Zhuo Yang with a half-smile, "Hey, that station just now was good, what did you change?"

"That's the news station." Zhuo Yang picked up a dumpling and said coldly.

He knows that I don't like to watch news, except for entertainment and gossip news.However, this is also a rare thing we have in common. Zhuo Yang also said that the local news is farting in a serious manner, so he still stared at them farting for half an hour, why?
I should have been patient, but at this moment, I found that I didn't.

"You don't like to watch the news, so what are you watching?"

When I was young, I ran away from home several times.

Because I was fed up with Zhuo Yang's indifference, countless times I quarreled with him, it was just my wishful thinking, and he always maintained that extraordinary indifference.

It was really uncomfortable, uneasy, and helpless.But, in my efforts, eventually, so many times, I also made him angry once or twice.

However, his lines are always only that one, and still in that indifferent tone.

"An Yue, are you challenging my authority?"

Then, he slammed the door and left, not returning all night, not knowing which gentle town he was intoxicated in.

What about me, what should I do? At the beginning, I didn't recognize my position in Zhuo Yang's heart, and I didn't realize that my position in this family was actually not as good as a cat.I carried my bag and ran away from home angrily.

It was cold and windy, and I was tired and hungry. Holding the bag I packed up, my face was covered with tears and snot.

I looked at the phone, and at first I thought, as long as Zhuo Yang can make a phone call, I will barely forgive him, but slowly, I began to think, only he can send a text message, and I will go home right away, but in the end ——

However, my phone never lights up.

The only time it was on was just a reminder of low battery.

And like every time, I was hungry and tired, and finally had to compromise, and returned to the magnificent but cold birdcage that Zhuoyang built for me.

I am an ugly sparrow raised by him, but I naively thought I was a peacock.

If I'm smart enough, I should understand.

I have been fattened up by Zhuo Yang, a bird that cannot fly, can only wait in the cage to die of fat, old age, I have no way to live independently without Zhuo Yang.

If I'm smart, I shouldn't challenge Zhuo Yang's authority.

However, there is a saying called, ask for a dead end.

I knew that Zhuo Yang would be angry, and I saw that the veins on his plump forehead were already wrinkled, but my voice was still echoing in the house, sharp and mournful, like a complaining woman.

"Isn't it because I thought of other people... such as that beautiful host? Or, that old friend who looks like An Ran..."

bang——

Zhuo Yang has always said that a man who can use violence cannot do great things, and he is also used to solving everything with his brain, so over the years, I have challenged his authority countless times, but he has never done anything.

Not even really angry.

But today, just because of a Hu Ling, he threw a bowl at me.

Should I think so, this man, the man whose feelings have all died with my sister, has finally found his new shoots.

Zhuo Yang threw the bowl away, a look of ferocity flashed across his face.

I found mine in his dark pupils, wincing, pale face.

It is probably because of my cowardice that Zhuo Yang felt that he was of the same level as me, which lowered his own style, so he calmed down and went upstairs without saying a word to me.

I slowly squatted down behind my back, picking up the broken bowl bit by bit.

It's a pity that I worked so hard to make this bowl of dumplings, but he only ate one.

"Zhuo Yang, I want a divorce."

I think, I can't find a reason, so I can't hold on anymore.

Love, I have long forgotten what it looks like, and now I just want to live.

I can, live on.

"Don't clean it up."

I'm not sure about the sentence "Zhuo Yang, I want a divorce." I didn't say it, and a pair of black leather shoes appeared in front of me.

Spotless and clean.

I raised my head and met Zhuo Yang's indifferent eyes. He emphasized to me expressionlessly, "I said, don't clean up. There will be Mrs. Chen tomorrow."

I ignored him, but slowly picked up the broken porcelain bowl.My movements are slow and gentle, as if I'm going to cut my hand if I'm not careful.

However, my slow look finally angered Zhuo Yang.

He lifted me up from the ground and said angrily, "Didn't you hear what I said! I told you not to touch these rubbish!"

Rubbish?

For a moment, I didn't know whether the garbage Zhuo Yang was talking about was the dumplings and broken porcelain bowls on the ground, or—me?

I don't know, I just know that Zhuo Yang is angry.

Rarely angry.

But why was he angry?
I'm baffled.

Feeling pain in my hands, I slowly lowered my head.

Zhuo Yang still hurt me. When he pulled me up, the sharp ceramic shards scratched my finger, but I didn't feel any pain.

I just watched the trace of blood slowly slipping from my fingertips, slipping down, and finally falling on the clean ground. Finally, I gradually lost sight of it.

"Look at you! Don't put on this face, don't look at me like this!" Zhuo Yang was still yelling at me, and shook my shoulder by the way: "An Yue, look at you now! People are not like humans and ghosts are not like ghosts, what are you doing! What are you trying to do!"

boom--

I was like a still, stagnant water.

One day, someone poured a bucket of gasoline into my stagnant pool and set it on fire.

I was suddenly angry, very angry.

With all my strength, I pushed away Zhuo Yang in front of me. Zhuo Yang was very strong. I only pushed him a small step away, but because of the strength of the rebound, I took a few steps back and fell to the ground.

As soon as my foot hurt, I stepped on the fragment, I grinned in pain, and growled at Zhuo Yang like an angry lioness.

"That's right, I am a human being, and a ghost is not a ghost! But who forced me to be like this! Zhuo Yang, since you hate me! Why did you marry me back then! Why did you save me back then! You let me die! I wish I was the one who died! Back then, I wish I was the one who died!"

My tears fell down like crazy as I roared.

Sometimes, I really feel that I am not world-weary, but if I fell into the water and died, everything would be different.

Zhuo Yang will marry An Ran, and will live a happy life as a man and woman.

We, we will all be happy for the rest of our lives, each living our lives in different ways.

but--

It's too late.

Zhuo Yang married me.

An Ran, she is dead.

I cried a lot, yelled and yelled, and I vented all my grievances.

However, I was still timid.

I didn't ask, didn't say that sentence.

"Zhuo Yang, why don't you love me?" You can love An Ran so much, share with me, can't you?
Zhuo Yang carried me upstairs.The sole of my foot was pierced with fragments and it is still bleeding. He pulled my foot and violently pulled out the debris.

I was in pain, but after the rage, I seemed a little timid and calm.

Zhuo Yang didn't speak all the time, and even when he was taking the medicine, he was full of the oppressive calm before the storm.

"I'm sorry..." I spoke first, I turned my eyes away, a little sad, for my compromise and helplessness.

"I'm just in a bad mood... I didn't mean to..."

It's sad, I'm really sad, it's so uncomfortable, it's so like slapping this man who loves and hates, but in the end, I lowered my figure and apologized.

Zhuo Yang still didn't speak, just put medicine on me, and finally covered the wound.

I also had a cute pink bandage on my hand.

Finally Zhuo Yang went to the bathroom, he always likes to be clean, if I dirty his hands, his sheets, even his pillow, will he be angry?

Thinking that Zhuo Yang would be angry, I jumped out of bed and went to the cabinet to get new sheets, intending to change them for Zhuo Yang.

My movements are fast, but not as fast as Zhuo Yang.

Zhuo Yang came out of the bathroom, watching my movements, his face turned cold.

He still didn't speak, just looked at me indifferently.

I almost cried, holding my uninjured finger, I explained helplessly, "I'm sorry, I made the bed dirty...I...I just want to change the sheets...You...Are you going to sleep in the guest room?"

I was literally incoherent, in fact, I couldn't even speak at the end.

I lowered my head, feeling extremely depressed.

Can I really leave Zhuo Yang when I am like this, who was eaten to death by Zhuo Yang?
The whole body is getting colder and colder, and the wounds that have been medicated are now crazily breeding pain.

I stood where I was, only felt that Zhuo Yang looked at me, and my whole body seemed to be on fire.

(End of this chapter)