He just hopes that when he loses her one day, when she is no longer with him, there will be something about her that can make him miss her, and can make him feel less tormented and less desperate.
He just wanted to remind himself that there was once such a girl who broke into his world like an elf.
I stayed with him in a dark and cold basement for a night, accompanied her to the mountains to sketch, and painted together.
I bought him breakfast and lunch, took him home, and let him feel the different kind of family warmth.
He just wanted to keep a little bit of faint light and warmth that belonged to him alone. Why couldn't she fulfill his wish
Just when Jiang Yihan was feeling sad, the whip came upon his back like a shadow, along with the familiar insults that had made him numb.
"Will you tell me? Will you tell me?"
"You useless piece of shit. I was wondering why your grades dropped so quickly. Turns out you're just like your shameless dad and have started messing around with other women."
"You are a useless piece of shit. Why don't you learn from the good ones, but choose to learn from that beast?"
The more Jiang Meng scolded, the angrier he became. Finally, he was so angry that he threw away the whip, snatched the painting from his hand, and began to tear it up frantically.
“Draw, draw, draw. I tell you to draw. I tell you to draw!”
"All he does all day is imitate that damn beast to draw these weird things, sooner or later he will run off with another woman.
If I had known this would happen, I would have strangled you to death when you were born."
"don't want… "
Jiang Yihan looked at the painting that was torn into pieces. For the first time, he showed an extremely angry expression when being beaten and scolded, and reached out to grab it.
"don't want?"
Looking at his anxious and sad expression, Jiang Meng felt very happy.
"I'm going to tear it up, I'm going to tear it up! I'm going to tear it up into pieces. I'm going to tear up as much as you draw next time. I'll see if you dare to draw again."
After tearing it apart, she threw it on the ground and stomped on it with her feet.
Jiang Yihan watched the painting being trampled on by her, as if he saw the person he liked being trampled on by someone. The string in his mind that had been taut for a long time suddenly broke with a "buzz".
His eyes were red, his expression became distorted, and he suddenly rushed forward.
After pushing the man away, he lay on the ground and frantically picked up all the scraps of paper:
“My….My…This is mine…This is mine…”
Jiang Meng became more and more angry as she watched her son lying on the ground picking up the note like a madman.
He walked over and kicked the papers hard: "What's yours?"
"This is a shameless bitch. She has seduced your soul, made you fall, made you lose your ambition, and made you a waste in the future!"
Jiang Yihan raised his head quickly, staring at the woman with sinister and crazy eyes.
He wanted to kill this woman!
He wants to kill this woman!
Kill her and this kind of life will end.
Kill her and you will be free.
Do whatever you want, draw whatever you want, be with her if you want, and no one dares to stop you.
Jiang Yihan forgot everything at this moment, and the only thing left in his mind was this crazy idea.
He suddenly threw away the note in his hand and rushed over with a ferocious face.
Jiang Meng was frightened by his scarlet eyes and took several steps back, just missing his hand. But then a greater rage surged in his heart:
"Well, you actually dared to fight me just for a wild woman?"
Then he waved his hand and started to hit her: "I will beat you to death, you shameless bastard."
"If you start thinking about these dirty things at such a young age, you might as well die early."