After Wen Yu stopped being vigilant and afraid of Ying Chen, her life gradually got back on track.
After the weekend, he started going to school normally. There are only a few days left before the college entrance examination, and the dull learning atmosphere in the classroom is even more intense.
Even his good friend Zhao Xiaoliang stopped playing around with him, and after saying hello to him, he sat down on his seat and studied the questions.
Wen Yu was always thinking about when the evil spirit entangled in Lin Bocheng would be dispelled, but he couldn't concentrate on brushing up the questions. From time to time, I hold the mobile phone to check the news.
Lin Bocheng's abnormal behavior in the police station and being sent to a mental hospital, after being filmed as a small video and posted on the Internet, unexpectedly became the hottest topic of discussion.
Many people do not believe that he is really crazy.
Because his friend said, "I had dinner with Lin Bocheng that day, it's impossible for a person to suddenly go crazy after being fine."
And his colleagues at work: "No, when working with Brother Cheng these days, everything is normal. We just completed a big order and are about to celebrate."
Even his parents came to the mental hospital to ask someone: "My son is mentally normal, has no history of mental illness, and has no history of depression. You shouldn't judge him as mentally abnormal."
He also accused Zai's daughter-in-law and said: "You signed the mental treatment agreement without discussing it with us. You wish he would go crazy and take over his property!"
"Three years ago, if you hadn't seduced my family, Bocheng, and let him leave my eight-month-pregnant wife to come to you, how could my daughter-in-law die, and my unborn grandson, it's all you! It's all you It ruined our family!"
What is even more intriguing is that Lin Bocheng's condition worsened after receiving mental treatment.
Someone photographed him standing on the top of the building trying to commit suicide. After being held back by doctors and nurses, he struggled and shouted: "It's her, it's Xu Jing who came. She pestered me day and night and tortured me. You can't see her and said I'm mad."
"You let me die, I will be free when I die."
In the video, a middle-aged man with a height of 1.8 meters was hanging on the roof of the building and was grabbed by someone, crying and collapsing unsightly.
The series of small videos has to trigger greater discussions and reverie.
Lin Bocheng's past was uncovered: second-married man, his current wife was married three years ago.
Three years ago, his first wife died of an allergy caused by mistakenly handling nut powder. His wife's name was Xu Jing.
After the clues were uncovered bit by bit, everyone immediately raised a chilling guess: Three years ago, Lin Bocheng killed his wife Xu Jing who was eight months pregnant, and married his current wife.
Maybe Lin Bocheng wasn't crazy, maybe it was because his ex-wife who died three years ago was pestering him, which made him, a normal man, suddenly become crazy and frightened.
At this time, the mental hospital sent another video, Lin Bocheng seemed to have grown old overnight, his eyes were dull, his face was haggard, sitting in front of the camera, muttering to himself:
"It's me, I did it. Three years ago, I secretly filled Xu Jing's seasoning bottle with almond powder. I fell in love with Zheng Le and wanted to divorce Xu Jing, but she was eight months pregnant, and the property division bad for me"
"Let me die, please, let me die"
As soon as the video came out, it immediately aroused everyone's anger: [Sure enough, Lin Bocheng killed his ex-wife, who was eight months pregnant. The grievance of his ex-wife's death turned into a ghost to seek revenge on him. Really bad retribution.]
[Who is that Zheng Le, who seduces him even though he knows he is a married man, isn't that the mistress! She can't escape the relationship, isn't she ashamed? Why didn't Li Gui come to look for her? !]
[But is it useful for Lin Bocheng to confess now? It seems that the words of a person who has been convicted of mental illness cannot be used as evidence.]
[Farewell, just let him be like this, life is worse than death is the greatest punishment for him.]
Wen Yu flipped through the comments on the webpage, and thought: Lin Bocheng is already begging for death, and Xu Jing's grievances have not been satisfied yet
He has been waiting for Xu Jing's soul to dissipate to stir up some memories of his previous life. He really wants to know all the past between him and Ying Chen.
"Little devil, your teacher is here."
A deep and mellow voice suddenly rang in his ears.
The voice seemed to scare him, it was soft and smiling.
Yingchen? !
Wen Yu was in a trance, raised his head and looked around.
In the quiet classroom, there are only students who are studying with their heads buried in the pile of books, and the head teacher Lao Wang who is approaching him.
At the same time, the mobile phone in his hand under the table was suddenly taken away. Then an English dictionary was shoved in.
Lao Wang had already walked to his table, and asked sternly, "Wen Yu, what are you looking at with your hands under the table?"
"Teacher, I"
Wen Yu sat up straight and revealed the English dictionary in my hand: "Look up the dictionary."
The boy was still in a trance as to how he could hear Ying Chen's voice, and he didn't respond at all to the teacher's questioning and the phone that had been replaced in his hand.
And he looked very innocent in a trance.
It was as if he came here to look up a dictionary, but was suddenly named and criticized by the teacher.
After seeing the dictionary in his hand and his reaction, the teacher knew he had wronged him, and lowered his tone: "Are you looking up the dictionary? Then sit on the table and look it up. Who knows what you're doing under the table."
"Also, last time the dean told me that you were caught playing with your mobile phone on campus, and he didn't punish you because you were busy with other things. We all know that your grades are very stable. But even if you got the university admission in advance books, and cannot affect the learning attitude of other students.”
Wen Yu has clearly sensed Ying Chen's breath at this moment, he should have just arrived, and happened to see him playing with his mobile phone, and was almost caught by the teacher to help him.
Wen Yu put his hands on the table and said without changing his face, "I see, teacher."
After Lao Wang left, Wen Yu couldn't express his gratitude.
On the contrary, there was an uncomfortable feeling of being caught by his parents for doing bad things, which made his ears warm.
But Ying Chen is not his parent, why should he be ashamed.
Wen Yu made himself confident, picked up a pen and wrote on the paper: [Give me back my phone.]
The man's low voice rang in his ears again: "I'll give it to you after school. Now go to class and don't affect the study mentality of other students."
There was teasing in the voice, and it sounded like he was deliberately imitating Lao Wang's education and discipline him.
Really consider yourself a parent.
The boy held the pen unhappily, and wrote two words heavily on the paper: [Give it back to me.]
After a low laugh, the weight of the English dictionary in his hand suddenly became empty, and in the blink of an eye, there was an extra box of warm milk.
"Drink the milk first. Lin An told me that you haven't eaten breakfast, how can a mortal body survive without eating?"
So, Ying Chen suddenly came to school just to bring him breakfast
Why is he so idle
Wen Yu, who didn't come to eat breakfast in the morning, is really hungry now. He didn't say anything, just tore open the straw and poked it in to drink.
The thick and pure milk fragrance is sucked into the mouth, warming the empty stomach warmly, very comfortable.
"What are you drinking? Why is it so fragrant?"
Zhao Lei, who was at the same table who was burying his head in the book, asked him suddenly.
"milk."
Wen Yu said that he also took a look at the carton.
Zhao Lei stretched his neck to smell it, and swallowed: "I also drink this brand, why doesn't it smell like yours?"
The fragrance is so appetizing.
Wen Yu: "Maybe it was overheated?"
Zhao Lei moved his eyes reluctantly from the milk carton to the endorsement, and swallowed again: "I'll try warming it up tomorrow, too."
Wen Yu also felt that this cup of milk was too delicious, and he was about to ask Ying Chen if he did something with the milk.
Ying Chen's voice drifted over: "It's just baked, eat it while it's hot."
Then, suddenly there was another paper bag in his hand, in which were a few baked golden and steaming croissants.
Zhao Lei at the same table sniffed along the smell, and his eyes sparkled when he saw the paper bag in Wen Yu's hand: "What are you eating again? It smells so good! Croissant! Where did you buy it? Why is it so delicious?"
Wen Yu hadn't reacted from the magical thing appearing in his hands before he faced a series of salivating questions from his tablemate.
"Just buy whatever you want on the street."
Zhao Lei rubbed his hands: "Try one for my buddy, I will treat you to the cafeteria at noon."
Wen Yu hesitated for a moment, then looked around. As if asking for someone's permission.
At this time, Zhao Lei couldn't wait to take out one from the paper bag, and ate half of it: "It's so delicious! How can it be so fragrant! I can't stand the smell, and it tastes even more delicious!"
"Tell me where you bought it, I must buy a bunch of it tomorrow and eat it!"
The bread was really fragrant, and the pleasant sweet smell quickly spread around. Many students were hooked and looked up.
Even Zhao Xiaoliang, who was sitting in the back row, ran over: "You bought such delicious bread, why don't you share one with me!"
As he spoke, he took one and stuffed it into his mouth.
Other students also came to pick up the fragrance when they asked about it, and soon there were only two left in a bag of bread.
Wen Yu immediately tightened the bag and said, "I haven't eaten breakfast yet, I'll buy some more for you later."
After he tasted it, he found that it was really delicious!
It's no wonder that other students are looking at him eagerly. Now after eating two of them, his mouth is full of soft and sweet taste.
Where did Ying Chen get such delicious bread
Wen Yu couldn't finish it, he took a pen and wrote on the paper: [Where did you buy the bread.]
"You still want to eat?"
A chuckle came, followed by a gust of cool wind, blowing softly on the forehead.
Like being kissed.
Wen Yu couldn't see that no one could get the evidence that he was kissed, so he blushed and quickly wrote on the paper: [Don't affect my class.]
Afterwards, Ying Chen didn't speak anymore, and there was no movement as if he had disappeared. If it wasn't for Wen Yu who could feel his breath, he would have really thought he had left.
Ying Chen was so quiet, but Wen Yu didn't know what to do.
Did he really listen to his own words and stay quietly aside
Or are you unhappy because you came all the way to bring yourself breakfast, but you were treated coldly by yourself
The young man was even more unable to concentrate on his studies, holding the pen and spinning it in his hands, trying to write something on the paper to ask Ying Chen, but he didn't know what to write.
He has never experienced this strange feeling of caring about other people's thoughts, so he doesn't know how to deal with the current situation.
Just when I was conflicted in my heart, Ying Chen's voice came again: "That woman's soul shows signs of dissipating, I have to rush over to collect Lin An's soul. You study hard, and don't forget to go home after school."
After finishing speaking, a gust of cool wind blew through the hair on the top of his head, as if Ying Chen touched the top of his head softly.
Wen Yu was startled, and blurted out without thinking about it, and asked, "Is it going to dissipate? So fast!"
Zhao Lei was disturbed by him and asked strangely: "What? Who are you talking to?"
Wen Yu turned his head: "I'm fine. Go carry your book."
Ying Chen left very quickly, his breath disappeared in an instant.
And Wen Yu, although tens of miles away, because the mana he injected into the woman's dissipated soul collided with him, and the familiar ancient memories were opened up little by little.
Wen Yu lay on the table with his eyes closed, and saw his previous life.
In the dark night, he was carried by a thin body and fled. Behind them came the sound of fire and chasing, and he shouted anxiously:
"Lin An, put me down and let me run by myself!"
Lin An was panting, his running legs were too tired and trembling, but he insisted on carrying him: "Master, no way, your foot is injured."
"I'm fine, put me down!" He struggled to get off his back, and the force he exerted caused Lin An, who was already exhausted, to stagger and fall heavily to the ground.
The two rolled onto the weedy ground at the same time.
Under the cold white moonlight shining on the field in the middle of the night, he saw Lin An's thinner body rolling on the ground, he gave a painful 'uh', and then groaned and groaned in a low voice.
"Lin An, what's wrong with you?"
Wen Yu hurriedly went to help him, took his arm but touched the sticky hot blood, it was Lin An's blood.
"You were injured too, why didn't you say it earlier!" Wen Yu was annoyed and blamed himself: "You have been running on my back for so long."
Lin An completely ignored, watching the sound of pursuit getting closer, pushed Wen Yu and shouted anxiously: "Master, there is no time, you run away, leave me alone!"
Wen Yu fell to the ground and snorted coldly: "No matter how fast I run, I can run as fast as those horses. Wen's family has been raided, where else can I escape?"
"How can you say such a thing!"
Lin An interrupted him sternly: "Your Excellency was framed, and there will always be a day when you will be redressed. Young Master, you must live and wait for that day."
The hooves of the chasing horses gradually shook the ground and the fire that pierced the night was like a signal of death.
And the shouts of those who were chasing became more and more clear, they shouted: "If you catch Master Wen, there will be a reward! If you catch Master Wen, there will be a reward!"
Wen Yu sneered: "Reward? How much am I worth? Lin An, you arrest me and hand them over to them. After you get the reward, you can go find a place to live. You can also be regarded as our Wen family."
Snapped!
A crisp sound broke the surrounding silence.
Wen Yu turned his face to one side, looked at the always docile Lin An in astonishment, and even slapped him.
"Master, what nonsense are you talking about, you"
Lin An's voice trembled, but he grabbed his robe forcefully and took it off for him: "Remember, from now on I am Wen Yu, the young master of the Wen family, and you are my servant Lin An!"
Wen Yu: "Stop, what are you doing!"
Lin An pressed his hand, calmly and sternly: "Master, you said that once you set up a family, you will remove my slave status and let me study and get a job like all men in the world."
"You must live well and fulfill your promise! If you don't obey me, I will die for you now!"
Lin An's stern look made Wen Yu not know how to answer for a while. Just in the blink of an eye, Lin An had already quickly taken off his coarse blue robe, and changed it into his own satin and brocade robe.
It's just that he still doesn't know what kind of disaster the change of identity will bring to Lin An.
Time flies.
He was imprisoned in a dark, dank dungeon, surrounded by musty smells and a sickening smell of blood.
Lin An was tied to the torture rack, and the silk brocade robe had been whipped into broken strips, covered with heavy dark blood stains, dripping drop by drop on the worn straw mat.
The men who tortured said they were asking for a confession, but they were actually venting their sadistic desires: "I heard that the young master of the Wen family is very delicate. He can't be left like a dog now, let me say something soft, please, man, man, young man. Let you suffer."
"Oh, don't say it. Let's see if your bones are hard or our whip is hard."
Then, there was another frightening sound of whipping like rain.
Every time he hit, he should have slapped himself.
Wen Yu clenched the door tightly with both hands, bit his tongue and swallowed the hot bloody smell of hatred, his red eyes held back the tears that could do nothing for him.
Under the violence of those people, Lin An still warned him with weak eyes from time to time:
Don't say it, or it will be two people who will suffer!
Wen Yu lay down on the desk in the classroom, tears streaming down silently wet his arms and soaked the paper.