When I woke up, I was beaten to death by a stranger

Chapter 3 Who is the man? ?

"What do you want to know?" Valentin sat on the chair beside the bed, squinted over, and said bluntly.

After I was picked up from the snow by him, I was thrown back on the bed. The quilt and cup were all back, and there was an extra marshmallow in the fresh chocolate.After Valentin threw me back, he held the cigarette packs one by one, and there were a few more cigarette butts on the two hills. For twenty to ten minutes, neither of us made a sound.He finished smoking, sat in front of me, said he had had enough, asked me what was going on, and asked me to tell me everything I knew and what I didn't know.I thought about it for a long time, and then mumbled, "Tell me first, why am I here?"

"You're lying here because you were in a fucking car accident," Valentin spat into the ashtray, "and you fell apart and nearly died."

"What? What?" I was dumbfounded, and hurriedly lowered my head to touch my bones, "—ah, I said why can't I walk!"

Valentin scolded: "Lie down for so long, a son will be born, your rotten bones will be healed soon."

I stretched out my leg and kicked it. Apart from being weak, I didn’t feel any pain. Only then did I realize something was wrong: "How long have I been lying down? The bone needs to recover for at least three months—"

"A whole year," interrupted Valentin roughly, "you have been lying there for a whole year."

What do you say?No matter how stupid I am, I can't listen to it anymore. I don't even make a draft of this nonsense. Not to mention that I don't have the impression of being in a car accident at all. It's ridiculous to stay in a stranger's house without consciousness for a year. Why am I sick? Don't go to the hospital to lie down?Come and lie down in this small place like him!

But I didn't dare to show my emotions, so I pretended to be convinced and asked, "It must have been a very serious car accident! How did the driver handle the accident? How could I get into a car accident when I was fine?"

"Who knows why you rushed to the road!" cried Valentin, irritated. "You're out of your mind!"

Seeing him being so manic, I flinched a bit, so I held the chocolate in my arms and took a few sips in silence. As a result, my throat choked up, and it took me a long time to say anything: "But shouldn't I be in the hospital?"

"Where did I get the money to let you stay in a private hospital for a year!" Valentin smacked his lips in dissatisfaction and stretched his legs. I looked over and saw that his trousers were shabby and he was wearing a pair of old boots with no color. , with some dark marks, like paint paint or something.

I scooped up a marshmallow and put it in my mouth, mumbled in a low voice, "...why did you save me?"

He didn't say a word, I chewed the marshmallow slowly, it was filled with chocolate, and a thick syrup burst out, very sweet, so sweet that it made my heart soften, thinking that he might not be lying.So I asked again:

"Are you my friend?"

He was still motionless, looking a little slumped. I observed him and thought, if the car accident was real, my headache would make sense, but the "amnesia" is still too unbelievable for me. I am in my twenties. When did New Year's Day look like an idol drama?It's also possible that he's just playing tricks on me. I don't believe that he dares to say that he is my friend, and I don't know him——

"Yes." He hummed unexpectedly.

But he couldn't produce any evidence.

"Photos? Text messages? You don't even save my contacts?" I questioned him, "What kind of friend are you?"

"I'll recite it for you now!" He stood up with a clatter, babbled a series of numbers, and at the same time took out his mobile phone and tapped it. Two seconds later, music sounded strangely on the bedside table, accompanied by the sound of people breathing— — Listening to this chorus, it should be the lovecats of thecure, but it is indeed my mobile phone.

I turned over to get it, and saw three huge pink hearts on the caller ID. I was startled, suspicious and ashamed, pushed myself on the bed, and pretended to say: "That's not sure, at most you know me , maybe just an acquaintance."

"Which fucking acquaintance has nothing to recite your phone number!" He went crazy with rage, scratching his hair, "Fuck|Your Ivan, you are so unreasonable! Oh my god, I chose you to do something instead of letting you die Got it on the road! I'm really sick..."

I turned the phone over and peeked at the three love hearts secretly. There was a faint suspicion in my heart. As soon as this thought came out, I blushed and my heart beat, and my heart was terrified. I didn’t dare to look at the screen anymore, and I didn’t dare to look at him again Eye.Valentin had nothing to do with me, and finally lost the battle: "Forget it, you can do whatever you want. You are awake anyway, and you can't leave if you like. Your passport and wallet are all under the bedside table, check for yourself to see if it has expired; Xue, the airport is closed and the roads are closed, if you insist on going, you have to go by yourself, I will not send you off."

As he said that, he knelt down to pack my things for me. At this time, the sun was about to set again, and a golden light came in from the room, shining on his arms. His skin was golden, showing the veins and veins, extending from his shoulders to his elbows; His copper hair was piled up in a mess on the top of his head, and he never took care of it when he saw it; he was angry, and he would ping-pong with things, but accidentally bumped into his hand, and cursed loudly in pain. I couldn't understand, probably his native dialect.Valentin stood up and blocked the window. The light from his neck cast a soft halo on him, making his description vague and unreal; I couldn't explain why, but I felt flustered and short of breath, and quietly looked up at him, His chest was gradually surging, and he could hardly bear it any longer.

"What are you looking at me for?" He was backlit, his face was hidden in the darkness, and his expression could not be seen clearly; the distant roar of an airplane could be heard from the sky outside the window, while the room was very quiet, as if he had sunk into another world.I handed the phone over by accident, stared at him and said, "Whose number is this?"

The screen illuminated Valentin's face, his eyebrows first knit together, then gradually loosened, then raised high, and finally raised his eyes to look back at me.I don't know why I read heartbreak from his eyes. He is a stranger who broke into my life, a person of unknown origin, looking at the three hearts, why did he have such a reaction?

"Who the hell are you..." I muttered unconsciously.The screen went off, Valentin's face darkened again, and I no longer expected him to give me any answer.

But he suddenly pulled the back collar and began to take off his clothes, exposing the entire upper body, just as I thought—the muscles are well-proportioned and full, and the chest is sparsely decorated with light-colored fluff.He threw the vest on the ground and turned to take my clothes off. I was so scared that I hid back: "What are you going to do?!"

He pointed at my waist while pulling on my clothes, with a stern look on his face: "I don't believe you, you can still deny it." I looked down and saw the big character "Wan" under his ribs, which is exactly what I see on the street on weekdays The italic characters of the foreigner's love pattern are not refined and a little smudged.

I was dumbfounded, and while I wasn't paying attention, he lifted up my clothes, pointed at the same underside of my ribs and said, "Look for yourself."

I saw a nude|male tattoo under my ribs, with two big wings on the back, simple lines, long legs and thin waist, which looks somewhat similar to Valentin.I gasped, raised my head abruptly, then lowered my head abruptly, and looked back and forth several times, but still couldn't believe it, and asked with a trembling voice, "What, what does this mean?"

Valentin sneered twice, picked up the vest from the ground and put it on over his head, covering the word "Wan". With a fierce look in his eyes, he said viciously, "I mean your man."