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

Chapter 4

I was shocked by this bold and fiery courtship, and I was speechless for a long time, but Valentin seemed to have let out a bad breath, and stood there looking at me with a provocative face.After I reacted, I felt a little hot in the face, and I dodged his gaze everywhere: "You man, what are you talking about..." My heart was pounding, my brain was beating, and I squinted at Walen Jing, his lips are tightly closed, like a beauty god, people can't take their eyes off at the first sight, and they have some shady thoughts; but this idea has come true here, making me almost crazy with joy, my face But he didn't dare to show any affection, for fear that he was teasing me.

Seeing my voice like a gnat, he knew he had won, threw my pile of things to the ground, ignored me, and turned his head to smoke and sulk.I slapped my face twice, not knowing how to answer, the atmosphere was a bit awkward.Now, I have too many things that I can’t remember, and it makes sense to say that I lost my memory, but this matter remains to be seen; more importantly, what’s more important is that I am staring at Valentin’s back, he is 1.9 meters closer , with a beautiful face and a bad temper, such a proud Russian man actually said that he and I fell in love early, and was willing to leave an eternal mark on it.I thought of the shocking word "Guan", crooked and ugly, it was a waste of money when it was stabbed on his skin; I have lived for more than [-] years, and no one has ever praised my name , and no one has ever written it seriously. In fact, there are many people who have written typos, but this stranger suddenly appeared with my name engraved like that, like traveling through time and space, and also like destiny.I put my hand into my clothes and secretly stroked the naked male angel under my ribs. I don’t remember how or where I stabbed it, such clumsy and distorted lines, such an imperfect human shape, it is absolutely impossible for me to It's tattooed on my body, but it's actually in my skin, between the flesh and blood, near the ribs, which is the most romantic part of the human body.

I took out my mobile phone, trying to find some clues, but I failed to enter the password several times, so I had an idea and changed it to Valentin's name, but it was still wrong.Valentin, who was smoking, heard the voice, glanced over, and said, "Valya."

I suddenly choked, who didn't know that Valya was Valentin's nickname!Enter Valentin, and as expected, he unlocked the screen, blushing and dripping with cold sweat: How much does this Valentin know about me?

However, apart from the contact cards of the three pink hearts, I got nothing on social media or text messages, including the locked photos, and there was no sign of Valentin at all.I asked myself that I am a person who likes po life, if there is a lover, why is there no trace of it?Having doubts in my heart, I put the phone aside, lay on the bed and looked at Valentin. His cigarette was exhausted, and the two ashtrays on the table couldn't fit any more, so he walked out the door with an ashtray in one hand. Walking, raised one foot to open the door, but the door was too heavy, he lost his balance, and with a tilt of his hand, most of the hill of cigarette butts scattered down, and the air was filled with soot.Valentin kept swearing, and they were all uncommon words. Just as I was fascinated by them, he suddenly turned his face and scolded angrily: "Broken hand? Don't you know to open the door?"

Then I slipped over to support the door for him, and watched him push two ashtrays into the snow at the door, kick some snow at will, and barely cover it, and there are many other cigarette butts beside him.When he came in, I closed the door and said, "Do you smoke a lot?"

Valentin ignored me, threw the lighter and the cigarette case on the table, and began to put on a sweater, and then put on the coat again, and I realized it later: "Are you going out?" I thought about it , is a good time to escape.

He glared at me, didn't say a word, turned over the shovel and squatted at the door to shovel snow.It was very windy at the door, so I shrank behind the door frame and watched him shovel. He shoveled quickly and cleanly, and he should do these things on weekdays. I remembered that he was obviously thin, but his arms were very strong, so I asked on a whim: " What do you do?"

He had already shoveled a path, and without turning his head, he replied, "It's an auto repairer."

I turned my head to look at the sundries he piled up in the room, and the wrench toolbox was just lying around, no wonder it looked like a warehouse; the door was wide open, and the blowing made me a little cold, and I felt very sorry to see him shoveling snow alone, so I yelled, "Want to help?" He didn't answer, so I just put on some clothes and picked up a small shovel and followed him to shovel.

"How old are you this year?" I asked while turning my head sideways while shoveling.

He muttered something, but I didn't catch it: "Huh?"

"27!" he yelled.I was a little embarrassed, thinking about it, it was not the same year, and the auto repairer was definitely not my classmate.I don't know how I know him?

He shoveled a small path to the fence gate in a few strokes, and I chased after him and asked, "You've been at home all day, don't you have to go to work?"

He stopped, finally looked back at me, and said, "What's none of your business?"

I immediately bowed my head, not knowing how to answer.He also seemed to regret saying that, turned around and left in a hurry, the shovel was thrown outside the door, making a blunt iron impact sound.I trotted in with him, shutting out the cold and wind, and whispered:

"I want to know more about you." Valentin was busy taking off his coat, but he didn't know if he heard it.

He put on his vest again, with his arms bare, and squatted on the ground smoking a cigarette. It took a long time before he squinted and said, "You don't know me." He muttered a few words that I didn't understand, and then said, "...It's been snowing heavily for the past few days, and the roads are difficult to walk. No one comes to repair the car, and I don't go to work. When the snow stops, I will send you back."

Where are you going?return home?Or go back to my home in Moscow?I didn't know much, so I just nodded, and Valentin always ignored me and said nothing for a while.The room was too quiet, so I looked left and right, saw the sweater on his body, and finally took the opportunity to praise him: "You look so good in this sweater!"

Unexpectedly, his face became stiff again, and after looking at me several times, he said vaguely, "It's all given by someone else."

I clicked my tongue and praised: "I can't bear to buy this fashion brand clothes for myself. That man treats you so kindly!"

After hearing this, Valentin glanced over suddenly, and I looked at him with a smirk before I knew it.After that, he stopped talking, and squatted on the ground smoking one cigarette after another. I held my chin and watched the dust in the smoke fall on the bridge of his nose, and suddenly felt that it was worth dying in the hands of such a handsome guy. .

"Why are you staring at me all the time?" Valentin said suddenly, which made me tremble in fright; now that I was caught, I had to confess embarrassingly, and laughed straight away: "I think you look good, die!" It's worth it in your hands."

However, Valentin's face suddenly changed, anger and heartache surged up together, and I could clearly hear his voice crying in astonishment:

"Say that one more time and you'll get the hell out of here. I mean it. It's fine without you."