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

Chapter 5

Valentin was right, there was indeed a blizzard that night, and the wind made the roof creak, as if it was about to be toppled over at any time.His house is really a 1B1B. Excluding the bathroom and kitchen, there is only one bedroom in total, which is also used as a living room.The storm made the mobile phone unable to connect to the Internet. Fortunately, there are still a few TV stations with stable signals, and I can pass the time by watching the news.

Valentin cooked red cabbage soup, I curled up on the bed with a bowl in my arms, I didn’t turn on the light, only the light of the TV was cast on the wall, because he said that the last time the storm blew the cable, which made the light flickering all the time, which was not good for the bulb. This time it simply can't be opened.He took a shower, didn't wear the vest again, and put on a loose cotton T-shirt. His hair was wet and no longer disheveled, and he looked very young.He was standing by the bed with a bowl in his hand, not knowing whether he should go to bed or not, I saw his hesitation, and leaned in quickly to make room for him, but he gave me a quick look, full of disbelief.

After eating so many beatings, I quickly reacted and said quickly: "I don't like you, let me make room for you. Come up quickly."

He has long hands and long legs, and he made a lot of noise when he went to bed. He unceremoniously pulled half of the quilt, and muttered: "I really don't understand why you have the nerve to say that." I had already discovered it, and Valentin was very afraid that I would show a little mind It means that if I do this, he will either be angry or gloomy, but in the end he will return to sadness.

The TV is broadcasting news, it is a small TV station, and it specializes in gossip about the neighbors. At this moment, it is talking about a case of news. The husband lost his memory due to a car accident and can't remember anything. However, he woke up and proposed to his wife who took care of him the next day.My hand holding the bowl froze, and the atmosphere became delicate. The host of the TV station had no eyesight, and kept saying, "Take care of my bedridden husband for eight months", "Always fall in love with the same person", "Bad luck can't be done" I can't stop them from falling in love" and such sour words made my heart skip a beat.

I sneaked a look at Valentin, and he really didn't look very good, he even stopped chewing, and he didn't move for a long time with a spoon in his hand.This news was made in an extremely mysterious way, as if the love of this couple was incomparable and unique, and no one else was as passionate as them; but only I knew that this was actually true for me.

After so many days, any normal person will try to call the police when encountering such a situation, but my thoughts of running away gradually fade away, and I only focus on knowing who this Valentin is; Thinking of the reason for this, there is only one thing that is clear - I really don't want to leave him.I was in a trance when I saw the news. I took a sip of the soup, grinned my teeth and burst into tears. Valentin was sitting next to me. I was afraid that he would not be able to spit it out when he saw this stupid look, so I swallowed it hard. go down.

"are you crazy?"

I was so choked by these words that I coughed loudly, and my lungs were about to vomit. Valentin couldn't stand it any longer, and grabbed my bowl: "Could it be that I need to blow the cold to feed you? Can't you let me rest for a few minutes? It's annoying as hell."

I said intermittently: "I'm sorry, I didn't know you saw it..." I coughed until my eyes were blurred, and I vaguely felt his big hand reaching out to pat me on the back, and my heart was filled with strange kindness, as if I had known him for a long time time.

It snowed heavily for several days, Valentin and I stayed at home all day watching dramas and TV, but did not sleep with me at night.Even though I said many times that he slept in his bed, he still wanted to lie on the old sofa in the living room by himself, and muttered something about his sleeping habits.I felt ashamed, so I volunteered to cook for him, but after I forgot to turn off the stove tightly, which caused Valentin to smell the pungent gas smell as soon as he entered the room, he didn't let me touch the stove without saying anything. Allow me to fight.

Valentin's cooking is not very good, and he often forgets to season it. The only delicious thing is the braised pork rice. I thought he bought the braised pork rice outside, but I didn't expect that he made it himself.He usually can't say much, and most of the time I ask him to answer, and he doesn't say anything else after answering, as if avoiding mentioning anything.I was afraid that he would get bored of me, so I gradually stopped looking into it, thinking that it would be clear sooner or later anyway.During this period, I made him angry a lot, and when he got angry, he couldn't help but use force, his arms and muscles swelled, and he was full of anger; but I found that as long as I showed a shrinking look, he would bear it, at most speaking It doesn't look good to me.I often wondered if he was a bit manic, and wanted to persuade him to see a doctor, but I would inevitably be beaten again if I brought it up, so I gave up and continued to pretend to be crazy in front of him.

Valentin wasn't always angry, however.

Everything started because of braised pork rice.The heavy snow continued for several days, and Valentin also ate me braised pork rice for several days. I felt a little uncomfortable after eating it, and I dared not tell him for fear of hurting his heart, and he forbade me to cook, so I just had to bite the bullet Continue to cook rice.The snow stopped for a while that day, and Valentin said that he was going to get some wine from the house, leaving me alone at home. I was lying on the bed bored, and suddenly I heard a familiar dining car music, my spirits were lifted, and I took my wallet. Went out for a change of appetite.As a result, the dining car was not found, and the road was lost for a while. When I found the original road, Valentin's car had already parked at the house.

My heart was in turmoil and I wanted to rush into the house, but for some reason I hid in the woods and didn't move.After a while, Valentin appeared.

He looked very anxious, his coat was open, and he must have taken it off before he had time. He took off one of his gloves and kept breathing on his lips. He swung his head left and right, and ran around the room. I heard him shout: "——Ivan? Ivan?" He couldn't help cursing after shouting, "Get out of here, you bastard! Fuck you, Ivan!" He kept searching inside and outside the house like this.He stopped calling him "Ivan" and started calling him "Wan" instead, but the tune kept changing. After listening for a long time, I realized that he was calling him "Wan".Seeing that he was about to get in the car, I hurried over and pretended to hear him: "Hey! You're back!"

He had already turned on the car lights, which made it hard for me to open my eyes. When I heard the sound of his closing the car door, I closed my eyes even more tightly, sweating profusely in my heart—I am afraid that I will inevitably be beaten today.

"Where have you been?" he asked.

"I want to go out for a stroll." I concealed.

"Go in a snowy day?" He said in a rough voice, as if he was suppressing his anger strongly.

I squinted my eyes and said honestly, "I heard the sound of the dining car and wanted to go out and buy something to eat."

"Don't you still have braised pork rice?"

"..." My heart sank, and I simply told the truth, "I eat it every day, I can't eat it anymore."

Sure enough, he looked angry, so I said first: "I want to eat the red cabbage soup you made."

"...why is it so hard to serve you?" Although he was still dissatisfied, he was not angry. He turned around, got in the car, turned off the engine, jumped off and walked back, "Bought some potatoes on the way, you are lucky."

I followed him closely and asked, "There are so many dishes in the kitchen, why do you only eat braised pork rice?"

He glared at me: "If you don't eat it, it will be ruined."

I was confused: "It's been four or five days since I ate it, I should have almost eaten it—"

"I marinated a whole pig."

As soon as the words came out, I fell silent and just followed him with my head buried.He is tall and has a good stride, but he has to take a long stride to step on his footprints; I think, what is Valentin walking so fast, what is he busy doing?In the heavy snow, he lived alone, with no parents waiting to go home, no customers waiting to repair cars, and no children waiting to be fed, but he left faster than anyone else, as if he wanted to get rid of me, but I think He didn't really want to get rid of me, he was afraid that I would leave.

Then the snow stopped, and Valentin had said it was time to see me off, but neither of us mentioned it.When the stewed pork at home was finally finished, Valentin said that he would go to the city sometime, and he would bring me with him to check his brain.