In the bar booth with misty lights, one of them lowered their heads and the other raised their faces, looking at each other with a hazy look and their bodies swayed slightly, like two... low-minded.

"Well, I have it." Sikong Yan said, "Xiaomidou said I have it, I have it."

"You are poison."

"Well, I'm." Sikongyan nodded, his night eyes blinked slowly, as if a wet light was about to overflow from it, "I am everyone's poison, just Xiao Mid Tomato's honey."

"Big Bad guy..." Nan Chen plunged into his arms and hugged his thin waist, "Really?"

"Really." Sikongyan was a little gloomy, "Whoever touches will die, except you."

Nan Chen suddenly felt that his words were true. Looking at their ending, she seemed to be the survivor.

This feeling made her both sweet and sinful.

"You have touched me everywhere, I am dirty and can't get married..." She said in a vague voice.

"I'm dirty, I can't get married anymore." Sikongyan smiled softly.

"Marry Xiao Nidou and I will marry you."

Nanchen giggled, "You can't marry my wife, so I won't do it."

"You have to be responsible for me...you touched me."

Sikongyan's jaw rubbed against her head, itchy. The two of them were silly as if they were foolish.

"Oh, you're so ashamed." Nan Chen raised his face, reached his lips, and took a bite, "The person responsible is to say to the man, let's do this, I'll marry you."

Sikongyan let out a long list of laughter, his shoulders trembled, "Do you want me to marry you?"

"Don't you?"

"Well...if it was Xiaomi bean, I would."

Nan Chen bit his lips again, and this time he tried very hard, Sikong Yan frowned slightly.

"Then let's decide. On the wedding day, you wear a wedding dress and I wear a suit."

Sikongyan's humming voice drowned between the two of them's entangled lips and teeth.

Can this agreement really come true? Nanchen is both happy and sad. It feels like a promise hanging in the distant horizon and can never be fulfilled.

She wanted a wedding for the two of them, secret and sweet. Look at the big bad guy wearing a snow-white wedding dress. She wanted to draw a picture for him and hang it on the wall at the head of the bed.

The bar is not far from the villa, and Nanchen came with the belief of getting drunk, so he didn't let Sikongyan drive.

The two of them walked home in a swaying arms and shoulder to shoulder.

The lights in the city are hazy because of drunkenness.

The world seemed to have become another.

Light and free of worries.

It was like a grand carnival.

In the basement of the northern suburbs, there are also people who are having a soul carnival.

It was so perfect. Sikong Yun peeked at the helpless boy inside through the slender window three centimeters wide and ten centimeters long on the iron door.

It seems like I was then.

The walls of the secret room were painted with black paint, and a light bulb was hung on the ceiling, emitting white light.

There was a dirty cushion and a trash can on the ground.

A flipped book scattered beside the cushion.

A teenager who looked like a twelve or thirteen years old hugged his knees and sat on the cushion tremblingly, staring at the space in fear and helplessness.

On the first day he was locked up, he tried to struggle and resist, kicked the wall constantly, jumped up and reached out to grab the eyes of the small window.

They were a pair of cold and beautiful eyes.

Always peeking at him from a high place.

That look was like looking at an animal.

But the boy was too short, no matter how much he jumped his feet or stretched his arms, he could not reach the edge.

And whenever he does this, he goes hungry.

The next day, he stopped struggling and began to look for an exit in the secret room. He was like playing the escape room game. He groped every corner and every brick gap.

The boy's pale and trembling fingers stroked the dark wall, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

And those eyes, through the gap, looked at him coldly, as if smiling.

The boy finally sat on the ground exhausted. He looked at the eyes and begged, "Who are you? Please let me out..."

No answer.

There was only his empty air crying in the secret room.

It was very cold at night. The boy instinctively looked for something warm. He sat on the cushion and lost time and hope.

The white light bulb above his head was lit up day and night, and he felt dizzy.

There is a small square door similar to a dog hole under the iron gate, and the owner of the eyes will hand him water and food.

Although he was imprisoned, the food was very rich, and sometimes there were fries that children liked the most.

Simple excretion vessels are also handed in from here.

They are all placed on a long tray, and at the other end of the tray is a slender hand wearing latex gloves.

The boy tried to grab that hand several times, but all failed.

The owner of the hand is very strong and will forcefully pull away the tray.

And the result of this is that he will lose food.

As the boy gradually learned his lesson, he realized that he might never be able to get out again.

I will never see my parents, teachers and classmates again.

His eyes became dull and empty.

But when this deep fear and emptiness arrived at a certain point, the boy began his final struggle.

He punched the iron door desperately, and blood splattered.

But he didn't feel any pain at all, as if the broken bones and the splashing blood were all from someone else.

When all this happened, the eyes above the iron gate burst out with crazy light.

The boy finally calmed down and curled up on the cold ground.

The slender hands handed in gauze and alcohol.

The boy murmured like a dream, "Your hands are so beautiful, are you an aunt?"

The steel pallet hit the iron door and clanged, and the small door was slammed.

On the fourth day, he was left with all he could beg.

Her eyes were filled with tears, and she begged to look at the beautiful and enchanting eyes.

"Auntie, please let me go. I will study hard and never skip classes again."

The slender opening was slammed up and the eyes disappeared.

It took a long time, but I didn't come to peek at him again.

In the bedroom on the second floor, Sikong Yun stood in front of the floor mirror, looking at himself.

He was very upset when he was called an aunt.

He approached the mirror and looked at the enchanting eyebrows inside.

Lift the long hair hanging on your chest.

Then, he touched his jaw with a nervousness.

He questioned himself a little...what happened to that dead girl and this little brat. They were so stupid and hateful. Before that, he had never been treated with a gender questioned.

Everyone who sees him says he is a handsome man.

His hair was indeed very light, so he had very few beards. Sometimes a little bit appeared and he would disappear after repairing it.

He walked away from the mirror, lit a cigarette, picked up his phone. Looking at Nanchen's circle of friends, a painting of a perfume bottle in the shape of a sunflower. As he said, there were only three melon seeds left on the round "face" of the sunflower.

Very obedient.

Amberchuan: Good disciple

Nanchen did not return.

Sikong Yun didn't care either. He was very sure that he let her bite the hook.

He turned on the speaker and played a song "Requiem of Valando Town", and continued his creation in the gloomy and sad music.

This is a series of works, and the theme is the boy in the secret room.
To be continued...