The man behind the scenes: My entry is so evil that it's crazy

The meaning of a late-night snack is far more than the taste of the food, but also the precious friendship contained in it. This emotion is the most mellow and delicious seasoning in cooking.

The last time I had such a delicious meal.

Therefore, Feng Yuhuai was interrupted by his father's phone call during the midnight snack, and he felt a little guilty about it.

She squatted down, letting her eyes remain the same as Xiaojuan, and apologized seriously:

"Sorry Xiaojuan, my father really doesn't know how to call when he is picking. If I don't answer, he will keep calling. This is how older men are. They don't have a sense of proportion to their children, which is suffocating."

Xiaojuan looked at Feng Yuhuai with tears in her eyes. The other party's tone was still gentle, even more gentle than usual, and her cheeks were still sweet, and even became more and more gorgeous because of her red lips.

But Xiaojuan just felt like falling into an ice cave, and she felt no warmth in her heart.

Seeing that Xiaojuan didn't speak, Feng Yuhuai reached out and pulled Xiaojuan's arms that were twisted into a twist, as if she was acting coquettish among her best friends:

"Don't be angry. Let's do this. I'll let my father come to apologize to you in person in the future. If that's not enough, I can let my mother come too. How about it, hehehe--"

Xiaojuan didn't feel that her body was hurt too much, because Feng Yuhuai thoughtfully used the red thread to help her block the pain sensing. She only felt that her body was soaked in a hot spring, numb.

But her heart and soul were as painful as if they were fryed in a pan.

Xiaojuan tried her best, and her stiff tongue spit out a faint voice intermittently: "Why?, why?"

Feng Yuhuai was stunned for a moment, and then he realized what Xiaojuan was asking. She replied very seriously:

"Because I'm hungry, I have to eat when I'm hungry. In our bedroom, you are the one I like the most. Do you have the heart to see me hungry?"

Xiaojuan tilted her head, her left eyeball was shriveled and dehydrated and fell out of her eye sockets, and her black eye sockets were directly facing Feng Yuhuai:

"Yazhi, did you eat-Yazhi?"

Feng Yuhuai showed a strong look of nostalgia on her face, and there seemed to be a hint of indescribable sadness in the corners of her eyes. She nodded sadly:

"Well, that was the first time I was hungry. I was so panicked at that time that I didn't taste it much. Whenever I think about it, I still feel sorry for Yazhi."

Xiaojuan's only beautiful eyes were filled with sadness and sorrow. After a long silence, she finally squeezed out a few words with difficulty:

"How did you become like this?"

I don’t know if it’s because the night snack tonight was very delicious, but Feng Yuhuai felt that his brain had returned to clear light, just as if the split brain matter was reorganized into one, regaining the completeness of the past.

Her words became smoother again, and her expression returned to the vividness and vitality of the past.

Feng Yuhuai stretched out his hand, gently brushing Xiaojuan's trembling eyelashes with his fingertips. On this quiet night, she shared the secrets hidden deep in her heart with her best friend:

"I remember that day, Yang Tuo sent me home, and then, I left him in that room. I thought I could escape, but in the end, I escaped and I was taken to that black room The clinic, and then, it became like this….”

Feng Yuhuai sighed long, and his pupils turned into two rotating coils:

"Do you know, when I realized the source of all this was caused by my brother, I hated him so much. I called him several times and wanted to ask him out for a meal with him, but unfortunately, he always I don't answer my phone."

"You are the best Xiaojuan. As soon as I call you, you will come with me obediently, hehe--"

"But then, I suddenly didn't hate him so much. Instead, I began to thank my brother because if it weren't for him, I would never have had the chance to taste such delicious food that could touch the soul."

Feng Yuhuai gently licked the blood on the corner of his lips, and then asked his best friend with a sincere and complex emotion:

"What do you think, Xiaojuan, do you think I should hate my brother or should I be grateful to him?"

Xiaojuan opened her mouth and couldn't speak.

At this time, Feng Yuhuai seemed to have suddenly remembered something. She quickly picked up her phone, opened the news page, and then pasted the phone screen on Xiaojuan's face, and smiled foolishly:

"My annoying father wanted to deceive me. Actually, I knew in the afternoon that something happened to my stupid brother. He seemed to have killed someone, and then was discovered by the police station and was about to be arrested."

"My stupid brother can mess up the little thing about murder. Xiaojuan, you said, how could I have such a stupid brother? Hehehe--"

Xiaojuan widened her raised eyes. She felt that her eyes were gradually dehydrating and becoming shriveled, and Feng Yuhuai in front of her was also slowly becoming blurred.

In a trance, she seemed to see a blurred red shadow lying on Feng Yuhuai's head.

The shadow looks like a rag doll that Feng Yuhuai used to be placed on the bedside and later accidentally lost.

The doll was lying on Feng Yuhuai's head, with her bright red mouth open, as if gnawing on her head.

She was eating Feng Yuhuai, just like Feng Yuhuai was eating me? ! !

The light in Xiaojuan's eyes gradually dimmed. She looked at the doll, and it seemed to smile strangely at her.

Xiaojuan closed her eyes weakly, and she used her last faint strength to whisper softly:

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

"Yuhuai, monster..."

No one can know whether her last words were cursing Feng Yuhuai to become a monster or reminding her that there was a monster above her head.

But Feng Yuhuai decided it was the former. The smile on her face instantly frozen, like the frost that suddenly came in winter, and a creepy darkness crawled out between her eyebrows and eyes.

She raised her hand and buckled it on Xiaojuan's head. Countless red lines surged, breaking Xiaojuan's body into new blood lines, and then pulling it back into her body like a thread.

"Xiaojuan, I treat you as my closest roommate. I secretly tell you all my secrets. How could you say so cruelly that I am a monster?"

Feng Yuhuai's eyes showed strange anger, but it quickly calmed down and turned into a chuckle:

"But I don't blame you. When you integrate into my body, you will understand me completely. We will always be close friends like before, just like Yazhi. What do you think, Yazhi? Zhi?”

Amid the hilarious laughter, Feng Yuhuai's shoulders were crevicted, and a human face woven from red lines appeared, which was clearly the shape of Lu Yazhi. She was showing a strange smile in line, as if she was welcoming and embracing what she hadn't seen for a long time. Best friend.

In a blink of an eye, the intertwined red lines melted like a receding tide and re-entered into Feng Yuhuai's body, as if they had never appeared before.

On the ground, only a pool of abandoned clothes and a cell phone that had lit the screen.

On the screensaver of the phone, there are photos of several best friends snuggling with each other. The frozen picture contrasts with her head snuggling with each other on her shoulders at this time, like an eternal picture telling friendship.

Warm, beautiful, never separated...