mistaken for love

Jiang Zhiyan raised his hand to pinch Ye Shu's chin, bowed his head and kissed him.

Ye Shuwu opened his eyes wide, looking at Jiang Zhiyan's face so close, his nose was sour.

"Is it okay if I slap myself in the face?" Jiang Zhiyan kissed him, then smoothed Ye Shu's blood-stained hair on his forehead, and said softly, "You are not dirty."

"So, don't die, don't think about dying, I will treat you well."

Ye Shu laughed lowly when he heard the words, his voice was low and weak, "Mr. Jiang, my right hand...was broken just yesterday...Am I so cheap in your eyes?"

……

When Fang Meng rushed over, Ye Shu fell into Jiang Zhiyan's arms due to excessive blood loss.

Fang Meng was not in a hurry, but when he saw Ye Shu covered in blood, he was so shocked that the medicine box in his hand fell to the ground.

"Fuck Jiang Zhiyan, are you a fucking lunatic?!" Fang Meng yelled, and hurriedly asked the doctor who followed him to take a stretcher. Jiang Zhiyan stood up holding Ye Shu, and said to Fang Meng, "I hold Ye Shu." That's it" and walked out.

Fang Meng didn't have time to be dazed, and followed Jiang Zhiyan into the ambulance outside with the medical kit in hand.

As soon as he got in the car, Jiang Zhiyan gently placed Ye Shu on the bed, and Fang Meng followed and began to help Ye Shu treat the wound.

"He won't die." When he was about to reach the hospital, Jiang Zhiyan suddenly said.

Fang Meng paused with the scissors hand, then raised it up and stared at Jiang Zhiyan, "Believe it or not, I stabbed your wrist with the scissors."

"Well, I'll poke it for you." Jiang Zhiyan put his hand in front of Fang Meng, and said in a flat tone.

Fang Meng gritted his teeth and looked at him, threw the scissors on the ground, and shouted: "I tell you the fuck, you are an idiot! You treat him like this... you will regret it sooner or later!"

"Don't you know he has a problem with his left hand? You still treat him like this!" Fang Meng became more and more angry as he thought about it. If it wasn't for the fact that it was not easy to fight in the ambulance, he really wanted to beat this idiot to death.

Jiang Zhiyan didn't answer this time, but just stared at Ye Shu absentmindedly.

The blood on the face was wiped clean, except for palm prints and bruises, other places were either red and swollen or black and blue, and there were very few good spots.

After being silent for a while, Jiang Zhiyan asked in a low voice: "Fang Meng, did I do something wrong?"

Looking at his confused look, Fang Meng wanted to smile wryly, but also felt that it was not worth it for Ye Shu.

"You did more than a mistake..." Fang Meng stood up, opened the door, and asked someone to help lift Ye Shu off. He jumped out of the car anxiously, and before leaving, he looked back at Jiang Zhiyan, "You are simply unforgivable."

Looking at the backs of a group of people in a hurry, Jiang Zhiyan got off the station and stood there for a while before recovering.

Unforgivable sin...?

……

The lights in the operating room were on for a long time, and the red marks in the eyes made people irritated. Jiang Zhiyan stood outside and waited.

He knew that Ye Shu was seriously injured, he knew that he shouldn't have broken his right hand, and he knew that he was sorry for this person.

He knows a lot, but he doesn't know what to do.

The door of the operating room was pulled open suddenly, Jiang Zhiyan suddenly looked up, Fang Meng closed the door of the operating room, then took off his mask and walked towards Jiang Zhiyan.

Jiang Zhiyan looked at him, then received Fang Meng's punch with no expression on his face, and he staggered a step.

Fang Meng took a deep breath, suppressed the urge to do it again, and said with an angry smile: "He called you back then, begging you to come and see him, let him take a look at you...Do you remember what you said?"

"When... when?" Jiang Zhiyan frowned in confusion.

"In his second year in prison, he was almost killed. Lying on the hospital bed, he begged me to lend him his mobile phone to call you, and asked you how you were doing... Later, I couldn't take it anymore, please come and see Look at him, how did you answer?"

Jiang Zhiyan was taken aback for a moment, and looked at Fang Meng stiffly.

When Ye Shu made that call, he was flirting with someone in a bar.

Hearing Ye Shu begging himself to go and see him on the phone, just to see him, he just felt impatient, taunted him a few words, and hung up the phone.

What kind of mocking words... Jiang Zhiyan frowned, suddenly couldn't remember.

Fang Meng looked at him coldly, and said word by word: "Are you stupid in jail? What do you do? It's none of my business? Don't call if you have nothing to do. I feel disgusted when I hear your voice." After speaking, Fang Meng looked at Jiang Zhiyan There was sarcasm in his eyes, "Really? Young Master Jiang?"

"...how do you know?" Jiang Zhiyan put on a pale face, and slowly clenched the hand hanging by his side.

"I was staring at him when he was on the phone. Didn't you say that he did all kinds of evil? Let's see if he can kill people with his mobile phone." Fang Meng said with a sneer, feeling that there was nowhere to vent his anger, Fang Meng kicked him down The trash can next to him, "I don't care if you want to play, but you have to treat people like human beings anyway!"

Jiang Zhiyan smiled after listening to this sentence, "Why not be a human being?"

"You treat him like this if you want to treat him like a human being?" Fang Meng almost laughed, and asked again: "Would you treat him like this if you treated him like a human being?"

"I didn't do anything to him." Jiang Zhiyan said coldly, his face was already swollen where he was punched before.

After hearing this, Fang Meng didn't speak for a long time, sighed, leaned back on the bench next to him, and sat down.

"After that phone call, he committed suicide." Fang Meng reached out and rummaged in his white coat, and suddenly remembered that he was undergoing surgery just now, and Jiang Zhiyan just sat down, so he reached out his hand to rummage in Jiang Zhiyan's coat, and finally found out After taking out a pack of cigarettes, Jiang Zhiyan reached out and took one away. Fang Meng lit the fire with his cigarette, exhaled a puff of smoke ring and said softly: "You are calm, you are not surprised at all."

Jiang Zhiyan bent down to help up the trash bin kicked down by Fang Meng, shook the ashes, and said softly: "He is not a strong person, suicide can be guessed."

Fang Meng almost didn't go up after hearing this, he was choked by the smoke, "Ahem——" Just as he was about to sneer, he saw Jiang Zhiyan's hand holding the cigarette trembling.

Lowering his eyes, Fang Meng asked softly, "Do you like him?"

"He doesn't like me, why should I like him?" Jiang Zhiyan frowned and asked, he couldn't hold the cigarette with trembling hands, as if he hadn't realized it yet.

Fang Meng was stunned for a few seconds, probably understanding where Jiang Zhiyan's brain is, and he kicked Jiang Zhiyan's leg, "You are a fucking mentally retarded!"

Jiang Zhiyan looked down at the footprints on his trouser legs, his face darkened, "It seems that Ye Shu can't die."

"..." Fang Meng choked for a moment, threw the cigarette butt into the trash can, lowered his eyes and sighed: "I can't die, but he got a hole in his left wrist, and there were thirteen suicides before." The wound, the left hand will be stiffer than before."

Before the words finished, Fang Meng's collar was picked up by Jiang Zhiyan. Jiang Zhiyan looked at Fang Meng in astonishment, his hands were shaking, and his voice was trembling: "Thirteen what?"

Fang Meng raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, thirteen what?

It turned out that I didn't know, no wonder I was so calm.

Fang Meng pulled his hand and said with a smile: "The wound of suicide, don't worry, I will introduce you one by one later."

After listening to Fang Meng's words, Jiang Zhiyan's hand slowly loosened and then slowly tightened, leaving thirteen wounds.

—— Zhiyan, have you counted the strokes of your name?

Support four paintings, Yan nine paintings.

Thirteen paintings by Zhi Yan.

So, he committed suicide thirteen times.

Thirteen times, that's why... you have to hide it from me no matter what?

"Is he seriously injured?" After a long time, Jiang Zhiyan threw the burnt cigarette in his hand into the trash can, stood up, and looked up at the red light outside the operating room.

Fang Meng knew that he had said it, so he didn't taunt anymore, leaning on the chair and said lightly: "Isn't your suit and shirt covered with blood?"

Jiang Zhiyan looked down at his clothes, almost all of them were dyed red.

"He committed suicide for the first time. In the infirmary, there was no knife or glass. He borrowed a pen from the nurse, a 0.28 fine nib." Fang Meng looked at the blood on his clothes, and smiled helplessly: "He stuck the tip of the pen into his wrist, then slashed hard... and finally bit it with his teeth."

"Tear apart your own flesh and blood bit by bit."

"Is it not ridiculous for you to say that he is not strong?"

Jiang Zhiyan remained expressionless, but his hand hanging on the side was twitching nervously.

"It's more normal in the back, using a knife, glass, I didn't say his teeth, I really want to break them off for him, damn it, those prison guards also eat dry food, let those people bring sharp objects into prison." Fang Meng forcefully Hammered down the chair, and cursed with an ugly face: "This idiot Ye Shu begged someone to give him a knife to kill himself, and he would do whatever others asked him to do, except that he wouldn't let people touch his back because of your cleanliness, and other things He suffers one by one, wanting to die with all his heart.”

"When he was sent to me No. 13 times, Ye Shu said that he wanted to survive and begged me to save him. At that time, his left hand was almost half disabled, and his right eye became amblyopia due to being injured by something... and His left ear was beaten and deaf."

Jiang Zhiyan listened quietly, occasionally when Fang Meng raised his eyes to look at him, he could find Jiang Zhiyan's body trembling.

"It's fate for him to suffer, otherwise... now it's all ashes, and I don't know why you have such a big enmity with him? Why don't you just have a fight with you? Just let it go to prison, and find someone to bully him. "Fang Meng originally felt that he was sorry for Ye Shu because of his preconceived ideas, but now he wanted to slap Jiang Zhiyan with emotion.

Jiang Zhiyan put his hands in his pockets expressionlessly, and said after a long while: "...he..." Clenched his hands tightly in his pockets, Jiang Zhiyan said coldly, "He fucked my sister."

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