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Wen Ying, who has never been in a relationship at this age, helped someone buy nail polish remover for the first time in her life, and it was actually for Jiang Shanglu, a man who was older than him.

He himself felt that this matter was quite inexplicable, but since he himself had voluntarily said it just now, he couldn't just go back on his word, so when he drove to the next intersection, Wen Ying stopped the car and found a nearby shopping mall. Really went in and bought a bottle of nail polish remover for Jiang Shanglu.

"Thank you."

Jiang Shanglu, who was sitting in the back seat, thanked him casually when he raised his hand to take it. Wen Ying didn't say anything, but he was still a little unaccustomed to seeing the black nails of the older man not covered with leather gloves but completely exposed to the air. After Jiang Shanglu noticed his paused gaze, he just smiled and took the initiative to talk to him.

"Doesn't it look a little weird?"

"Fortunately."

It was an attitude that had nothing to do with him. Jiang Shanglu knew that even if a person with his personality didn't like something, he would say that it was okay, so he didn't continue talking to Wen Ying.

When they finally drove the car to Liu Fangshan's old house and stopped, Jiang Shanglu, who got out of the car first, glanced at Wen Ying, who had no intention of getting down at all, and couldn't help asking him a question.

"Are you not going in?"

"It's time for me to get off work today."

He replied directly without mercy at all. Wen Ying's attitude of not getting in the oil and salt made Jiang Shanglu, who has always been thick-skinned, speechless. For a long time, he felt that his mentality was a little bit inexplicable today. The vicissitudes of life Uncle Jiang nodded in a complicated mood and said,

"...Okay, then you go back, be careful on the road."

While saying this, Jiang Shanglu's people didn't move. Wen Ying saw that he was standing still, as if he wanted to see him leave first, so he frowned for no reason and closed the car window, and then Only then slowly started the car and really left like that.

But Jiang Shanglu, who was standing there, saw that he could no longer see the car exhaust left by Wen Ying for a long time, so he smiled helplessly and walked slowly back to Jiang's house behind him with the things in his hand.

After returning home, Sister Liu prepared dinner for him early as usual. Similarly, the dishes on this table were the same as every day before, none of which Jiang Shanglu really liked.

Although he is asked carefully what he wants to eat every day, Jiang Shanglu has never told the truth based on his special situation, and he always tastes the dishes he doesn't like, and it seems that even eating has become a huge burden over time .

"Mr. Jiang, I have your call."

At nine o'clock in the middle of the night, Jiang Shanglu, who was originally staying in his room, vaguely heard Sister Liu calling him downstairs. He usually wouldn't go downstairs at this time because of his physical condition, but when he heard the caller After the person reported his name, Jiang Shanglu, who had already taken a shower and changed into pajamas, thought about it and went downstairs voluntarily.

"Go and rest early."

"Okay, then you go to bed early, too."

Sister Liu, who was wearing a coat, gave him the phone and went back to the bedroom. As the night outside was getting darker, and it was still raining a little in the evening, the biological clock of plants in Jiang Shanglu's body also followed the day and night. The change has reached a delicate point in time.

Seeing that Sister Liu disappeared, Jiang Shanglu's cheekbones were flushed, and an inexplicable erotic smell appeared on Jiang Shanglu's face unconsciously. He relaxed a little and let the strong and highly poisonous smell emanate from the title glands. After the scent of poppies, he casually leaned back on the sofa and picked up the phone that had been waiting for him.

"Hey, what have you found?"

Lying on his back on the leather sofa with a slightly impatient expression, Jiang Shanglu, who was sitting alone in the living room, put his hands on the back of his sore, swollen and painful neck and rubbed it slowly. Sexual desire is also running wild here and there.

He vaguely felt that his body under the smooth pajamas was hot and itchy vilely, and his back was so weak that he could only rub his back and waist against the sofa like a boneless snake to get relief. That's a great voice, the middle-aged man on the other end also replied in a low voice nervously,

"According to what you said... I went to check again in the afternoon. Your situation is similar to those of the two people who couldn't be found, but there is a slight difference. Before that, all your information was there. After that, you All the household registration records in my life have disappeared. I didn’t understand it, so I asked a friend I knew well, but the person checked it for me, and said that it was the files that your old man personally destroyed for you when he was alive. The eldest brother got a forged certificate, and the reason he gave was... yes, he died."

After saying this, the middle-aged man himself became a little scared. He always felt that the Jiang family's family affairs were very strange. After all, as a parent, how could he have the heart to torture his own child like this.

However, Mr. Jiang is so cruel. Not only did he imprison his youngest son, who was a young man at that time, for more than ten years, but he also obstinately wiped away all the traces he had left in this world. Nothing was left behind.

After hearing what he said, Jiang Shanglu on the other end of the phone didn't speak for a long time. Just when the doubtful middle-aged man thought he had hung up the phone, Jiang Shanglu, who was extremely depressed and irritable, even paled, suddenly said with some doubts. He said something to himself.

"... They just want me to die so much, it's better not to come back for the rest of my life, right?"

"Mr. Jiang...you..."

Before the middle-aged man hesitated to say anything, Jiang Shanglu, who was suddenly furious, slammed his phone on the coffee table viciously, and the fragments splashed all over the place, leaving several bloody gashes on his face.

And when Sister Liu, who had already fallen asleep in the bedroom, ran out in fright to see what was going on, she only saw that Jiang Shanglu, who was always kind to her and always seemed so personable when he spoke and acted, looked like a crazy lunatic Facing the same mess on the ground, it took a long time before he sat there with his back hunched and his face covered with blood, and said something coldly.

"Go back to your room right away, don't come out, and don't call Shu Hua."

"Mr. Jiang... what's wrong with you..."

For a moment, she was worried and sad. Sister Liu watched him sitting there alone with tears in her eyes, but she was not afraid in her heart. She always felt that Mr. Jiang should not be a bad person, and she is doing this now because of him. More sad than anyone else, more painful than anyone else.

And Jiang Shanglu saw this kind-hearted middle-aged woman pretending to come up to help him up, he just avoided and restrained the manic and violent emotions in his heart like a frightened beast, and it took a long time before he seemed tired. The firm shoulders that have always seemed to be unshakable collapsed, looked at his hands with red eyes and said,

"Go back... don't stand here... and don't look at me."

The feeling of this hoarse voice in the silent night is too indescribable. Sister Liu nodded with trembling body and red eyes. He hid back in his room, and kept nervously watching Jiang Shanglu's movements by the door while secretly worrying.

After she saw Jiang Shanglu sitting there quietly for a long time without moving, Sister Liu, who was terribly worried, thought about it and resisted taking out her mobile phone from her pocket.

But when she found Jiang Shuhua's phone number, she paused hesitantly. Thinking of Jiang Shanglu's horrific warning just now, Sister Liu couldn't help sobbing softly. After thinking for a long time, she still held the other existence in her hand I found out the number and quickly dialed it.

……

After Wen Ying left Liu Fangshan, he did not return directly to the unit.

After returning the car to Jiang Shuhua's company, he went to meet someone alone.

The investigation on midges has been going on for a while. On the surface, he has not made much progress with Jiang Shanglu for the time being, but on the other hand, he has used a little bit of his rights as the manager of the Y city branch, Continue to trace what happened to the two stinky euonymuses before they were transported to the No. [-] Mental Hospital in the city.

Now the results over there are finally a little bit of a clue, and the person who helped him investigate also specially looked for him today.

When I saw that person at the appointed place, because it was raining at night, Wen Ying, who came here with an umbrella today, first looked at that person blankly for a while, standing there without an umbrella in the heavy rain, so he looked very special The eye-catching young man hesitated for a while, walked up to the drenched man whose glasses were blurred, and asked slowly, frowning.

Wen Ying: "What are you doing?"

Wang Zhimo: "Oh, it's you, Wen Ying, I'm getting wet in the rain, don't you see?"

Wen Ying: "........."

Wang Zhimo: "Hey, don't look at me with such crazy eyes, do you know how long I have been looking forward to this rain? I just wanted to sit in the corner over there and wait for you to come while soaking in the rain, but I was also afraid that others would treat me as crazy, so I..."

Wen Ying: "...don't explain to me, go in and talk."

Ruthlessly interrupting Wang Zhimo's chatter, Wen Ying, who didn't want to listen to his nonsense, didn't look at the man behind him who pretended to be aggrieved, and directly entered the hot pot restaurant next door with him.

After the two of them went in and sat down, Wang Zhimo, whose trousers were dripping non-stop, first asked the waiter to order the menu, and then ignored Wen Ying, who was about to chat with him about serious matters, and started chatting with the waiter in front of him with great interest. The conversation started.

Wang Zhimo: "Help us make a pot first, what kind of pot should we eat? Red soup? Clear soup? Tomato pot? Oh no no no, no mushrooms, no mushrooms, let me take a look, let me take a look... ah , the beef tongue is good, and some yellow-throated fat beef, mutton, tripe, jellyfish, and vegetarian dishes... Oh! No! No mushroom platter! Yes, yes, no mushrooms, no mushrooms, thank you... ...Oh, by the way, Wenying, what do you eat..."

Wen Ying: "I'm not hungry."

Wang Zhimo: "Why aren't you hungry? Oh, don't be polite to me. I'll treat you to this meal. I know you're thin-skinned, but we're friends. Isn't this meal trivial? If you want to eat anything, feel free Say, a hot pot meal is a trivial matter, why don’t you just order something? Or I’ll help you? Oh, but I don’t know what you like to eat, why do you say you are always so polite..."

Wen Ying: "........."

Knowing that if he was allowed to continue chatting endlessly like this, he might not get what he wanted until the hot pot was finished, so Wen Ying waited for the waiter next to him to put away the menu and left, ignoring Wang Zhimo in front of him. Just about to open his mouth to chat about what TV series he watched last night, he looked at him with a cold face and said seriously,

"What I want."

"Oh... oh, so we met today for this matter, I forgot, I thought you wanted to have dinner with me because you missed me..."

He patted his forehead suddenly and started bluffing in a fuss. The expressionless Wen Ying was completely helpless for this guy whose brain development might not be congenitally sound.

After Wang Zhimo finally took out a briefcase from his bag and handed it to him, Wen Ying casually took it and opened it to have a look, and Wang Zhimo, who poured himself a cup of barley tea and was eagerly waiting for the hot pot, also talked with him. In a low voice, he explained the results of his investigation.

"The two smelly weeds were transplanted two and a half months ago because of the reconstruction of the Agricultural University, but in the process, they were not immediately transported to the third mental hospital in the city, but were sent to a place in the suburbs first. After storing it for a while, the first source of infection of the midge virus may not necessarily be in the third mental hospital in the city, but may be in the temporary storage place in the suburbs, so I spent some time to find out In that place, I accidentally found out about it, and you may still have a little impression of it..."

Wang Zhimo spoke in such a strange tone, Wen Ying, who was looking down at the official document, raised his eyes and looked at him with some doubts, and this guy lowered his voice furtively before he opened his mouth and said,

"Do you still remember how you got into this position in the first place? Half a year ago, the officer in front of you got rid of him because of a vicious succulent death. In the Huakang succulent breeding base, more than 3000 million succulents died collectively overnight. The reason is still unknown. Among them, there are still a considerable number of succulent human implants who are in the transition period. Next to the warehouse where the dead man tree is stored is the Huakang succulent breeding base that has been blocked..."

"That base still exists?"

"Yes, after the heavy losses, the boss of the breeding base ran away, leaving behind six or seven thousand acres of succulent stumps that were said to have rotted roots and been powdered in the shed. The headquarters originally said that they would continue to deal with the follow-up of this matter. , no longer let the inexperienced branch intervene, but then I don’t know what’s going on and don’t care about these dead succulents, and your branch is far away from there, maybe you don’t know the details Condition……"

"Well, but I also heard that there was something wrong with that place some time ago. It was said that a family almost lost a child. After the child finally ran back, he was frightened and cried incoherently all day long. I want to eat him, and many old residents in the suburbs say that it is unlucky to grow too much meat in the fields here, eat more meat and grow more meat, eat human flesh and grow human flesh..."

At this point in the conversation, Wen Ying already had a rough and clear idea in his heart, and then he had a hot pot meal with Wang Zhimo, although most of the time it was Wang Zhimo who was talking and Wen Ying was listening, But after he was full of wine and food, Wang Zhimo still spoke slowly to him with an expression of being overwhelmed and unable to find Bei,

"I don't think it's useless for you to keep staring at the witness of the incident... Maybe that person is really innocent, or just happened to pass by..."

"But he is indeed suspicious. There is a problem with his household registration, and there is a high possibility that he is a human implant that has not been registered."

As Wen Ying said, it seemed that he was still stubbornly maintaining his original idea. Even though Jiang Shanglu's identity as a suspect in this middling worm investigation had been eliminated, he still had great doubts about Jiang Shanglu's own identity. Doubt, but Wang Zhimo beside him laughed when he heard it, then waved his hands and said casually,

"Oh, it's just that I'm not registered. I'm not registered either. I'm neither an animal nor a plant. I don't know what I am. But if he is not registered, he must be a bad person who wants to do bad things? You just Don't be a fool, he didn't do anything to you, why do I feel that you have a deep prejudice against that buddy, you are not such a person, tell me, what did he do wrong to make you angry? "

Wang Zhimo said this casually, but the expression of the listener instantly changed. Wen Ying didn't feel that there was anything wrong with her heart, and her heart fluctuated instantly. She has always been fair and objective to things and people. There was also a strange ripple.

He knew that there was indeed something wrong with his judgment on Jiang Shanglu's matter, not only his attitude towards him, but more because he oversubstituted his own personal emotions for no reason, which in itself had a huge impact on Jiang Shanglu. It's not fair, and he really didn't handle it well.

After thinking about it seriously for a while, Wen Ying couldn't help but looked at Wang Zhimo who was picking his teeth with a toothpick in front of him with a complicated expression when Jiang Shanglu took the initiative to help the mother and child this afternoon.

"Is my prejudice against him obvious?"

"That's not true, you are always like this in front of me...but I guess even if you stand in front of him with your character, you must look like I hate you so much, you should go away haha, is that person also I really dislike you, after all, you are so dragged to the sky..."

No, not at all.

Such a strange and doubtful voice sounded from the bottom of his heart. Wen Ying thought about Jiang Shanglu's attitude towards him before, but he could only vaguely recall the way that man stood at the intersection this afternoon until he saw him completely disappear before leaving.

And thinking about it so carefully, Major Wen, who has always been slow to accept his emotions until he separated from Wang Zhimo, was a little bit out of sorts. When there was something wrong with the handling, he unexpectedly received a call from Sister Liu at this time.

"Hello? What are you doing?"

"Xiaowen... Come and see Mr. Jiang... He has been sitting there alone for more than an hour... I'm afraid something will happen to him... Come and help him..."

Sister Liu's crying voice came through the phone indistinctly, but the information conveyed made Wen Ying's expression a little bit wrong at the moment, but because Sister Liu was really agitated, he couldn't ask too much. I could only hang up the phone and didn't wait for the night bus to go home. I just took a taxi and ran to Liufangshan in the middle of the night alone.

After arriving at Jiang's house in a hurry, Wen Ying put his umbrella at the door in the light rain. His shoulders were a little wet, but he was more concerned about what happened in the house at this moment than this incident. What made Sister Liu so afraid.

And after he raised his hand to ring the doorbell, it took a long time before Sister Liu came to open the door for him, and dragged him into the living room timidly. After Jiang Shanglu's face was covered with solidified bloodstains, Wen Ying's brows frowned all of a sudden.

"...Who told you to call him here?"

Jiang Shanglu, who was sitting on the sofa, was finally willing to speak, but his tone sounded a bit ghastly. Sister Liu lowered her head and couldn't help trembling when she heard the words.

Wen Ying, who heard this, patted Sister Liu on the shoulder reassuringly and signaled her to go back to the room first, then stood there silently for a while, then went to Jiang Shanglu's feet and squatted down to pick up the broken glass with her hands.

Seeing this, Jiang Shanglu's expression was a little strange, but the expression on Wen Ying's face was so calm at the moment, which made him feel unwilling for no reason.

He knew that the two of them were incompatible, but he still wanted to see if this young man he really liked would be willing to care about him, but no, even if he didn't say a word, he was called so in the middle of the night Anyone who came here to serve a lunatic with mental problems and serious violent tendencies would feel impatient, let alone——

"Do you need to go back to the room and treat the wound?"

The cold voice of the young man caressed the tips of his ears like a gentle evening wind. Jiang Shanglu, who was sneering with his head down, suddenly woke up from the edge of rage and negativity, and even his eyes were a little dazed for a while.

He thought that he might have heard something wrong. After all, this was not at all like what young people would say to him, but Wen Ying's tone was indeed a bit different from usual, and he didn't answer his question for a long time. Wen Ying looked down at the wound on his face and frowned unconsciously, then raised his hand and took some paper from the side of the paper and handed it to him gently.

"Wipe it first, go back to the room and have a rest, I'll help you get towels and ointment."

"kindness."

With complicated emotions, he stood up from the sofa with some difficulty by Wen Ying's hand. This was the first time Jiang Shanglu had direct physical contact with him, but the shuddering feeling in his body at that moment still made him tremble I fell into a delicate mood that was indescribable.

But Wen Ying, who had a dull personality, didn't notice anything. After helping him to stand still, he went to help him find a home medicine box.

After going upstairs, Jiang Shanglu, who was still in his pajamas, didn't lie down on the bed, but habitually found a place in the corner of his room and sat down wearily.

And when Wen Ying, who had found the medicine box and warmed up a towel, pushed open the door of this room that no one had ever entered before and walked in, the first thing he saw was the scene that was a bit unexpected to him.

Jiang Shanglu's room is not at all the same as he usually gives people. There are simple small wooden bookshelves, a student desk with everything on the table neatly arranged, and a few dusty trophies at the top of the summer vacation. , and the off-white one, which obviously belonged to an immature young man's bed.

Everything seems to be stuck at a certain stage in the first half of Jiang Shanglu's life, and this seems to be the reason why Jiang Shanglu never allows others to enter his room.

So at this moment, he clearly noticed Wen Ying's surprise at the weirdness in front of him. Jiang Shanglu, who was sitting in the dark corner of the wall and watching his every move silently, took a long time before slowly opening his mouth in a cold voice,

"This is my room in high school."

"kindness."

He didn't express too much of his own opinion on Jiang Shanglu's strange room. Wen Ying noticed that he was sitting there motionless, so he walked over and put the medicine box on the ground.

Seeing this, Jiang Shanglu leaned against the cold wall and did not speak. After watching Wen Ying patiently find out the disinfectant and try to come over to help him deal with the blood on his face, he suddenly narrowed his eyes with rich luster and asked with a strange smile. He said a word.

"I'm like this...doesn't it look normal?"

"...No, I have a friend who also likes to sit in the corner like this, and he also likes to go outside without an umbrella to soak in the rain on rainy days."

After thinking about it for a while, the expressionless Wen Ying seemed to give such a pertinent answer that sounded a bit like coaxing a child, but was inexplicably convincing.

After hearing the words, Jiang Shanglu unconsciously widened his smile, closed his eyes tiredly and meditated for a while, before gently opening his mouth jokingly for a long time,

"Thank you, I suddenly feel that I am more confident, at least I never like to go out in the rain without an umbrella."

After he said these words, the atmosphere between the two became inexplicably more relaxed. Wen Ying decided to face Jiang Shanglu, whom he had always avoided all along, for the first time because of a friend's reminder, and Jiang Shanglu no longer Indulging in the overly depressed emotions just now continued to torture myself.

It's just that when Wen Ying was about to finish treating the wound on his face, he suddenly inadvertently saw the bottle of nail polish remover that had been opened by Jiang Shanglu on the desk.

And then he looked down at Jiang Shanglu's two thin fingers whose black nail polish had been wiped off, and Wen Ying looked at the old wound with purple red blood under the two weird protruding nails. The indescribable mood suddenly became more complicated.

It's a little strange, but it comes naturally, probably because I can't bear it, maybe there's something unspeakable...pity.

"Go and rest too. It's too late today, so you can stay in Shuhua's room for one night."

Wen Ying didn't insist on rejecting Jiang Shanglu's kindness this time. He nodded and packed up all the things he had just brought in, and when he was about to leave, he closed the door for Jiang Shanglu who was about to rest.

And after going downstairs to put the things away and explaining to Sister Liu who was obviously not at ease, Wen Ying went upstairs again, and lived in the room next to Jiang Shanglu for the second time, but this time he didn't go to the bathroom again What kind of dip, but instead, in the bedroom where he was the only one after turning off the lights, he heard the vague voice of the older man next door again.

The sensational and hazy gasping sound seemed to be close at hand, but it no longer seemed to represent filth and debauchery. Wen Ying lay expressionlessly on the bed under her with her eyes open, motionless, and her old-fashioned mind wanted to pretend that she knew everything. Didn't hear it, but the young heart was beating uncontrollably and regularly.

And until he heard Jiang Shanglu's imaginative voice gradually fade away, Wen Ying, who finally came back to his senses, moved his body a little bit hot because he was lying on his back, but In an instant, I noticed that a gap that hadn't moved for a long time seemed to open up again...

……

The next morning, when Jiang Shanglu woke up, Wen Ying had already left.

Seeing this, Jiang Shanglu was not too disappointed. In fact, even he himself felt that his affection for Wen Ying had begun to go out of line during this period of time.

But maybe in a few days, this young man who can't find any more clues in himself will leave by himself, and when he walks out of this door, they will not have any intersections again, and they will be strangers when they meet again. better.

Thinking of this, the expression on Jiang Shanglu's face was also a bit indifferent. It happened that at this time, Sister Liu also nervously served breakfast to Jiang Shanglu who was not looking well, and saw that he had the same appetite as many times before. Frowning and eating, the woman who has always been very concerned suddenly asked him a question.

"Mr. Jiang... don't you like eating what I make?"

"Why do you ask?"

"I just see that you always eat very little... so I always feel that you don't like eating the things I make... Oh, I will give you a different taste one day. What do you think... Oh, yes, say Up to this point, when Xiaowen went out to help me buy vegetables in the morning, he even bought something for you himself, and said that I would bring it to you when you woke up..."

Sister Liu ran into the kitchen without looking at Jiang Shanglu's obviously puzzled expression when she said this. When she came out again, Jiang Shanglu saw the woman holding a orange-yellow skin in her hand, which looked very sour. Sweet and delicious oranges.

Seeing the orange being gently placed in his hand, the expressionless Jiang Shanglu stared at the orange for a long time, but didn't say a word.

tangerinr.

Yes, I love oranges.

But I can't touch it, as long as it's something I like, I can't touch him.

But what if I really like it?

I like it enough to be willing to pay a little price. I will try my best to suppress my nature and be a normal and self-disciplined person. I will show him my best side.

I will give him whatever he likes, so that I am qualified to like him?

[I only need one orange, and I only need one Wenying. I'm really not greedy at all. 】

[Even if it's because of how poor I am, I beg God to help me, just give me a chance. 】