stand-in model

This was the first time that the Rong family gathered together at the door of the emergency room. It took them half an hour to take their own helicopter to the hospital. At this moment, their expressions were a little nervous and uneasy.

The red lights flickered, and there were panicked footsteps at the end of the corridor.

The doctor who came was an authoritative expert in the hospital.They were full of dust and dust, and the corners of their white coats were turned up because of the strong wind.

The visitor and Rong Mingzhou hurriedly shook hands, and the people behind them entered the emergency room one by one.

"Brother Rong, don't worry, since it's your Rong family's business, I will definitely do my best. These doctors are experts in various fields in the hospital, and they will definitely be able to pull Mr. Jiang out of the clutches of death in the emergency room."

It was the director of the private hospital who was speaking. He and Rong Mingzhou were already old friends, and they were also good brothers in the same club.Although the two have not been in touch for ten years, they will still help.

And another reason why he has a good relationship with Rong Jiarong Mingzhou is also very simple.

After all, the Rong family used to take root here. Even though the big tree had left this place ten years ago, the roots of the big tree still stayed here.

Moreover, Rong Sheng's current social status does not dare to allow people to observe this matter from a distance and not come up to fight for this opportunity to perform.

The dean in his 50s looked at Rong Sheng, who was sitting on a chair and was holding on to the doors of the emergency room, sighed helplessly and said to Rong Mingzhou: "I already knew about Mr. Jiang's condition before this." , in addition to excessive blood loss, Mr. Jiang also took sleeping pills, according to the examination, there should be half a bottle of it."

"Who found it?"

"It's the landlord. He said he made chaos and wanted to bring it to Jiang Liang, but he saw Jiang Liang lying on the tatami through the glass, with a fruit knife stuck in his chest."

"This incident happened suddenly. When we were sent here, the landlord hadn't called the police. I was also the one who found out that he and Rong Sheng had disputes during this period, so I called to inform you."

The people in the emergency room have been sent to other places by the hospital. After all, if the media finds out about the suicide, no one can control the situation.

As early as when Rongsheng and the others arrived here, the hospital arranged for the landlord to keep the matter a secret.

Maybe even Jiang Liang didn't expect that his fourth suicide was discovered and interrupted in this way.

"If he comes out alive, parents, don't bother with these things anymore." Rong Sheng was wearing a shirt and suit pants that he was anxious to put on. After all, in Suzhou in March, wearing a woolen coat was already a bit impractical.

His eyes skipped Fan Pei and Rong Mingzhou who were standing in front of the dean and said again: "You guys continue to travel around the world, I have arranged for a helicopter to pick you up in a while."

"A Sheng!" Fan Pei frowned and yelled sharply. She was dissatisfied with her son's actions, because this matter was Rong Sheng's fault from the beginning, and no matter what happened at this moment, Rong Sheng should think whether it was wrong or not. It's my own fault, not Jiang Liang.

"Mom, you and dad have fun, just take more pictures outside and send them to me. This is my fault. I shouldn't let him think-suicide is fun. I shouldn't let him I feel that his life and death are up to him."

Rong Sheng's eyes were red, like a ferocious beast that was so wild that it wanted to tear its prey apart. "I won't be too fierce to him, after all, I don't want to treat him like this."

"Uncle," he turned his head and smiled at the director of the hospital standing there, but the smile didn't reach the bottom of his heart.

He controlled the trembling in his voice, and said calmly: "Please contact the landlord and pack up Jiang Liang's things and send them to the hospital. It's not convenient for me to show up."

After saying this, Rong Sheng avoided the hesitant and astonished eyes of his mother and father, and walked towards the fire exit at the end of the corridor with a cigarette in his hand, where he finished smoking a whole pack of cigarettes.

"How could he be like this? I never taught him paranoia, selfishness and madness." Fan Pei said in surprise, "What about that child? If Rong Sheng really sends us away, we will take care of everything that happens. not."

Rong Mingzhou on the side frowned and thought about this matter, but when he heard his wife's words, he lowered his head and put his arms around Fan Pei's shoulders and said softly: "A Sheng is in power now, even if we insist on staying here, If he wants to stop all this, he will send us away in various ways."

"It's better for us to go first, it's just a plan to delay the attack. It's fine for us to come back later without telling him."

"Then... what about the child?"

"Ah Sheng will do what he sees. After all, he is the one who puts his heart on it. No matter how much he struggles, he will never give up."

Rong Mingzhou comforted Fan Pei who was trembling in his arms, and then looked at the director of the hospital, beckoning him to follow what Rong Sheng said.

Two hours later, Rong Mingzhou took Fan Pei to the helicopter that stopped on the roof and left Suzhou for Liaocheng, and then flew to Australia.

And Jiang Liang was finally rescued after two hours of life and death, and was arranged in the intensive care unit by Rong Sheng's special instructions.

Rong Sheng was sitting on the bed next to Jiang Liang, and in his hand was the suicide note written by Jiang Liang this morning before committing suicide.

The written words are eloquent. He always knew that Jiang Liang's handwriting was beautiful, but he didn't want to see Jiang Liang's handwriting on this kind of document. If he could see it next time, he hoped that it was signed on the marriage application of the Civil Affairs Bureau Character.

Zhan Xin'an,

It's a pity that in this way, you can see the last traces of me left in this world.

I don't know who will see this letter. If the person who reads this letter is a kind person, please submit it to Wu Yu or Rong Sheng from me. The suggested method is in the small note I carried behind me.

In the past 26 years, I can't tell whether I am happy or sad.Actually speaking, I feel that I am quite happy.My parents love each other deeply, and their existence is the epitome of the most beautiful love in the world.It is because of them that I am gentle, humble and courteous, and I long for love.

Although my parents have met in heaven, and even though I was alone at a young age, looking at it from another perspective, my father in heaven is not alone, and my mother who is afraid of the dark will not be afraid either.Because they depend on each other.

I met Sister Wu for four years. At first, I just wanted to help you, because women and mothers should not be the reason for being rejected from work. They give birth to the greatest human beings and carry important missions. They are selfless but loving. This society This era should thank them instead of repelling and accusing them.

In the past four years, Sister Wu has also helped me a lot. Even though I am disobedient, you tolerate me like a big sister.That day I said that when I left Rongsheng, I would probably start to attend various banquets and drink. When you said "Sister Wu is still there", I really wanted to say, thank you, Sister Wu.

Maybe in the end I chose such a way to end myself, and I'm sorry for your cultivation of me, but I really can't hold on anymore.

People must have a home in this world, but I lost it.

I also want to live, but the negative emotions always make me unable to lift my head. I think I am most sorry for myself, but it doesn’t matter, I accept it.

At last…

Before going to Suzhou, I went to Tibet once and tied a prayer flag. I sincerely prayed to God to keep you safe.

Rong Sheng, I left that red rope on my own way. Don't put too much burden on yourself. After all, this matter is also a feudal superstition, which is more or less unreliable.

Eat on time and take care of your stomach.

I'm sorry for hiding the pills you gave me every day, but I didn't hide the medicine for that family portrait.Because the atmosphere is so good, I can't bear to touch it with such dirty things.

You can blame me or blame me, anyway, I'm already dead, you can't rush to the palace of Hades to catch me, and you won't be like the ancients who dragged me out of the morgue to whip my corpse...

After I die, throw away all my rattan chairs and rattan tables, citrus-scented aromatherapy, oil paintings, medicines I took, cups for drinking water, and goldfish I raised.It is not auspicious to keep the things of the dead.

I didn't know I wrote so much...

The world is worthwhile, and the future can be expected.

You still have a long period of time to meet someone who is happy with you, and then you will stay with you forever and look at you for thousands of years.Don't easily define love and feelings.

I don't think I can go to accompany my parents. After all, the king of hell will not accept people who commit suicide.

If I come to you at that time, don't ask monks and priests to drive away ghosts.I was probably just looking for a place to have a hot meal.

I have gone through 26 years of my life, and I am satisfied.I don't dare to ask for anything else, I just want everyone I meet to be safe, successful, healthy and live a long life.

Maybe a long time later, a gust of wind passing by, a butterfly flying in front of my eyes, a fish passing by my hand... will be me.

Stay: Ginger cool

2022. 3, 15

The letter in his hand was refolded by Rong Sheng and put into a kraft-colored envelope. Jiang Liang on the hospital bed still didn't wake up.

In the light green ward, besides the smell of disinfectant water, there was also the smell of falling roses bought by Rong Sheng.He was wrapped in these fragrances, as if it was a certain way of awakening.

"I bought you roses, which are more beautiful and eye-catching than the roses you saw when you committed suicide at the door of the emergency room."

"I packed all your things here on purpose. Why did you come to the place where I grew up? Is it doomed that you can't escape from my side?"

"You shouldn't lie to me, and you shouldn't commit suicide. I really won't let you go this time, Jiang Jiang."

There was a bunch of roses in the vase, and Rong Sheng was also holding a bouquet of roses in his hand.

With a smile on his face, holding a rose in his hand, he was ready to show the smile he had rehearsed countless times to the waking Jiang Liang anytime, anywhere—in order to cover up the madness and paranoia in his heart.

This person will be his from now on.

If Jiang Liang doesn't want his own life, then give it to him, he wants it.