He's super cute

Jiang Yuqing's voice was very soft, with the softness of Jiangnan, but it was like a hailstorm, and it splashed towards Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan only felt that the blood in his whole body condensed into ice quickly, piercing the blood vessels and rushing towards the limbs and bones.

In the gloomy sky, the rain began to fall, neither fast nor slow, neither sparse nor dense, dripping and sputtering.

He stood in the rain, like a delicate snow-white sculpture, motionless, looking at the direction Jiang Yuqing left.

A heavy sorrow slowly enveloped his heart, which gradually shivered from the cold.

He raised his head up, letting the rain fall on his face and shoulders, and then some warm liquid and raindrops meanderingly dripped down his chin.

"Is he really..." On Jiang Yan's gloomy face, there was an unconcealable sense of despair, a forced smile hung on the corner of his lips, and his eyes slowly turned red, "You really don't want me anymore? "

"Why... I will change it, I know it's wrong, he just wants to look at him more by his side..."

"Mr. Jiang..." Secretary Wang felt uncomfortable seeing Jiang Yan's appearance, his voice was a little blurred with the heavy rain, "I have never been in love, I can't tell what love is."

"But it's definitely not the painful shackles and heart-piercing despair that make people suffer, let alone making him suffer all kinds of grievances in the name of love."

Jiang Yan lowered his eyes, his eyelashes moved slightly, and the rain fell on it, as if he couldn't bear the weight, it fell down with a patter, along the tip of his pale nose.Falling more and more.

"To be honest, there is really no need for you to chase after him and ask for an answer. You look back..." Secretary Wang sighed, half of his shoulders were wet with rain, "No one will forgive a person who killed himself a child."

"It's true that you didn't do anything, but as the child's father and Mr. Xiao's lover, your inaction is enough to disappoint people."

"As long as the two of you have a chance to reconcile, I will not advise you like this."

He said in a deep voice: "It's impossible for you and Mr. Xiao, please see this matter clearly."

Jiang Yan can easily get whatever he wants since he was a child. He is conceited and arrogant, and he thinks that he can control everything in the palm of his hand.

But he can't fix a broken mirror, and he can't bring back his canary that has regenerated its wings and set itself free.

"I hated him in the year of ***, hated his wolf-heartedness, hated his betrayal, hated him for killing grandpa, but what I hated the most was that even at this point, I still thought, It's not him who suffers."

"When I first picked him up, I thought about sending him back, to the Jiang family, so that he would still be that carefree little young master..." Jiang Yan's voice had a strong nasal tone, and he curled up. Curl your fingertips, "But I can't bear it, I really can't bear it..."

"I knew that there was danger around me, and he would be my weakness. I..." Jiang Yan smiled, "I wondered why he could forget everything, and I was the only one who was suffering."

"I don't allow him to go out, I don't allow him to contact other people, I make him a little waste, and I'm trapped firmly by my side. I only have me in my eyes, and I go back and forth between loving him and hating him every day, and I'm close to collapse."

"I only thought about how difficult it was for me, but I never thought about how he survived the days and nights that I bound him in the golden cage."

"How did he endure me for so long, even now, he doesn't want to seek justice for himself..."

Jiang Yan covered his face and knelt down slowly, his voice was very soft, almost choking, "He is such a beautiful person... I failed him, I was sorry for him..."

"He should take revenge on me, how could he not take revenge on me..."

Against the backdrop of Jiang Yuqing, he is like the despicable person in this relationship.

His internal organs seemed to be severely burned by something, his vision gradually became unclear, his head was dizzy, and under the sorrow, a mouthful of fishy sweetness gushed out of his throat.

"Sir!" Secretary Wang looked at the blood on the ground, his eyes widened, he opened the umbrella, and his voice raised involuntarily, "Hold on, I'll send you to the hospital..."

Jiang Yan's heart seemed to be hitting his chest desperately, his face was pale, and he lost the strength to speak.

Perhaps the most frustrating part of memory is that he was caught off guard.

The light in his eyes was dim, and those sharp memory fragments rushed into his mind like a tide, and he couldn't dodge in time.

"No matter where Brother Yan is, I can find you."

"My brother also eats roasted sweet potatoes."

"But I also want to protect my brother."

"Brother Yan, will we keep going?"

"Do you think I like this dilapidated place? Don't be stupid, let's see how poor you are?"

"Don't come to me anymore, I'm going back to be my young master."

"I...I'll just stay at the door for a while, don't take up space...it's so cold outside..."

"Little sparrow will be good, sir, don't want me."

"Why, tell me why, that's our child, how can you not love him?"

"Why do you treat me like this? Are you going to force me to die before you are willing?"

"Let me go sir, I don't want to like you anymore."

"I can't live anymore, I'm so uncomfortable..."

Jiang Yan covered his forehead with cold sweat, he bit his lip, his eyes suddenly brightened, and in a trance, he heard Yu Xiaoque whisper softly in his ear, "I want to spend the rest of my life with Mr...."

forever?

Jiang Yan pulled his lips and smiled, and stretched out his hand as if to touch something, but only touched a piece of air, and he burst into sobs.

His little bird had given him so much love eagerly, but he didn't want it.

"It's my retribution..."

He trampled on Jiang Yuqing's love, karma reincarnation, this is what he deserves.

...Jiang Yan twitched slightly at the hospital where he was holding his stomach, his brows were furrowed, as if he had fallen into a nightmare and couldn't wake up.

His face was almost whiter than the snow-white sheets.

"Doctor, how is my boss?" Secretary Wang was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, and asked behind the doctor's buttocks, "He vomited blood, this is not a trivial matter..."

"I've never seen him like this..."

Secretary Wang was at a loss. He almost thought that Jiang Yan was going to die. How could a normal person vomit blood?

"Acute gastric mucosal bleeding, excessive drinking, stress response to a huge trauma, and over-excited emotions may also cause gastric mucosal damage." The doctor looked at the report in his hand and said slowly, "Young people today have irregular diets. Sooner or later, the body will be destroyed by itself."

"There is nothing difficult to overcome. Take care of your body first. Your body is your capital."

"Infusion in a while, I will prescribe some medicine, and pay attention to controlling emotions in the future, otherwise I will die a few times."

Only then did Secretary Wang let go of the big stone in his heart, "Okay, I will tell him, please trouble the doctor."

When he returned to the ward, the gauze on the left wrist of the man on the hospital bed was re-bandaged. Maybe it was because he had fought too hard just now, and the new gauze was slightly oozing blood.

His forehead hair hangs over his eyes, and his usually mean and sharp lips are bloodless and tightly pressed.

The whole person seemed to have been cut off for no reason, and looked extremely fragile.

That was all his pride and self-confidence, and within a few days after returning from Jiang Yuqing, it collapsed into a mess.

Jiang Yuqing spent her entire youth and death teaching Jiang Yan what love is, but she doesn't want to love him anymore.

See, people always have to use loss to understand their love.

......"drink wine?"

Jiang Yuqing sat on the rocking chair in front of the cabin, creaking, the air after the rain was always extraordinarily fresh, and the evening breeze brushed against her cheeks, making it clear and bright.

He stared blankly at the moon, the moonlight covered the grass, and the sharp grass blades were dotted with crystal raindrops.

It's as if after a heavy rain, everything gets better.

Jiang Yuqing came back to his senses, and already had a can of beer in his hand, "I haven't had a lot of alcohol yet."

Xing Ke sat beside him, opened the can, and said with a smile, "Didn't you try it when you were a teenager?"

"I remember when I was in junior high school, when my classmates celebrated their birthdays, they imitated adults and opened a few cases of beer. They drank too much and stayed out all night. Parents almost called the police."

His eyes were like stars, looking at Jiang Yuqing's side face, "What about you?"

What about the past where I never appeared?

"When I was a teenager..." Jiang Yuqing held the beer, seeming to be thinking about something, "At that time, the family was strictly controlled, and I didn't like to have contact with others."

He could only pretend to be Jiang Yan in his heart, what Jiang Yan said, he didn't even dare to eat more candy, let alone drink beer.

His youth seems very boring, there is only one person.

It seemed very fulfilling, because that person was Jiang Yan.

"Have you known him for a long time?" Xing Ke took a sip of his wine and asked softly.

It was obvious who he was.

"Yeah." Jiang Yuqing imitated him and swallowed a sip of beer, frowning, "It's almost ten years."

"Ten years..." Xing Ke looked up at the stars and asked suddenly, "Do you still have him in your heart?"

"How can I describe this feeling..." Jiang Yuqing was stunned for a while, raised his head to pour wine, and his voice was erratic, "We used to live together, during that time, he stood in front of me, blocking most of the wind and rain, you know that Do you feel it? When the world is about to collapse, there is a person who protects you tightly. From then on, he is your light. Who would reject the light?"

He could never forget Jiang Yan's high spirits.

"According to this trend, he and I should have been a happy and sweet couple. Maybe what we are worrying about now is the seven-year itch and all kinds of trivial things."

"Even if there is no love, he and I are still relatives. I hope he will be well."

Speaking of this, he bent his eyes and smiled, "Now this feeling is more like a sore part of your body, you have to be sober, watching that part being dug out abruptly, of course it will be painful, but you And I know very clearly that it is already broken, and if I keep it on my body, I will just watch it rot."

"But I can't help it..."