MTL - The Decade of Deep Love-Chapter 81

Chapter 81

After two days of sleeplessness and the current people going to the empty space, Jiang Wenxu was immediately taken away from the living vitality that has always insisted on walking down the body. But he clearly knows that he can't fall, at least not now.

Jiang Wenxu regretted that he had decided to go at the time. At least he should find someone to look at the development of things from here.

Since the departure of He Zhishu, Jiang Wenxu's most common experience is the helplessness and the pain of being unable to do anything. Later, he recalled more than once the hug of the day when He Zhishu left. Jiang Wenxu always imagined that if he did not leave that day, he would firmly watch He Zhishu and not leave him half a step. Isn't everything going on today?

No one can tell him.

If someone is willing to tell him, he will ask him fourteen years ago. Can you bring him a happy book to give him happiness? I will ask him four years ago, do you hang around and make fun of people's hearts, can you afford the bitter heart and soul of the He Zhishu? Ask him, is your heart made of meat or stone, how can you be so cruel to the most unbearable people?

If there is a person who can remind him of even one sentence, Jiang Wenxu will not be wrong again and wrongly.

Jiang Wenxu is now going to be killed by his own embarrassment and fear. He doesn't know what he is going to do next and what he can do.

During the day, he and the Song assistants went to find various relationships to inquire about people. In the evening, Jiang Wenxu slept in the car and guarded the tea garden where the He Zhishu had lived.

On the fourth day, there was a turnaround, and when Jiang Wenxu was about to collapse, there was a person.

It is Ai Ziyu. Only he is alone. He wore a black long windbreaker and only dragged a small suitcase at his hand. He hadn't seen it for half a month. His face was thinned, and Jiang Wenxu didn't dare to recognize it.

When Ai Ziyu came back, it was morning. When Jiang Wenxu had not left, he watched him take a taxi back. Jiang Wenxu didn't think much about it. He quickly pushed the door open and rushed.

"Ai Ziyu! Ai Ziyu, know the book? Where is He Zhishu going? Which hospital is he in? Ah? You talk, who is coming back to take care of him? You talk!" Jiang Wenxu's state is no better than Ai Zi Yu Qiang, he asked incoherently, and his eyes were full of blood.

Ai Ziyu seems to see Jiang Wenxu, his eyes swept away from Jiang Wenxu, without a look of too much emotion, not hate not hate, but an emotional stagnation of sorrow to numbness.

Ai Ziyu’s hand was empty in nothingness. He repeated his words to himself: “Where is the book... Where is the book?”

Ai Ziyu's voice is very light, and every air sound is like tearing the flesh and blood of the vocal cords out of his lips: "He is gone...in my arms, little by little, little cold... ".

The boundless silence. Jiang Wenxu had a moment to think that he was deaf, and he seemed to have heard nothing. He opened his mouth and couldn't get out of his voice. At that moment, the world was silent. Only the whistling wind swept from the ear and took away all the colors in front of him.

Just as the videotape was cancelled, Jiang Wenxu suddenly rushed over and grabbed Ai Ziyu's neckline. His eyes were red like an irrational beast. Jiang Wenxu's voice is almost like a human voice. His tongue is bitten by the blood of a trembling tooth that is out of control. Every word has blood and pain: "You lied to me! You lied to me! Impossible!"

"You said that he is very good... don't you say that you can take care of him? So you are lying to me, right? You hid him, are you? I beg you... don't scare me... I beg you," Jiang Wenxu The knees were soft, and they were born at the feet of Ai Ziyu: "You said that you are lying to me, I will never appear in front of you anymore, you will say it!"

Ai Ziyu gave Jiang Wenxu a kick from the ground and gave him a punch: "Is it funny to deceive yourself?! He knows that he is gone...he...he is gone..." Ai Ziyu loosened Jiang Wenxu’s clothes. At the moment of the bow, the corner of the eye slides down a water mark, and the emotion is almost uncontrollable.

He Zhishu was gone a week ago, and Ai Ziyu did not know why he was so calm and indifferent to deal with the whole thing. He saw with his own eyes that He Zhishu changed from a sleeping person to a lightly ash, and half of his tears fell. At that time, Ai Ziyu was shocked by her own coolness.

But now, when standing in this garden again, look at the pool where the two dogs have fallen, look at the rocking chairs and blankets that the second floor window gave to He Zhishu, and look at the dead jasmine. His heart hurts, and he couldn't bear the pain that could not be sustained three days ago.

The opposite man asked him, where did He Zhishu go? Ask him, don't you mean to take care of him?

Suddenly, there is no way to bear the tears. This is the first time he cried after the death of He Zhishu, in the face of Jiang Wenxu.

Jiang Wenxu’s step backwards, he barely stood firm and then laughed out loudly: “I don’t believe it... I don’t believe that He Zhishu will leave me...he, he...” Jiang Wenxu thought, even if He Zhishu’s leave, it’s impossible. Even the last side doesn't let you see it...

Ai Ziyu looked at Jiang Wenxu’s cold eyes like a poisoned knife. He replied in a faint voice: "No? Who is the person who killed him to this point?"

Jiang Wenxu's body trembled, such as being embarrassed.

"Do you know? The knowledge book has nothing to do with the rest of his own arrangements. The world is like a little bit worthy of his nostalgia," Ai Ziyu smiled, his face was more ugly than crying: "Then Does the boss Jiang know what was left in the book?"

"Only the clothes he wore when he first came to Hangzhou, there was a card, and a card with a deposit of 150,000!" The last one was lifted up, sharp and sinister. Ai Ziyu went to Jiang Wenxu, and both of them were stalking: "Fifty thousand! A good cemetery can't afford it! Jiang Wenxu... You are so hearty!"

"He has been with you for more than ten years, tossing out a heart-to-heart disease. When I came to the body, I didn't even have the money for a cemetery? You told me, boss Jiang, did you spend 150,000 yuan on your lover? !"

Jiang Wenxu couldn't say anything. His lips became dark purple with excessive fear, but his face was not half-stained. His words could not come out in the eyes of the blind man, and he vomited a blood.

When Song Assistant came, he only saw Jiang Wenxu, who was alone, holding his chest, and Jiang Wenxu, who was full of blood on his clothes, and his mouth ambiguously read, "When someone told me... He Zhishu is gone..." Jiang Wenxu.

Jiang Wenxu still fell.

Song Assistant was busy sending 120 to send him to the hospital. The result of the examination was roughly the stomach perforation caused by excessive emotional and fatigue.

Assistant Song found that when Jiang Wenxu woke up, Jiang Wenxu had already looked at the ceiling of the white flower for a long time. The eyes were broken and hollow, which made people feel cold.

"Jiang always...you..." Song assistant said nothing else: "Don't be too sad."

"Give me a ticket, I want to go back to Beijing." Jiang Wenxu's voice is weak and indifferent: "Knowledge is just a gas-filled thing that I have done. I know now that I am afraid that he is already waiting for me." ”

Jiang Wenxu covered his eyes with his back and his voice was bitter: "I just dreamed of knowing the book. He said that I missed me... I will definitely go see him..."

"General Jiang!" Song Assistant interrupted him violently. He knew that Jiang Wenxu was on the verge of self-destruction at any time: "You are sad."

"What is the festival?!" Jiang Wenxu suddenly violently jumped. He pulled off the infusion set on the back of his hand and shouted: "You only know how to curse him! How can He Zhishu die? How could he not want me..." In the end, I actually brought some sobbing tone.

Jiang Wenxu almost cried: "All of you will abandon me, and He Zhishu will not want me."

Song assistant could not persuade Jiang Wenxu like this. In the afternoon, Jiang Wenxu sat alone on the plane.

Half an hour before the plane took off, Jiang Wenxu’s cell phone sent a ringing tone. He opened it, and it was a text message sent by Ai Ziyu.

"The book finally said that he wants you to live well. He doesn't want to see you when he is alive. He doesn't want to meet you when he dies."

Except for Ai Ziyu, no one will know whether this is the words of He Zhishu, or the most vicious punishment of Jiang Wenxu by Ai Ziyu.

Jiang Wenxu just turned off slowly, and seemed to be completely unconcerned: "He knows that he will not die."

After more than seven hours, he has stood in an apartment that has lived with He Zhishu for nine years. He screamed softly: "Know, are you coming back?"

No one responded to him.

Jiang Wenxu was not annoyed. He lit all the lights on the sofa and stared at the door. I have let you wait, I will wait for you from now on... know the book, I will wait for you to go home.

Jiang Wenxu gently rubbed the ring hanging between the necks, and smiled softly: "I have enough to come back early... I really miss you."

Jiang Wenxu sat on the sofa for two days and two nights, and the water did not enter. He looked at the closed door like a lost soul, motionless, no longer smiling and talking to himself, no longer a little vitality of life.

In the end, the conscious stunned Jiang Wenxu seemed to see the door open. At the age of seventeen, He Zhishu was wearing a school uniform and smiled and reached out to him, and he was full of flowers behind him.

Jiang Wenxu smiled and reached out and said gently: "After school, let's go home together." The tears of the uncontrollable brush came down.

End of text

Finally, let me explain that there are four articles that are attached to the personal record.

They are Jiang Wenxu’s Fanwai (after He Zhishu’s departure, pure abuse)

Ai Ziyu's outside

Song’s assistant’s appearance (the first person’s perspective on Jiang Wenxu’s death)

Li Zekun and Cheng Xia Fan (high dry attack & mb, complete essay)

There is also a letter sent by Jiang Wenxu with the book (postable stamps, pen handwriting)

I want to search for personal ambitions to go to Amoy. Baowenxuan Studio

Personality stopped the pre-sale on December 22nd, and the small partners who want to take a photo have not yet taken it.

The book can be shipped at the latest on January 12.

Thank you very much for your support.

Very sad

But there is always a banquet

As long as you suddenly remember that I and my text have appeared in your world, enough

bow.