Double Lover [Entertainment]

Hope for an afterlife.

Jiang Cha folded the note, opened it again, folded it and opened it again.

After looking at it over and over again for a long time, I finally threw it hard on the window glass, then leaned against the wall, covered my face and cried.

It was raining outside the window.The rain is so cold.

The window was not closed tightly, a crack was opened, a little rain drifted in, and fell on the tip of Ginger Tea's nose.We have been together for six or seven years, why must it end like this?

Why not say it?

Why do you have to bid farewell in such a cruel way?

Jiang Cha burst into tears, tears filled his eyes, he couldn't stop crawling his face, then squatted down, picked up the note trembling, and looked at it softly.

She found that one corner of it was wet, and the handwriting was slightly watery.

Where did the water halo come from?

Jiang Cha suspected it was rain, and after a moment of trance, realized it was her tears.

Jiang Cha bent down and picked up the white rose from the broken glass on the ground, and put it gently on the innermost layer of the drawer together with the only note left, cherishing and carefully.

"Where is Givenchy?"

Jiang Cha asked Xu Qingzhu: "You know, you must know."

Xu Qingzhu said that Givenchy has lost contact.No one knew where she was. She was alone when she went to the treatment with no one to accompany her. No one knew where she went or how the surgery was going.

It was a medical miracle that he didn't die on the spot, just because he was heaving a sigh of relief and blocked such a ruthless blow for her.

After so long, there is no news at all, and the operation probably failed.

People are gone.

Jiang Cha looked for her all over the world, but she realized that people are like snowflakes, when they disappear, they really disappear.

If it's gone, it's really gone.

Where did Givenchy go?

Jiang Cha didn't know, no one told her.

She stared at Givenchy's will and saw her signature.

Given gave her all the shares.

No wonder, what economics she was asked to study and what books to read that day, it turned out that she was afraid that she would go to another world, and she was telling her funeral.

Why did she just understand.

For a person like her, even after she died, she told herself to remember her for the rest of her life.

Too cruel.

"Honeymoon" aired at the wrong time.

Jiang Cha sat in front of the TV, watching the man leaning over to kiss her carefully and tenderly in the dark; watching the man put the violin on his shoulders, his long eyelashes drooping quietly, youthful, serious, The continuous sound of the piano seemed to be telling her belated confession that she hadn't understood before.

Jiang Cha served two bowls of rice, looked at the one meat and two vegetables on the table, and then remembered that no one would eat millet porridge with her on a rainy night.

Jiang Cha poured the rice down, and she went out without an umbrella.

His face was too pale and his eyes were too red.

"I want to quit the circle." Jiang Cha said to Yang Yan.

Yang Yan was terrified, she said what happened to your brain?Retire?Are you kidding me?When you are about to win an award, the film has just finished filming, and before it is released, you will crawl out after it is released.It's not easy to get to this point, you quit the circle?crazy?

Yang Yan took her to relax, and the two of them walked to the square. There were many people in the night, the old man led the child and walked around, and the sound of laughter was scattered everywhere.

There is an apple tree in the corner, the dense white flowers are blooming very well, and when they are in full bloom, clusters of buds burst, and the pressed branches drop slightly.

The sound of a violin floated in the night.

Elegant continuous sound, soft and quiet.

Jiang Cha listened, and slowly stopped.The source of the sound is a speaker hidden among the trees.Jiang Cha looked at the square where there were no performers, and slowly squatted down as if he was crushed and could no longer bear the weight.

"Don't play this song!" Jiang Cha covered her ears, squatted down slowly, tears kept pouring out: "Please don't play this song!"

"Ginger tea?"

Yang Yan approached her and looked at her worriedly: "What's the matter with you recently? You're under too much pressure and not in good spirits?"

Jiang Cha raised her face woodenly: "Given is gone."

"President Ji?" Yang Yan said in surprise: "A few days ago, I heard their deputy directors complain that Givenchy went on vacation to enjoy the blessings and left him with all the company's affairs. Givenher, she didn't go on vacation. gone?"

"fake."

Jiang Cha said, "Given is gone."

Yang Yan figured out what was going on, and immediately hated iron for being weak.She said, are you just for such a woman?How did she forget about you before?She robbed your resource and gave it to Luo, did you forget?Jiang Cha, you have a better memory, besides, that person surnamed Ji might really go outside to have a good time, her friend said she was sick, and you didn't see it with your own eyes, so you just believe it?

Yang Yan even flipped out the original "Blind Youth" contract, turned to the last page, and showed her: "Look for yourself, sober up."

The authorized representative of Party A is indeed Givenchy.

Jiang Cha glanced at it, and her face turned pale in an instant, as paper-like.

"what happened?"

"It's not Givenchy's signature."

She can recognize Givenchy's handwriting. She has seen her handwriting when she was in college, when she was just working, and even became more scribbled after she became a company director.No matter which one it is, the strokes are sharp but soft, and they don't match the handwriting in front of me at all.

This word can fool outsiders, but it cannot fool Jiang Cha.

The rain stopped.

It's really cold at night, maybe it's going to be autumn.

While curling up on the bed, Jiang Cha suddenly felt why it was so quiet at night, she was waiting for some familiar sound, maybe someone should come to her side, holding a ball of quilt, carefully asked her if she could sleep together, and then at night Wrap her legs around her waist and use her as a pillow; maybe someone should wait for her to fall asleep, and suddenly approach her, secretly wanting to kiss her, thinking she doesn't know.

After waiting for a long time, Jiang Cha remembered slowly.

neither.

She lifted the quilt, turned off the light, and walked out in the dark at night.Pushing open the glass door, the rabbit on the terrace had stopped moving at some point, lying on its side in the cage, its eyes were covered with dust, and its limbs were stiff and cold.

No one fed it, so I don't know how long it has been dead.

It didn't even wait for a name of its own.

Jiang Cha put his tiny body into a black plastic bag and buried it under an osmanthus tree downstairs.

Tears could not stop falling down.

What Givenchy left behind was actually only such a little trace.

The only living creature was raised to death by her.

Jiang Cha suddenly remembered another place.

A long time ago, a place she deliberately forgot.

When I got off the car, the rain had stopped, but the wind was still cool.Jiang Cha gathered his coat, walked to a small western-style building, stopped, stopped.

The small mansion was bought by Givenchy for her in the past.

The jasmine flowers planted in the yard were in bloom, but they were drenched by the rain. A few flowers fell overwhelmed and got wet in the mud.

At that time, it was sold at a low price to a couple. They were casual. The flowers in the yard were still blooming after such a long time. Jasmine, camellia, tuberose, some bloomed and some did not bloom, and it was still the same.It's easy to sell a house, but I don't know if it's hard to buy it back.

Jiang Cha rang the doorbell, but no one opened the door.

She stood there waiting for the door that would open without knowing when, feeling a little tired, she put her finger on the wet fingerprint lock.

There was a slight vibration from the fingerprint lock.

Jiang Cha's whole body was shocked.

She pushed lightly, and the imitation bronze door creaked open.The garden is not big, a blue-gray gravel path leads to it, and it is paved directly to the bottom of the stone steps.After entering the garden with ginger tea, I saw that the weeds had spread over my ankles.After several rains, the dew on the foxtail grass gently brushed her calves.

The red door was closed tightly, Jiang Cha stuck her index finger again, the door lock shook and opened again.

The doors were pushed open one after another, and the windows were all closed, making it a bit stuffy.The furnishings inside were covered with dust, and it was no different from before, and the quiet room became noisy with the sound of slow footsteps.When the house was bought by Givenchy, Ginger Tea has no idea, just looking at the crazy weeds growing in the yard, the eyes are slightly sour.

When she got home at night, she got a call.

"I'm Jiang Han."

The woman on the other side of the phone smiled: "Xiao Jiang, remember me? I met a doctor at a class reunion before."

Jiang Cha was startled, and said, "Doctor Jiang, hello."

"I'm back in China. I said before that I plan to come back for development. The resignation procedure was just completed a few days ago. Are you busy recently? Let's go out and get together."

Jiang Cha lowered her eyes, and was about to decline politely, when she heard Jiang Han say indifferently: "You bring your family out together, it's okay, let's just have dinner with ordinary friends."

"she is not here."

Jiang Cha tried hard to swallow her tears, her voice was very calm.

"Not here?"

Jiang Han seemed a little surprised, and said, "By the way, is she...in the country recently?"

"I do not know."

Jiang Cha's voice was hoarse and trembling, and she was already crying: "I don't know where she is, she's gone, I can't find her, I can't find her anywhere..."

Jiang Han let out an "ah" and thought, what happened to the two of them?Jiang Han stayed in the United States in his early years and stayed abroad all year round. He didn't know what Jiang Cha's partner was, but because he had conflicts with Givenchy before, he always remembered her appearance.

Jiang Han said: "Coincidentally, I saw someone very similar to her in our hospital, but I'm not sure if it's because she doesn't seem to recognize me at all."

Jiang Cha stood up abruptly, curling her fingertips: "Really?"

"Otherwise, I'll take you to see it?" Jiang Han asked.

I bought the ticket for the day and arrived in the evening.

The plane broke through the clouds and descended, and the sun in the distance sank little by little, slowly eroding away the silver-gray wings, leaving a piece of melting white.

Jiang Han said that the hospital she used to work in was the best hospital in New York. He said that even if Givenchy had something, if he went in for surgery, it should be a success. He kept persuading her along the way, telling her not to worry.

Jiang Cha was timid.

"arrive."

Jiang Han pointed to the long and cold aisle, and said, I remember correctly, I saw her in the ward here.

Ginger Tea walked in step by step.

Take the position on the left and look in.

In one room, there was a thin woman with black hair.

My heart was beating fast and chaotically, and I felt a little dizzy for a while.

Jiang Cha hid it, and looked there carefully. The man in the ward was slowly peeling an apple, and the knife skills were hard to describe.She was half leaning on the bed, self-sufficient, eating small bites, and quickly ate it down to a core.

The man was wearing a loose hospital gown, lifted the quilt, and put on slippers.As if afraid of the cold, he picked up a white windbreaker from the sofa on one side and slipped it on lightly.The windbreaker was a bit nondescript, but Jiang Cha thought she was just good-looking in an instant, with long legs and a thin waist, but she seemed to have lost weight again.

The woman went out and turned left, not knowing where she was going.

Jiang Cha stared blankly at her back.

The man seemed to have noticed something, turned around, and smiled slowly.

Jiang Cha looked at her quietly for a long time, finally mustered up the courage, and said in a trembling voice, "Given."

Called twice, the man did not answer.

Ginger Tea's nose soured, almost crying.

She stepped forward, and when the man was about to turn around, he suddenly hugged her from behind.

The body temperature is hot, although she is thin, her thin and tough waist is still warm and comfortable to hug.Jiang Cha's arms tightened, she turned her head, and leaned her face against her back, but tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes, soaking her clothes.

The person paused, then turned around, the gaze in her eyes was unfamiliar, she looked at Jiang Cha quietly, a little surprised.

She pulled her body away from Jiang Cha's arms bit by bit, her eyes guarded and distant.

Under such gazes, Jiang Cha slowly let go of her arms.

The woman didn't speak, just smiled.Wearing a white windbreaker, she walked to the end of the corridor gently and unhurriedly.Standing far away, she suddenly turned around and asked in Chinese: Hello, what's your name.

Jiang Cha looked at her and said softly, "Ginger Tea."

The woman smiled softly and said, the name is really nice.

Jiang Cha pursed her lips tightly.

The woman was startled, her thick eyelashes trembled, and she asked helplessly, why are you crying?