The president is dying every day

Three months.

Ren Chuan bought a plane ticket to London and measured every inch of London with his own feet, including 32 municipalities.

Standing by the Thames, looking at the flowing river and the lights reflected on it, Ren Chuan even had a momentary delusional thought that Jiang Huan had just passed him by.

But after turning around abruptly, there was nothing behind him except the traffic lights and the desolate rain.

Jiang Huan disappeared.

People were coming and going at King's Cross Station, Ren Chuan put his hands in his pockets, staring at the yellow line on the platform that indicated danger, lost his mind for a moment, his legs moved forward involuntarily——

"Mr. Ren." Lucy's voice sounded in the earphones, "It has been detected that your heart rate is much higher than usual, I suggest you stay away from the dangerous area, relax your body, take a deep breath, and then buy yourself a cup of hot coffee, because today the city of London There is light rain in the area."

Ren Chuanmaikong's footsteps stopped in mid-air, and the train roared past him, and they would collide with each other by a hair's breadth.

The moment of life and death, but Ren Chuan couldn't help but think of three months ago.

He still remembers that when he first came to King's Cross Station, the staff tried their best to prevent him from sticking missing posters on the wall, and there was even a physical conflict, which led to him being taken away by the police for questioning.

With a population of 900 million in London and more than 500 million passengers from all over the world every day, there is a huge crowd. Where can he find that figure?

"Lucy." When Ren Chuan said this, his throat became dry unconsciously, "Help me..."

"...book a plane ticket back home."

The plane rumbled through the sky and landed at the Capital International Airport. It was still cold in spring when it left, but now the flight attendant is predicting that the ground temperature will be as high as [-] degrees. Passengers, please be prepared for heatstroke prevention and cooling down.

Ren Chuan was still wearing his suit, appearing inappropriately this summer. He pushed his suitcase and followed the flow of people into the airport hall, looking blankly at the passengers coming and going.

Zhu Kaifeng and Cui Minghao stood at the exit and waved to him vigorously, "Chuan'er—!"

Ren Chuan stepped forward, even with a smile on his face, as if he had gone to London on a business trip, and when he came back, he still had the energy to find a drink.

"Didn't you say you don't need to pick me up?" Ren Chuan pushed his suitcase out, "What are you doing here?"

"Chuan'er..." Zhu Kaifeng picked up the suitcase, while Cui Minghao held his back, "You are too..."

Without saying a word, he ran off to London like this, only to come back three months later, and everyone would be worried.

Cui Minghao watched Ren Chuan's face, and asked cautiously, "Did you find it?"

The smile on Ren Chuan's face disappeared in an instant.

But then he turned his head to look at Cui Minghao, tilted his head, "Who are you talking about?"

Cui Minghao was afraid of touching his sore spots, so he didn't dare to say his name, "It's Jiang..."

Ren Chuan interrupted him, "I forgot about him."

He hugged the two little ones, "Let's go! Let the three single dogs go to drink!"

Zhu Kaifeng and Cui Minghao looked at each other, and they both had the same doubt in their hearts——

Is three months enough to forget someone?

The disappearance of Jiang Huan was like a stone thrown into the lake, without wind blowing or grass moving, and after a while, the ripples stopped rippling.

The previous year seemed to be a fallacy, Ren Chuan's life is now back on track, he goes to work on time, ruthlessly squeezes Meng Chunzhong's young couple's intimacy time, and after work, he peels off the layer of elite suits on his body, mixed into In the bar in Houhai, I danced with pretty boys face to face, not stingy with my love words and tongue, and was drunk in alcohol.

During the day, he can hardly see any loopholes. Only in the middle of the night, after drunk, he goes home alone and turns on the wall lamp, will he reveal a clue.

His heavy body fell on the bed after being drunk, and the clothes on the bed were messy, as if he was using clothes to build a nest. Ren Chuan hugged the shirt Jiang Huan wore in his arms, buried his nose in it, and took a deep breath, which was already so thin. Almost no trace of that smell.

Jiang Huan's smell.

The smell of home.

Opening the door again, Ren Chuan was drunk, staggering on his feet, resisting the urge to vomit in his throat, just about to pour himself a cup of hot water, when he heard a piercing bird call from the balcony, "Gah!"

Ren Chuan sobered up for a moment. He rushed to the balcony and saw Romeo lying on the bottom of the cage with his eyes closed, while Juliet was restlessly bumping around in the cage, and the ground was covered with fallen feathers.

"Romeo..." Ren Chuan knelt on the ground and opened the birdcage, holding Romeo's body, "What's wrong with you..."

Jiang Huan is gone... even his bird is gone...

"No..." Ren Chuan panted heavily, his heart beating wildly, "No—!"

He rushed out of the house immediately, clamped the mobile phone by his shoulder, and called the pet hospital while hailing a taxi on the street.

It was already late at night, no pet hospital was open, and the phone was full of busy signals.

Ren Chuan stretched out his hand to stop the taxi, and it was so cold in the evening wind.

With his perseverance, he finally broke open the door of a pet hospital with money.

But the doctors are very unprofessional, they don't know how to treat the birds at all, they give some antibiotics for a token, and then they don't know what to do.

Ren Chuan just waited in the pet hospital all night, not knowing what the torment was like. The next morning, the pet doctor who often treats Romeo and Juliet finally woke up and called Ren Chuan back.

At this time, Romeo has only breath in, not breath out.

Seeing this, the pet doctor had no choice but to say, "Mr. Ren, I can only say my best."

"Please..." Ren Chuan almost cried, "Any amount is fine, really..."

Jiang Huan didn't leave much behind.

He has nothing more to lose...

Romeo stayed in the pet hospital for treatment and observation, Ren Chuan dragged his exhausted body back home, Juliet threw himself on the birdcage door, and he knocked out mottled marks on the latch of the birdcage door.

"Juliet!" Ren Chuan was taken aback. He rushed over. Juliet's beak was stained with blood, and the original smooth tongue had been worn out. With a hoarse voice, it yelled at Ren Chuan, "Gah!"

That appearance, as if asking, where did Romeo go.

Ren Chuan couldn't hold back his tears anymore, dripping on the back of his hand, "I'm sorry, Juliet..."

He wailed, "It's useless to be dad..."

The next morning, the veterinarian told Ren Chuan that Romeo died of ascites. Ascites can be big or small for a parrot. As long as it is found and treated early, it will not die.

But Ren Chuan was always drunk when he came home every night, and he even drank two bottles before going to bed, and he would forget to feed the parrot, so he didn't care about it.

Ever since there was no Romeo in the birdcage, Juliet started not to eat or drink. No matter what method Ren Chuan used, no matter how delicious the bird food was, she refused to eat half a mouthful.

No. 15 days after Romeo left, Juliet also lost her vital signs in the pet hospital.

Ren Chuan packed their bodies in brocade boxes and buried them in the garden of the old house.

Just like their names, Romeo and Juliet will always depend on each other and sleep forever in the ground.

The house seemed even more... empty.

Ren Chuan became more and more reckless and addicted to alcohol, to the point where he couldn't live without drinking.

How many times Zhu Kaifeng and Cui Minghao rushed into the bar in the middle of the night, dragged him out, reprimanded him, scolded him, and even cried bitterly, but it didn't help.

When you open the refrigerator at home, you can't see fresh vegetables or food, and the only thing that fills up the refrigerator freezer is always wine.

Spring goes and autumn comes, cold comes and summer goes, it seems that the city of Beijing has not changed at all, and it seems that something has already been turned upside down.

It's been three years, Jiang Huan...

Ren Chuan's eyes were red with drunkenness, and he fell on the sofa, with a mess of wine bottles at his feet.

Lucy's voice came from the earphone, "Mr. Ren, you are destroying your health. The alcohol content in your blood has seriously exceeded the standard. Please don't..."

Ren Chuan immediately took off the earphones.

Lucy's voice came from the phone again, "Please control your emotions and don't hurt your body anymore..."

Ren Chuan picked up the phone and threw it out. The phone hit the floor, and it was smashed to pieces immediately, and the screen went black.

The world is quiet.

A strong burning sensation came from the empty stomach, and the smell of blood and vomiting rushed to the throat.

Ren Chuan spit it out straight away, his throat was convulsed constantly, his stomach was drained of all flesh and blood, his brain was dizzy, his retinas were swollen, his eyes were black spots, and he couldn't see clearly.

He didn't take a breath until there was nothing to vomit, and lay down on the sofa with his mouth open like a dying fish.

It was getting dark in front of him, and Ren Chuan seemed to hear Jiang Huan's voice in a trance.

"Baby..."

"Chuan'er..."

"I can't come back..."

"Don't wait bro..."

"Go and love someone else..."

In the darkness, Ren Chuan roared, "Brother——!"

"Jiang Huan—!"

He almost exhausted all his strength, his throat was almost torn, "Come back—!"

There was no more echo in the darkness.

Tick, tick, tick... Ren Chuan opened his eyes, his eyes were pierced by the bright light, and he blinked twice to get used to it.

He saw the infusion needle on the back of his hand, turned his head, and saw Cui Minghao's livid face.

Ren Chuan opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse, "I..."

"You are capable." Cui Minghao clenched his teeth, his face livid, "You are too capable Ren Chuan——!"

Ren Chuan didn't know why he was so angry suddenly, and sat up frowning, "I..."

Cui Minghao closed his eyes as if he had given up on something. He took out a copy of the results of the ultrasonic gastroscopy and a copy of the CT. He pointed to a shadow in the stomach with a pen, and his voice was trembling, "You know that you... gastric cancer what?"

"What?" Ren Chuan could hardly believe his ears at this moment, "What did you say? Are you serious?"

"Primary tumors appear in the lower part of the stomach, invading the muscularis propria, and even tend to spread to lymph nodes." Cui Minghao was trembling when he said these words. When he became a doctor, he never thought that his hair would be so small There will be times when he is needed, "Ren Chuan..."

Ren Chuan fell back on the hospital bed. He looked at the ceiling, and his brain felt dizzy for a moment.

He didn't expect that he pretended to have stomach cancer and was hospitalized, but now he really has... stomach cancer.