The president is dying every day

Ren Chuan likes him.

Jiang Huan stood still in place as if struck by lightning.

He cannot accept it rationally, because for more than 20 years, his sexual orientation has always been women, and the movies he watches are all AV.

But his heart, at this moment, was expressing joy, beating thud-thump-thump, as if spring had come.

Jiang Huan didn't know what to do.

He sat still on the bed for a long time, motionless like a sculpture, and his palms were covered with fine beads of sweat.

Perhaps, the days of pretending to be sick are over.

He lowered his eyes and called Zhong Nian, "Come pick me up at the hospital gate in half an hour."

Zhong Nian didn't ask why, but devoted himself to his duty, "Okay."

Jiang Huan took a deep breath and started to pack his luggage, but after packing, he found that most of the things in his ward were brought by Ren Chuan.

Ren Chuan's slippers, Ren Chuan's pillow, Ren Chuan's toys, Ren Chuan's model airplane...

Even he himself was labeled as Ren Chuan's exclusive label.

They have the same smell, wear couple's slippers, slept in the same bed, and looked at each other's J/J.

God, if Ren Chuan was a woman, the second child would be born by this time.

Jiang Huan gave up something, decided not to take anything away, and let everything stay in this ward.

That's it.

Jiang Huan folded the hospital gown and put it on the pillow, put on the coat, waved his hand, turned and walked out of the ward without taking a cloud.

The door of the opposite ward just opened, Ren Chuan looked at him, "Brother, where are you going?"

Jiang Huan was suddenly speechless facing him.

"I..." Jiang Huan's eyes flickered, avoiding Ren Chuan's eyes, "I'm going downstairs for a walk to get some air."

"Oh." Ren Chuan nodded, "Come back soon, I've inquired, there is your favorite braised pork at noon today!"

"Yeah." Jiang Huan forced a smile, walked in front of Ren Chuan, and suddenly opened his arms, "Hug me."

Ren Chuan was confused and didn't know why he hugged suddenly, but he still stepped forward and hugged Jiang Huan forcefully.

Jiang Huan buried the tip of his nose in Ren Chuan's neck and took a deep sniff, trying to remember the smell of him at last.

"Oh, you're so clingy." Ren Chuan complained, "Why don't you just go downstairs, you have to give me a hug."

He told Jiang Huan, "Come back soon."

Jiang Huan responded, "Yes."

Then he turned and left.

never came back.

Ren Chuan noticed something was wrong when it was time for dinner. Jiang Huan didn't come to him for dinner. After eating, he wanted to go to the ward to find Jiang Huan, but found that the nurse was packing the things in the ward.

"Wait!" Ren Chuan was impatient, "Why did you clean up everything?"

The nurse threw all the useless things into the trash bag, "because there will be new patients here soon."

"New patient?" Ren Chuan was dumbfounded, "The original one hasn't left yet!"

The nurse told him solemnly, "The original patient has left this..."

Ren Chuan watched the nurse's mouth open and close, but he couldn't hear what he said.

It was like a bolt from the blue, and Ren Chuan was immediately dumbfounded.

Jiang Huan died.

The nurse finished speaking, "...leave this ward."

"What about others?" Ren Chuan wanted to ask clearly, "Where are you now?"

The nurse pointed to the outside of the hospital.

Ren Chuan staggered and took two steps back, unable to believe all this.

Jiang Huan has already been buried...

Ren Chuan didn't know how he got out of the ward. He held back his tears, his nails were embedded in his flesh, and he looked up at the sky at 45 degrees so that the tears would not flow down.

Fortunately, he was already mentally prepared for Jiang Huan's death, knowing that there would be such a day sooner or later.

Go see him again... one last time.

Ren Chuan called Meng Chun, "Check out which cemetery in the city has just moved in with a man named Jiang Huan."

After a pause, Ren Chuan added, "Start with the cheapest cemetery."

Since Jiang Huan is no longer in this world, there is no need for him to continue pretending to be sick.

Ren Chuan tidied up the room and found that most of them were stolen from Jiang Huan's ward, Jiang Huan's slippers, Jiang Huan's facial cleanser, Jiang Huan's favorite books, and Jiang Huan's old man Le...

While weeping, Ren Chuan collected them one by one and put them into cardboard boxes. These are Jiang Huan's relics.

He should cherish it.

Half an hour later, Meng Chun drove and waited for him at the hospital gate.

Ren Chuan was holding a cardboard box in his arms, still sniffing his nose, and hiccupping from time to time.

Meng Chun looked at him twice in the rearview mirror, coughed twice, and asked him, "Boss, are you recovering?"

"I'm cured." Ren Chuan was full of sad poetry, "but my heart is dead."

Meng Chun: "..."

He didn't say anything, started the car and drove to the cemetery.

Ren Chuan looked at the scenery on the street, and late autumn painted the city with a thick layer of ink, but Jiang Huan couldn't see all of this.

"Wait." Ren Chuan suddenly stopped, "Go develop a color photo."

Black and white photos cannot be used on Jiang Huan's tombstone, as it conceals his handsomeness.

Meng Chun parked at the entrance of a photo studio and took Ren Chuan in to develop the photos.

There are many photos of Jiang Huan stored in Ren Chuan's mobile phone. He was in a dilemma for a long time before choosing the one he likes the most and handing it to the owner of the photo studio to print.

The cheapest cemetery is in the suburbs, and it takes an hour and a half to drive. Ren Chuan sorted out his mood in the car, and he must not cry when he sees Jiang Huan in a while.

The last side of each other should be smiling.

But after thinking about it, Ren Chuan burst into tears again, crying loudly on the back seat, "Wow-wah-wah-wah-"

Meng Chun turned over the white play, right to think that he is deaf and blind, and let Ren Chuan make troubles.

Just like this all the way "Wow-wah-wah-wah-"

Suddenly, a police siren sounded from behind the car, and the traffic police followed behind on a motorcycle, picked up the walkie-talkie, "That Maybach in front, stop!"

What's going on here?Meng Chun, who was driving, froze for a moment, not knowing what he had done, turned to the right to park, opened the door and was about to get out of the car.

The traffic policeman showed his ID, "Received a report from a private car that there are children crying all the time in your car. It is suspected of child trafficking. Please get off the car and accept the inspection."

Meng Chun: "..."

Ren Chuan: "..."

It really took a lot of hard work to explain clearly to the traffic police that they really didn't kidnap and traffic children, so Ren Chuan almost cried twice on the spot for the traffic police to listen to.

Ren Chuan pointed to his car, "Maybach, comrade policeman, which child trafficker drives a Maybach!"

The traffic policeman glanced at him noblely and coldly, "Who knows what you rich people think."

Ren Chuan: "..."

He took a step forward, "Actually, to tell you the truth, I was the one who cried just now."

"Can't I tell if the child is crying or you are crying?" The traffic police didn't believe it at all.

Ren Chuan wanted to explain clearly, "Because of love..."

"I won't be sad easily." The traffic policeman interrupted him, "What's the use of singing? Take out your driver's license ID card!"

Ren Chuan: "..."

After finally getting rid of the suspicion and getting back in the car, Ren Chuan didn't want to cry at all.

"Boss." Meng Chun was a little speechless, "You have the skills, how about you go and mess with us?"

Can you be a little bit enterprising?

Ren Chuan sniffed and looked at the sky and the earth, but he didn't look at Meng Chun, like a brat who didn't admit to doing something wrong.

When they came to the suburban cemetery, the cemetery administrator led them to find Jiang Huan's tombstone.

Ren Chuan put down the flowers in his hand, and was about to confide his heart to the tombstone, but he stopped when he saw the photo.

Why does Jiang Huan's black and white photos look so old?

Ren Chuan made up his mind in his heart that he must use color photos when he dies in the future, so that he can restore his handsomeness without any dead ends.

"I haven't had time to tell you some things. I always thought we would have a future." Ren Chuan stroked the tombstone, as if he was touching Jiang Huan's face, "But I didn't expect you to walk so fast."

"You think of me as a younger brother, but I never regarded you as a brother." Ren Chuan sniffed, and overlaid the printed color photo on the black and white photo, "I'm fucking greedy for your body."

"I didn't even taste it, you were cremated." Ren Chuan was crying, with snot and tears coming out, "Why is there such a miserable thing in this world?"

"I lied to you. I'm not a takeaway boy at all. I'm the president, the kind of president in the text of the domineering president." Ren Chuan hugged the tombstone and cried, "When we were together, I I didn't let you live a good day, now I have the ability, but you don't need it anymore!"

"Is our fate destined to be a chase?"

Meng Chun was standing a dozen meters away smoking a cigarette. Ren Chuan's wailing was extremely penetrating, and everything he yelled was poured into his ears without saying a word.

Looking up at the cloudless blue sky, Meng Chun sighed heavily. It seemed that the company had nothing to hope for.

With the mobile phone in his hand, he sent a message to Zhong Nian, "Have you eaten, baby?" "Have you missed me, baby?" "My husband misses you." ?” “My husband is going to pick you up.”

After sending about a dozen messages, Zhong Nian condescended to reply with one word, "Get lost!"

They haven't seen each other since their fight at Wal-Mart.

The situation is a little urgent, and things are a little tricky.

Speaking of it, Meng Chun was also very strange. He put a box of condoms in Ren Chuan's backpack. He thought he was doomed, but Ren Chuan didn't ask the teacher to blame him.

Could it be that the box of condoms happened to be used?

Ren Chuan reminisced about the tombstone all afternoon, and finally cried enough, and hiccupped and said to Meng Chun: "Go home."

The two left the cemetery together.

Not long after they left, the family came to the cemetery with paper money and incense. They were taken aback when they saw the flowers in front of the tombstone.

Immediately afterwards, the head of the family yelled out, "Who the hell has changed my dad's photo!"

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Doctor: Both parties do not recommend leaving the hospital. It is recommended to stay in prison for another ten years.