Acting as a substitute

Yuan Jiayi unbuckled his seat belt, took out a medicine box from his schoolbag, took a few pills, put them in his mouth, frowned, and put his fists on his knees. Pale and gray.

After a long time, he sighed softly, opened the door and got out of the car.

The old house of the Sheng family never gave him a key. Although Sheng Jianghe sent a text message, by the time he arrived from get off work, the door of the Sheng family had already been closed and no one answered.

The villa was brightly lit, and he stood under surveillance at the door, so it was impossible that no one would notice him.

Menlei rushed over against the torrential rain, and landed on Yuan Jiayi's body, drenching his clothes instantly.

He stretched out his hand to wipe his face, half clenched his palm into a fist to cover the gauze on his cheek, but the rain was too heavy, the wound was still itchy and painful.

I don't know how long it took before the door in front of me slowly opened.

Yuan Jiayi secretly heaved a sigh of relief, stepped into the yard, and through the French windows, saw Sheng Lan who was gloating.

He quickly lowered his head, avoiding the smug gaze.

The Sheng family had just had dinner, and the lingering aroma of the food was still wafting in the dining room. Seeing Yuan Jiayi coming in, the cook Mama Chen hurriedly picked up the kitchen waste, wiped the grease stains on her apron with her hands, and went back to the servant's room.

The corner of the clothes was still dripping with drops of water. Yuan Jiayi looked down at himself, who was drenched all over, and rubbed the soles of his shoes on the carpet at the door, but he still didn't step on the spotless solid wood floor.

"My brother is here, come in quickly."

Sheng Lan probably just left the variety show, the makeup on her face is extremely exquisite, her black and white eyes are full of energy, and the tails of her eyes are shimmering, she is nestled on the sofa in the magnificent hall, as if she is an innocent angel left in the world, more and more It contrasted Yuan Jiayi's embarrassment.

Knowing that he was just mocking, Yuan Jiayi stood there without saying a word, waiting for Sheng Jianghe's order.

Satisfied with his knowledge and interests, Sheng Jianghe sized him up for a while, then snorted coldly, "When you come, go where you should go, wait for me to invite you?"

"Yes, Mr. Sheng."

Yuan Jiayi felt that the wet gauze on his cheeks was in the way, so he raised his hand and tore it off, stuffed it into his clothes pocket, bent down to take off his shoes, and walked over wearing only cotton socks.

Stepping into the ancestral hall, he found that Sheng Jianghe didn't come in with him. Yuan Jiayi felt relieved, moved to kneel in front of the ancestral tablet, and quietly closed his eyes to rest.

After a while, Sheng Jianghe pushed the door open with a black wooden stick and strode in. Seeing Yuan Jiayi's drowsy look, he slammed him on the shoulder angrily, "Bold!"

Hearing the sound of the door being opened behind him, Yuan Jiayi's back was covered in cold sweat instantly, clenching his fists and waiting for the imminent pain on his back. Sure enough, in the next second, a familiar heavy blow hit his upper spine, causing him to gasp in pain In one breath, the forehead was immediately covered with a thin layer of sweat, and with the raindrops that had not yet evaporated, it spread down the brow bone in a rustle.

The salt in the water flowed through the wound on his face, making Yuan Jiayi painful and itchy.

He silently calmed down the slightly embarrassing rapid breathing, pursed his lips against the pain, and there was still a hint of secret joy and happiness in his heart.

Thanks to the fact that he had already taken the medicine, otherwise he might really be groaning in pain.

Seeing him biting his lip and not making a sound, Sheng Jianghe felt even more tyrannical in his heart, and kicked Yuan Jiayi's ribs again.

The sound of delicate and expensive pointed-toed leather shoes kicking against flesh is indeed more pleasant than the sound of wooden sticks hitting one's body.

Also feel better.

The tip of Yuan Jiayi's chin was trembling, so he could only let himself think of other things to distract himself.

"These few times are just to punish you for being late."

People who don't cry or shout, fights are always boring, and they feel boring when they fight. Sheng Jianghe dropped the wooden stick, bent down and grabbed Yuan Jiayi's neck, forcing him to look up at himself.

Yuan Jiayi was forced to raise his head, the feeling of suffocation became more and more serious every time, he didn't struggle, and let the things in front of him become more and more blurred.

whatever.

It hurts so much.

"Want to die?" Sheng Jianghe saw that his frown gradually relaxed, as if he wanted to be relieved, he slapped his hands a few times, and then watched with satisfaction that the wound on Yuan Jiayi's face opened again, overflowing with blood, and approached his ear Side, "If you want to die, I'll let your bitch mother accompany you."

"……do not."

Yuan Jiayi pressed cold fingers on Sheng Jianghe's wrist, making him shiver from the cold, and immediately threw away the slender neck in his hands in disgust.

Sufficient air was regained in the lungs, Yuan Jiayi lay on the ground and breathed heavily, physiological tears quickly slipped from the end of his red eyes, dripped on the fabric of the cuffs, and disappeared into the quiet blackness.

He wiped the wound with the back of his hand, knelt down again, and his face was full of humility.

Sheng Jianghe straightened his collar and looked at him: "I heard that you have already talked to Mrs. Bo on the phone."

Yuan Jiayi nodded: "Yes."

The door behind him was opened a crack, and Sheng Jianghe looked helplessly at Sheng Lan who was eavesdropping at the door, "Come in, Lanlan, what are you doing eavesdropping on?"

Even though he knew that Sheng Lan was right behind him, Yuan Jiayi subconsciously clenched his fists in fear to prepare for a sudden blow from behind.

Sheng Lan seemed to be in a good mood today, he didn't do anything to Yuan Jiayi, instead he pretended to kneel on the soft futon and bowed to the ancestral tablet, and was helped by Sheng Jianghe to sit in a chair by the wall.

Sheng Jianghe asked, "Did Young Master Bo say when he would take you back to the old house of Bo's family?"

Yuan Jiayi thought about it for a while, and said: "Mr. Bo said, I will wait until my grandma is in better health and my hair grows longer before going back to the old house."

The long hair here was purely added by Yuan Jiayi for the favor of Bo Sheng's father and son.

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, a shy blush appeared on Sheng Lan's pretty face, "Did Shen Yan really say that?"

"Yes, Mr. Bo really likes brother."

Yuan Jiayi pursed his lips and looked at Sheng Lan, his eyes were full of sincerity.

Sheng Lan and Sheng Jianghe glanced at each other, and when they were about to say something more, they heard humming vibrations from Yuan Jiayi's body, only twice.

When it was raining outside, Yuan Jiayi hid his mobile phone in his sweater pocket to prevent the only valuable thing on his body from being washed away by the heavy rain. At this time, the vibration made him feel relieved, but also worried.

"...Ahem, Mr. Sheng, can I check the news? I'm worried it's about the hospital."

Yuan Jiayi's throat was so itchy that he couldn't help coughing twice, and looked up at Sheng Jianghe beggingly.

Satisfied with his performance just now, Sheng Jianghe waved his hand like a gift, "What can be wrong."

"Thank you."

With his hands under his clothes, he nimbly took out his cell phone from his inner pocket, and Yuan Jiayi looked down at the messages on the screen.

Seeing the sender above, his pupils shrank slightly, and he subconsciously turned his shoulders, slightly avoiding the sight of the Sheng family and his son.

After hesitating on the keyboard with his fingertips for a moment, Yuan Jiayi put the phone back in his pocket and continued to kneel on the ground obediently.

Sheng Jianghe took out his mobile phone and dialed the staff in charge of taking care of Yuan Miao in the nursing home. A picture of Yuan Miao appeared on the screen. He stood up and walked to Yuan Jiayi, and pointed the camera at his eyes.

Thinking that Sheng Jianghe was going to hit him again, Yuan Jiayi closed his eyes tightly and remained motionless, only dared to open them after being slapped on the back of the head, and raised his head suspiciously.

The person who fell into sight made Yuan Jiayi's eyes turn red. He tidied his rain-drenched hair awkwardly, but his hair was thin and limp, and it became more and more messy. He could only raise his hand to cover the wound on his face and smile at her. "Mom, mom, can you see me?"

Yuan Miao was looking at the roof with wide eyes, and when she heard the call, she turned her head slowly, raised her bony fingers tremblingly, and pointed in the direction of Yuan Jiayi, tears fell on the pillow like broken threads.

"... Jia... Jia..."

"It's me, mom, it's me, it's Jiajia."

Yuan Jiayi looked at the phone a little far away from him, so he walked forward a few steps to get closer to the camera, trying to make Yuan Miao see more clearly.

"Mom, look that I've gained a lot of weight." Yuan Jiayi squeezed the flesh on his face, and smiled shyly, "Mom should also take injections and medicine, and we will all get better."

"... Jia... Jia..."

Yuan Miao has almost lost her language function, and her atrophied muscles can only support her monotonously repeating Yuan Jiayi's name over and over again.

But that's enough.

Yuan Jiayi held back his tears, not daring to blur his eyes and lose the chance to see Yuan Miao.

Even if he can look at his mother more, his courage to live will be more and greater.

Sheng Jianghe's expected effect has been achieved, he mercilessly cut off the call and took back the phone.

Yuan Jiayi threw his hands into the air, and knelt on the ground as if he was exhausted, his thin chest rose and fell slightly.

During the drive back to Bo's house, Yuan Jiayi intermittently recalled what Sheng Jianghe said to him in the back, and several times almost ran into the truck speeding across.

It was almost eleven o'clock when I got home.

Yuan Jiayi's drenched clothes have also been evaporated by the warm air in the car, leaving only the underwear inside still a little damp.

He entered the password carefully and tiptoed into the house.

The lights in the living room came on suddenly, making him stop in fright.

It's Bo Shenyan.

"Why didn't you reply to my message? I cooked the porridge myself," he said while lying on the sofa, biting the word "self" very hard, as if he was asking for credit, like a child asking for praise from his parents , "It's boiled a little too much, if you don't want to throw it away, you can eat it."

Yuan Jiayi was stunned for a moment.

After Bo Shenyan finished speaking, as if he had completed the task, he ran up the stairs holding Nuomi who was almost unconscious from sleep.

Walk briskly.

Looking back and seeing the small beige pot with porridge warming on the stove, Yuan Jiayi took a half-believing step and walked over.

There is a post-it note on the lid of the pot: I have boiled too much, but I just don’t know where to pour it.

The man's handwriting is iron painted with silver hooks, extremely arrogant, and it seems that he can vaguely see a few twisted postures.

Yuan Jiayi's eyes fell on the kitchen waste disposer next to the dishwasher, and its existence seemed very unconvincing at this time.

He took the paper and read it several times, his eyes suddenly bent.