Acting as a substitute

Yuan Jiayi knelt on the ground, facing the burning incense altar, his back was stretched straight, his lower limbs could hardly feel the existence of his knees, only the icy coolness remained.

He moved his knee lightly and changed the place, trying to relieve the numbness of his bones, but soon it was of no avail, the stinging pain hit his knee again, causing him to frown slightly.

"Kneeling for so long, is there anything you want to say?" Sheng Jianghe sat on the chair behind him and smoked a cigar leisurely.

Before Yuan Jiayi could speak, he kicked him on the back. Unprepared, Yuan Jiayi bumped his head on the altar, his forehead turned red.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Sheng."

Yuan Jiayi's voice was cold, but his polite apology aroused Sheng Jianghe's tyrannical heart even more.

He picked up the yellow rosewood crutch and swung it towards Yuan Jiayi's back, looking at his expression with a sarcasm, trying to see the look of begging for mercy on that beautiful face.

But no.

Sheng Jianghe threw away his crutches, leaned over and clamped Yuan Jiayi's neck, "Are you sure you really don't want to write anymore? How dare you?"

The handsome face of the person in front of him was terrifying and disgusting at this moment, Yuan Jiayi looked at him weakly with drooping eyelids, he was pinched so hard to breathe, and the gentle eyes of another person appeared in front of his eyes.

Do not write in the future.

"...I won't write any more."

Yuan Jiayi struggled to find a trace of oxygen from Sheng Jianghe's fingers, and his red eyes refused to shed tears.

"You look so stubborn, you really look like your mother."

Sheng Jianghe laughed instead, and patted his face with the other hand, loosened the strength of the hand that was pinching his neck, and let go of Yuan Jiayi who was restrained.

"Mr. Sheng, can I go see my mother?"

Yuan Jiayi coughed twice, then looked up at him again, looking expectantly.

It seems that only at this time, there will be a look of pleading in his eyes.

Looking at the pair of eyes that were very similar to his own, Sheng Jianghe's face loosened, as if he had a heart of compassion, and just as his lips were slightly opened, he was interrupted by Sheng Lan who rushed in and kicked Yuan Jiayi's head on the chest.

"Dad, you don't know, he took my glutinous rice away!"

Sheng Jianghe frowned unhappily, "What glutinous rice?"

"The cat I gave to Shen Yan, now Nuomi accepts this bastard as his master."

Sheng Lan stared at Yuan Jiayi's face, gritted his teeth, and searched for places on his face that were not as good as his own, but to no avail.

Having reached this conclusion, Sheng Lan became even angrier, pulled Yuan Jiayi's collar, swung his arms and slapped him twice.

Yuan Jiayi licked the corner of his bleeding mouth, bearing it expressionlessly.

"Cry for me, if you cry, I'll let you see that bitch Yuan Miao!" His silence made Sheng Lan feel like a clown, and he became more and more angry, clamping his shoulders and screaming, "Cry..."

Yuan Jiayi pursed his lips, then raised his head to stare at Sheng Lan's pupils, two lines of clear tears flowed down from the end of his eyes, and his thick eyelashes were wet with tears.

"Please."

Sheng Jianghe walked outside the door and whispered a few words, and then several tall men in black came in, pulled up Yuan Jiayi who was kneeling on the ground without any explanation, put a hood on his head, and moved neatly take people away.

The knee that had been kneeling for several hours was suddenly and forcibly changed. Yuan Jiayi grunted in pain, still gritted his teeth and managed to keep up with the footsteps of the people around him.

Sheng Jianghe didn't want him to remember the route.

The black cloth bag covered his head, causing Yuan Jiayi to feel fear in the daytime. He tightly grasped the hem of his clothes and followed the lead of the man in front of him step by step.

Fortunately, the escorts were kind-hearted, they pulled the cloth scarf on Yuan Jiayi's face from time to time to leave some space, as if they were afraid that he would suffocate to death.

The fierce black Alpha is driving on the expressway around the city, and the speed is not slow.

Yuan Jiayi's chest kicked by Sheng Lan is still aching, and his head is dizzy. Even if he doesn't cover his eyes, he is powerless to remember the detour.

As soon as the car stopped, the hood was removed, and the glaring light shone on his face. Yuan Jiayi subconsciously turned his head to avoid the light in front of him.

Most of the luxury cars are parked in this underground parking lot, and there are many wealthy and dignified people who live in this nursing home.

Yuan Jiayi ignored the pain in his body, hurriedly straightened his hair and collar against the car window, pursed his lips and tried a few smiling expressions, and then walked towards the elevator under the urging of the man in black.

The place Sheng Jianghe chose for Yuan Miao can be said to be a very comfortable and quiet environment. Outside the window, there are dark green pines and cypresses, and the sharp needles are still covered with white snow, which inspires the patient to hope for a new life.

At the end of the corridor is Yuan Miao's ward.

The person guarding her had a brief conversation with the person escorting Yuan Jiayi, looked Yuan Jiayi up and down for a while, nodded and let him go.

The closer he was to Yuan Miao's ward, the more Yuan Jiayi felt his fingertips tremble and feel cold.

He didn't know how to describe this feeling.

All the sufferings and sufferings I have endured for so long are all for today, to be able to see Yuan Miao without distraction.

There is a small window in the door.

Yuan Jiayi quickly raised his hand and pressed it on the handle to pull it away, but suddenly remembered something, leaned over to the glass, arranged his hair again under the light and shadow, slowed down his breathing, and carefully pulled it away Road small window.

The person on the hospital bed was pale and skinny, with blue retention needles inserted into the protruding blood vessels on his wrists. His once thick hair was now thin and yellow. Without his skin color, he even looked a bit like the hoarse voice in a certain movie. A lanky crawling monster.

"... What..."

Yuan Jiayi choked as soon as he opened his mouth, and no sound came out of his throat.

His chest was heaving violently, his tears were wiping away more and more, and he lay down in front of the small window sobbing, "...Mom...Mom, Mom..."

Like a baby who just learned to speak, repeating the only two words over and over again, Yuan Jiayi became more and more greedy, and reached out to grab the locked doorknob, "Mom, look at me, I am Jiajia... Why can't it be opened, why can't it be opened..."

The guard seemed to be a little bit disappointed, and couldn't bear to let this skinny young man continue to suffer like this. He exchanged glances with the people around him, and strode over to open the door for Yuan Jiayi.

"Within my authority, you only have 5 minutes. If you take longer, you will be discovered by Mr. Sheng."

"Thank you, thank you."

Yuan Jiayi wiped away his tears, bowed deeply to him, took the sterile suit from the man, quickly changed into it, pursed his lips and walked in quietly.

He stood behind Yuan Miao's bed end, deliberately making a little noise to prevent her from being scared when she suddenly opened her eyes and saw him.

"Mother."

Yuan Jiayi called softly.

Afraid that she would wake up, and hoped that she would wake up.

The person on the bed has been bedridden for many years, and all senses of the body have long since degenerated. Yuan Jiayi didn't expect her to hear his own voice, but Yuan Miao opened his eyes extremely slowly.

"..."

She looked at Yuan Jiayi, and seemed to recognize it for a while, the cloudy eyes suddenly shone with indescribable joy.

"Mom," Yuan Jiayi hurriedly walked towards her side of the bed, because he was in a hurry, but his knees still hadn't slowed down, and the shoe covers on his feet slipped sideways, and he staggered and fell to his knees on the ground, his face But there was a smile that couldn't be concealed, "Mom, look, it's me, I'm Jiajia."

"...Ka...Ka."

"It's me, it's me, mom, touch my face, I'm Jiajia," Yuan Jiayi raised his gloved hand to hold Yuan Miao's wrist, lowered his head and lay on the hospital bed, gently Putting that hand on her face wearing a mask, she led her fingers to stroke her exposed skin, coquettishly, "Mom, am I getting fat?"

"Jia, Jia."

Yuan Miao could only say these two words, and just these two words seemed to use up all her strength.

She blinked her eyes hard, which represented her approval of Yuan Jiayi's words, and happiness was hidden even in the creases at the end of her eyes.

When Yuan Jiayi was born, she was only 19 years old, and now she is only in her early forties, but the vicissitudes and frailty on her face made her look like an old woman in her sixties.

Yuan Jiayi couldn't bear the time to shed tears, and told her about his life very fast.

He knows that every time we meet, there may be no next time, so he has to treat every meeting as the last.

Yuan Miao's memory is not good, she must not remember what he said, but as long as she is happy every second when she hears these words, it is enough.

"Look, mom, I'm married."

He raised his hand and proudly showed Yuan Miao the ring he put on in a hurry before entering the ward. His cheeks were slightly flushed, probably because of the high temperature in the ward and the fact that he was wearing a sterile suit.

Yuan Miao curled her lips under the oxygen mask, "...good...jia...jia, good..."

"He's very good-looking, tall and long-legged, kind-hearted, and has a super cute personality," Yuan Jiayi lowered his head and trembling his eyelashes, hiding his deceitful guilt and guilt for Bo Shenyan, then raised his head again , "If mom gets better, next time, I'll bring him to see your mother-in-law, okay?"

Under Yuan Miao's gradually focusing eyes, Yuan Jiayi finally shed tears in relief, and pointed to his eyes, "Look, mom, my eyes have undergone surgery, and I don't need to wear glasses anymore. The only drawback is that it will be a little glare. But it's okay, I can still see clearly, mom, don't cry, I can see your tears."

"...Jiajia... yes..." Yuan Miao frowned tightly, and desperately gritted his teeth to pronounce, "One...in...in Yu, Cheng...'s home...in the backyard..."

"what?"

Yuan Jiayi couldn't hear or understand what she said, so he could only try his best to stick to the outside of the oxygen mask and listen to Yuan Miao finish.

The tendons on Yuan Miao's neck were straining, "There is... Bo..."

The door of the ward was suddenly opened.

"Time is up!"

The author has something to say: Stomach pain is really uncomfortable. Everyone must take good care of their bodies. Once it hurts, it will last for several days.

During the current epidemic situation, everyone must wear a mask when going out.

I'm worried that I will be seriously ill, so I won't be able to code and typeset. I will release tomorrow's one in advance. Don't say that I will stop updating tomorrow. I have double updated today, mua~~~

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