Ex-boyfriend is writing to me again

Chapter 26

The mountain and the sea, the cold wind and the lone bird, walking alone in the middle of the night holding a sharp blade alone.

"I can only give you the moon." Zuo Dao said to Chu Mingyue, "Live well."

Forget about me and live on.

—— "Left Knife"

The white pills in his mouth were crushed with a click, and a bitter taste filled his entire mouth instantly.

Dingling's cell phone rang, interrupting Jiang Anqing's thoughts in the cramped car, he took a deep breath, picked up the phone and got out of the car.

"Hey?"

"I didn't take care of you last night, are you okay?" Li Xiaoshan's voice came, with a trace of cautious questioning, obviously he knew that Jiang Anqing and Shen Shucheng left together for a while last night.

"It's okay." Jiang Anqing walked through the entire underground garage to the elevator door and pressed the button to go upstairs, waiting quietly.

Li Xiaoshan answered on the other end of the phone, and after a brief silence, he said, "Brother Cheng is gone."

"It's to visit his grandma's grave, I don't know where Sanqing's next performance will be..." Li Xiaoshan swallowed the last sentence and wondered if he would come back.

It turned out to be the case.

It was only now that Jiang Anqing came back to his senses. It turned out that Shen Shucheng meant that he would never come to him again.

He flew in briefly, and left quickly.

"Yeah." Jiang Anqing said softly.

Li Xiaoshan was silent for a longer time this time, the elevator door was opened with a ding, and after hearing the sound, he asked more: "Going out?"

Jiang Anqing stepped into the elevator step by step: "Cold water."

"Oh." Li Xiaoshan nodded sharply: "Okay, then you can be busy." After finishing speaking, he added another sentence: "Call me if you have anything to do."

After Jiang Anqing hung up the phone, he pressed the floor, the gray iron elevator door slowly closed in front of his eyes, and the accident happened just as he was putting his phone into his pocket sideways.

An arm wearing a black glove came in with a bang, blocking the elevator from continuing to close.

The travel program was disrupted, and the elevator doors opened again.

Everything happened too fast, Jiang Anqing was covered from behind his mouth, and he pressed hard against the narrow elevator wall, with the cold iron sheet sticking to the side of his face, Jiang Anqing couldn't hold back his breath, and the mist reflected light.

The man's arms tightly wrapped around Jiang Anqing.

fan?Jiang Anqing's mind went blank. The underground garage of the Lengshui Publishing Building is full of surveillance cameras. How could an unidentified fan break in?

Before Jiang Anqing could continue to think, the man behind him in a sweater hat raised Jiang Anqing's chin with a sideways face.

"Hmm..." Jiang Anqing was kissed vigorously by the man.

This is ridiculous!

Jiang Anqing's eyes widened and he struggled with all his strength. He was a grown man, but at this moment Jiang Anqing had no choice but to feel that he was too weak.

The arms were blocked in the small space, and the legs were unable to exert strength. What was even more difficult was that the man behind him was terribly strong, as if he was trying his best to hug Jiang Anqing.

Endless anger rose in Jiang Anqing's mind, he clenched his teeth tightly, and the rusty smell of blood lingered in his nose.

"Uh."

The person behind him let out a muffled groan because of the severe pain.

Jiang Anqing was stunned.

The man's actions did not stop because of Jiang Anqing's resistance, but intensified.

Intense entanglement, hot arms were pressed against Jiang Anqing's hands, and the hot chest was leaning against the back.

Just when Jiang Anqing thought he would continue without stopping, he backed away.

The thick hat of the sweater covered his face and eyebrows, and the two couldn't look at each other.

Jiang Anqing was panting, her arms had changed from a defensive position to a relaxed one.

The man didn't continue to move until there was a ding, and the elevator door made a sound.

The man seemed to have come to his senses, Jiang Anqing stared at him closely, it was a good mistake.

When the elevator door was opened again, the man approached again, but this time there was no confinement of arms, no strong hug, he just approached gently, then bent down and left a light kiss on Jiang Anqing's lips.

It is a completely different restraint from before.

Also like a real goodbye.

The word Shen Shucheng remained on Jiang Anqing's lips, but he couldn't say it out.

The other party covered his face and concealed his figure, Jiang Anqing couldn't lift this thin layer of veil.

If he called out his name, everything covered up would no longer exist, so what was the kiss just now.

Shen Shucheng turned and left without leaving a word.

Jiang Anqing watched the elevator door slowly close, and the slender figure walked further and further away until it disappeared in front of his eyes.

-

"Hello?" Qiu Lan received a call from Jiang Anqing in the office.

"Editor Qiu, I'm really sorry, Zuo Dao's ending...I want to change it again."

Jiang Anqing's voice was slightly hoarse.

Qiu Lan frowned: "What's wrong with you? Have a cold?"

Jiang Anqing shook his head: "No."

Qiu Lan breathed a sigh of relief: "It's fine if you don't have a cold, okay, let's discuss it later?"

"Well, thank you."

Qiu Lan smiled: "It's not about the speed of the work, Mr. An, we will fully cooperate with your progress."

After throwing the phone on the bed, Jiang Anqing covered herself with the pillow.

The tears that had been suppressed for many days finally couldn't help but vent.

Intense and unspeakable sorrow swept Jiang Anqing's whole body in an instant, and depression rushed to his face, and the effect of the medicine was negligible.

Jiang Anqing felt that she had really lost Shen Shucheng.

After six hours of meaningless emptying, the sound of jingling in the kitchen sounded, and Jiang Anqing pulled herself up from the bed and started to heat porridge.

In the middle of the night, Nancheng has not seen rain for a long time. The night sky is clear and the stars are mottled.

Even though the frozen porridge was thawed and reheated well, it was left too long.

The porridge was already sour and I couldn't eat it.

But Jiang Anqing turned a blind eye to it, he quietly took out a spoon to scoop up a bowl, tasted one spoonful after another quietly, without frowning.

A sour and bitter feeling burst into the throat, burning hot.

Jiang Anqing wept silently while drinking.

His wrist holding the spoon trembled slightly. Although he was drinking by will, the severe spasms in his stomach and the pain in his throat were all instinctive protests.

Admit it, throw it away.

Even a bowl of porridge is persuading Jiang Anqing like this.

He couldn't keep Shen Shucheng a living person, couldn't keep him, why couldn't he even drink porridge? The collapse of despair defeated Jiang Anqing's mental state that he had been holding on for several years.

Anger and powerlessness, sadness and helplessness are intertwined in Jiang Anqing's heart, which is so tight that it hurts.

Get some sleep, Jiang Anqing advised herself in her heart.

Get some sleep and everything will be fine.

With a loud bang, Jiang Anqing's eyes went blank and he lost consciousness.

boom--

The skull hit the hospital floor, accompanied by the smell of disinfectant.

Luo Yansheng knelt in front of her, crying like blood: "Auntie kowtowed to you. It's because Auntie didn't teach Shen Shucheng well. Just let him go..."

The sound of kowtowing rang in his ears, Jiang Anqing didn't even have time to help, Luo Yan's forehead was soaked with blood.

Big tears rolled down the thin woman's face.

"Even if Auntie begs you..."

Jiang Anqing stood helplessly in front of this woman, and behind her stood a bunch of unknown men, all of whom got together because of the hospitalization of Grandma Shen Shucheng.

The eyes of those people were like sharp swords, scraping Jiang Anqing's self-esteem at that time.

Seeing the tears on the woman's cheeks, Jiang Anqing suddenly thought, why do other people always cry in front of her.

He can find a reason to cry at any time, and then ask others to cede the land and pay compensation.

Luo Yan's shrill cry brought back Jiang Anqing's thoughts.

It seemed that the gentle method didn't work, and the woman began to scream: "What on earth do you want! Do you want to kill our family? Now every day I get scolded by people poking my spine! Smelly shameless thing! Bah!..."

The green light in the emergency room came on, and the doctor took off his mask and put down the final critical illness notice.

"The patient's condition is not good. Your relatives should come in and talk."

Luo Yan stood up abruptly and ran in.

After 10 minutes of torment, crying and howling sounded one after another in the operating room.

Jiang Anqing sat outside the operating room with limp legs. Luo Yan, who had wiped away her tears, looked much more appropriate than before, but her mouth was still hoarse.

"Do you know what the last words Shen Shucheng's grandma said before she left?"

Jiang Anqing looked at the woman blankly.

"She said..." Luo Yan's eyes were full of vicious hatred: "The old lady's last wish is to hope that Shen Shucheng will live a long life and have many descendants!"

"The old man left with this wish...Even if Shen Shucheng has no son in the future, Auntie begs you to let him go..."

"You are a good boy. Auntie hopes that you can find someone else...don't look for Shen Shucheng."

"There is no one else." Jiang Anqing spoke softly, answering Luo Yan's incoherent speech for the first time.

"what?"

Live a long life, full of children and grandchildren.

The old lady's last wish before she left.

Even if Shen Shucheng has no son, Auntie hopes you will let him go.

-

A beam of bright light hits the pupil.

"Gastric lavage..." "Ready to push in..." "Aid bed!"

The noisy voices in his ears mixed with Luo Yan's shrill shouts, and Jiang Anqing's mind was in a daze.

Ah Ching...

"There is a response! Continue to fight..."

Ah Ching...

"I also want to take a three-letter name like you."

"Jiang Anqing, Shen Shucheng, they rhyme!"

Which three, which green?

"Shen Zi's three points of water and... Jiang Anqing's green."

Shen Shucheng smiled brightly in his memory, just like the youth in previous years.

Immediately afterwards, Shen Shucheng with long hair and tail stood in front of him crying, his eyes were red and his voice was trembling.

"When did you learn to lie to me!"

"enough!"

Illusion and reality entangled and merged, Jiang Anqing felt drowsy that she had had a long, long dream.

[Dear Jiang Anqing:

This year, the daisies in the college are blooming beautifully. Fanzi and I have written a new song. Although the performance in the middle was not smooth, the ending was not bad.

what are you doing now?

I believe that if it is you, everything can be done with ease, I miss you so much.

Shen Shucheng 2017.6.7]

The sky is bright, and all entangled and illusory things dissipate with the appearance of the bright sun.

The author has something to say: The plot of the knife is over, and it is officially entering the stage of reconciliation QuQ, I have a little bit of confidence, I also want to write sweet love QWQ