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Chia, what happened? "He Jing sat on the ground, his hands were clasped behind his back by two tall men in black, his innocent almond eyes were full of fear.

Shen Jiaming looked down at this fair and clean face from above, disgust appeared in his eyes, he slowly half-squatted and pinched his chin with his long and slender hands, and said word by word: "Is Lin Moyan's death related to you?"

He Jing felt the pain that his chin was about to be crushed, pursed his lips, pretended not to understand the meaning of the words and said softly: "Brother Jia, you hurt me, I don't know what you are talking about?"

There were light green veins on Shen Jiaming's forehead, and his eyes instantly turned red like an erupting beast. He kicked his stomach fiercely, grabbed the opponent's collar and punched him down on the right cheek. He Jing There was blood on the corner of his mouth. He stuck out his tongue to suck the **** blood.

He Jing was punched on the face by Shen Jiaming's collar by his collar, and fell heavily to the ground. The friction between the ground and the smooth back made him feel a burning pain in his back, and finally hit the sofa behind him, and the sofa moved forward. After moving a few times, He Jing stretched out his hand to support the back of the sofa and sat up straight with difficulty, looking at the out-of-control Shen Jiaming, he suddenly sneered.

Shen Jiaming took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit the cigarette, took a deep breath, and exhaled a circle of smoke. The smoke circle spread slowly on his face. He walked slowly and squatted down in front of him. He pressed hard on his arm, gritted his teeth and said, "This pain is less than one ten-thousandth of my pain."

He Jing's teeth were stained with blood, and with a smile in his eyes, he said slowly, "Why do you like him? And why do I like you?" As he spoke, his cheeks ached, and Jean took a deep breath.

He sent the photo to Lin Moyan to let him and Shen Jiaming leave. He never thought that Lin Moyan would choose to commit suicide. He just thought that Shen Jiaming belonged to him, and his things must belong to him completely. .

Shen Jiaming suddenly sneered, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, opened WeChat, and said coldly: "You sent these, right? I will never make it easy for you in this life."

"Brother Jia, I love you, please don't let me leave, okay? For the sake of my four years with you, please." He Jing cried so distressingly that tears flashed across his eyes Sorrowful, both hands wanted to grab the opponent's hand, but was thrown away fiercely by the opponent, and his eyes were full of disgust at him.

Shen Jiaming got up and straightened his tie, glanced at the other party, and said indifferently: "Send him to a mental hospital..."

Another slightly stronger man in black lowered his head slightly, and said in a robotic voice, "Yes, boss."

The moment He Jing watched his back disappear from his sight, his body went limp and he lay directly on the cold ground, the tears in his eyes slid down the ground, his eyes were lifeless.

The thin man in black gave He Jing a glance and shook his head, pulling him up.

After He Jing entered the psychiatric hospital, he appeared in a trance for a month, and said to himself: "Brother Jia, I'm angry, it's not that he doesn't want me. As long as I behave, he will come back..." His eyes disappeared Guang, staring blankly at the scenery outside the window, cried and laughed at the moment and said: "Brother Jia, I was wrong, don't want me."

The nurse came in with a trolley, looked at He Jing, who was wearing a loose hospital gown, and was talking to himself in the room, with a distressed look on his face, thinking that such a good-looking person would have this kind of disease.

The nurse coaxed He Jing to finish taking the medicine, and took out a lollipop from his pocket to give him. Because of He Jing's good looks and good personality, many nurses often gave him those foods, but no one had ever seen him.

He Jing was born in a single-parent family and stayed with his mother since he was a child, so he longed for his father's love since he was a child. When he graduated from university, he interviewed Shen Jiaming's company. After Shen Jiaming helped him out of a meal, he fell in love with him. He saw Shen Jiaming kissing a man in the parking space in the underground garage, at that moment he carefully planned a grand seduction of Shen Jiaming, and finally succeeded as he wished.

He thought that if he was well-behaved enough, he would love him forever, but he didn't expect that he was just his plaything from the beginning to the end.

In this game, he longed for more love, and in the end he became ugly and lost. In this game, there is no real winner among the three, because they all touched love.

After Lin Moyan's death, Shen Jiaming never dared to visit him in his cemetery. He could only give himself a high amount of work every day so that he didn't have time to think about Lin Moyan.

For several months, Shen Jiaming worked overtime day and night. Seeing that the Mid-Autumn Festival was only a few days away, Shen Jiaming wanted to win this project before the Mid-Autumn Festival. Shen's mother called him to go home for a reunion on the Mid-Autumn Festival. He wanted to fly to the United States for a business trip, so he refused Shen's mother.

Every Mid-Autumn Festival, the two families will meet together to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival, and he will play a piano ensemble with Lin Moyan, and finally everyone will enjoy the moonlight together. After Grandpa Lin saw him hugging He Jing on the street, every year Lin Moyan, who was on the side, would always coordinate with him when he spoke sarcastically.

Before marrying Lin Moyan, he personally promised that Grandpa Lin would never let him down in this life, and if he violated his loneliness, he would end up with an unhealthy end, and he would clean himself up, but he didn't expect the retribution to come so early.

Shen Jiaming leaned back gently in the back seat, and when he closed his eyes, he remembered Lin Moyan smiling at him.

bang.

The driver, Xiao Li, was startled, and hurriedly turned his head and stammered, "Shen... Mr. Shen seems to have hit someone."

Shen Jiaming opened his eyes and got out of the car, looked at the young man who fell to the ground, his eyes were red, he took a step forward and immediately hugged him, and shouted hoarsely: "A Yan, is that you?"

The man immediately pushed him away, patted the dust on his clothes, slightly scratched his elbow, raised his head slightly to look at the haggard man, and said, "Sorry, I'm not your Ah Yan, my name is Tang Jingshu."

Shen Jiaming grabbed the opponent's arm with both hands, rubbed his eyes, looked around the face, and then shifted his gaze to the man with a short beige hair, a pair of earphones around his neck, a floral shirt, and a light blue shirt on his lower body. Black jeans, a pair of off-white canvas shoes, looked a little casual, this man was nine points like Lin Moyan, but he knew it wasn't Lin Moyan, he didn't have Lin Moyan's breath on him, and a trace of sadness flashed across his eyes.

Tang Jingshu looked at him in a daze, and vigorously shook off the opponent's hand, but unexpectedly the opponent insisted on taking him to the hospital for an examination.

The smell of the disinfectant in the hospital made him retch and feel uncomfortable. Since Lin Moyan passed away, he has resisted the hospital, and he is even more unwilling to believe the fact that Lin Moyan died.

"Mr. Shen, are you okay?" Seeing him coming out of the bathroom, Xiao Li took a worried step forward and shouted in a low voice.

Shen Jiaming's face was pale and colorless, he walked slowly while supporting the white wall, and waved his hands.

After Tang Jingshu checked his whole body and confirmed that he was fine, Shen Jiaming breathed a sigh of relief.

After Shen Jiaming sent Tang Jingshu back to school, he sat in the car and watched the high-rise building Daxia pass by his eyelids, the figures on the street hurried on their way, and the noise. At that moment, he really felt that there was no Lin Moyan's world, his The world becomes boring.

On the third day of staying in the United States, Shen Jiaming won the project sponsor. This project was researched by his team day and night. This function mainly helps deaf-mute people communicate and socialize normally. Years ago, Shen Jiaming I originally wanted to announce the gift to Lin Moyan in early September, which was given to him on his birthday.

Lin Moyan's birthday is on September 26th, and his birthday will be half a month away, but he didn't expect it to be his death day.

Shen's Group was engaged in real estate projects, while Shen Jiaming studied computer programming, so he ignored the objections of the directors and insisted on hiring a professional team to produce this software.

Finally, at the beginning of September, this software called "Mo Yan" was officially launched. The download rate was as high as 99%. Bian naturally grinned from ear to ear.

He knew how lonely it was to feel the joy of having no one to share, no matter how successful he was.

On September 26th, Shen Jiaming was wearing a black suit, holding a bouquet of sunflowers in his hand, sitting in front of Lin Moyan's tombstone, chattering about a bunch of daily things, and at the end he smiled along with him.

Lin Moyan's favorite cake and flowers were placed in front of the tombstone. He raised his head and wiped the name of the tombstone. The person in the photo of the tombstone smiled kindly and brightly, but his heart felt bitter.

The sky in the south changes as it says, the sky is clear in the morning, and the clouds are dense in the afternoon, which seems to be brewing a heavy emotional rain.

"President Shen, it's going to rain..." Xiao Li got out of the car and looked up at the sky, quickly ran to the trunk, took an umbrella and walked quickly to Lin Moyan's tomb, calling out cautiously.

Shen Jiaming pressed his face to the tombstone, and whispered, "Ah Yan, happy birthday." His eyes turned red as he spoke, and he rubbed the words on the tombstone with his fingertips over and over again, and said with a bitter smile, "Ayan, I made a mistake, don't drive me away. OK?"

The flowering period will bloom again, and his beloved will always lie on the cold tombstone...

tick...

The cold liquid dripped onto his shoulders. Shen Jiaming covered the tombstone with his body. Seeing that it was getting bigger and bigger, Xiao Li went up to support him with the handle of the umbrella in his hand, but he pushed him away with the umbrella Fell into the puddle.

Shen Jiaming felt that he deserved it the most. He felt that this rain was Lin Moyan's punishment for him, and he had to accept it.

"Mr. Shen, shall we go back?" Xiao Li got up from the pool, his whole body was drenched, the rain slapped on his cheeks and he couldn't see clearly, he raised his hand to wipe away the water on his face.

Shen Jiaming knelt in front of the tombstone, looked at the person in the photo of the tombstone and smirked. After some time, the rain stopped and his knees were already numb.

After going back to see Lin Moyan that day, Shen Jiaming had a high fever for three days and three nights.

He had a dream that day.

Dreaming of Lin Moyan smiling at him, gesturing and saying in sign language: "Shen Jiaming, this is my punishment for you to live well."

When he woke up, the dream was gone.

He promised Lin Moyan to live a good life. From that day on, he lived mechanically every day. In the third year, news came from the psychiatric hospital that He Jing committed suicide...

He Jing in the letter wrote just a few lines, if Shen Jiaming didn't come to find me, then I would go to my dream to find my brother Jia!

The year He Jing died was the coldest year in the south, and it snowed unexpectedly.

After hearing the news, Shen Jiaming seemed to be sighing and feeling sad for this life, and also feeling sad for Lin Moyan, unspeakably sad.

The 35-year-old Shen Jiaming has white hair and his body is much worse than before. Standing in the crowd, he is still the dazzling one.

He was wearing a light gray suit and a khaki coat, with handmade leather shoes on his feet, holding a bunch of sunflowers mixed with sweet-scented osmanthus, and standing at the intersection staring at the red light in a daze.

The green light came on.

He walked side by side with the human figure, and suddenly the world has nothing to do with him at that moment, he is just a passerby in the world.

The snow fell on his shoulders with the cold wind. Some people were cheering, some people showed surprised expressions, and some people were excitedly talking about the taste of snow, and he gradually disappeared into the crowd...

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