He's super cute

Chapter 78 What Happened Back then

"My scarf..." Jiang Yan's left wrist was tightly bandaged, and he was still muttering drunkenly, "I can't find my scarf...give it to me..."

"What scarf?" Qi Caichuan tucked the quilt up tightly for him.

"The scarf that Xiaoque knitted for me..." He opened his eyes in a daze, showing off like a child, "I've been knitting for a long time..."

"Why haven't you seen you wear it before?" Qi Caichuan asked absently following his words.

"I couldn't wear it at first..." Jiang Yan murmured, covering his chest with his other hand, "I didn't dare to wear it later."

He couldn't describe the feeling, it was as if a hole had been cut in his heart, and blood gushed out, the wound was infected, his internal organs were rotting, and the nerve pain spread rapidly throughout his body, and he couldn't even breathe.

Qi Caichuan had known him for many years, so naturally he quickly understood what he meant.

At the beginning, Jiang Jinchi and Qiu Jia were staring at him, and it was hard for him to forgive Jiang Yuqing's betrayal back then. Even if he liked this scarf no matter how much he wanted to hide his emotions.

and after.

Jiang Yan's eyes gradually calmed down like a pool of stagnant water.

Later, he finally eradicated all threats. Standing in front of the French window, he heard the sound of Jiang Jinchi opening the door behind him.

He looked at the neon lights in the distance, and told himself, fuck him, he is Aiyu Xiaoque, even if this person betrays him again and again, he is still in love.

Many years ago, his young man hastily turned over the candlelight, and since then his eyes have been filled with the reflected lingling moonlight.

"Why did you pick your hands?" Qi Caichuan sighed, and said dryly, "He won't be happy if he finds out that you've ruined your body like this."

"Yeah..." Jiang Yan coughed and laughed, "He really won't be happy."

"He didn't even want to give me a chance to redeem himself."

"Do you know?" He closed his eyes dejectedly, "In the past three days, his wrist has gradually become inflamed and festered. What I was thinking in my heart was that he just let his body rot and stink like this?"

"How helpless he must be."

"My little bird is the most stinky, but when I found him, he was dirty and kneeling on the street begging for people, and was pressed on the debris..."

"Jiang Yan, I've reminded you many times." Qi Caichuan swallowed hard, "No matter how much you hate him, you shouldn't humiliate him."

"He has been following your ass since he was a teenager, how can you be so cruel?"

"I thought about letting go, it's not like I haven't thought about it..." Moist tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, and despair gradually climbed into his wet eye sockets, "But I'm afraid, I'm afraid that he will run away as soon as I let go. I hate his heartlessness, I think if I keep him in captivity by my side, I don’t know anything, I don’t know anything, let him be afraid of me, is it possible that he won’t dare to..."

"I was wrong, wrong from the beginning."

"I raised a person like him to be a playmate on the bed. If he didn't kill me, it would be considered..."

In the end he couldn't even utter a complete sentence, his lips were trembling so badly that it was so painful that he couldn't breathe.

"I don't have the face to see him again."

At this moment, all of Jiang Yan's rationality was shattered into powder in the surging regret.

He slowly looked up at the moon.

But he saw the young man lying next to his ear, exhaling softly, "Sir, please love me."

...... "Temporarily fell asleep, his mood is not stable." Qi Caichuan glanced at the door of the ward, wiped his face fiercely, "It's self-inflicted, who can be blamed?"

"Is Mr. Jiang in the hospital?" Secretary Wang quietly glanced in Mr. Xiao's direction.

Jiang Yuqing rubbed the cat's belly as if he didn't care.

"Drowsy?" Secretary Wang deliberately amplified his voice, "The high fever won't go away?"

He secretly looked into the mirror again, Jiang Yuqing's hand paused slightly.

"Which ward?"

"Oh, I'll write it down. I see. I'll visit Mr. Jiang later." Secretary Wang tore off a piece of paper and wrote down the ward number.

After hanging up the phone, Secretary Wang looked at Jiang Yuqing and said respectfully, "Mr. is clamoring for that dark gray scarf, but after all I...it's not very good to go in and out of the study room, can I trouble you to get it out?"

"Scarf?" Jiang Yuqing pinched the cat's paw, "I don't know where it is either."

"Need a scarf in summer?"

He didn't quite understand the behavior.

"That's Mr. Jiang's most cherished..."

"It's in the small box at the bottom of the bookshelf." Secretary Wang bowed slightly with a serious face, "I'm really sorry to trouble you."

"I'm a worker, so I can't help but listen to my boss."

Jiang Yuqing couldn't evade it, so he had no choice but to enter the study with a cane.

The decoration of the study is exactly the same as that of the small villa.

Jiang Yuqing closed her eyes, suppressing the disgust in her heart.

He wanted a quick fix.

Jiang Yan didn't seem to understand that when all the goodness and self-righteous sweetness in the past were torn away from the fig leaf, there was only devastation left.

It's disgusting to look at.

The weight of the small box is not so light, and when it was shaken lightly, the contents inside rattled.

When he opened the box, his heart trembled as if a huge boulder was pressing on his chest.

The dark gray scarf came into view, the stitches were messed up and crooked, it looked like it was not up to standard and clumsy.

A mobile phone with a broken screen, a withered and unbelievably small rose, three or two oddly shaped small stones, and letters that look old...

my little rose.

The font is the correct Shu Lang that he is familiar with. It was the font that Jiang Yan used to when he was young, and there was some red mark on the surrounding.

Jiang Yuqing sniffed it with the tip of her nose, is it red ink?

He hesitated, but opened the letter anyway.

There are only a few words in each letter.

I hate you.

Little white-eyed wolf.

You ruined my family.

It was as if overnight I had nothing.

Ridiculously, I still have a picture of you hidden.

I do not want to forget you.

Today seems to be over again, I haven't seen the sun for a long time, and the window occasionally reveals a little moonlight, just like you.

Fortunately, it wasn't you who was arrested.

I don't know how long I can last, I don't want to forget you.

Is there any chance we'll meet again?

I don't want to forgive you unless you apologize to me.

I will give you another chance.

I can't seem to take it anymore, but I don't want to forget you.

Today I ate scrambled eggs with tomatoes without sugar.

Even so, I still want to see you a few more times.

Turns out, I like...

Jiang Yuqing's hands trembled slightly, a mist filled his eyes, and he read the letters faster and faster.

until the last page.

I never want to see you again.

The words almost penetrated the back of the paper, one can imagine the hatred and determination of the young Jiang Yan when he wrote this sentence.

At that time, Jiang Yan did not expect that many years later, in the harsh winter, when he saw the little beggar hiding in the trash can again, he still stretched out his hand without hesitation.

Jiang Yuqing closed her eyes fiercely, then opened them again, her eyes were scarlet.

The letter in his hand became blurred. This was a letter he had never received before. He was not mentioned in a single word, but it was all about him.

Family ruined, arrested...

Jiang Yuqing trembled her lips, something flashed through her mind, and she shrank back tremblingly.

no, no...

He couldn't believe it.

The family is broken and the people are dead, why doesn't he understand these four words.

How could the family be ruined?

Jiang Yuqing looked at his hand, he obviously didn't use any force, but lightly scratched Jiang Yan's arm.

He squeezed the letter tightly and looked in the direction of the door.

When he came out again, except for the redness at the end of his eyes, nothing was wrong.

He handed the scarf to Secretary Wang, cleared his throat, and stared at his toes, as if he had no intention of saying, "Don't you want to inform his family?"

"Family?" Secretary Wang pushed his glasses, a little puzzled.

Mr. Jiang doesn't have any family members. After Jiang Jinchi entered the game, he was alone every year.

Seeing Secretary Wang's confusion, his heart skipped a beat, as if a certain guess was about to be confirmed.

Jiang Yuqing bit her lip, "Does he have no relatives around?"

"You mean relatives." Secretary Wang suddenly realized, "Of course there are, there are a lot of side cousins, and all of them wish Mr. Jiang could abdicate as soon as possible."

What he said was euphemistic.

Jiang Yuqing clenched his fists and asked directly, "How often does he usually visit Grandpa Jiang?"

"Mr. Jiang..." Secretary Wang seemed a little shocked, but he still answered seriously, "I go to see it every year on the anniversary of the Ghost Festival or when I have free time."

Jiang Yuqing was like falling into an ice cave, and the bone-piercing chill spread from his heart, "Then, that Qingshan NO.19..."

"It's Mr. Jiang's grave."

And yours.

In the second half, Secretary Wang held back his stomach.

No wonder...

Jiang Yuqing's heart seemed to be stirred by a knife, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed.

No wonder Jiang Yan faltered and kept changing the subject that day.

He still thought it was Jiang Yan's way of prevaricating him.

The old man who often stroked his hair and smiled kindly is dead?

"How long has he been dead?" Jiang Yuqing heard herself asking.

"It's been nine years." Secretary Wang was not sure, "Anyway, it's been a few years."

"Nine years..." Jiang Yuqing repeated in a low voice, pulling the corners of her lips with difficulty.

That's when he just left.

He felt like he was trapped in a fog that he couldn't break through.

What happened that year?

What about the unsent letters?

Tears welled up in the eye sockets, and fell down in the blink of an eye.

"Sir?" Secretary Wang handed him a tissue and said softly, "Why are you crying?"

Jiang Yuqing was well protected, and he had only seen the photo of Jiang Yuqing being picked up from the ring, and he was so thin that he couldn't tell what he looked like, so he didn't know that Jiang Yuqing and Yu Xiaoque were always the same person.

Until now, he also thought that Yu Xiaoque had come back to life.

"What happened back then?" Jiang Yuqing wiped away tears casually, her voice trembling unbelievably, "Why, why I don't know anything..."

"Mr. Jiang and I are relatively late, and some things are not very clear..." Secretary Wang thought for a while, then said softly, "You can ask Dr. Qi, maybe he will clarify."

...... Jiang Yuqing stood at the door of the ward, the tip of his nose was red, and the corners of his eyes were moist.

"I thought he was talking nonsense." Qi Caichuan looked Jiang Yuqing up and down, shook his head and sighed, "I didn't expect you to really come back."