Deliberately Contaminated

There is always a strong smell of disinfectant in the hospital.

Since childhood, Jiang Huai often came to the hospital. In the last days of Yu Yan's life, he was also accompanied by him. At that time, Jiang Huai didn't hate the smell of disinfectant at all. Before going, he would always wash his hands carefully and repeatedly. In the hospital, he would occasionally feel a weird sense of security. Let him feel that he is clean and the world is clean.

Li Qingwen pushed the door in with the new report. Jiang Huai was in the lounge, still working on his work. Although Jiang Huai was young, he was the most calm and calm person Li Qingwen had ever met. one.

The list states the findings of the examination and the diagnosis of the doctor. Jiang Huai's eyes swept over the lines of handwriting at random, but he was still very calm, and his expression did not change.

"After this eye surgery - if the surgery is successful, there should be no problem." Li Qingwen said, "Fortunately, it is not a head lesion."

Jiang Huai's memory loss and occasional nervous headaches misled them and kept them focused on their brains, but they went in the wrong direction. It wasn't until some time ago that Li Qingwen had a whim and asked him to do a vision test before he found the clue.

Jiang Huai's eyesight is very good. He must have noticed such changes in a short period of time, but he didn't mention Li Qingwen at all. As a doctor, the client's personality makes it difficult for him to carry out his work.

Jiang Huai's expression was indifferent, "What if it fails."

"Failure is unlikely." Li Qingwen said, "There is a success rate of more than 30% to 40%."

Jiang Huai was born in mathematics, so he didn't question his "insignificant" probability. A faint smile hung on his lips, "Then what if you don't do it?"

"If you don't do it, the blindness rate will be almost 100%." ​​Li Qingwen hesitated for a while, "Mr. Jiang, think about it carefully."

Jiang Huai is so young and his career is booming. He heard that he has a fiancée recently. In any case, Li Qingwen felt that he would never accept the result of blindness.

"Mr. Jiang, you decide." Li Qingwen said, "If you want, it's best to arrange the operation as soon as possible. During this time, you can discuss with your family and let them take care of them."

As an adult, suddenly there is a problem with the eyes, and the mental pressure to bear is enormous. The eyes are the most precious organ of human beings. Suddenly losing sight will greatly increase the sense of insecurity. At this time, if family members are with you. , will be much better.

…

Mingshuang leaves from the bright moon.

After the Chinese New Year, the weather is still cold, and occasionally there is some rain. There is not much snow in Tancheng in winter. During the New Year, it seems that the share of those few winter snows has been used up, and now it is all rain.

Today, Tang Chen personally brought the team to the door, came to visit their company, and showed them the video the program team used their drone to shoot.

The filming effect is excellent. Tang Chen is full of praise for their products, saying that both the filming effect and the quality of the machine are excellent value for money.

With the help of Mingshuang's doctoral advisor, orders from Jingzhou also came one after another.

Mingshuang made a small profit and gave all the bonuses to the team. She was very generous to people, and the whole company was beaming.

Mingshuang was still thinking about his original intention.

In September, both her and Jiang Huai's birthdays are in September. The Mid-Autumn Festival has the most beautiful moon. She will use the drone developed by herself to take the most beautiful moonlight.

boyhood. She still remembered sitting in a cafe with Jiang Huai and studying, watching the moonlight hanging outside the window.

She often had some random thoughts and told him that one day, she wanted to climb down the moon.

Jiang Huai will always tolerate her, and it seems that she will support her to do anything.

Mingshuang spent more and more time with Jiang Huai during this period of time, but more and more recalled their childhood getting along. She used to think that she had forgotten it long ago, but when she recalled it occasionally, she would find that the fragments seemed to be still stored in her mind.

"Mr. Ming, will you come with us this afternoon?" Tang Chen has begun to change his tune about her now, "Our brother program group is very interested in your products and would like to try it out."

"Vice President Chen is here." Mingshuang said, "He is very professional, so he can be introduced."

"I have some personal affairs in the afternoon, and I really can't get away." She said with a smile, "Next time I invite them to dinner, I will apologize at that time."

…

"Miss, are you going back to the villa?" Mingshuang opened the car door and got to the back seat, the driver asked.

"No, go here." Mingshuang took a small note and handed it to the driver.

The driver glanced at the address and was a little surprised, but for them, they also learned not to question the employer's decision.

Mingshuang sat in the back seat, leaning against the back of the seat. The temperature and humidity in the car were suitable. She rested for a while with the blindfold on, took it off again, and pulled out a notebook from her bag.

The cover of the notebook is slightly yellowed, and the handwriting is delicate.

The first class of the second grade, Jiang Huai.

Yucai Children Primary School, Linrong Street, Hope Junior High School, Yunbei Community, Tancheng High School, Jingzhou University.

She played with a pencil in her slender hand, and a little bit, outlined his growth trajectory in her mind. Yu Yan should have moved with him many times. And it should be only the property where Jiang Huai High School lives, which Yu Yan bought by herself, and the rest are rented.

"This house has been empty for seven or eight years." The landlord is an old lady. Although she is old, she is in good spirits. She kept looking at Mingshuang, and there was a philistine in her eyes, "You want to rent. My house? Otherwise I can't see it."

The woman in front of her was very bright, with unusual temperament and dress, with a faint scent on her body, a woman that Pan Fangfang rarely saw in this area.

Mingshuang impatiently broke up with her, and took out a stack of hundred-yuan bills directly from her wallet, "Are these enough?"

Pan Fangfang counted and counted, smiled, and took her to see the house.

"I still remember that mother two." Pan Fangfang babbled.

The woman is extremely beautiful, and the child is also very good-looking, but he has been quiet and taciturn since he was a child, and there are no children around to play with him.

"I often see him locked out." Pan Fangfang said, "The child is also a sinner. It's winter, so icy and snowy, and he has a stubborn personality. When others want to take him home, he doesn't move."

Mingshuang walked slowly.

"A man has come to find her. I don't know if it's her boyfriend." Pan Fangfang took the key to open the door. "The child was squatting at the door, calling him father instead of calling him."

The interior is very small and shabby, it has not been lived in for a long time, and there is a choking smell of dust inside.

"It's a bit dirty." Pan Fangfang said, "I haven't lived in it for a long time. If you want to rent it, I can find someone to clean it first."

Mingshuang didn't say anything, and looked around for a week. There seemed to be no trace of Jiang Huai left in this low-rise house.

"Dad?" Mingshuang asked slowly.

"Yes." After so many years, Pan Fangfang is old now, but back then she was a middle-aged woman who was keen on gossip. Because she was so beautiful and special, she still had a fresh memory.

"The child's father doesn't know who it is." Pan Fangfang said, "My mother seems to have changed several boyfriends."

"At that time, a lot of people said his mother..." Of course, the next words were a little unpleasant. Pan Fangfang was not sure about the relationship between Mingshuang and the mother of that year, and it was vague.

People nearby didn't let their children play with that child, saying he was a dirty little bastard.

Mingshuang knew something in her heart. She remembered Jiang Qianzhang's words and Jiang Huai's habit of washing her hands constantly in high school.

…

After leaving the house, Mingshuang went to Hope Junior High School for the second stop.

She was in the school mail room and had a chat with the administrator. The money was easy to use wherever she was, and she was able to enter the reference room.

Jiang Huai's school year, she still remembered that Mingshuang got his wish and found an old school newspaper, the date happened to be... xxx2, September 22.

There was a photo of Jiang Huai on the front, wearing a white school uniform. It should be a fourteen-year-old Jiang Huai. The boy is more immature, but he already has the beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and he looks at the camera quietly and indifferently.

Good news, Jiang Huai, a student from the second and first class of our school, won the first place in the math competition for junior high school students in Dancheng City.

The newspaper was very old, and the paper turned yellow. Mingshuang turned the newspaper over, and her beautiful eyebrows wrinkled instantly. I don't know who had drawn a huge skull on the back, and the handwriting written with a black brush was dense.

'Go to hell. ’ Mingshuang frowned and recognized it. The whole text was filled with these two words, and the handwriting was very sloppy. I didn’t know who it was aimed at or who wrote it.

Jiang Huai began to live on campus when he was in junior high school, and received scholarships every semester, most of which were given to the Yi family. .

Mingshuang left Hope Junior High School. Jiang Huai transferred schools in the third year of junior high school, went to Tancheng Affiliated Middle School, and then went straight to the high school. Then, he met her. At that time, he was completely different from now.

Mingshuang walked through the street alone, and pieced together his past little by little on the street where Jiang Huai grew up.

She was holding an umbrella, and the rain was blown by the wind and fell on Mingshuang's cheeks. It was cold. Her hands were easy to get cold. When traveling together on weekdays, Jiang Huai would remember to ask her to wear gloves or cover her with his own hands.

One afternoon, on a rainy winter afternoon, she was out doing this kind of thing alone.

Mingshuang thought that she might be crazy too.

Why did Yu Yan break up with Jiang Chengting? Mingshuang remembered the diary she found, Yu Yan is a very proud and decisive woman. Perhaps it is a very simple story, Jiang Chengting has two hearts. So, Yu Yan abandoned him, and then took revenge on him and Jiang Huai.

Mingshuang's heart is cold and hard, she never feels self-pity, and she has very little pity for others. Especially because of Ming Licheng and Yu Yin, she hates cheating men, and she can understand Yu Yan's thoughts.

However, the person who bears these consequences is Jiang Huai.

People may be selfish and biased. If it were someone else, she or many would not even look at it.

Mingshuang pursed her lips and looked at the rain curtain outside. I remembered the few lines Jiang Huai wrote in the notebook when he was in junior high school.

If he was given a choice, perhaps, he would not be willing to once live in this world.

This world, from beginning to end, has not given him much tenderness. And she was good to him at first, but it only started from a boring teasing, or a casual teasing of the beautiful opposite sex, but he fell in love with her so seriously.

Even after being abandoned and experiencing separation, it has not changed.

She was very bad to him most of the time, and not very good a small part of the time.

Jiang Huai has always been greedy for the tenderness she gave from her fingers.

Jiang Huai chose not to have these dark pasts, separated them from himself, and became the person he wanted to be, someone who could stay by her side.

However, without those parts, is she still the Jiang Huai she knew?

Mingshuang got into the car on the way back and picked up Chen Hexuan's call on the way.

On the other end of the phone, the young man's voice was very clear and mellow, "We negotiated a big deal this afternoon. Guess how much?"

"How many?"

Chen Hexuan said a number and couldn't contain his joy.

"Will you come to the evening celebration banquet?" he asked.

Mingshuang curled the ends of her hair with her fingers, looked at the rain outside the window, and said, "You can eat it, I'll invite you."

Chen Hexuan was silent, "There are arrangements for the evening."

"Go home." Mingshuang said, adding two words, "To accompany someone."

The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, Mingshuang thought absentmindedly, Jiang Huai during the thunderstorm seemed to be a little more irritating than usual, and he didn't know whether he liked it or not. He liked to hug her from behind and called her name repeatedly. Implying that she loves him, of course, Mingshuang rarely meets his request.

It is estimated that he is still at home waiting for her to come back.

…

The list was placed on the table, and the man's voice was clear, and he clarified the company affairs and the Jiang family's business situation to Jiang Rucong little by little.

"What do you do yourself?" Jiang Rucong looked at him, "Does Mingshuang know?"

His voice stopped.

Jiang Rucong knew that Jiang Huai always felt that only the best were worthy of Mingshuang.

"You've waited for her for so long." Jiang Rucong said, "Now she's finally moved by you, do you want to let go now? Don't you understand Mingshuang's character? If you let go, she won't have any feelings for you at all. A second of nostalgia, the next day, maybe the same day, I will immediately join hands with other men."

Jiang Huai's slender fingers holding the pen slowly tightened.

"What are you thinking?" Jiang Rucong asked.

"I'm thinking."

"I failed to give her the best six years of my life." Jiang Huai said lightly, looking out the window with a handsome and thin profile.

His 18-24 years old are all waiting, waiting for her to turn back.

At the age of seventeen, he was immature and had nothing. And now, in the future, he is likely to become a waste person.

Jiang Huai would not allow such a self to appear in front of Mingshuang.

He'll let it end before it gets out of hand.

It's been like this since the beginning. He put away all his dark sides firmly, and only wanted to show her the best and brightest place in him.

"You and Mingshuang explained." Jiang Rucong said slowly, "Then go for surgery. If everything goes well, it doesn't mean that nothing happens."

As for Mingshuang's reaction, Jiang Rucong finds it hard to imagine.

Mingshuang has always been an incomprehensible woman.

…

Jiang Huai's phone screen suddenly lit up.

From Frost.

【What about people? 】

[Go home for dinner. 】

[There is an umbrella for you in the car, remember to call. 】

…

Mingshuang is a very active person. When she thinks of something, she will do it almost immediately. No one can stop her. She puts on her coat and asks the driver to take her to Linquan.

The Linquan Building is in the best part of Tancheng Financial Street, and it is still brightly lit at seven or eight in the evening.

The front desk is a young lady, with thin eyebrows and thin eyes, when she sees Ming Shuang, the woman is wearing a coffee-colored coat, her snow-white face is dazzlingly beautiful, her waist is slender, and her smooth honey-colored curly hair is casually draped over her shoulders, adding a little to her beauty. A lively and charming flavor.

It's hard to take your eyes off, like a star artist.

Li Xianrou asked, "Hello, ma'am, where are you looking for?"

"Hello." Mingshuang said directly, "Is Jiang Huai there?"

Li Xianrou was stunned, "Do you want to see President Jiang? Do you have an appointment?"

Mingshuang's amber cat eyes narrowed slightly and politely said to her, "Thank you."

The next sentence, with a smile but not a smile, seems to be saying to himself, "I need an appointment to see him?"

Huang Ji came out of the elevator, saw Li Xianrou talking to Mingshuang, and immediately greeted him. He knew how difficult this woman was to deal with, so he wiped the sweat from his forehead and immediately said, "Miss Ming, I'm sorry, I'm the one doing the business. I was negligent, I didn't know you were here."

The elevator door opened, and Jiang Huai had already come out.

Mingshuang saw Jiang Huai for the first time in the company, wearing a neat light blue shirt, tie, and black trousers. In this situation, his cold and sharp temperament was greatly magnified. In the lobby, the employee who was still holding a coffee cup hurriedly greeted him, "Mr. Jiang."

He held her hand and was thrown away by Mingshuang, Jiang Huai pursed his lips, "My office is on the tenth floor."

…

Mingshuang came to Jiang Huai's office for the first time. The layout was extremely simple, with a computer and some necessary office equipment on the table.

A sofa, clean on it, a wardrobe, filled with all kinds of shirts and dark suits.

"I chatted with Tang Chen this afternoon about business." Mingshuang sat on Jiang Huai's chair, leaning back comfortably, the man stood in front of her, and she looked up at him, "Mr. Tang, it seems that he has a very good relationship with President Jiang. ."

Mingshuang usually calls him by his first name, Jiang Huai. I only call him that when I want to torment him. When she was a teenager, she would still call him brother, but after the reunion, she didn't have any other names.

His thoughts drifted a little further. The man's face was pale, and thunder began to thunder outside the window, breaking through the rain and night.

Mingshuang looked at him and said directly, "Why don't you go home?"

Jiang Huai pursed her lips and held her hand tightly, almost muttering, "...Shuangshuang."

Don't be so nice to him.

to a broken one.

Mingshuang untied the cufflinks on his right hand, Jiang Huai's fingers were a little stiff, and she was left to her.

On his clear wrist bone, the skin that is as white as jade, the staggered scars on it are still clearly visible. Even after so many years.

"Did it start in junior high school?" Mingshuang's fingers gently rubbed his wrist, thinking a lot.

She looked at Jiang Huai's beautiful black eyes. His eyes were well-born, very classical, clear and lingering, with long and narrow eyes, slightly raised, Mingshuang kissed the ends of his eyes and looked at his long eyelashes. She trembled slightly, and then raised her thin lips to kiss her.

He didn't look away, he answered after a long while, his voice a little hoarse, "Yes."

Jiang Huai started dormitory in junior high school. After everyone fell asleep, he often walked out of the dormitory alone. The first scar on his wrist was left at that time. He found that hurting himself temporarily suppressed the pain.

Mingshuang looked at him, "Jiang Huai, I remember, I told you before, telling you to stop doing this, or we'll break up, you don't seem to have listened."

"Now, after all this time, you're still lying to me," she said softly.

He didn't want to let her see the real him.

Mingshuang stroked Jiang Huai's cheek with her fingers, "If you do this again, I will not want you. Jiang Huai, if you are not obedient, I will find someone who is more obedient."

The thunder outside the window was getting louder and louder, silver-white lightning pierced the sky, and the rain cracked on the window glass.

She was held down by Jiang Huai. Mingshuang knew that he couldn't hear such words, not at all.

His morbid monopoly on her, along with her kindness to him, has grown stronger and more deformed like a wildfire in the wind.

Mingshuang's cheeks were blushing, her lips were extremely red, and she was all lazy. She sat on Jiang Huai's body, her soft fingers caressing his clean black hair at will, Jiang Huai pressed her tightly into his arms, and his body The fragrance lingered on the tip of her nose.

But his heart was getting more and more empty, the whole person seemed to be empty, she was clearly in his arms, clinging to him, but he felt that it was not enough.

He buried his head in the crevice of her neck, his lips pressed against her skin, hot and cold, almost murmuring, "Frost."

"not enough."

not enough.

How much does she already know? It should be soon before she completely exposes the lie.

The day when he was abandoned should be getting closer and closer.

…

After arriving home, Mingshuang stripped Jiang Huai's clothes, stuffed him into the bathroom, and told him to wash up. Every time he held an umbrella for her, he would get wet.

He has become more and more abnormal recently, and his psychological problems have become more and more serious. Her kindness to him seemed to exacerbate this. Too long a hopeless watch, a strong sense of worry and insecurity, a morbid love.

Mingshuang entered the study, locked the door, and called Li Qingwen.

On the other side of the phone, Li Qingwen knew it was her call, so she was very cautious.

"What are the results of Jiang Huai's medical examination?" Mingshuang said straight to the point.

Li Qingwen hesitated.

"I know." Mingshuang narrowed her eyes and her voice was calm. "He won't let you say it, you can't say it. Then I'll ask you a few questions, and you can just answer."

"Is it life-threatening?"

"…No."

"Is there something wrong with your brain?"

"…No."

"Stomach?"

Li Qingwen rejected them one by one.

Mingshuang said slowly, "Eyes?" She remembered Jiang Huai's pair of glasses that suddenly appeared.

Li Qingwen was silent.

"Don't make this call before." Mingshuang said, "Don't worry."

When she left the study, Jiang Huai was coming out of the bathroom, with no strands of water on his upper body. Water droplets rolled down from the tips of his black hair and landed on his fair and jade-like skin.

Mingshuang exhaled and saw Jiang Huai stopped in front of her with long eyelashes hanging down, looking at her quietly, suddenly, her slender phalanx loosened the bath towel.

"Jiang Huai." She said, meeting his beautiful eyes, "Are you going to give me yourself before you leave?"

"Are you going to die?" she said, "and then be my white moonlight and tell me to always remember you?"

"I won't." She whispered.

"Jiang Huai, I am ruthless, cold and fickle, vicious and ruthless. I only love myself." She said, "I won't remember you for a second."

"I only love the people around me."

The author says:

qwq

During that time, Xiao Huai's temporary blindness magnified his insecurities, and people became more morbidly in love with fifteen. His intimacy with Fifteen was under the condition that he couldn't see clearly, like drinking poison to quench his thirst. (blindfolded play)

This chapter solves the emotional problem, and the later part should actually be considered sweet ()

Twenty red envelopes for everyone~~ Well, I got vaccinated yesterday, and I'm not feeling well today, so it's too late to write.

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