Destined To Love You

"Jiang Ren, Jiang Ren."

He was named "Nin" because he cried a lot from birth, cried faintly and hoarsely, and almost died of breath.

He cried because he was born with an illness and grew up later. Perhaps because of this name, he never cried again.

Jiang Ren once thought that if he had children in the future, he would definitely not give him such a cruel name.

I have a blade in my heart, and it hurts all the time.

But most of his life has no children.

The doctor said that if he didn't wake up for a week, Meng Ting had no hope of waking up in his life.

He tilted his head and leaned against the door to look at her.

When the winter sun in December fell, she was quiet and quiet.

Her face was pale, covering the fairness of her original complexion, fragile and fragile like colored glaze. Today is the last day of seven days. She fell asleep and did not wake up.

The van slid down the hill and was blocked by a tree. Wen Rui and she both fell out of the car.

Wen Rui came to the rescue, but she still did not wake up.

Jiang Ren pulled the corners of his lips coldly, and he knew that the world has always been unfair.

Wen Rui is under supervision and will be sent to court when he recovers from his injuries.

She lay there quietly, neither crying nor making trouble, nor yelling Jiang Ren.

Jiang Ren limped and walked over. He climbed onto the bed and gently put her in his arms.

"Meng Ting, you are twenty years old." Her cheek had a shallow forehead scar, which was already scabs, which did not affect her exquisite beauty. He said, "Originally you came back and I was going to celebrate your birthday."

The girl's lips were as creamy as she put on her, and her long eyelashes were weak and drooping.

His fingertips touched Meng Ting's eyebrows, with a strange gentleness: "It's okay, we always have a birthday. Wait for me to come back tonight."

Jiang Ren laughed in a low voice: "I heard it, you say yes."

However, she closed her eyes and said nothing.

In the cold winter, the last leaf outside the window was crushed by snow.

Jiang Ren covered her with a quilt, carrying a big bag and preparing to go out.

Grandma Jiang cried all day. The old man kept crying with tears in her eyes and said that she was flustered and wanted to find Xiao Ren.

When Jiang Ren stepped out of the room, he saw the old man crying miserably.

There are almost no black marks in her hair.

The thin old man is not as tall as his chest.

The two sisters and brothers who were supporting Granny Jiang looked timidly at Jiang Ren who was silent, and the old man holding Jiang Ren's arms and crying. They didn't know what to do for a while.

The teenager Xiaokang said: "Mr. Jiang, grandma hasn't asked for you, sorry."

Sister Xiaoli nodded.

"My Xiaoren has been out of school for a long time, why doesn't he always go home?" The old man raised his tearful eyes and choked, "Are you going to leave me like your grandfather."

Jiang Ren looked down at the old man.

The white snow outside the window, his dark eyes at this moment.

It was as quiet as the night, without any emotion.

Xiaoli trembling slightly, she boldly looked at the hospital bed behind the young man, the girl holding a newly folded rose in her hand. She was lying without any vitality.

Jiang Ren pushed the old man away and said lightly: "Take her back to my dad."

Xiaokang was afraid of Jiang Ren and nodded repeatedly.

"Grandma, let's go."

Grandma Jiang finally collapsed: "Xiao Ren don't leave, Xiao Ren don't make mistakes."

Xiaoli and Xiaokang were both stunned, and quietly looked at Jiang Ren.

Jiang Ren was very calm, he continued to walk outside with almost no emotion. Grandma Jiang went crazy to grab the things in his hands, and he finally got angry: "I asked you to take her away, can't you hear me? Are you deaf!"

This roar came out, the man's icy silhouette, with blue veins on his neck.

Xiaokang was so scared that she hurriedly pulled Grandma Jiang, and Grandma Jiang held the big bag and didn't let go. Xiaokang saw the inside of the gap pulled by Grandma Jiang, and his legs were almost frightened.

Jiang Ren stepped into the wind and snow.

Grandma Jiang was still crying, Xiaoli wiped her nose and tears at the old man at a loss, Xiaokang trembled her lips: "Sister, I saw the contents of President Jiang's bag."

"what?"

"Eviscer, rope, axe... and, there are so many terrible things."

Xiaoli also froze.

She turned to look at the beautiful girl in the ward, and there were a few bodyguards guarding outside the door. She was about to walk inside when the bodyguards held her.

Xiaoli ran to the window, and Jiang Ren was no longer visible in the heavy snow.

Jiang Ren carried things into the hospital where Wen Rui was.

The winter wind was rustling, he didn't turn on the light, and looked at Wen Rui who was asleep condescendingly.

When he came in as Wen Rui's relatives, it was easy. It was originally a relative.

There are very few lunatics in this world, but many fools.

So that when Wen Rui woke up, he was shocked.

He was **** with a rope and had several circles of tape on his mouth. He was already seriously injured, and at the moment, looking at the expressionless man in the dark night, Wen Rui stared at him.

"You are not afraid of death." Jiang Ren bent his lips, "I know."

Wen Rui looked at him sarcastically.

Knowing that Meng Ting couldn't wake up, Wen Rui felt that everything was fine, but Jiang Ren lost anyway.

Jiang Ren's voice was deep and gentle in the night: "I'll hurry up, I'm still waiting for me."

She can't go back after twelve o'clock, she will be worried.

The hospital clock was ticking away, and at eleven o'clock in the silent middle of the night, it sounded extremely cold.

Wen Rui watched Jiang Ren take out the tools one by one from the bag, and finally paled and struggled fiercely.

Jiang Ren is crazy!

He had stimulated Jiang Ren many times, just to put this child who had been sick since childhood in a mental hospital. But Jiang Ren took it all the time. It didn't matter if the world didn't like him, because he wouldn't love the world either.

But this time, Jiang Ren was really crazy.

He didn't want Grandma Jiang anymore, he didn't pursue Jiang Jixian, stepping through the wind and snow step by step, walking through the night alone, completely out of control.

The roses that were in full bloom in the ward gradually lost their vitality around the petals.

The heavy snow slapped on the transparent glass.

Holding Hua'er with her pale fingertips, she seemed to have met Jiang Ren in a long memory.

She was under the tombstone and looked up at him.

The man is handcuffed and has a clear outline. He has lost a lot of weight, but he is extraordinarily mature. Jiang Ren gently patted the snowflakes for her tombstone. Behind him are two police officers in solemn clothes.

The man lowered his head, his cold lips falling on the tombstone. It seemed that she was kissing her forehead through this lifeless stone, and she felt a bit cold on her forehead.

His forehead was pressed against the tombstone, and she breathed lightly, the world was quiet. She listened to him.

"The pomegranate tree of No.7 Middle School has bloomed this year."

"Your friend, Zhao Nuancheng, met a not-so-good man."

"The bus stop where you often waited for the bus has been demolished and rebuilt. The roads I have walked with you day and night have also changed."

"Everything has changed, ashamed to say, but I am still who I was back then."

She choked.

The man said softly: "Listen, I haven't called you like this before. You always hate me. I called out thousands of times in my heart, but when I saw your disgusting look, I felt unable to speak again. "

No, it is not, Jiang Ren.

"The summer that you took your stepsister from school, He Junming and I rode through the alley. You tell her that Jiang Ren is not good, don't like him. But listen." He whispered, "Jiang Ren can be very good. , He has always been better for you."

"I can't do more for you." He said, "I am not good, but in my life, I have tried my best."

He got up and gently brushed the snowflakes from her tombstone.

The heavy snow raged, and he was dressed thinly.

Never looked back.

She sleeps under the tombstone, watching the young entrepreneurs walk away step by step.

Jiang Ren!

Meng Ting opened his eyes suddenly, and the heavy snow outside the window became smaller at night. The flower in her hand was dying, and Meng Ting's whole body hurt.

An empty and warm hospital room, with a beautiful snow scene outside. But she did not see Jiang Ren.

She covered her slowly beating heart, put down the rose in her hand, and slowly walked outside the door while holding on to the wall.

The door was unscrewed laboriously, facing the old man who covered his cheek and wept.

The girl's hair was scattered, her face pale because of excessive blood loss.

Xiaoli was stopped a few steps away from the ward, looking at the beautiful girl with wide eyes. Xiaokang has never seen such a beautiful girl in the countryside.

Meng Ting didn't speak for a week, and his voice was uncomfortable: "Grandma Jiang."

Several bodyguards looked at each other and were stunned. One said quickly: "Hurry up and call the doctor, Miss Meng woke up."

Meng Ting held the old man and slowly uttered, "Grandma Jiang won't cry."

Grandma Jiang took her arm: "My Xiao Ren, my Xiao Ren..."

Xiaoli then woke up from the shock of seeing the fairy, the fairy was alive again. She hurriedly said: "Well, Mr. Jiang is not right. He just carried a pocket. My brother saw that there was a boning knife and rope tape inside, so he went outside."

Meng missed a beat when he heard his heartbeat, and said to the bodyguard, "I'll borrow my phone."

The bodyguard quickly gave her.

Meng Ting got through, but hung up on the other end.

Meng Ting's heart sank: "Is my phone still there?"

The bodyguard was stunned, really there.

When Meng Ting was robbed, Wen Rui threw her mobile phone in the flower bed, and Jiang Ren was anxious to find someone to pick it up.

Meng Ting hurried into the ward to look for it.

She saw her old mobile phone beside the huge crystal ball.

When I went back to the countryside to save my grandfather, Shu's father bought it for her.

Meng Ting called with his last hope.

It was 11:08 late at night.

In the room where he couldn't see his fingers, his bell rang again.

It is pure music.

The Swan Lake where she danced on the stage.

He didn't know how he was in the mood to set this song as a ringtone for one person.

Jiang Ren's hand slid across the screen and dullly connected.

"Jiang Ren."

He raised his eyes, a pair of eyes without temperature, without any brilliance. He knew that his mental state was no longer good.

The girl's voice was hoarse: "Where are you?"

Jiang Ren looked at Wen Rui who had passed out on the ground, and slowly responded word by word: "Hospital."

"Jiang Ren."

"Ok."

She said hard: "Go home."

The eviscer in his hand fell to the ground, tears filled his eyes for an instant, and he said, "Okay."

The doctor's report stated that Jiang Ren was mentally abnormal.

He collapsed, and it was dangerous.

Such people have to be treated.

The police looked at the report list and did not detain him.

Wen Rui's injury was not serious, and the seven minutes of torture caused Wen Rui to lose control of urine. However, if a few minutes later, no one can predict the consequences.

After the police recorded the confession, Jiang Ren remained silent, his eyes kept on her.

The young policeman said: "He is in an unstable state and needs a guardian. I heard that this has not happened before. We have seen his medical history and it seems that this should not be the case."

When he said this, everyone looked at Jiang Ren with the look of a mental patient.

Even if Jiang Ren did not belong to that kind of disease, the degree of paranoia and pathology he tested was not healthy.

Guardian, for an adult, is a bad word.

Jiang Ren didn't say a word, his eyes gradually shattered, with cold sharp and lonely pain. That word crushed him, but it made him silent. His heart was heavy and cold, Jiang Ren finally couldn't bear to get up.

Meng Ting grabbed his hand.

He lowered his eyes, obviously afraid to look at her eyes, but slowly, he ran into her eyes.

The girl smiled at him. She tightened that hand, following his appearance, clasping her fingers.

In December, the snow stopped.

Jiang Ren heard her say--

"His guardian, Meng Ting."