Mr. Li, Madam, she is not guilty of death

Chapter 687 With my death, she will be happy and safe for the rest of her life

The night was dark and the evening wind was cool.

After his mother turned and left, Jiang Yiming took out a fruit knife from the drawer, climbed up the window and sat on the edge of the bed.

Holding the fruit knife tightly, it seemed as if he was unconscious, and he felt no pain even when the blade cut through the flesh.

The blood in the palm dripped down drop by drop along the fingertips, and the blood beads were transparent and red under the light and shadow, which turned out to be extremely beautiful.

Jiang Yiming looked up at the stars in the sky, there were so many stars, each one was very bright, the starry night sky seemed to be one with the thousands of lights.

Jiang Yiming shook his legs and hummed the birthday song. His voice was hoarse, lazy and full of magnetism. This kind of voice was the favorite of fans.

"Happy birthday to me... Happy birthday to me..."

It was 45:15 p.m., and his birthday would be over in [-] minutes.

The information on his debut was fake except for his name and gender, so no one could say happy birthday to him on his real birthday, even his biological parents forgot today.

One day later, it will be Shen Qing's birthday.

Jiang Yiming's only regret is that he failed to celebrate Shen Qing's birthday and say "Happy Birthday" to her face to face

Jiang Yiming blinked his dry eyes, facing the flickering lights in the distance, those flickering lights looked like flickering candles on a birthday cake, "Happy birthday Shen Qing, wish me a happy birthday today too..."

He was sitting precariously on the window sill, as if he would fall down at any moment.

Jiang Yiming has a small problem, he is afraid of heights, he would never sit on it at such a height.

Sitting up for the first time, I felt better than I imagined. The cold wind seemed to pass through my body. The originally suppressed spirit was temporarily free, and the spirit gradually became excited. went in.

Jiang Yiming loosened his hand slightly, and pointed the tip of the knife at his heart.

The surroundings were very quiet, so quiet that apart from the lonely wind, there was also the sound of his heartbeat.

At 49:[-], Jiang Yiming stabbed the knife in his heart without hesitation, his body convulsed with pain and fell directly from the window sill.

Although the wind at night was very cold and gentle, when it blew in front of him, it was like a hand gently caressing the tear stains in the corners of his eyes.

He raised the corners of his lips, and the dimples appeared again.

He let out a painful moan softly, and passed away with the wind, and the wind poured into his clothes, drumming.

The wind this night was really strong... so strong that he thought he had grown a pair of wings and gained freedom.

Today is his birthday anyway, so let's make a wish,

"I pray to the gods, may I be a kind person in the next life, may the loved ones always be happy and safe, and be sweet without sorrow or pain."

"Ah Qing, you must be happy in the days without me. I will exchange my death for you to no longer be cowardly, no longer timid, have something in your heart, and have a bright life..."

We will meet again in the next life. I hope that in the next life, we can get what we want and live an ordinary life.

The last scene in his mind was Shen Qing taking the ring in his hand and saying "I do"

Ah Qing...Ah Qing, I want you to be free from worry for the rest of your life and be at ease. "Qing" always laughs, there will be one less person named Jiang Yiming in the world, and there will be one more star in the sky. The star will always be there, and Jiang Yiming will always be there .

"Jiang Yiming."

"Yiming."

"A Ming..."

——"I, Jiang Yiming, want to become a 'blockbuster' person, how could I be defeated by this little setback?"

——"Ah Qing, I want to give you a home..."

"boom--"

The mother and child were heart-to-heart, Jiang's mother felt a dull pain in her heart, and an unknown fear spread infinitely, until the servant who ran out to check and came back trembled and said that sentence.

"Ma'am, it's the young master...it's the young master who jumped off the building, and there's a lot of blood on his body...on his face..."

Mother Jiang seemed to have lost consciousness, like a marionette whose strings had been broken, and she was limp on the ground. Her knees knelt directly on the ground and made a muffled sound, which hurt when she heard it, but her face didn't change at all. eyes, numb expression.

When a person falls into extreme fear, instead of yelling, the whole person falls into extreme silence.

Jiang's mother stumbled up, even running and crawling, stumbled and ran out, the slightly cold night wind blowing towards her face, which made people's chaotic brain refreshed.

The slippers on my feet have been lost, and I stepped on the stones in the yard, which hurt people and made my heart numb.

Her brain is like a crashed computer, completely unable to think, and unable to sense the pain from the outside world for her body. She is like a machine out of control, and she can only run out of inertia.

Mother Jiang ran to a corner and stopped suddenly. Jiang Yiming was lying there covered in blood on the stone slab under the street lamp in the yard.

The glass on the third floor was wide open, and the wind blew the curtains. If they fell from somewhere, it stands to reason that at this distance, they would be seriously injured at most. There shouldn't be so much blood left, and the clothes should not be stained red... …

Mother Jiang's legs softened and she knelt on the ground, and then slowly... crawled over bit by bit.

Others would be terrified when they saw this scene, but she wouldn't, because the person lying there covered in blood and motionless was her son, her Yiming.

She went over to face Jiang Yiming who was lying on the ground covered in blood and couldn't see any injuries. She didn't know how to hug him so as not to hurt him.

However, what she didn't know was that at this moment, Jiang Yiming could no longer feel the pain.

"Yiming..." Mother Jiang choked up and cried out, "Don't scare mom..."

She lightly patted Jiang Yiming's warm shoulders, and then turned over Jiang Yiming tremblingly like a robot with rusty joints. When she saw the knife stuck in his chest, Mother Jiang's pupils shrank , and then opened his mouth to cry out in pain.

She bent down, opened her arms and hugged Jiang Yiming tightly, and pressed her face against his blood-stained face.

"Ah-ah..."

Jiang Yiming used two ways of death to end his own life. Not only did he jump off the building, but he also stabbed a knife into his heart. The force of falling down directly pushed the knife to the innermost side, and he died on the spot.

How desperate is he?

How painful?

Will he commit suicide in this way?

She remembered that his son was most afraid of heights?

He has been afraid of heights since he was a child...

Even on the third floor, from top to bottom, he would be afraid.

Who was talking around, it was very noisy, Mother Jiang couldn't hear clearly, she fell into her own world, locked herself in a sealed space, she held Jiang Yiming gently in her arms, just like holding him when she was a child.

How long has it been since she took the initiative to hug her son?

I didn't expect to hug him again in such a way and on such an occasion.

With tears all over his face, Mother Jiang reached out and gently wiped away the blood on his face.

Tears fell one by one, falling on Jiang Yiming's face, no matter how much he wiped it off, he couldn't wipe it clean.

She thought: If she had remembered earlier that today is Yiming's birthday, and said "Happy birthday, son", would he not have died?

If when his father beat him, she, the mother, stretched out her hand to stop him, wouldn't Yiming die?

In just a moment, Jiang's mother remembered all kinds of past memories, those old memories that were suppressed by her at the bottom, and the things that she had forgotten were turned up now, and they were clearly displayed in her mind in the most painful way.

——"Mom, I like someone. She may not have a good family background or a good education, but I like her. Can I take her home?"

"Of course, as long as you like it."