The river is exhausted

As soon as Shen Rujiang walked out of the back door, there was a long corridor outside.The noon daylight shines on the tempered glass in the promenade, which is subtly folded in some arcs.All of them fell on the smooth tiled floor—the corridor seemed to be lit up.

But he wasn't in the mood to appreciate it, so he walked quickly through the corridor.It happened that I bumped into a female employee who was exquisitely dressed and had a beautiful face.Shen Rujiang walked up with a smiling face that had been on for a whole morning.The other party looked up at his face, watching his appearance when he walked from the long corridor filled with soft light, but he couldn't walk anymore.It wasn't until Shen Rujiang walked in front of him that she came to her senses and asked awkwardly with a slightly reddish cheek: "May I help you?"

"Your appearance is the greatest help to me." Shen Shenjiang stabilized the movement of his hand, and handed a rose in front of the young woman - this is the potted plant on both sides of the corridor. Randomly said: "People are more beautiful than flowers."

"Thank you..." During working hours, I was suddenly teased by such a tall and straight man with a gentle temperament and a handsome face, but he came out of the conference hall.She still felt very caught off guard when she took the flowers.

In the end, Shen Jinjiang got his wish and found out the direction of the bathroom, otherwise Huanhao is so big - when would he have to find out?

It was the first time for Shen Jinjiang to do such a thing of selling his appearance, but in his opinion.Li Hensheng, a flamboyant second-generation ancestor, should have homework.

The bathroom was very quiet, apparently no one was there.The scent of sandalwood, which was neither strong nor light, was surprisingly reassuring. Shen Jinjiang took off the handkerchief covering his nose and threw it into the trash can.The blood-stained towel lay quietly among various white papers.

Put your hand under the automatic faucet——as expected, a large stream of transparent and clean water flowed out in an instant.Holding the water in both hands, he threw it on his face unceremoniously.He washed the blood under his nose clean.

He raised his head and looked at the pale young man in the mirror.The smile that had been on his face just now had completely collapsed, and Li Hensheng seemed to have turned back into Shen Jiang again.He raised his unconscious hand, and patted his face unconsciously—almost froze from laughing.

Sometimes laughter is really just an expression, most of the time it has nothing to do with a person's mood.Some people can laugh when they are happy, and they can also laugh when they are unhappy.

He squinted his eyes and looked for clean tissues on the sink, only to see an empty tissue box—bad luck.Shen Rujiang straightened up, just about to raise his hand to wipe his face casually.A slender hand stretched out from beside him, and a clean handkerchief was still pinched on the bony fingers.

Shen Rujiang was startled deeply in his heart, he didn't realize that someone was approaching him at all.He knew that hand, and probably no one knew it better than he did.It was those beautiful hands—seven or eight years ago, they often cooked for him, taught him to play the piano, took him for walks, and almost...touched every corner of his body.

Sure enough, the moment he raised his head.He met Jiang Yousi's eyes, sinking into the river as if to escape.At that moment, Li Hensheng's appearance was very quickly put on - he smiled at the person who suddenly appeared, and then generously took the handkerchief handed over by the other party, and wiped off the water droplets on his face.

"Thank you Mr. Jin for your help." He kept silent about what he should have said, and could only choose to pretend to be crazy.

Shen Jiang searched for Jiang Yousi for seven years.For seven years, he had never been so... close to Jiang Youbi at that moment.Seeing him again now, do you hate it?No.Are you happy?It seems that I can't say it, I just feel that the burden that has been pressing on my heart is suddenly let go.

Some dark nights, when a person travels alone.It seems that it is difficult to need any... company or help anymore.He doesn't know whether he still loves the person in front of him now, he only knows that the moment he saw him, there was a dark place in his heart, as if he had seen the world again.

I'm afraid no matter how many years have passed... Jiang Yousi is an unforgettable existence for Shen Rujiang.

But he is not Jiang Yousi now, he has become Jin Min.He didn't sink into the river, but became Li Hensheng instead.

If you want to lament that fate makes people—you are right.Because of things like fate, I like to tease mortals the most.

Without waiting for any answer from the other party, Shen Jinjiang turned sideways, and was about to exit this space alone with him.But he didn't want to be stopped by that familiar call.

"Enter the river." Jiang Yousi turned around and looked at the back of him who was about to leave.

What happened to him in the past seven or eight years, Jiang Yousi didn't know at all.But just the moment I saw him...all the hopes that had been extinguished were ignited again-Shen Jinjiang did not die.

Maybe others would not recognize him, but just at that moment - Jiang Yousi recognized him.He is like the light and shadow of the years, which has already been deeply penetrated into Jiang Yousi's bones.

What kind of day will it be? It will be the boy who had difficulty communicating with others seven or eight years ago, and often couldn't even say a word clearly.Honed to look like today?Those eyes were full of strangers that Jiang Youbao didn't know.

"Is that the name of Mr. Jin's old friend?" Li Hensheng turned his head and said jokingly, "It looks like I look a lot like him—otherwise you wouldn't keep staring at me."

His change was also unexpected by Jiang Yousi... He never thought that the indifferent young man at the beginning would become what he is today.Those words and deeds... are so familiar, just like their past self.

At this moment, Jiang Yousi suddenly realized that the self at this moment was more like him in the past.The years seem to be reversed, turning them into each other.

"I really miss you." Jiang Yousi selectively ignored Li Hensheng's glib tongue, and instinctively said what he wanted to say the most.He just wanted to get Shen Rujiang out through that strange skin.

Shen Rujiang's mind shook, and the six words murmured out of his mouth after relaxing, seemed to have some magical power.He slammed the heart defense that he had managed to hold up hard.

His fingers shook a few times involuntarily, and he said this sentence almost holding his breath: "I hope he can hear it."

As soon as the voice fell, he didn't intend to stay any longer.He took a quick step and left the toilet as if fleeing.Unexpectedly, that person's reaction was much faster than his. His broad and powerful palm held his arm tightly the moment his figure changed.

"I was wrong for leaving without saying a word back then. I really will never leave you again, Irie." At the end of his words, there was a whiff of pleading.

Shen Rujiang's heart was sour and astringent, as if he had been poured with chaotic seasonings. As long as the consciousness of "Shen Rujiang" did not die, he would never be able to refuse any pleadings from Jiang Yousi.He froze there, not knowing how to react—until there was a continuous, abrupt buzzing sound.

It was the vibrating sound of the mobile phone, but it was clear enough in this dead space.Instantly knocking Shen Jinjiang awake with a stick, he was about to break his arm out of the opponent's hand - the grip was too tight to move.

"Boss Jin, even if you want to flirt with me, can you not use such an old-fashioned way?" Shen Rujiang took out the phone with the other hand, glanced at the caller information, and then looked up at the other party.

The caller is Yang Muting, what is she calling herself now?Shen Rujiang frowned slightly, the discomfort hadn't disappeared yet, the blood in his body was heating up, and thin sweat was already oozing from his back.The hand holding the phone was still shaking slightly.

"What's wrong with you?" Sensing that something was wrong with Shen Rujiang, Jiang Youpan could feel the slight temperature and trembling from under the white shirt with the palm of his arm.

"Elderly Parkinson's disease." Shen Rujiang replied with a calm face, then pulled his hand out of the other party's gradually relaxing palm, and shook the phone in his hand: "Excuse me-I will tease you again when I have a chance, Mr. Jin .”

This time, Shen Rujiang quickly left the place of right and wrong while calling back the phone.It wasn't until the door of the bathroom separated the two of them from the two spaces that Shen Shenjiang leaned against the wall next to him as if limp.

Only then did he dare to reach out for the small medicine bottle in his trouser pocket, and skillfully opened the bottle cap.Take out two pieces, don't even need water - just swallow them.

It just so happened that the phone was also connected. Unexpectedly, there was a baby crying: "Papa!"

This roar shocked Shen Jinjiang instantly, as if he had just woken up from a dream.He supported the wall and stood up straight, walked slowly towards the direction of going back, and his voice softened involuntarily.

"What's the matter? Who bullied you?"

"Woo...you." The good guy was sobbing so hard that he almost didn't feel sorry for Shen Jinjiang.Usually, the four members of the family worship him as their ancestor, so no one is willing to bully him.

Not to mention that I don't want to be bullied, other people just want to steal their treasure if they look at them a few more times.Shen Jinjiang guessed that the little ancestor woke up and found that he was gone, thinking that he ran away and didn't want him anymore.After all, when he set off, the little ancestor had already slept soundly.

"Okay, don't cry, Dad will be back soon." Hearing the baby's voice, my heart calmed down.This little guy is indeed magical.

The soft voice echoed in the quiet corridor, neither big nor small.If it is not intentional, no one will deliberately go to listen to what he said.

Jiang Yousi came out of the bathroom, staring at the back of the man who was gradually moving away.He raised his palm, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it carefully.There was a very light woody forest perfume on the man's body. He held his arm just now, and now his hands were more or less stained with the smell.

Different from the nostalgia on his face, there was a sense of loss that couldn't be concealed in his long and narrow black eyes.