hypocrite

Seventeen

Yu Sinian was lying on the hospital bed, his eyes were empty, his face was haggard, and he was dying of breath. His thick black hair had disappeared due to multiple chemotherapy treatments, his cheekbones on both sides were deeply sunken, and his lips were no longer rosy. It was replaced by a sickly bruise, and the wrist exposed from the hospital gown was horribly thin, as if there was only a thin layer of skin clinging to the bone.

Lin Jinsheng stood by the side, staring at Yu Sinian, with no expression on the surface, but mixed feelings in his heart.

Five years have passed since Lin Jinsheng agreed to Yu Sinian's request for a relationship.At first, Lin Jinsheng just wanted to be a stranger who met Yu Sinian, but he realized in frustration that maybe he was affected by the residual love from his previous life, so he couldn't be indifferent to Yu Sinian, and he was deeply attached to Yu Sinian. There is no way to dispel resentment, he is not a magnanimous person, even if his reason obstructs him in every possible way, he will not be able to calm down.

Lin Jinsheng was deeply concerned about Yu Sinian's behavior of concealing his illness in his previous life, and the long-suppressed complaints gradually deteriorated with the passage of time. When Yu Sinian humbly begged for a relationship, he could no longer control Yu Sinian's malice derived from resentment. Burst out in one go.

For the past five years, Lin Jinsheng has played the role of the perfect lover conscientiously, making Yu Sinian fall in love with him easily - of course it was easy, Yu Sinian was already in love with him, but Lin Jinsheng just added fuel to make Yu Sinian fall in love with him. Also unable to extricate themselves.

Lin Jinsheng treated Yu Sinian very well, but deliberately revealed a very cruel fact towards Yu Sinian in his words and deeds: Lin Jinsheng did not have the slightest love for Yu Sinian.It is more hopeless to give hope and then take it back than to have no hope in the first place.Yu Sinian was plagued by illness, coupled with Lin Jinsheng's ravages of revenge, he was no longer what he used to be. In the last days, he was sensitive, gloomy, irritable, and all the opposite qualities appeared one by one. At that time, Lin Jinsheng just stood by and watched until Yu Sinian was overwhelmed by illness.

Lin Jinsheng came back to his senses, looked at the lifeless Yu Sinian, and let out a feigned sigh.

It's really different. Even though Yu Sinian in his previous life was also suffering from illness, he was still optimistic and gentle, and his mental state couldn't be compared with today's.

"Because in the previous life he relied on my love." Lin Jinsheng thought to himself, "It's really ironic."

The time in the ward seemed to be stagnant. The warm sunlight outside the window, the crisp and melodious birdsong, and the rustling of the leaves in the breeze could not reach the ward. There was a vibrant scene outside, but the ward was dead silent.

As the sun was setting, Yu Sinian, who had been silent for nearly a day, finally opened his mouth, and with his hoarse voice, said with difficulty and intermittently: "Lin Jinsheng, it is my greatest misfortune to meet you at the end of my life."

Lin Jinsheng couldn't hold back his laughter when he heard that.

"Jinsheng, I am happy to have you in the last journey of my life." At the same time and at the same place, Yu Sinian in the previous life was brimming with happiness, and Yu Sinian in this life was full of resentment. Opposite words.

"You're tired, go to sleep." Lin Jinsheng leaned over, kissed Yu Sinian's forehead tenderly, turned and left resolutely.

That night, Yu Sinian died of illness.

Eighteen

Lin Jinsheng gently placed the box containing Yu Sinian's ashes on the dining table of the rental house. The dining table was made of rosewood, light brown, with a faint fragrance, very beautiful.There was a ceramic vase next to the urn, and there were a few bouquets of roses in the vase. Lin Jinsheng hummed a song, dipped some water and sprinkled it on the roses, then untied his crow-black tie, took off his suit jacket, and took it out of the closet. Bring out a bottle of wine and a goblet, and sit at the dining table to have a drink. What you serve is bohemian and contented.

When he was slightly drunk, Lin Jinsheng thought unconsciously: "Yu Sinian is gone, I have never felt so light...Did I really love him?" Lin Jinsheng let out a self-deprecating laugh, and shouted loudly: "All the stagnation and hardships of the past will no longer exist. From now on, I, Lin Jinsheng, will start a new life!"

The exhaustion of staying in bed for several days swept over, and after yelling nervously, Lin Jinsheng fell into a deep sleep.

Nineteen

Lin Jinsheng didn't sleep well. In his dream, he was surrounded by a cloud of black mist. No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't dispel the black mist. He could only watch himself being swallowed by the black mist.

It wasn't a horrifying scene, but Lin Jinsheng broke out in a cold sweat. Half asleep and half awake, Lin Jinsheng vaguely felt that it was raining outside the house at some point, and the raindrops hit the window eaves, tick-tock, so as not to disturb people's sleep.

A sudden thunder from the sky woke Lin Jinsheng up completely.He suddenly sat up from the bed, probably because he drank wine before going to bed, Lin Jinsheng had a splitting headache, and his clothes were soaked in cold sweat, making his back sticky, Lin Jinsheng felt very uncomfortable at this moment.

Lin Jinsheng lifted the quilt and wanted to go to the bathroom to wash his body, but he froze the moment he saw his surroundings clearly.

Small space, books stacked in disorder, decayed wooden table, outdated mobile phone on the table, a handful of home appliances in the room, hand-torn calendar hanging behind the wooden door, and the air is full of unpleasant musty smell... …

Lin Jinsheng raised his hand tremblingly, staring at it carefully.

These hands are white and thin, completely different from the rough and strong hands honed by society five years later.

Lin Jinsheng broke down and kicked the wooden table hard, and the already precarious wooden table collapsed with a loud bang, followed by Lin Jinsheng's desperate, trapped animal roar.

August 2010, 8.The Arabic numerals on the calendar, which cannot be ignored, are dazzling and bright red.

The author has something to say: This article was written on a whim, and in order to write the ending of this reincarnation, I painstakingly compiled a plot of more than 9000 words.

Because there is no outline, the plot lacks logic, the words and sentences are pretentious, the plot progresses abruptly, and the overall chaos is messy. I can't bear to read it again after writing it.