He wags his tail when he sees me

Jiang Junchen turned on the computer and browsed the webpage. He followed a game a few days ago and should know the result today.

He didn't participate, and he couldn't think of any good ideas for a while. He was not Jiang Che, and he didn't have his perseverance, nor his talent.

After looking at the award rankings and the award-winning works, he couldn't believe he opened the work set as the grand prize, and took off the mouse in a panic. The distance between the mouse and the table was not high, but the sound was a bit loud , Jiang Che was woken up and opened his eyes to look at him.

Jiang Junchen slept in Jiang Che's bunk, and Jiang Che could see the contents of his computer as soon as he turned his head. The familiar composition and strokes came into his eyes. Jiang Che suddenly sat up and climbed out of bed.

Jiang Junchen was taken aback by Jiang Che, and it was too late to close the computer, "Jiang Che, Jiang Che, don't get excited."

He stood beside Jiang Junchen expressionlessly, clicked on the picture and confirmed it over and over again. He knew it was his own painting, but he couldn't believe it. After reading the signature, it wasn't his name, nor Wei Qiming's. name.

He didn't believe that Wei Qiming would sell his paintings to others without discussing with him. That was his painstaking effort day and night. I'll just ask him and let him explain to me."

Jiang Che staggered out, Jiang Junchen couldn't stand it anymore and stepped forward to drag him back, "Don't be impulsive, Jiang Che, calm down."

"He betrayed me. He wanted to break up with me one moment, and then sold my paintings to others. What do you think he is thinking?" Jiang Che's face was pale and bloodless, as if he would be drained dry The shell of the soul.

Jiang Che had no choice|to defend his rights, but he also had no way to blame Wei Qiming.

As soon as that man cried, he was completely defeated.

Jiang Che gave himself time to delay for two days, and when he saw Wei Qiming again, it was Wei Qiming who took the initiative to ask him out.

Jiang Che's mood was very complicated, but he thought that if he could see him, his mood would definitely get better.

In the small park near the hospital, Wei Qiming told Jiang Che that he was going abroad.

"I really can't hold on anymore," Wei Qiming sat obediently on the other side of the bench, hiding away from Jiang Che, not daring to look at him but wanting to see him very much, "My mother told me to go out immediately , I'm sorry Jiang Che, let's break up. My father is already in the hospital, and I don't want to lose my mother again."

"what about me?"

Disappointed, Jiang Che tightly grabbed his arm, "Then where do you put me? Your mother has another family and doesn't take care of your father, so you sold my drawings to others Money? Wei Qiming! Can you care about me occasionally, am I so unworthy of your trust? Why don’t you tell me if you don’t have money?”

After a flash of astonishment, Wei Qiming's eyes were filled with remorse, and he was flustered at a loss, but he finally calmed down and retorted, "What's the use of me telling you? Aren't you as poor as me? Jiang Che, it's because you haven't considered me. You can't do anything for me, and you keep causing me trouble. I just asked you for a drawing. What about you? If you didn't insist on kissing me on the street, my dad wouldn't know, he I won’t go to the hospital! I can’t take it anymore, I want to get married and have children in the future, please let me go, okay, I want to live a normal life!”

"Are you blaming me!" Jiang Che was so angry that he grabbed his hand and shouted, "You want to push everything on my head? Wei Qiming, don't rely on me liking you, you... "

Wei Qiming trembled all over his body, and his eyes were reddened by Jiang Che's yelling. Jiang Che suppressed his anger when he saw this scene, "Don't cry."

"I'm leaving, the plane is about to fly."

"Now?" Jiang Che stood up and followed him to the street, "Why are you in such a hurry, are you just telling me? Wei Qiming! Stop!"

He walked towards the traffic light quickly, in order to get rid of Jiang Che, the guilt towards Jiang Che in his heart was almost overflowing.

"Wei Qiming!"

With a scream of panic, Jiang Che pushed him back. The passing pedestrians came and went in a hurry, and the speeding cars ran over Jiang Che's right hand. In an instant, the sky was dark, and Jiang Che lost consciousness all at once.

When he woke up again, Jiang Junchen was sitting beside him, Jiang Jihai didn't come, and Wei Qiming was gone.

The right hand that had been casted was terribly swollen. Jiang Che asked Jiang Junchen for a cell phone, but Jiang Junchen refused, saying that he would let him rest.

Jiang Che knew what happened. There must be a reason why Jiang Junchen didn't give him the phone.

On the first night of his stay in the hospital, Jiang Che secretly borrowed his mobile phone from the nurse. He checked the website about his painting being won the grand prize by others, but he couldn't find his painting.

Jiang Che felt strange, so he searched the competition name on the website, but found a bunch of news that the grand prize had been removed, and the original author's father was a murderer.

Jiang Che's mood fluctuated greatly, and his high fever persisted that night, Jiang Junchen found out but could not comfort him.

Jiang Junchen returned his mobile phone, but inexplicably, some people called him all harassing calls of threats and ridicule.

I don't know who did it. For two weeks in a row, Jiang Che's vision was colorless, everything was black, white and gray.His eyes were glazed over, and he looked like a dead man.

"Give me a piece of paper and a pen." Jiang Che looked at Jiang Junchen, "Please."

Jiang Junchen couldn't be stubborn, so he asked someone to lend him a pen and paper. Jiang Che couldn't think while holding the pen in his left hand, so he switched to his right hand again. When he couldn't hold the right hand stably, he switched back to his left hand, but there was nothing in his mind. He even He forgot how to write, and he couldn't even draw a simple cube.

Jiang Che looked into Jiang Junchen's eyes and smiled strangely, "I seem to be dead."

The author has something to say

2017 delivered us to 2018, and 2018 safely delivered us to 2019. On the last day of 2018, I hope everyone can work hard in the direction of their dreams in 2019. Regret one day in the future, do what you need to do, and play what you need to play.

In 2019, "set a small goal and earn him [-] million first."

happy New Year.