A good man dies because of color control

Chapter 12 Struggling

Chen Bingjue rushed out the door, and the moment Jiang Zhili closed the car door, he blocked the door tightly.

"Jiang Zhili." His voice was trembling, almost begging, with faint crying, "You have already found Xu Xingxing, I will wait for you for a week, okay, I am here, I will not go anywhere, I will wait for you for a week , you come back and we are the same as before, or start over..."

But Jiang Zhili didn't say anything.

He didn't refuse or agree, only the dust that was raised hit his face.

Chen Bingjue returned to the house.Familiar furnishings, familiar places, he took out a case of beer from the refrigerator, and drank every sip.

Drink from dawn to dusk, and drink from dusk to dawn, call the shop downstairs when you run out of wine, and eat two bites of bread when you are hungry.

I can't do this, Chen Bingjue thought, I should go wash my face, if Jiang Zhili comes back, I will greet him with the most energetic appearance.

But Jiang Zhili never came back.

Chen Bingjue wandered around from room to room, kitchen, bathroom, studio, study, his bedroom, Jiang Zhili's bedroom, the bodyguard's bedroom...

But he was alone everywhere.

He had always been alone, and now he was alone.

The oppression in the room almost made him suffocate.

On the seventh day, when Chen Bingjue felt that he might not be able to hold on anymore, the door finally opened.

He stood up abruptly, the instantaneous lack of blood supply to the brain made him almost fall down again, but he didn't care about these, and desperately opened his eyes to look at the person standing at the door.

The man at the door said in a pitiful tone, "Mr. Chen, let me fetch some things for Mr. Jiang."

Jiang Yi was busy in the house, packing up the things that Jiang Zhili told him to bring back to America.

"Is he not coming back?" Chen Bingjue asked.

Jiang Yidao, "Yes."

"You don't want the house anymore?"

Jiang Yi replied, "Mr. Jiang has no plans to resell it. If you want to continue sleeping here, there is no problem."

Chen Bingjue said, "But I don't care about this, I want to see him."

Jiang Yi stopped what he was doing and turned to look at him.

The warm young man shrugged his back, as if his soul had been sucked dry, leaving only an unsustainable shell, standing here precariously.

Jiang Yidao, "I'm curious."

"what?"

Jiang Yidao said, "I don't understand. You treat Mr. Jiang, and Mr. Jiang treats Mr. Xu...with all due respect, the other party doesn't love you, so why do you have to pursue it so persistently?"

Chen Bingjue said, "Have you ever loved anyone?"

Jiang nodded, "I had a first love in high school, but I didn't have such strong feelings for her."

Chen Bingjue said, "Probably because I'm not reconciled. Not reconciled..."

"Not reconciled?"

"How can I explain it... Probably, thinking that this person can't belong to me, and thinking of him smiling at others, I'm not reconciled."

Jiang Yi frowned suspiciously, "Isn't this very selfish?"

"It's just selfishness." Chen Bingjue said, "But there's no other way, I can't bear it."

Jiang Yi finished packing, it was just a small box, Chen Bingjue didn't care what he took, but silently packed a few clothes and daily necessities, washed his face and followed Jiang Yi.

Jiang Yi looked at him blankly, "What are you going to do?"

"I want to ask you for a favor." Chen Bingjue took a deep breath, "I want to see Jiang Zhili again for the last time."

Jiang Yidao said, "It's impossible for him to see you."

"But I want to try." Chen Bingjue said, "Maybe I accidentally made him unhappy that day and he didn't want to talk to me? Or he was in a bad mood that day, it's all possible. If he's gone now..."

Jiang Yi pursed his lips, "You don't know him." Jiang Yi said, "He won't see you."

Chen Bingjue insisted, "Please let me try, I will not betray you, you just need to take me to a place near him, and I will find a way to meet him."

Jiang Yi looked at Chen Bingjue, and Chen Bingjue always looked at him without wavering.

After a while, Jiang Yi said with difficulty, "I can take you to the Jiang residence in the United States... I can't take you into the community, but the old man is at home, and Mr. Jiang will go back today, and you may run into him..."

Chen Bingjue held Jiang Yi's hand excitedly, "Thank you!! That's enough!"

Jiang Yi looked at Chen Bingjue holding his hand, but didn't speak.

Chen Bingjue and Jiang Yi bought air tickets for the evening, but Jiang Yi didn't bring anything, only the suitcase.

The two of them didn't speak during the journey, Chen Bingjue was preoccupied, Jiang Yi didn't talk.

After getting off the plane and arriving at the entrance of the community where Jiang's house is located, it was already afternoon, Jiang Yi ran over and didn't know what to say to the guard, and then ran back out of breath.

It was already snowing in the United States, and the thick university covered the insteps of his feet when he stepped on it. Jiang Yi ran around, leaving a string of footprints in the snow.

Jiang took off the scarf around his neck and gave it to him, "You can't travel here without the owner's permission. You can only wait outside. I told the guard that he won't drive you away, but there is no snow cover here. If you can’t wait any longer, there is a coffee shop 5 minutes ahead, you can go there and have a sit.”

Chen Bingjue took the scarf and thanked him.

Jiang Yi looked at him hesitantly, "Then... shall I go first?"

Chen Bingjue smiled and said, "See you later."

The community was probably built for the sake of cleanliness, and it was built very far away. Except for some big trees scattered nearby, there is only a vast expanse of white snow at a glance, boundless, as if it is far away from the city.

Chen Bingjue put on the scarf given by Jiang Yi, it seemed that Jiang Yi's body temperature still remained on it.

The snow fell harder and harder, Chen Bingjue gradually couldn't stand up, squatted down, leaned against the iron fence of the community, and huddled into a ball.

The security guard in the guard room looked at him several times, afraid that the young man might have frozen to death there.

Looking at it from his side, he could only see the black shadow of a ball in Tuancheng, huddled in the corner of the ice and snow, like ink stains on white drawing paper.

At around seven o'clock, a car finally arrived, the sky was still gray, and the bright lights of the car came through the heavy snow.

Chen Bingjue stood up happily, squatting for a long time and the cold weather made him feel as if ice slag had worn away his bones even if he didn't move.

Three cars in a row stopped in front of him.

The rear window of the first car rolls down, revealing a face.

Not Jiang Zhili.

Chen Bingjue was a little disappointed, but still politely greeted the old man in the car window.

The old man asked with great interest, "Young man, what are you doing here?"

It seems that he is of Asian descent, and the old man speaks Chinese.

Chen Bingjue said, "I'm waiting for someone."

"It's such a cold day? Waiting for someone? You've been waiting for more than a while."

Chen Bingjue replied, "Yes, a very important person, if I miss it, I may regret it for the rest of my life."

The old man nodded appreciatively, "Do you want to sit at my house for a while?"

Chen Bingjue declined.

Seeing his resolute attitude, the old man asked the bodyguard at the side to give him a coat, "Young man, your body is the most important thing, I hope you get what you want."

Chen Bingjue thanked him, he was really shivering from the cold now, so he took the coat without any excuses.

The old man's car drove into the community.

The door opened and closed again.

Chen Bingjue put on his coat, wrapped himself tightly, and squatted down again.

It was probably late at night, and another car came back from outside the community.

Chen Bingjue felt that he was completely frozen, he tried to open his eyes, but his eyelashes were already covered with icicles, his face was almost frozen, and he didn't even have the energy to open his eyes.

If Jiang Zhili was in that car, I would be miserable. Chen Bingjue couldn't help thinking that he might not be able to see me when he drove the car into the community.

Chen Bingjue tried to stand up, and the car suddenly blew a tire five meters away from Chen Bingjue.

The driver stopped the car, and the people inside turned gloomy.The bodyguard quickly got out of the car and held an umbrella for him.

Jiang Zhili!God bless!

Chen Bingjue felt that his whole body suddenly gained strength, he ran over with deep kicks and shallow kicks, and barely grabbed Jiang Zhili with his hands that were red and stiff from the cold.

Jiang Zhili glanced at him.

But I haven't seen him for a week, and the man's eyebrows and eyes are still the same, but it's still colder than this snowy day.

Chen Bingjue swallowed hard, and said, "To...to Li..."

Jiang Zhili frowned, "Chen Bingjue, you are annoying."

Chen Bingjue said, "I just want to say... maybe we shouldn't end like this..."

Jiang Zhili said, "It never started, so where is the end?"

Chen Bingjue opened his mouth dumbly.

Jiang Zhili pulled out his sleeves in disgust, and Chen Bingjue stopped him, "Zhili..."

"Go away!"

Jiang Zhili was really impatient, and kicked Chen Bingjue away. Chen Bingjue couldn't stand still, and with this kick, he slid two meters away in the snow.

Jiang Zhili took the umbrella from the bodyguard, and said coldly, "He won't be able to bother me until he hits me."

Jiang Zhili held an umbrella, a car drove out from the community, and picked up Jiang Zhili.

The bodyguard carried Chen Bingjue to the side.

Fist, foot.

The top of the head, cheeks, shoulders, back, waist, internal organs.

The burning pain mixed with the coldness of the ice and snow, and the blood flowed into the snow along every broken skin of Chen Bingjue, staining each piece of whiteness red.

Chen Bingjue didn't know how long it took, but the bodyguard finally stopped, threw him where he was and left.

The place is still white.

Still boundless.

The snow didn't stop, and new snow fell, covering the area that was stained red, as if it had been washed again, and returned to its original pure white.

Chen Bingjue's last memory is the terrified face of the security guard and the roaring sound of the ambulance.