he is my brother

15. Extra Story: Jiang Yuming ([-])

In my eyes, Jiang Lingyi is a very pitiful person.

It was as if fate had treated him extremely unfairly, putting all the suffering on him, and then taking it away with a few words that he wrote lightly, shaking it off without a trace.

Even if he never cared, it didn't take away the slightest bit of pain he had experienced.

His mother is the most unqualified mother in the world. It is precisely because of his mother's existence that he has the illusion that women are difficult to approach.

Jiang Lingyi is the least likely person to marry a woman.

Even though his rationality is always reminding him that women have countless beautiful and precious qualities, however, the scars are untouchable, even when exposed to the sun, they feel stinging.

These are the truths that I only realized after I died.

Jiang Lingyi regards me as the only connection, bond, and meaning of existence with the world.

How could anyone be so paranoid?

I recalled my stupidity in the past, and I focused on leaving the Jiang family and drawing a clear line with Jiang Lingyi. I didn't want to enter the so-called high-ranking and powerful Jiang family, and I wanted to poach half of the Jiang family's flesh and bones from me, but Jiang Lingyi didn't.

Only Jiangling intended.

The two of us are the same, we are both illegitimate children, why can he support the city wall with his shoulders from nothing, while I am humble and hateful, like a twisted blood-sucking bug.

The jealousy and envy I didn't understand when I was young, and of course guilt, mixed together, the Gu I raised completely devoured my head and brain, what was the last sentence I said to Jiang Lingyi before I died, [Get out My life], this sentence.

I don't want to see the disappointment in his eyes, it's more humiliating than the bastard in junior high who laughed at me [disgusting illegitimate child] and pushed my head into the trash can, Jiang Lingyi stood stubbornly like a scarred sword, his He is tough and stronger than the outside, and I can see how cautious he is towards me in private.

This makes me even more humble as dust.

The so-called skin bag, pushed into the crematorium, is just a handful of soil, raised and sprinkled to the sea as bait, I am afraid it will compete with mayflies, but I feel sorry for it like a feather.

Because all I have left is this skin.

Bright and handsome, with a frown and a smile that make people think about it, Jiangling has a different meaning.

He is as stable as a cruise ship, or a ship, commuting regularly every day. I can’t understand his perseverance. He has a mother who is better than none. One night, with my schoolbag on my back, I curled up in his arms, timidly afraid to speak, and fell asleep in a daze. When I woke up again, he rubbed my head and pulled out his numb arm from under my neck. He also carefully protected me so that I would not fall off the bench.

The chairs in the hospital were so hard that Jiang Ling sat there all night in a daze.

Jiang Lingyi's mother didn't know that Jiang Mian's favorite son was Jiang Huaian. Jiang Mian hid Jiang Huaian tightly until he died, and Jiang Huaian went out to clean up Jiang's family. Only then did the other illegitimate children find targets.

If his mother knew, I would not be the one who can protect Jiang Lingyi to the death.

If it wasn't for me, Jiang Lingyi probably wouldn't have died so early, with such an ugly death.

How great.

It's a pity there is no if in the world.

The only weapon I can compare to Jianghuaian is Jiangling Yi.

My dearest brother.

The rock of my indifferent dark life.

Of course I can imagine that Jiang Huaian looked at me with contempt and unwillingness, like looking at a dog with a diamond in its mouth, but so what.

Jiang Huaian can only be the head of the Jiang family, not Jiang Lingyi's younger brother.

When I hid behind the thick branches of the pear tree and was triumphant, the same disgusting feeling came along, that I was indeed a person who did not deserve sympathy, had no merit, was full of viciousness, and was ridiculous.

That's why I say that Jiang Lingyi is a very poor person, holding a handful of dirt that can be found everywhere in his palm, and caring for it with all his heart, just like a farmer and a snake, they ended up with nothing but personal wealth.

If I had another life, I had thought that in another life, I would definitely not meet Jiang Lingyi, let me rot quietly in the swamp, and it would be best if no one tried to pull me up.

It is most unworthy to save a person who does not know what is good or bad.

Jiang Lingyi is such a fool.

When I was in elementary school, I was ridiculed by poking my spine. Children are species that do not distinguish between good and evil. Pure goodness or pure evil are vividly reflected in them. So malicious, I ran home crying one day and threw myself into his arms, telling about the white school uniform that was splashed with ink, the darkness gathered in Jiang Lingyi's eyes made me shrink my shoulders.

When I was in junior high school, I learned to bury these things deeply in my heart. Those nonsense words penetrated into my heart and turned into dirty poison.

When I was in high school, Jiangling deliberately chose a university not far from Beijing. He ignored me because he was busy starting a company, and it can’t be regarded as neglect. At least he would bring me novel clothes or electronic products every time he came back. With these things, I forged a glamorous image of a rich man in school.

Only I know very well that I am not a son of a rich family, not even an illegitimate child.

I wholeheartedly wanted to leave the Jiang family, so I applied for a university in Jiangnan.

I haven't seen Jiangling Yi for five years.

I have to say, my heart is at ease.

Morbid sense of liberation, no Jiang family, no Jiang Lingyi who cared for me, I was like an orphan, dragging a suitcase through the vast sea of ​​people, squeezed onto the train, soaked a bucket of instant noodles full of seasonings, looked out the window and quickly retreated scenery.

Facts have proved how naive I am. I think that my cool departure not only pushes away Jianglingyi, but also draws a natural moat. In the endless night, Jianglingyi built a single-plank bridge in vain to try to get close to me.

I thought I could be drunk, dream and die, but I don't even have the capital to live and dream.

After graduating from university, I started looking for a job. With my face, I found a seemingly easy job—a star.

I am not an acting major, so I can only start as a vase star.

Unexpectedly, I happened to sign with Jiang Lingyi's company, and after going around for a while, I returned to his side.

I feel like a clown.

Play a play that doesn't make sense.

Only one person in the audience watched seriously, while the others laughed loudly.

I'm the most useless of the bastards.

I have only one good card in my life.

Even death, I will drag him along.

I'm such a complete loser, I don't have a single sparkle, only Jiangling will, only Jiangling will.

No matter what kind of compensation, in front of Jiang Lingyi, it seems insignificant and not worth mentioning. I owe him a lot, like a usury snowball, and I move forward with a snow mountain on my back.

I stood in the living room and thought, If only someone could take my place.

Looking up, Jiang Lingyi led a child standing in the courtyard and smiled at me: "Yu Ming, this is my adopted son, Jiang Juncang."

In an instant, all memories fell apart.

very nice.