After the divorce, Slag Gong shut him down

August 8, 11:6 am.

The toast popped out with a ding from the bread machine, and Jiang Ran placed it on a plate, spread the freshly fried poached eggs and sausages on top, squeezed some salad dressing on it, and then put it directly on the island Qian took it and gnawed it, while swallowing, he nodded with satisfaction.

He was filling his cheeks full when the door of the guest room was pushed open. Qiao Wenkang walked out sleepily scratching his neck and complained, "Why did you wake up so early?"

Talking and looking at the plate in front of Jiang Ran, he showed a silly smile: "You even prepared breakfast for me? You are so virtuous."

"I'll just think you're talking in your sleep." Jiang Ran was determined not to bother with his stupid nephew, and brought the remaining plate of toast and yogurt to the dining table: "Go wash up first, and then have breakfast."

"Of order!" Qiao Wenkang stood at attention and saluted, then rushed to the bathroom in a state of overexcitement, and after a while a voice came from inside: "Is there no extra toothbrush? Then I—" "Is there any toothbrush under the sink cabinet?" Unpacked!" Jiang Ran replied helplessly.

There was the sound of unpacking in the bathroom, followed by the sound of receiving water for washing. Jiang Ran was feeling clean for a while. Qiao Wenkang poked his head out of the bathroom again, with a toothbrush in his mouth and said with a smile: "I think We’re kind of like an old married couple.”

"Really?" Jiang Ran said indifferently: "Then you imagine marriage too beautifully, there will be no partner who is so tolerant to you in the world, so the two of us are actually more like a single mother and his rebellious idiot. son."

Qiao Wenkang: "..."

A certain stupid son was visibly depressed. He wasn't very interested until he ate the breakfast Jiang Ran made himself. When he saw Jiang Ran pick up the key, he asked pitifully, "Where are you going?"

"I'll buy you clothes, what's the matter with Lao Lai here?" Jiang Ran raised his eyebrows and said, "Don't you Lian Feng have a competition tomorrow?"

In fact, based on Qiao Wenkang's virtue of not being able to hold two taels of sesame oil, Jiang Ran seriously suspected that he would not be able to hold back and post today's deeds on the Internet to show off, so if he loses the game, Lianfeng's fans will question him It would be bad to drug Qiao Wenkang.

"You still pay attention to me." Who would have thought that Qiao Wenkang would be flattered when he heard this.

Jiang Ran was speechless about his self-comforting spiritual victory method, especially seeing that Qiao Wenkang took out his mobile phone to take a few pictures with the simple breakfast on the table as he expected, and he even wanted to caress the other's dog's head lovingly.

"Hurry up and eat!" Jiang Ran sighed, packed up and went out.

After going downstairs, the community was very empty in the early morning. Jiang Ran walked down the steps and saw a cardboard box on the side of the lawn that looked like a large home appliance. Out of the corner of the eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the box moving.

"...?" Jiang Ran paused and stared at the cardboard box hesitantly for a while. After a while, he saw that the box shook again, and he could hear the faint sound of heavy breathing coming from it.

Did someone abandon some injured pet in there?Jiang Ran was curious, judging by the size of the box, it might be a large dog, maybe a golden retriever?

He tentatively approached, and when he put his palm on the edge of the box, a few sparrows passed over his head, and the shadow they cast also flashed across the cardboard box, Jiang Ran's heart suddenly jumped wildly for some reason.

——From the shadows and the faint sweet smell coming out of the gap, he has already noticed that the scene inside may not be very good.

"..." Just as he was hesitating, the cardboard box suddenly vibrated restlessly, as if something inside was turning over. Seeing this, Jiang Ran hurriedly took a few steps back, and saw that after several tossings, the cardboard box was finally unbearable Flipping over sideways.

A crouched man's body leaked out of it, judging from his still undulating back, he should still be alive.

Under the sweat-soaked shirt of the other party, the muscular lines faintly revealed were fierce and fierce, as if there were traces of training. It was hard to imagine that he was a slovenly homeless man living in a cardboard box. Thinking about this layer, he appeared in the The reason here is intriguing, and it is even frightening to think about it carefully.

In short, the strong sense of impact made Jiang Ran a little confused, and it took him a long time to remember to step forward and ask: "...Are you okay?"

He hesitated to approach, seeing that the man didn't respond, he had no choice but to squat down, put his hands on his shoulders, and tried to turn him over.

In fact, Jiang Ran's heart suddenly trembled when he touched the wet and sticky hands, and when his eyes touched the man's face, any thoughts in his mind disappeared without a trace in an instant.

——It was Zhou Fushen.

Unspeakable panic occupied Jiang Ran's mind, making him unable to think, and even made him feel that he might be hallucinating.

The person in front of him was indeed Zhou Fushen, but the disheveled and unmanaged hair, the ill-fitting shirt, and the muddy smell mixed with blood and sweat...all were quite different from the Zhou Fushen he knew.

In Jiang Ran's imagination, even if he is sent to a mental hospital, the greatest pain Zhou Fushen can suffer is that he cannot move freely.

He was in shock and couldn't extricate himself, Zhou Fushen suddenly opened his eyelashes dripping with sweat with difficulty, his reflection gradually appeared in the dark and lifeless eyes, and then suddenly burst into brilliance, he raised his hand and said to him: "burn!" Ran... I finally... finally waited for you..."

Jiang Ran's pupils dilated instantly, out of a subconscious reaction, he flinched back suddenly, and said sharply: "Don't come over!"

This scolding made Zhou Fushen's originally chaotic consciousness clearer. He seemed to have never expected that Jiang Ran's resistance would be so fierce, and he suddenly showed his expression: "I won't do anything anymore...don't be afraid of me...Ran Ran, I just, I just want to see you again, just today, because—" Before he finished speaking, Jiang Ran interrupted in disbelief: "Zhou Fushen! You're crazy! How did you escape? Why are you still pestering me? When!? How many times do I need to tell you? I don't want to see you again in my life!"

As he spoke, he took out his mobile phone and pressed a few numbers with trembling fingers.

"Don't..." Zhou Fushen knew that he was going to call the police, and he struggled to stand up, but the wound ruptured during the movement, blood gushed out violently, and he fell back to the ground at the same time.

"You..." Jiang Ran's eyes widened, and only then did he notice the large stained red blood oozing from his shoulder.

This is no longer a matter of indifference, and no one who has lost his humanity will not sit idly by when he sees this scene.

He immediately untied the plaid shirt around his waist and tied it around Zhou Fushen's shoulders, trying to stop the bleeding, while saying, "I'll take you to the hospital."

"No——" Zhou Fushen grabbed him, and said with difficulty: "I can't...I can't go, Ran Ran...I escaped from a mental hospital. There……"

His hoarse voice was extremely mournful, but Jiang Ran felt anxious. Looking around where people might appear at any time, he gritted his teeth and said, "You should have stayed there! Besides, if you don't go to the hospital with this injury, do you have to wait?" Bleeding out?"

Even though he had long expected Jiang Ran's possible bad reaction, Zhou Fushen's heart was still severely ravaged, and his Adam's apple twitched: "I would rather bleed dry than go back there...Ran Ran , you don’t even know what kind of life I lived in the mental hospital, where I was like a beast without dignity, every day, dozens of medicines were poured into my stomach, but I couldn’t resist... Otherwise you will be tied to the bed forcibly, but you know I can't bear it... burning so once I broke the rope with my teeth and ran out, I bumped around with blood in my mouth... just want to see you again , but they found me... injected me with medicine..."

He said with a wry smile: "Ran Ran, do you know what it's like to feel numb in your hands and feet, restless, and feel like your whole body has been peeled off and placed in the sun? That medicine made me like that..."

Jiang Ran stared at him dumbfounded. What Zhou Fushen described had too much impact on him. He admitted that he proposed sending Zhou Fushen to a mental hospital to make him suffer, but he never thought that Zhou Fushen would suffer. These.After all, his mother had to take drugs because of suffering from depression, so Jiang Ran knew the damage caused by psychotropic drugs to the human body. When the side effects of those drugs are severe, even incontinence is common.

So this is where the will is really damaged. You feel that your body is getting worse, but you have to rely on this thing——Jiang Ran's mother finally chose to jump down, which is not unrelated to this suffering.

But Zhou Fushen's situation was different. Jiang Ran knew that he had no pathological problems, so why would the doctor give him random medicines?He found it hard to believe subconsciously, and said, "This...how is this possible?"

"I also hope that it's all fake... If I can, I also hope to be Zhou Fushen who is always glamorous and decent in Ran Ran's eyes, but—" Zhou Fushen rolled up his sleeves, revealing the scars on his wrists where the hemp rope was worn out, and the densely packed scars on his arms. cuts and bruises.

Jiang Ran suffocated suddenly, grabbed his arm unconsciously, stared at the shocking marks, and said, "How could that be!? Where's your father? Zhou Chengye agrees with them treating you like this!?"

Zhou Fu fell silent, and said for a while, "He won't care about me anymore..."

"My God..." Although Zhou Fushen didn't finish his sentence, Jiang Ran suddenly understood something as if he understood something, and murmured in a low voice, and he continued: "Could you, you shouldn't be...don't Tell me—" Zhou Fushen nodded, and said with a sad smile: "So even if Ran Ran is willing to forgive me, it's useless, as long as he knows that I ran out, he will definitely send me back."

Of course, Jiang Ran knew what the subtext behind his words was, but he didn't know how to respond. First of all, Zhou Fushen's appearance must not be ignored, but whether it was sending him to a hospital or a hotel, it didn't matter. Even Zhou Chengye was blocked.

For a moment, Zhou Fushen really seemed to have nowhere to go.

When he was struggling, Zhou Fushen raised his head, and said with a calm and pleading gaze: "Take me in... Ran Ran, please, I won't do anything to trouble you anymore, just treat it like you picked up a dog and go back ,OK?"

These words suddenly awakened Jiang Ran's memory five years ago. The blood-stained body in front of his eyes overlapped with the man who was able to do a job in front of the hotel room at that time - obviously both made his heart fluctuate, but the impression it gave him was already clear. on the contrary.

Jiang Ran couldn't help but think, why did that high-spirited and charming man fall to this point?Why did such a beautiful and shocking throbbing cause the current result?As a result, both of them were exhausted and bruised?

...Maybe it would be better if they never loved each other.

He wriggled his lower lip, and was about to say something, but Zhou Fushen had already fallen down. Jiang Ran was so startled that he hurried forward to support him, and Zhou Fushen just leaned on him, his tall and straight body bent, and buried his head in the The nook of his neck, and even his palms were clasped tightly around his waist, and he sighed indistinctly in his ear: "Zan Ran..."

"You fucking..." Jiang Ran cursed, but his hands and feet were so confused that he didn't know what to do. He saw someone in the community walking towards this from a distance, so he quickly supported Zhou Fushen and dragged him into the unit door.

"Can you do it? How about I send you to the hospital..." Jiang Ran frowned as he saw him lying on his shoulders like a boneless one.

"No...don't." Zhou Fushen said softly, spraying hot breath on the back of Jiang Ran's neck: "Actually, it's just a small injury... When I jumped over the wall to escape, I fell on the ground and got stuck in it... ...the emergency treatment has been done, just let me... let me rest for a while..."

Hearing his description, Jiang Ran felt a throbbing pain in his shoulders, and at the same time gave up the idea of ​​pushing Zhou Fushen away, because the heat from Zhou Fushen's forehead was also transferred to him when his skin touched.

It's better to take him home as soon as possible, not to mention what news will be caused if the neighbors see it, but Zhou Fushen's current situation also makes him worry that if he doesn't treat the wound, he will die.

But thinking of Qiao Wenkang at home, Jiang Ran felt awkward again, gritted his teeth for a while, and made a decision - forget it, Zhou Fushen looks so weak now, it is probably impossible for him to have the strength to go crazy again.

But even if he thought so, he still sent a few WeChat messages, telling Qiao Wenkang to hide in the guest room immediately, and not to come out no matter what he heard later, otherwise he would never have his nephew again.

After getting Qiao Wenkang's reluctant reply, Jiang Ran dragged Zhou Fushen who was stuck to him to the elevator room and pressed the floor.

At the door of the house, Zhou Fushen seemed to be more conscious. Seeing this, Jiang Ran secretly prayed that Qiao Wenkang would be obedient, and then took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

A silence.

He relaxed his tense nerves, put Zhou Fushen on the sofa with resistance and tugging, then ran to the bathroom to fetch a basin of water, took out a pair of scissors from the tool box, and then returned to the living room.

"Zhou Fushen?"

Seeing that the man lying on the sofa was silent, he asked a question in an extremely soft and trembling voice.

Zhou Fu closed his eyes deeply, and slowly moved his pale lips when he heard the sound, and said like a raving: "I'm still alive... until I get forgiven by Ran Ran, even if I have only one tendon attached to my head, I will live on here. The world..."

"Don't tell me this." Jiang Ran squatted on the carpet and unbuttoned his shirt, took off the shirt for him, then picked up the scissors and carefully cut off the fabric stuck to the wound, and then slowly unbuttoned the shirt The rest of it is all peeled off: "I don't want to know how perverted you are."

Along with his movements, a lot of blood oozes from the wound on Zhou Fushen's shoulder.

"...I just want to be the kind of man you like." Zhou Fu lowered his eyes and stared at him carefully, like looking at a lost and found treasure.

Suddenly there was a light sound from the guest room, Zhou Fushen raised his body as if he felt it, Jiang Ran immediately pushed him back on the sofa, and warned: "Don't move around!" In fact, he was already nervous about throwing up from the current situation .

But he still pretended to be calm and took out the iodine from the home medicine box, and began to treat Zhou Fushen's wound.

The pungent potion smeared on the wound instantly caused severe pain, but the comfort in Zhou Fushen's heart at this moment was indescribable. He looked at Jiang Ran with all his eyes on him tenderly, and said: "This wound may It takes two stitches to do it..."

"What?" Jiang Ran frowned: "You don't want me to sew, do you?"

"Just use sterilized needles and threads. I don't need any techniques. I'm not afraid of leaving scars." Zhou Fushen said: "What's more, the one left on me by Ran Ran, I will treat it as a gift and treasure it for the rest of my life... because I know this may be the last trace left on me by Ran Ran."

Jiang Ran opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, in the end he could only dig out the needle and thread from the medicine box, sterilize it with alcohol, and then bake it with a lighter.

Regardless of whether it is useful or not, in short, he has made enough preparations, and seeing that he can't delay any longer, Jiang Ran picked up the needle and thread and measured it on his shoulder, and reminded: "I'm going to do it..."

"Ah."

Withdrawing his eyes and looking at the ceiling, the pain of sharp needles piercing his flesh came one after another, but Zhou Fushen's reaction was unexpectedly calm and numb, only the sweat dripping from his forehead showed that he was enduring.

Jiang Ran was also very nervous, but Zhou Fushen also said at this time: "It hurts, but as long as I think that this pain is added to me by Ran Ran, I will feel very excited."

"Are you sick?" Jiang Ran cursed, enduring the blunt feeling of the needle piercing through the skin.

"I'm telling the truth." Zhou Fushen continued: "When we were together before, I always felt that the burning love was so illusory that it scared me, so at least there was such a strong feeling at the end that I could remember... I very happy."

"What are you farting?" Jiang Ran was already extremely anxious about the work under his hands, and he became even more irritable when he heard the words: "When we were together before, it was not you who kept changing faces like changing the sky? When did I not tolerate you in every possible way?" , After coaxing and serving? How can you be dissatisfied with this?"

Zhou Fushen's lips trembled slightly because of the pain, but he still smiled and said, "I also have moments of tolerance and burning."

"What are you tolerant of me?" Jiang Ran stared: "Why don't you tell me?"

Zhou Fushen hardly thought about it: "...you always like to put salad dressing in everything when you eat."

"What do you care about me?" Jiang Qi smiled: "I didn't add more to your bowl!"

"But you will have a sore throat if you eat too much sweet." Zhou Fushen said slowly: "You said you were willing to bear the price of sweetness and told me to leave you alone, but in fact you are very hypocritical. You can't bear it, so every time you have a sore throat, you will be very irritable, and you will find fault as long as you see me in your sight."

"That's because you are annoying." Jiang Ran said impatiently.

"Also, every time I tell you about something when I watch a movie, you will pretend to be novel and praise me, but in fact you don't think so."

Jiang Ran had no expression on his face: "Even Party A, who spends money to get good reviews, doesn't require the other party to be the same. Are you a bit too much?"

"You obviously hate the group of people around me, but you never tell me. This is true of many things. I have been waiting for you to tell me, but you never tell me." The words were similar to those when we met in the court that day, but they were different. Again hysterical rage.

Jiang Ran put the second needle in, and lowered his head not to look at him: "That's it, I—" "You never said the words 'I love you' to me."

With a flick of his wrist, the needle almost penetrated deep into the flesh, but Zhou Fushen didn't even frown.

"So I don't dare to admit it... Behind the seemingly harmonious life of our life is that I love you to the point of madness, but you may not love me that much, so I try my best to prove that I want to You know, and made me believe... that you love me far more than I can imagine."

The last stitch passed through and the wound was completely closed. Jiang Ran tied a knot and cut the thread, but he didn't look at him, but still lowered his head and said: "You are a bastard."

Zhou Fu's eyes were reddened: "I am indeed, but I still want to be the one you love, just like in the beginning..."

Little by little, Jiang Ran raised his head to look at him, his slightly vibrating pupils seemed to contain something, which could make all the men who touched it enchanted.

"Burning..."

The atmosphere seemed to be pushed to the top in an instant, and something was about to happen between the two of them, but at this moment, there was a loud noise from the guest room, and Jiang Ran suddenly stood up.

Something also changed in Zhou Fu's deep eyes: "Is anyone here?"

"No, no...Maybe I didn't put things in place..." Just halfway through speaking, Jiang Ran was racking his brains to speak in a more natural tone, when Zhou Fushen forced himself to sit up from the sofa.

"What are you going to do?" Jiang Ran was startled, and just wanted to hold him down, but now Zhou Fushen's actions were completely unrestrained by him like a healthy person, turning over the back of the sofa with one hand, Zhou Fushen walked straight to the guest room.

Pushing open the door suddenly, Jiang Ran almost stopped breathing behind him, but to his surprise and luck, the light in the room was dim, but there was no one there.

Although he wondered where Qiao Wenkang was hiding, at least a bloody incident was avoided. Jiang Ran breathed a sigh of relief, and stepped forward to him and said angrily, "Have you had enough trouble?"

"I'm sorry... Ran Ran." Zhou Fushen returned to his guilty face in an instant, and said to him, "I'm too sensitive..."

Talking about exiting the guest room, Jiang Ran was exhausted both physically and mentally by the surprise, and just wanted to end it all quickly, so he said: "Forget it, you have something to eat first, and then go to my room to sleep for a while."

Zhou Fushen's expression eased, revealing the color of nostalgia: "Would you like to make it for me yourself?"

"Mmm...mm." Jiang Ran hurriedly took Zhou Fushen away, and responded vaguely, but when he came to the restaurant, Zhou Fushen caught a glimpse of the remaining bowls and chopsticks on the table, and suddenly paused, looking thoughtful look.

Jiang Ran was startled, and before he could think of any reason, this expression happened to fall into Zhou Fushen's eyes again, so when the time came, it was too late to stop him, Zhou Fushen turned around and rushed to the guest room again - this time he simply walked directly to the balcony, The heavy curtains were pulled open abruptly.

The two men met so unexpectedly.

On the reclining chair, Qiao Wenkang was wearing the panda pajamas that belonged to him, leaning on it with his legs crossed.

——Even when facing Zhou Fushen's terrifying expression, which was almost tearing his eyes open, he didn't flinch at all.

"It's you." Zhou Fu's deep Adam's apple trembled uncontrollably, stunned, jealous, and unbelievable alternated back and forth on his face, and he had just rushed in with momentum, judging from the current situation, people who feel ashamed are even more ashamed. Like him.

Probably because he knew that if he rushed out the door, he would not only look like a pitiful and ridiculous loser, but also there would be no room for maneuver, so Zhou Fushen gave up his pride and gritted his teeth to stay, as if being nailed to the gallows , with an undisguised strong hostility, said word by word: "I know you."

In the sight of him wanting to choose someone, Qiao Wenkang shrugged indifferently and said, "Should I say 'surprise'?"

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