Absurd marriage

"It's gastric mucosal rupture and bleeding caused by high blood pressure."

The doctor came out of the emergency room with this diagnosis.

Gu Yun asked in confusion: "When did he get high blood pressure?"

"That's not true." The doctor explained in detail: "When a person is in great distress or is out of breath, his blood pressure will rise suddenly, vomiting blood is considered mild, and some people die from anger on the spot."

"Ah, this..." Jiang Zheng began to reflect on whether what he said was too much, and he didn't want to be mad at Sheng Jisong.

"But don't worry too much, the situation has stabilized, and now the family members need to sign a consent form for hospitalization."

Before Gu Yun recovered from the doctor's words, when the pen fell on the paper, he subconsciously wrote three dots of water, and Yu Xiao reminded in time: "I signed it wrong."

Gu Yun took a closer look, and he actually signed the word "Jiang". Fortunately, "Zheng" had many strokes, so he made an indistinct scribble. He simply crossed out the "Jiang" and signed "Gu Yun". two words.

Sheng Jisong was transferred to the ward, Gu Yun showed his medical records to Yu Xiao, and asked him if he could use some better medicine, Yu Xiao said that this is the best hospital in Dayan, and the doctor who treated Sheng Jisong was also the leader here , the medicine prescribed is also the best, and does not require Gu's intervention.

Gu Yun just gave up, his clothes were still stained with blood, and his face was simply wiped with a wet towel, because he was in a hurry to send a certain broken tree to the hospital, so he made himself a little embarrassed.

Now that the situation is stable, he just wanted to go to the bathroom of the ward to tidy up. Unexpectedly, when he got up, he suddenly lost his strength and fell back on the chair heavily. Yu Xiao helped him in time, and asked anxiously if he needed any medicine.

Gu Yun rubbed his heart, knowing that it was just the stress caused by the gunshots. He shifted his gaze to the hospital bed, thinking that if this person could kill himself with a single shot, he would feel more balanced in his heart.

Yu Xiao handed him a sedative tablet for him to chew.

Gu Yun was afraid of suffering, so Gu Changlin spent half a year making his medicines specially sweetened, and many medicines he took daily were made into soft candies.

Chewable tablets are also sweet, and the secretion of dopamine makes Gu Yun gradually get rid of the fear of gunshots.

While he was taking a nap with his eyes closed, Yu Xiao received a call from Sheng Ling. Sheng Ling knew what happened today and was anxious to visit the hospital.

Gu Yun did not agree.

"He is still receiving psychological counseling. Let him come to see his brother half-dead. Do you think he has not been stimulated enough?"

Yu Xiao naturally understood this truth, and he was a little embarrassed: "I'm afraid he won't be at ease if he isn't allowed to come."

"Then come back tomorrow." Gu Yun sat up straight and recovered a lot from the dizziness: "Tell Lu Zhimo that I will stay in the hospital tonight."

"...what?"

"Ah what? If Sheng Jisong dies, wouldn't I want to be a widow in marriage? Why don't I care about his life after getting divorced?"

"..."

Yu Xiao thought to himself, there are doctors and nurses here, even if you don't take care of him personally, he wouldn't die!

Gu Yun said: "Go back and take good care of Sheng Ling. Since you can give such important information for him, you should cherish your fate."

"Master Gu...you don't blame me?"

Gu Yun chuckled, rolled up his bloody sleeves, and said coldly, "The game is getting more and more exciting, I don't have time to blame you."

"..."

Yu Xiao's back felt inexplicably cold.

"Stop Lu Zhimo by the way, don't let him come to the hospital. I'm afraid Sheng Jisong will be really mad."

"...Okay, I, I'll do it."

Yu Xiao put oil on the soles of his feet and slipped away.

It was almost evening, and the setting sun sprinkled a handful of gold leaf on the world.Gu Yun changed into clean clothes, and the smell of blood on his body was also replaced by a fruit-flavored shower gel. He moved a chair and sat by the bed.

At first, he leaned his back on the back of the chair, crossed his arms, and observed a certain sick tree from a distance. Later, he found that no one seemed to appreciate his performance, so he moved his butt to the bed, He took a cotton swab soaked in water and moistened someone's slightly chapped lips.

Jiang Zheng hadn't looked at this man seriously for a long time.

In his impression, Sheng Jisong's bones are regular, his nose is straight and his lips are thin, his eyebrows are heroic, his eyes are bright and energetic, and there is always a domineering aura of infinite energy and no one else.

It shouldn't be so sickly and pale in front of my eyes.

He was suddenly dazzled by the white hair on the man's temples, and when he looked closely, it turned out to be two white hairs.

When he was tied up in the sea to dismantle the bomb, Jiang Zheng noticed the whiteness. At that time, these few silver threads were not so conspicuous. You have to look closely to find them, and you can easily count how many there are. Now, it is already There are a large handful of them, as conspicuous as a dandelion pinched by each ear.

Sheng Jisong is not yet 30 years old, how can he have so many gray hairs?

Jiang Zheng touched these two "dandelions", and the words "one night white head" suddenly popped up in his heart.

"Is it because you know Jiang Zheng is really dead that you have gray hair?"

His voice was very small, more like talking to himself: "Why don't you recognize me?"

Sheng Jisong suddenly grabbed his hand, and Gu Yun's back froze, and he had already typed out his denial in an instant, but before the other party opened his eyes, he heard a weak whisper: "Xiao Zheng...".

"..."

Gu Yun lay on his heart, listened to the familiar heartbeat, and responded compassionately: "I am here...I have always been here."

Sheng Jisong had a dream.

In the dream, he seemed to be wrapped in a huge bubble, and the world he saw through the bubble had a sense of dreaminess refracted by sunlight.

He first went back to Day South, and looked at Jiang Zheng in the photo in front of the tombstone. He was ignorant and didn't understand the situation, and he didn't feel sad. He seemed to know that this was a dream, and Xiao Zheng's death was just a nightmare. He ignored it. Tombstone, turned around and fled from this cemetery, it seemed that staying a moment longer would be a curse to Jiang Zheng,

As he fled, he called Jiang Zheng's name.The voice seemed to echo infinitely in the bubble, and Sheng Jisong was afraid that the voice would not be transmitted, so he shouted louder and harder, until his voice became hoarse, and he heard a reply from behind: "I am here."

He turned around abruptly, and Jiang Zheng was one meter away from him. He stood in the sun and replied with a smile, "I'm always here."

Sheng Jisong ran towards him, stumbled, and even fell halfway. Although the distance was only one meter, he seemed to have run a man's 1000 meters. When he really arrived in front of Jiang Zheng, he was already a little embarrassed.

Jiang Zheng raised his hand and took off the two dandelions stuck to his ears. He blew the dandelions away against the wind.

Sheng Jisong opened his arms to hug him, although he was right in front of his eyes, but he was still in vain.

Jiang Zheng threw away the bald rhizome of the dandelion.He took the initiative to hold Sheng Jisong's hand, and led him to run into the sunshine. The surrounding area changed from barrenness to prosperity, and a villa rose from the ground. Sheng Jisong recognized that this was his home.

It is the house where Xiaozheng is.

Only when Jiang Zheng lived at home, the flowers on the balcony of the master bedroom on the second floor would bloom so vividly.

Jiang Zheng briskly sat on the swing, holding the two newly replaced thick ropes, propped his feet, and swayed gently, he looked at Sheng Jisong, and asked with a smile: "You push me, okay? "

"it is good."

Sheng Jisong ran behind the swing, and while pushing Jiang Zheng to a suitable height, he said, "You saw this swing when you went to Ji's house last time, and I promised to give you a better one. Look, I didn't Break your promise, Xiao Zheng, do you like it?"

"I like it very much." Jiang Zheng said: "The rope is replaced with a new one, and it is more comfortable to sit on."

"It's more than that." Sheng Jisong pulled Jiang Zheng to the second floor of the villa, opened the door, and the expensive piano appeared in front of the two of them. Jiang Zheng stepped forward to touch the keys, and the music sounded. Sheng Jisong felt very familiar , he asked curiously: "What song is this?"

"I played blindly." Jiang Zheng waved his bony hands, his voice was playful and high-spirited amidst the ever-changing rhythm of the piano, he seemed to be showing off his little cleverness: "I can't remember the score, during the exam, I Just play blindly, play wherever you want, and make up the time!"

Sheng Jisong praised from the bottom of his heart: "It's also very nice."

Jiang Zheng paused, and poked the tip of his nose angrily: "You didn't say that before, you said I dirty the piano."

"I didn't, how could I..."

"I don't care about you, you come with me."

Jiang Zheng interrupted Sheng Jisong's thoughts, Sheng Jisong didn't wait to think about it, his hand was pulled suddenly, his body fell briefly, and in the blink of an eye, he returned to the garden again.

Jiang Zheng had an extra camera in Sheng Jisong's opinion that was of an old style.

"I want to see me from your perspective."

"This is the shutter, take a picture for me. Shen Le always asks me for a picture, saying that he wants to show it at the wedding, so you take a picture for me. OK?"

When Sheng Jisong took the camera, he was inexplicably resistant, but Jiang Zheng looked at him expectantly, how could he refuse?

"You hold my hand."

Jiang Zheng was wearing an engagement ring on the hand he handed over.

Diamonds sparkle.

Sheng Jisong managed to find a photo that would not be overexposed. He pressed the shutter, and the camera quickly displayed the photo. Jiang Zheng was in the camera, smiling brightly and movingly. Those watery peach blossom eyes were always looking at him gently. Sheng Jisong.

"Let me tell you, there are many photos of us together in this camera, and when I collect a hundred of them, I will send them to Shen Le. He always said that he would be the master of ceremonies for our wedding, and he would also make a wedding PPT himself. , I saw that template, it's too rustic! Big red and big purple, I can't believe that this is the aesthetic of the most outstanding musician in Nanan!"

Sheng Jisong stared at this photo and suddenly felt familiar. He accidentally covered the hand with the wedding ring with his thumb. In the missing corner of the photo, Jiang Zheng's smile was still beautiful, but suddenly lost its vitality.

How familiar.

Where has he seen this picture?

Where is it?

It's on the tombstone at the beginning of the dream.

He thought Jiang Zheng was looking at the world tenderly, but what he was really looking at was Sheng Jisong.

With a shake of his hand, the camera hit the grass, Jiang Zheng knelt down to pick it up, Sheng Jisong grabbed his arm to prevent him from touching it, he wanted to take him away, but Jiang Zheng kept bending over.

Before the camera landed, it spun a few times in the air, the frozen picture moved, and the surrounding environment also twisted and twisted, suddenly turning into a dimly lit interrogation room.

Jiang Zheng was bent over, with his head lowered, and was chained to the torture chair. A white beam of light hit his emaciated back straight.

Three years later, Sheng Jisong was blocked in the bubble. He couldn't get close to Jiang Zheng and became a silent bystander. The person sitting opposite the interrogation chair was Sheng Jisong three years ago. Thousands of important data in Q University's enemy records, and asked Jiang Zheng: "Do you know that your father is spying for Yebei, such a university professor, who has been in ambush for ten years in Q University. In these ten years, he has come into contact with The topics he received were all alliance secrets, and all the data was copied and transmitted to Yebei's special situation department! Jiang Zheng, do you know about it? Did you participate?"

Jiang Zheng didn't make a sound, he kept his head down.

Sheng Jisong walked up to him and lifted his collar.

In the darkness, another eye stared at them.

"Your DNA doesn't match Jiang Yuan's. You are not biological father and son, and you are not related by blood. If you say that you don't know, I will take you away."

His voice was very low, Jiang Zheng raised his eyes slowly, and looked at him watery: "Are you really willing to believe me?"

"I believe you."

Lights off.

The surroundings fell silent, and Sheng Jisong, three years later, noticed that the scene had turned back to the bedroom.

Jiang Zheng fell asleep on the bed in front of him, the bedroom light was off, he tried to get closer to take a closer look, suddenly there was a movement downstairs, Jiang Zheng woke up, he got off the bed with bare feet, walked out of the dark bedroom, just arrived at a Lou, I heard an angry reprimand: "What happened to Sheng Ling! I sent so many people to follow, and now you tell me that he is missing? If there is something wrong with him, you will be buried with him one by one!"

Qi Bo bumped into Jiang Zheng and hurriedly made a silent gesture to him.

It wasn't until the housekeeper disappeared that Jiang Zheng walked to the door of the study. He had already scolded two groups of people away. This time, only one subordinate in uniform could be seen through the gap in the door.

"If Jiang Zheng hadn't impulsively killed Zhao Bailu, Ouyang Hong wouldn't have seized on this point to make trouble, Sheng Ling wouldn't have been sent to Yebei as an undercover agent, and he wouldn't have been in such danger today!!"

The subordinate said: "But he is your fiancée."

"........."

Jiang Zheng didn't wait for Sheng Jisong's response, but only waited for the sound of the vase shattering.