Self-salvation of a cheap substitute

Jiang's old house, far away from the urban area of ​​Pingcheng, is a German-style building left over from the last century. Wang Miao used to live here as Chu Jiachen's stand-in. After going around, he finally came back. This once brought him warmth. It also brought him humiliation. Wang Miao looked at the scenery outside the car window with an expressionless face.

The servants in the old house looked curiously at the incoming car. Ever since Master Chu Jiachen left here in anger, there has been no owner here, and Jiang Lin has never come back. They are the only old people who clean here, but today It's different, Jiang Lin called today and informed the old housekeeper Tuo Bo to lead the servants to meet the owner of the old house at the door.

The car stopped, Wang Miao opened the door, and there was a burst of exclamation among the servants, especially the hunchback. The sixtieth old man had tears in his eyes at this moment. He held Wang Miao's hand and shook it lightly, looking at the emaciated lady in front of him with hazy eyes. Wang Miao let the old man scrutinize him, and the young man was bathed in the sun, smiling as he did back then.

"Master, you are back, the old man misses you so much, the old man knows that you did not do those things, definitely not!" Tuo Bo held Wang Miao's hand tightly and said tremblingly.

"I'm back." Wang Miao smiled.

"Come on, go in and have a look, what you looked like before you left, and what you look like now, I didn't let anyone move!" Tuobo pulled Wang Miao and trotted in.

"Okay." Wang Miao let the little old man drag him away.

The furnishings in the room were actually arranged by Jiang Lin according to Chu Jiachen's liking. Wang Miao didn't like it very much, it could even be said that he hated it, but seeing that they were well protected, Wang Miao was still a little moved. The feeling of longing made Wang Miao's nose a little sour. Wang Miao brushed through every piece of furniture in the house, and his thoughts were filled with thoughts for a moment. Everything in the past unfolded before his eyes again. When I saw this magnificent castle, I thought I was in heaven. At that time, Tuo Bo taught me how to wear the cumbersome dresses, how to match small accessories, dining etiquette, and learn ballroom dancing with Wang Ma. One big and one small, either you stepped on me, or I stepped on you, making all the servants in the house laugh.

Thinking of this, Wang Miao turned around and gave Tuobo a hug. The young man closed his eyes and enjoyed the peace in his heart for a moment, but Tuobo was blushed by Wang Miao's actions, and he froze there for a long time before he raised his hand and patted like a father. On the boy's back, he said with relief: "It's good to be back."

"Well, I'm back." Wang Miao let out a long breath.

"Shouldn't you go when you come back this time?" Tuo Bo asked nervously.

"Not leaving for now." Wang Miao smiled.

"Okay, okay, let's not go, why should we go!" the little old man's voice became louder.

"It's all over, don't mention it." Wang Miao looked back and asked, "Where's Wang Ma?"

"Hey, she was chased away by Mr. Jiang's Wang Miao." Uncle Tuo sighed.

"Why?" Wang Miao frowned suddenly.

"Her eyesight has been bad these years. When Wang Miao came back last time, he recognized him as you and made him a bowl of your favorite noodles. Who knew that child lost his temper, said a lot of nasty things, and When it comes to Young Master Jiang Lin, I will drive her away if I say anything." Uncle Tuo shook his head.

"Hey—" Wang Miao sighed.

Wang Miao didn't speak anymore, the young man sat on the sofa and lit a cigarette and smoked silently. The hunchback looked at it, found an ashtray and put it in the young man's hand, and asked softly, "Why did you start smoking? Suck."

"After so many years, it's normal for me to change." Wang Miao smiled, closed his eyes and took another breath.

"The young master doesn't like to laugh anymore. These years, the young master has lived a very hard life." The tuo uncle said with a wry smile.

"It's all over." Wang Miao's disguise was almost shattered by a greeting.

"Yes, it's all over." Uncle Tuo also laughed.

"I'm going to sleep. I'm too tired recently. I don't need so many people here. Let's give them a vacation." Wang Miao smashed out the cigarette and raised his hand to stroke his hair.

Chu Jiachen's favorite elements are everywhere in the room. Wang Miao felt like a shameful thief who entered other people's territory. Wang Miao turned around in a circle, and opened the curtains as if thinking of something. There was a hand-painted plant in the corner. The bellflower, it has been faded for too long, Wang Miao slyly touched the tip of his nose like a child who did something wrong without being noticed, it was drawn by himself for a long time, to prove that he is not a trick of Chu Jiachen's substitute , looking at it now, the painting is poor and childish.

Wang Miao put down the curtains, went to the table and picked up the photo frame on the table. Inside were Jiang Lin and Chu Jiachen, neither of them had expressions. Maybe he was replaced by Jiang Lin after he left. It should be to express his love to Chu Jiachen. Wang Miao thought about it and put the photo frame on the table. If he guessed right, there is The light-colored pajamas that Chu Jiachen likes, Wang Miao glanced at the closet without opening it.

Wang Miao pushed open the window and lit a cigarette again. He couldn't tell what kind of flowers were growing in the yard in winter, but he guessed it was the rose that Chu Jiachen liked. Although he lived in this old house for a long time, except for the The bellflower in the eye-catching place has nothing to belong to him anymore, even those people still think that they are Chu Jiachen, Wang Miao smiled.

This is the additional transaction between Jiang Lin and him. The Jiang family knew the existence of Chu Jiachen, and the elders in the Jiang family were very unhappy. In order to prevent Chu Jiachen from being hurt, Wang Miao returned to the old house under the name of Chu Jiachen. , while Jiang Lin kept Chu Jiachen by his side as Wang Miao. In view of Fu Xizhou's high-profile show of love, no one would suspect that the secretary next to Jiang Lin would be the real Chu Jiachen. Li Daitao froze.

To put it simply, he is only there to beat the thunder for Chu Jiachen, but it doesn't matter, he is used to it, Wang Miao crushed the smoke, and slowly lay on the soft bed, he still has Fu Xizhou, everyone can recognize him , but he won't. Some people say that whether a person is really dead depends on whether there is anyone in this world who remembers that person's name. Before he met Fu Xizhou, he was already dead. Wang Miao really wanted to thank Fu Xizhou, thank you Fu Xizhou kept what was most important to him in this world - his name.

To be honest, Wang Miao doesn't know why Fu Xizhou's attitude towards him has changed so much. Maybe this is life, and novels need logic, but life doesn't need it. Love is love. Maybe it's a look, maybe it's a sentence, Maybe it was an inadvertent action, maybe it was a good mood, it takes so many reasons to like someone, Wang Miao lay on the bed and laid it out in big characters, thinking so.

Just like he used to hate Fu Xizhou, he felt that he was ignorant and playful, and that he would never like him no matter what, but when Fu Xizhou broke into his life, especially after he made a high-profile show of love for him, Wang Miaocai realized that he didn't hate him that much, and was even a little grateful to him. His birthday had always been Chu Jiachen's birthday. No one knew, and no one would be interested in knowing the real birthday of a double. Gradually, Wang Miao also I thought my birthday was actually on the same day as Chu Jiachen, but after watching the fireworks show, my cold heart started beating again and softened.

Wang Miao remembered that his name was Wang Miao, he remembered his birthday, and he remembered that he was not an accessory, but a living person. Maybe in Fu Xizhou's heart, it was just a rich boy playing with the atmosphere and playing romance. But Wang Miao still wants to thank him. Wang Miao feels like the little girl selling matches in fairy tales. The difference is that someone bought her matches before freezing to death in the wind and snow, and the little girl was able to return home. , to avoid death, maybe the little girl will continue to sell matches, maybe she will leave her family to go to a good one, maybe she will be submerged in the snow again after all, but at least someone gave her the hope of living that night , gave her the courage to choose another path.

Tired and tsunami rushed, they pressed on Wang Miao and rushed the young man away from the shore. Wang Miao no longer struggled, his shallow eyelids closed, and he fell into a long-lost dream instantly. In a trance, he saw his young self, Xiao Wang. Miao walked slowly behind the family of three, and little Wang Miao gradually stopped. He stared at the back of the woman in front of him with wide eyes, hoping that she would find that there was one person missing and could stop. It’s fine to turn around and reprimand them for walking too slowly, but no, there’s nothing, they go farther and farther, the only time they stop is to buy a cone for the child who is holding their hand, Xiao Wang Miao clenched his fists , lowered his head.

"What's the matter?" Wang Miao bit a lollipop, put on his hood, and squatted beside the boy.

"You don't have to worry about it." The little ghost's head looks like a little beast whose territory has been violated.

"They don't want you anymore." Wang Miao smiled lightly.

"Well, they just want to leave me behind." Xiao Wang Miao lowered his head, and occasionally raised his hand, probably to wipe away tears.

"Then you will fulfill their wish?" Wang Miao pinched his little ear.

"Hmm!" Little Wang Miao choked up, "I can live without them!"

"Then they will be really happy. You have to catch up and tell them that you are strong. This little thing won't break us at all." Wang Miao pressed the little Wang Miao's thin back, and pushed the little Wang Miao gently. go out.

"Yeah!" Xiao Wang Miao nodded, he wiped away his tears, and ran faster and faster with his short legs.

You ran so slowly, you were still caught up by me.Wang Miao heard that little self chasing after him, and shouted, he squatted on the spot, looked at the back of the little friend who was walking slowly against the setting sun, and burst out laughing, little Wang Miao turned around, he was also laughing, and then said to Wang Miao waved his hand, goodbye, little Wang Miao said silently.

Wang Miao stood up and still walked slowly. He had an extra guitar in his hand. The young man followed the crowd and left the playground and then stopped. There was a stop sign beside him. Wang Miao looked up at the route written on it. Then Wang Miao got on the dilapidated bus. The journey was very slow and the distance was long. When Wang Miao got off the bus, it was already late at night. When he entered, the smell of strong disinfectant water filled him. At the tip of his nose, Wang Miao lit a cigarette to dispel the smell, but fortunately no one came to stop him.

Wang Miao walked to the door of the familiar ward with ease. Wang Miao, who was wearing a hospital gown, was curled up on the bed and whimpering. Wang Miao was sitting on the side playing the strings. The young man met his eyes and was speechless for a moment.

"It's useless to cry." Wang Miao said jokingly, crushing out the cigarette.

"I, it just hurts too much." Wang Miao stopped talking.

"What's the matter, don't you want to be a hero?" Wang Miao leaned close to the hospital bed, pinching Wang Miao's nose.

"I remember you, you are the person in the playground, you haven't changed a bit in all these years." Wang Miao knocked off Wang Miao's hand.

"Isn't he handsome?" Wang Miao smiled.

"It's just a little prettier than me." Wang Miao muttered.

"It will hurt even more in the future, it's not okay to cry all the time." Wang Miao smiled and looked at the stack of documents on Wang Miao's bedside.

[The author has something to say: a little self-talk:

Fu Xizhou really likes Wang Miao, but also hates Wang Miao, because Wang Miao is not Chu Jiachen after all, no matter how similar he plays, he also has his own shining points hidden in it, which are completely different advantages from Chu Jiachen, completely different quality.

Similarly, he also hated Wang Miao, hated that Wang Miao had a face like Chu Jiachen but was self-deprecating, but the premise of all this was that Wang Miao was voluntary.

But when he heard Wang Miao's sleep talk for the first time, when he followed Wang Miao's sleep talk to investigate, he slowly and deeply understood Wang Miao, and touched the thin skin under Wang Miao's hard shell. Soul, so everything changed, this is indeed a coincidence, just like Zhao Kai is hiding under the brown bear, my intuition told me that it should be him, so I followed my heart, my intuition to record their stories , Fiction does need logic, but life does not. They are my old friends, and I am just a recorder. 】