After the Stand-in Shou Faked His Death

Kiki insisted on waiting for the other person to get out of the car.

But it waited by the car door for a long, long time, but it still didn't wait for that person to appear, so it became a little confused.

Qiqi got up, walked around the car, and yelled at the car from time to time, but no one paid any attention to it.

He Yang withdrew his gaze, turned around and returned to the villa.

He Yang came to the rest room and saw the middle-aged man in the wheelchair.

The middle-aged man had a vicissitudes on his face, sitting alone by the window, looking out of the house.

Hearing footsteps, the middle-aged man turned his head and said in a low voice, "Where's Ah Ruan?"

"The weather is fine today, Ah Ruan should go out to take pictures..." The middle-aged man was still immersed in memories, and said, "Ah Ruan said that you would not laugh every time you took a photo, but you still—"

He Yang interrupted: "She is dead."

"Dead?" The middle-aged man was stunned, and it took a long time before he realized, and murmured: "Yes, Ah Ruan has been gone for seven years..."

"After she's gone, you don't like taking pictures anymore..."

The memory in the middle-aged man's mind was still a bit chaotic, he sorted out the memory in his mind little by little, and asked again: "Where is the child you brought back last time?"

"Didn't he come with you?"

He Yang came over, stood beside the wheelchair, looked out the window, and replied: "He died in a car accident."

"Dead too?" The middle-aged man was surprised, "They're all dead..."

When He Yang came out of the rest room, he met the old housekeeper in the corridor.

The old butler came over and asked, "Young Master He, do you want to hold a funeral for Mr. Xu?"

The butler had just called Jiang Lin to confirm the news that Xu Chengyan had died, and Mr. Xu hadn't held a funeral yet.

And Mr. Xu was the first person Young Master He brought back to the old house. Although he was dead, there were still some things that should be done.

"Mr. Xu has no parents. If Young Master He is willing, he can be buried at the He family's side."

But when the man heard it, he just said coldly, "It's all dead."

"Don't mention him." He Yang's voice was indifferent.

The housekeeper hesitated to speak, but nodded obediently, and stopped mentioning Mr. Xu's matter.

He Yang turned back to the bedroom, sat alone on the balcony, and took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

There were a lot of potted plants on the balcony, all brought back by Xu Chengyan and the housekeeper.

I don't know what species they grow, but several potted plants have white flowers with a strong fragrance.

He Yang narrowed his eyes, looking at the garden in the yard, a little distracted.

The smoke is winding around the fingertips, and the cigarette butt is getting shorter and shorter.

It wasn't until the cigarette butt burned his fingers that He Yang realized that he extinguished the cigarette butt in the ashtray.

Then, relight another cigarette.

He Yang was on the balcony, watching the sky outside gradually darken until it was pitch black outside.

The ashtray was full of cigarette butts, He Yang half leaned on the recliner, closed his eyes, and seemed to have fallen asleep.

Until the slight sound of footsteps came from the corridor, breaking the calm.

Qiqi was slowly wandering outside, with a toy Frisbee in his mouth, and moved to the bedroom.

The door was not closed tightly, Kiki opened the door with his head and squeezed in.

There was no light in the bedroom, and it was pitch black, with only a little light on the balcony.

Qiqi turned around in the bedroom, but couldn't find the person he wanted, so he had to go to the balcony, came to the man, lowered his head, and put the Frisbee on the ground.

"Wow!" Qiqi arched the man's leg with his head, wanting him to play with him.

He Yang said calmly, "Go find someone else."

"Oh!" Kiki wagged his tail, as if he understood, he turned around and ran out again.

But not long after, Kiki came in with another toy in his mouth.

This time Qiqi was holding a colorful fur ball in his mouth. He put the fur ball at the man's feet, and arched the man's hanging hand with his furry head.

He Yang withdrew his hand and ignored the big dog.

And Kiki is very energetic, even if the man ignores him, he still keeps harassing the man, running in and out of the room, bringing many toys in his mouth.

Pet toys were piled all over the floor, He Yang looked down——

They were all toys bought by Xu Chengyan.

However, these toys looked tattered, and several puppet toys had been bitten through, exposing the cotton wool inside.

Qiqi likes Xu Chengyan very much, and even likes the things Xu Chengyan brought back, biting and playing casually.

Sometimes the toys that Xu Chengyan brought back on the first day were already bitten by Qiqi when he went to see them the next morning, so he had to buy new ones for Qiqi.

In the end, Qiqi had saved up a lot of toys bought by Xu Chengyan, and none of them were intact.

He Yang picked up a teddy bear doll from the ground, and saw that one of the doll's eyes had already been bitten off by a big dog.

"Aw!" Qiqi yelled at He Yang, and ran out again.

In the corridor, the butler noticed the movement on Kiki's side, so he came over.

The housekeeper turned on the light in the corridor, stood outside the bedroom door, noticed the figure on the balcony of the room, and called out: "Young Master He."

He Yang looked over and said, "Clean the balcony tomorrow, and throw away all the rubbish."

"Okay." The housekeeper nodded, came to the balcony and looked at the ground, only to realize that the "garbage" He Yang mentioned refers to Kiki's toys.

The housekeeper also recognized that these toys were bought by Xu Chengyan, so he said, "This should be Mr. Xu—"

He Yang: "Don't mention the dead."

The butler fell silent and stopped talking.

"The trash is thrown away."

The butler said tactfully, "But Qiqi likes..."

He Yang looked at the pile of broken toys on the ground, looked away indifferently, and said casually, "Then buy it again."

The butler had no choice but to answer first.

It's just that before leaving, the butler stopped at the door of the room, turned his head, and asked, "Young Master He, are you... all right?"

"En." He Yang's voice was still the same as usual.

The butler didn't say anything more, just closed the door, turned around and went downstairs.

While going downstairs, the housekeeper suddenly remembered that when Mrs. He passed away seven years ago, the young master was as indifferent as he is now, even a little indifferent——

It was as if the dead person was just a stranger.

At that time, because of his wife's sudden death, Mr. He was sent to the hospital with excessive grief, and everyone was busy taking care of Mr. He.

Only the young master was left alone in the old house, flipping through the photo album left by Mrs. He over and over again.

Then, throw away all the cameras in the house.

He Yang stayed in the old house for one night, and returned to the apartment the next day.

It started to rain again outside, He Yang listened to the sound of the rain, went back to the bedroom and fell asleep.

Until he was half asleep and half awake, He Yang was disturbed by the noise from the living room and woke up.

There was very little movement in the living room, as if someone was packing up in the dining room, and there was the sound of the refrigerator being opened.

He Yang got up, came to the corridor, and called out: "Banquet?"

It was a little quiet in the apartment, no one answered.

However, the commotion in the restaurant continued, He Yang walked over and saw the nanny.

The auntie nanny was sorting out the dishes she bought. When she saw He Yang coming, she quickly stopped her hands, wiped her hands with a towel, and asked, "Mr. He, did I disturb you? I'm sorry..."

He Yang didn't answer, just looked at the dishes on the table and frowned slightly.

"I bought the vegetables and put them in the refrigerator." The auntie nanny looked at the man's face and said cautiously: "But I think the vegetables I bought last week have not been touched. Is it because Mr. Xu doesn't like it or changed the taste? ah?"

Xu Chengyan usually took care of the family affairs, so Auntie would go to Xu Chengyan directly for anything.

It's just that she sent a message to Xu Chengyan recently, but the other party never replied, and the phone call couldn't get through.

The aunt had no choice but to say: "Mr. Xu's phone can't be reached, and I don't want to bother you..."

He Yang just said indifferently: "Next time you have something to ask me directly."

The aunt tentatively asked, "Then where is Mr. Xu?"

"Xu Chengyan is dead, there is no need to look for him." He Yang's tone was a little impatient.

Someone always wants to mention Xu Chengyan in front of him.

He also has to repeat to others over and over again——

Xu Chengyan died.

He Yang: "Don't mention him in the future."

The auntie nanny froze for a moment, then nodded: "Okay..."

Auntie turned around and was about to continue packing the dishes when she suddenly thought of something and quickly asked, "Mr. He, do you need to clean up the things in the apartment?"

Generally speaking, when someone dies in the family, all the things of the dead person will be cleaned up, and not all will be left at home.

After hearing this, He Yang looked at a suitcase in the corner of the living room.

That suitcase belonged to Xu Chengyan, and after he brought it back from Anshi, he never opened it again.

He Yang: "The suitcase was thrown away."

The aunt nodded, walked over to open the suitcase, and was going to sort out the things inside first.

There were a lot of small things in the suitcase. The aunt looked up and asked, "Mr. He, should we throw away all these things?"

He Yang looked over and saw the stamps packed in the suitcase and a small wooden sign in the corner at a glance.

He Yang walked over step by step, leaned over, and took out the wooden sign

The wooden sign was still a bit cold to the touch, He Yang stroked the writing on the wooden sign and said slowly: "Throw it away."

Psychological clinic, office.

Jiang Lin sat opposite the psychiatrist, his eyes flushed.

"He sent me a message that morning..." Jiang Lin's voice was a little choked up, "He said that the village is too far away, so he might not be able to make it back at night, so he wanted to change to another place..."

"If I could have persuaded him at that time, he would not have gone to the village, and he would not have had a car accident..."

"It was my fault... I killed two people..."

The psychiatrist listened quietly, handed over the tissue, and comforted him, "Mr. Jiang, this is not your fault."

The doctor is a very young man with a gentle voice, wearing glasses and a white coat, which makes people feel at ease.

But Jiang Lin's emotions were not appeased, and his voice was hoarse: "It was almost... I was almost able to save them..."

In fact, on the morning of April Fool's Day, my sister-in-law was a little hesitant.

The sister-in-law told him that the stockade was too far away, and she was afraid that she would not be able to come back at night. The tour guide also recommended another place, so she wondered whether to change the location.

But when he heard it, he didn't persuade him.

In the end, my sister-in-law went to the village as planned and never came back.

"I can dream of him every night... the day he got into a car accident..." Jiang Lin lowered his head, hugged his head, and broke down.

Every night, he can dream of the deformed van.

Xu Chengyan was covered in blood inside, and stretched out his hand to him, begging for help.

He ran over frantically, trying to rescue his sister-in-law from inside.But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't touch the people in the van, only a little bit every time.

It was as if some invisible force separated him from his sister-in-law, and he would never be able to save anyone.

Even if it was his dream, he couldn't save it.

"I'm so sorry..." Jiang Lin broke down in tears.

He killed two people.

"Mr. Jiang." The doctor was very patient, and said slowly: "I'm not very good at comforting words, and those hypocritical words are actually useless."

"Never felt empathy, and time doesn't fix everything."

The doctor was very cruel, tearing open the wound bloody, "The only thing we can do is to accept the reality."

"I can't accept it..." Jiang Lin kept shaking his head, "I can't accept it..."

He is very sad and very painful...

They've known each other for five years, and the sister-in-law is like his older brother—

But he killed his brother.

He wanted to go back to the past, to tell his sister-in-law not to go to the village on April Fool's Day.

He also hopes that there are ghosts, and that his sister-in-law can appear in front of him.

But reality is reality, cold and ruthless.

There are no time machines and no ghosts in reality.

"I don't accept..." Jiang Lin couldn't speak, and his body twitched.

He had kept some words in his heart for a long time, but he couldn't tell the people around him.

No one cared about Xu Chengyan's death, even He Yang.

Sometimes, he wondered if he was the only one who could see Xu Chengyan, and no one else could.

Otherwise, why was Xu Chengyan the only one who was so sad when he died?

"I'm really... so sad..." Jiang Lin cried intermittently.

He is obviously a big boy in his 20s, but now he is crying like a child, losing control of his emotions.

The doctor pushed his glasses and said gently, "Mr. Jiang, the pain can't go away."

"There is no way to change what has happened, we can only try to get used to the pain—"

"Live with pain."

When he came out of the psychological clinic, Jiang Lin's eyes were still red and swollen, and he could see the traces of crying.

But now his mood has calmed down a lot, and talking is a good way to relieve it.

Although he is still in pain now, he wants to live a good life.

Jiang Lin got into the car and drove towards the apartment.

After the car stopped, Jiang Lin got out of the car and went to He Yang's house first.

Jiang Lin went to ring the doorbell, and it was the nanny who opened the door.

Jiang Lin asked, "Where's my brother?"

Auntie: "Mr. He is on the balcony."

Jiang Lin walked towards the balcony, and saw the man lazily sitting on the recliner, and the ashtray on the table next to him was full of cigarette butts.

Jiang Lin said, "I'm here to get my things."

He Yang didn't look back, looked out the window, and said casually, "What is it?"

"My stamps." Jiang Lin walked in and said, "Sister-in-law bought stamps for me when I was in Anshi."

Jiang Lin: "I know you brought his suitcase back, give me the stamp."

He Yang said unhurriedly: "The suitcase is thrown away."

"Throw it away?!" Jiang Lin rushed up immediately, pressed the man's shoulder tightly, and said excitedly with red eyes: "It's his stuff, why throw it away!"

"Everyone is dead." He Yang frowned, and moved his hands on his shoulders, "There's no point in keeping things."

"He Yang!" Jiang Lin couldn't believe it, and asked, "Aren't you sad! He's dead!"

He Yang still had that calm expression on his face, and said coldly, "If you die, you die."

He knew that Xu Chengyan was dead, so he didn't need to emphasize it again.

already dead.

Jiang Lin slammed the door and left in anger.

He Yang continued to lean on the recliner, looking at the sky in the distance.

The nanny heard the quarrel just now, and didn't dare to say more, and left after tidying up the house.

He Yang was the only one left in the apartment.

It was very quiet, except for the sound of rain and wind outside the window.

Listening to the sound of rain outside, He Yang habitually reached into his pocket, wanting to touch the cigarette.

But in his pocket, besides cigarettes, He Yang also came across another thing——

A small, cold, rectangular thing.

He Yang took out the rectangular object, looked at the familiar writing on the wooden sign, and rubbed his palm against it.

【May you be safe and sound all year round】

Holding the wooden sign, He Yang squinted his eyes, feeling a little sleepy.

The sound of the rain outside the window became smaller and smaller, and the consciousness became lighter and lighter.

In a daze, He Yang seemed to hear a gentle male voice behind him——

"gentlemen."

The male voice was still the same as before, as if the owner of the voice just went out for a short time, and now he has returned.

He Yang woke up, and the wooden sign in his palm fell to the ground in an instant, making a crisp sound.

But when He Yang looked back, there was nothing behind him.

The apartment was still empty.

He was alone.