After the Stand-in Shou Faked His Death

The doctor asked, "How important is it?"

"Very important." He Yang lowered his eyes, "I like it very much."

Doctor: "So does he like you?"

He Yang held the ring and didn't make a sound.

He knew that Xu Chengyan liked him.

That's why he said on the phone not to come back.

Because he knew that no matter what, Xu Chengyan would come back in the end.

And he did wait until Xu Chengyan came back——

But what he waited for was a corpse.

Too late.

Everything is too late.

He Yang put the ring back into the box, then got up and left the psychological clinic.

After returning to the apartment, He Yang turned on the light and habitually went to the balcony.

The balcony is still full of potted plants, and the flowerpots are still the same as before, but the plants in the flowerpots have been changed.

It turned out that the flowers planted in the pots had already withered due to long-term lack of water, so they had to be replaced with new ones.

He doesn't know how to take care of potted plants, and the nanny only comes over once a week.

After a long time, the newly planted flowers in potted plants still lack water, and they cannot grow for too long each time.

You can only clean the flowerpot again and again and replace it with a new one.

He Yang closed his eyes and half leaned on the recliner, holding the wooden sign in his hand and stroking it.

While half asleep and half awake, He Yang heard a familiar male voice behind him——

"gentlemen."

He Yang slowly opened his eyes without looking back.

He knew no one was in the apartment.

It was an auditory hallucination again.

He Yang opened his eyes, looking out of the window in a daze.

Time passed very slowly.

So slow that every day, every minute, every second... is very painful.

Time flies again.

Soon he couldn't even remember Xu Chengyan's appearance clearly, and even the memories of the two getting along became more and more blurred.

In the end, the memory left in his mind was his long wait in this apartment alone.

It was as if every time he turned his head, he could see the young man still behind him.

But he can't wait for anything, and miracles won't happen.

Every day is April Fool's Day.

Outside, the seasons change.

The leaves on the tree turned from tender green to withered yellow, and then fell to the ground from a high place, leaving only bare branches——

It's another year of winter, and it's here.

A week before the Chinese New Year, He Yang returned to the old house.

Qiqi was still the same as before, as soon as he saw He Yang's car approaching, he rushed over to look for Xu Chengyan.

Qiqi circled around He Yang, but didn't see anyone, so he ran to the car door again.

He Yang ignored the big dog, just entered the villa and came to the rest room.

Father He was still sitting in a wheelchair, playing chess by himself at the table.

And in the corner of the table, there is a photo frame——

In the photo, a young woman in a bright red cheongsam smiles at the camera.

He Yang walked over step by step, Father He also heard the movement and looked up.

"I'm back..." Father He nodded, and asked again: "I've been back a few days ago, why are you here again today?"

Sitting opposite He's father, He Yang said calmly, "I came back last month, and now I'm coming back for the New Year."

"It's almost New Year's Eve..." Father He's expression became a little dazed, he shook his head and said, "I'm getting old, I can't remember..."

Father He looked over again and asked, "Where's that child?"

"The child you brought back before, isn't he here?"

"It seems to be a piano teacher, what's his name? I can't remember..."

Father He frowned slightly, still remembering.

But He Yang just said coldly: "He's dead."

"Dead?" Father He finally realized, "Yeah, he's dead..."

Father He couldn't help looking at the photo frame on the table, and said in a low voice, "Maybe Ah Ruan wants to meet him..."

"He's going to see A Ruan..." Father He picked up the photo frame, his eyes turned red, "I want to see A Ruan too..."

"Why didn't she take me with her..."

Father He was immersed in the memories, and became a little emotional.

He Yang just stood quietly by the side, and didn't get up to leave until Father He's mood stabilized.

The housekeeper stood guard outside the recuperation room, and when he saw He Yang coming out, he followed behind him.

The housekeeper said: "Master's memory is still a bit confused recently, and he can't remember many things clearly."

"Yeah." He Yang was a little cold.

Looking at He Yang's back, the housekeeper couldn't help asking: "Young Master He, will you be sad?"

He Yang stopped and asked, "Why are you sad?"

Was he going to cry next to the dead body for days and nights like his father, and then be admitted to the hospital?

Butler: "Ma'am, she has—"

Before the housekeeper finished speaking, He Yang interrupted: "I'm not sad."

He will not be sad.

He Yang turned around, went back to the room alone, and sat on the sofa.

On the side table, there is still an old photo album.

He Yang looked at the photo album. After a long time, he finally reached out and took it, and slowly opened the first page of the photo album.

He Yang flipped through the photo album page by page, and finished it in no time.

Only half of the photos in the album have been put in, and there are still many pages in the back that are empty.

He Yang picked up his phone and called Jiang Lin.

After the call was connected, He Yang asked, "Do you have any photos of Xu Chengyan?"

Jiang Lin: "What's wrong?"

"His picture."

"Why do you want his photo at this time?" Jiang Lin on the other end of the phone frowned, "You didn't ask me for it before, so you came to ask me for it now?"

But He Yang just repeated: "Photo."

Jiang Lin became a little irritable, scratched his hair, and replied, "I'll bring it to you in a few days."

During the few days of Chinese New Year, Jiang Lin came to the old house.

The He family's old house is very deserted, all the servants have left, except for He Yang and He's father, only the butler is still there.

Qiqi was quite energetic, running around in the yard and rolling on the snow.

Jiang Lin carried the gift box across the courtyard, and when he came inside, he glanced at the man on the sofa.

"My dad asked me to come over to celebrate the New Year." Jiang Lin put the gift box on the table.

But the man didn't look up, he just looked down and flipped through an old yellowed photo album.

He Yang said: "Photo."

"Got it." Jiang Lin took out a few photos from his bag, all of which were taken by his sister-in-law when she was in college.

There are photos of the school sports meeting, photos of club activities, and photos taken in graduation uniforms...

There are not many photos left by his sister-in-law, and he has been looking for them for a long time, and got them from his sister-in-law's college classmates.

Jiang Lin handed over the photo, casually glanced at the photo album on He Yang's lap, and saw Shen Xiuzhu's photo at a glance.

Jiang Lin frowned slightly, turned his gaze away and didn't look at it again, just sat on the sofa next to him, playing with his mobile phone by himself.

The living room was very quiet, with the occasional sound of flipping through photo albums.

The two were doing their own things without speaking.

When Jiang Lin raised his head inadvertently, he saw that He Yang had turned to a blank page of the photo album, holding a photo of Xu Chengyan, and slowly put it in.

Jiang Lin saw it, and immediately said: "What are you doing with his photo and Shen Xiuzhu?!"

"You asked me for a photo, you want to put the photo with Shen Xiuzhu's!" Jiang Lin exploded instantly, "If you like Shen Xiuzhu, go after him! Don't pretend to be affectionate here!"

Jiang Lin: "Who are you trying to offend by putting the photos of the two of them together?"

"Jiang Lin." He Yang's face darkened.

"I don't understand what you're thinking!" Jiang Lin stood up and said coldly, "I'm going back."

Jiang Lin didn't want to stay any longer, so he turned around and left.

The butler at the side came over and sent Jiang Lin away.

But when it was delivered to the gate of the yard, the housekeeper suddenly said, "Jiang Shao, that photo album is left by Mrs. He."

In the past, the He family and the Shen family lived very close together, and the young master of the Shen family would run over from next door to accompany Mrs. He every time.

Mrs. He likes the young master of the Shen family very much, and every time there is something interesting and delicious, she will leave a portion for the young master.

Young Master He's personality is relatively dull. Mrs. He prefers the lively nature of the young master. She often takes the two children out to play together. She also specially asks the master of the V brand to make some children's clothes, and dresses up the young master as a model. .

Young Master He didn't like being a model, and he would just wait and watch from the sidelines every time, while Madam He tossed the young master, choosing clothes from a large pile of children's clothes to match, and asked the young master to change into them.

Gradually, the two children grew up slowly, and Mrs. He was always by their side.

Mrs. He also took a lot of photos of the two children, including the photo of He Yang and the young master in the family album.

But Mrs. He left suddenly before she could fill up her family photo album.

The housekeeper recalled the past, and explained: "Young Master He looked through that photo album, because he missed Mrs. He."

Mrs. He has been away for nine years.

When Mrs. He had an accident that year, Young Master He was the calmest of all——

There was no fuss, just calmly came to the hospital bed and took a look at the corpse.

Even on the second day after his death, Young Master He still went out as usual, completely unable to see the impact of his mother's death on him.

But after nine years, Young Master He still hasn't come out.

Every time I have to look through the photo album left by Mrs. He for a long time, but I haven't added a photo once.

Until today, Young Master He finally added a new photo.

And that photo album was used by Mrs. He to record her family.

After Jiang Lin left the He family's old house, he went to a psychological clinic.

And because of the Chinese New Year, the streets are a little deserted.

When Jiang Lin came to the clinic, he saw that the doctor was already waiting inside.

Sitting opposite the doctor, Jiang Lin couldn't help but ask, "You guys don't go back for Chinese New Year, are you still open?"

"You called to come over, I just ran away from home." The doctor smiled.

"Ah?" Jiang Lin was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly felt guilty, and whispered: "It's actually nothing wrong..."

"It's okay." The doctor's tone was very gentle, "you can talk to me about anything."

"It's nothing..." Jiang Lin was a little confused, and whispered, "It's just my brother who is weird..."

After the doctor heard it, the expression on his face became more serious, "Mr. He's condition is more serious."

The doctor said again: "But it seems that Mr. Jiang should be fine now."

Jiang Lin nodded, "I'm fine now."

He is doing fine now.

Jiang Lin took a deep breath and said, "In a few days, I'm going to look for a job."

After graduating, he has been traveling and relaxing outside without even having a job.

The family couldn't stand it anymore and kept urging him to go to work.

But he didn't want to go to work in his family's company. He always felt like he was being watched, so he told his family that he was looking for a job.

"What direction are you going to go?" the doctor asked.

"It's okay." Jiang Lin didn't care, "Anyway, try it first, and change it if it doesn't fit."

The doctor thought for a while, but said, "If you don't mind, you can come to my company."

"Your family?" Jiang Lin was taken aback for a moment, then subconsciously asked, "Do you run a clinic?"

"No." The doctor laughed, opened the drawer again, took out a business card and handed it over, "It's an entertainment company."

Jiang Lin looked at the business card. Although he didn't know anything about the entertainment industry, he had heard the name of this entertainment company and it was quite famous.

"Really?" Jiang Lin was a little stunned, and asked, "Aren't you a doctor?"

"It's a doctor." The doctor sighed, "If you don't work hard, you can only go back and inherit hundreds of billions of property."

Jiang Lin hesitated and said, "But my major is not suitable for the entertainment industry..."

"It's okay." The doctor smiled, "I'll open the back door for you, you can airborne."

In the end, Jiang Lin went to the entertainment company of the doctor's house.

Jiang Lin was also embarrassed to be airborne, so the doctor arranged for him a temporary job as an office intern.

The work of interns is very complicated and messy, running around in the workshop every day, and there are still a lot of documents to be sorted out.

The office is very busy, colleagues check the artist's work on the computer every day, arrange the itinerary and so on, and plan and publicize...

Some messy and trivial things are all handled by the office.

Jiang Lin was running around. He had just checked the process with the department next door, and returned to the office a little tired, ready to take a rest.

There were two other girls in the office, discussing together.

"How long until the filming of this drama is finished? Can Reuters prepare?"

"Wait a minute, I'll talk to Qin Zhou and ask him to cooperate..."

"It's a pity that the crew is too poor, and the rented suit is too cheap..."

Jiang Lin listened to the discussion and walked past the two girls.

It's just that when Jiang Lin casually looked at the computer screen, he froze for a moment.

On the screen, a black-haired young man in a suit leaned against the railing, looking sideways at the camera.

And the black-haired facial features are very familiar, with a pair of peach blossom eyes with a smile, and a small tear mole under the right eye.

Looking at this photo, Jiang Lin couldn't help asking, "This person... who is he?"

Jiang Lin's voice was still a little trembling, he stared at the photo closely, refusing to let go of every detail.

The girl at the computer desk looked up, then looked back at the screen, and said, "He, Qin Zhou."

Jiang Lin opened his mouth, but his throat was a little hoarse, and he couldn't speak a word.

In the end, Jiang Lin just returned to his work station, looked through the company's artist list, and found Qin Zhou's name.

Qin Zhou...

Jiang Lin hurriedly searched the name on the Internet, and found a lot of information in an instant.

Jiang Lin couldn't wait to click on the photo album, and read one by one, his heart beating faster and faster.

It's so similar.

Almost exactly the same as my sister-in-law.

It was as if sister-in-law was still alive in this world.