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Although the sleeping pills had been stopped, the medicine Ji Shurong had been taking for the past few days had its own sleeping ingredients, and because of his weak body and lack of energy, he would fall asleep before midnight.

Jiang Jing slept on that escort bed as usual, and refused to go home no matter who persuaded him.

The weather is getting colder and colder, and the heating and air conditioning in the ward are both on, making it stuffy and hot, and you will be sweating after a while.

Xu Shao said he was going to Ji Shurong's house to bring him a few changes of clothes, and as soon as he said that, Jiang Jing continued, "Let me go."

After all, he lived there for a while, and he is familiar with the arrangement of things at home.

Xu Shao had no objection, and turned to look at Ji Shurong: "Where is your key?"

Ji Shurong sat with his back against the pillow, an open book in his hand, and he didn't see him turn a page for a long time.His reaction to the outside world was very slow, Xu Shao asked twice before raising his head in a daze: "What?"

His lips were bloodless, and his black hair hung down at the corners of his eyes, making his face even paler.

Jiang Jing's heart was suddenly pricked by a needle.

Before leaving, the psychiatrist told him that he must talk to Ji Shurong often and not let him be immersed in his own thoughts.

Depression is an extremely difficult disease. Ji Shurong inevitably exhibits the common problems of depressed patients. He is slow in thinking, reticent and depressed, and often spends a day without saying a word.

The doctor said that Ji Shurong's auditory hallucinations are very serious, and those voices from nowhere will torture his fragile nerves over and over again, making him sink deeper and deeper in self-doubt.

Jiang Jing tried many ways to mobilize his emotions, but all ended in failure.He really wanted to know what Ji Shurong would think when he was silent, and felt that even if he knew, he couldn't empathize with him.

Jiang Jing travels between hospitals and schools every day, trying to disguise himself as a sunny and positive person.

The ward is very depressing and makes people breathless.But he never showed any sadness in front of Ji Shurong.

He really wanted to do something more for Ji Shurong, but after thinking about it, it seemed that there was only so much he could do.

In the end, Jiang Jing took out the key from Ji Shurong's pocket, didn't let Xu Shao give it to him, and went downstairs to take a taxi by himself.

The weather in winter is cloudy and sunny, and the sun is just right at noon. It is only four o'clock in the afternoon, and the sky has already turned gloomy.

The entrance of the hospital was facing the wide road. After a few seconds, the red light turned to green, and the sound of traffic rushed towards us.

Jiang Jing hadn't felt the hustle and bustle of the world so clearly for a long time.

He held the key tightly in his hand, thinking that when Ji Shurong was ready, he must go around with him.

The ward was too deserted and pale, far less lively than the outside.

There was a traffic jam on the road, and it was almost five o'clock when we got home.Jiang Jing didn't know which one was the key to open the door, so he tried each one for a while before pushing the door open.

No one came to live in it for a long time, the air in the room was stagnant, and there was a heavy musty smell.

There was still an untidy coat on the sofa, and the water on the table was already cold, with a thin layer of dust floating on it.Half a month ago, the two of them would often nestle on the sofa and watch TV, but now Jiang Jing is the only one standing in the empty house, staring at the familiar yet unfamiliar room in a daze.

He felt a tightness in his chest, and it took him a while to recover.

Ji Shurong's clothes were all placed in the closet in the bedroom. Jiang Jing found a big bag, picked and picked, and put them in one by one.

After tidying up his clothes, he went into the bathroom and took away all the toiletries he could use. Afraid of leaving anything behind, he went around each room next to each other.

Next to the bedroom is the study room, Jiang Jing went in and took a few books that Ji Shurong often read, and glanced to the right when he came out.

There is another door on the right side of the study, and the dust on the doorknob is thicker than other places.

He once wanted to go in out of curiosity, but Ji Shurong said it was a storage room and he couldn't get in if he lost the key.

Jiang Jing asked him why he didn't find someone to open the lock, Ji Shurong smiled nonchalantly and said, "There are some discarded items inside, it's not important, just put it there."

Jiang Jing didn't pay attention to this at the time, but thinking about it now, he felt something was wrong.

Since it is not important, why keep it?

Jiang Jing put the books in the bag, and walked over with the bunch of keys.

With the mentality of giving it a try, he picked a key at random, inserted it in and twisted it, and the door lock clicked.

It can really be opened.

Jiang Jing was stunned for a moment, hesitantly opened the door, and was dazzled by the dust blowing towards his face in the next second.

He raised his hand and slapped it, and when he took a closer look, he froze in place.

In the ward, Xu Shao was sitting on a chair, lowering his head to peel oranges.

The sky outside the window was dark, and there was a sense of oppression about the storm.The light bulb on the top of his head was on quietly, Xu Shao squinted his eyes to clean the veins, broke off one and handed it to Ji Shurong, saying, "Do you want to eat?"

Ji Shurong didn't answer.

Xu Shao was about to withdraw his hand when he suddenly heard him ask, "Where's Jiang Jing?"

"Go home and get your clothes." Xu Shao stuffed the orange into his mouth, chewed it and said, "I really don't want to eat it? It's sweet."

Ji Shurong ignored him, and asked after a while, "Give him the key?"

Xu Shao swallowed the orange: "Isn't that a bunch of keys in your pocket, he took them and left."

Ji Shurong pursed his lips tightly, his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Xu Shao looked at his expression and asked, "What's wrong?"

Ji Shurong pinched the corner of the paper with his fingers, almost crushing the paper.He lowered his eyes and took a deep breath, and said dryly, "Call him and ask him to come back."

Since he was hospitalized, his condition has obviously worsened, and he seldom speaks on his own initiative. This is the first time.

Xu Shao was pleasantly surprised, although puzzled, he obediently called Jiang Jing.

The bell rang for a long time before it was picked up. Xu Shao caught Ji Shurong's look and turned on the hands-free with his fingers.

"Xiaojiang, are you done cleaning up?" Xu Shao asked.

Jiang Jing was silent for a few seconds before whispering, "Not yet."

His voice was like a dense fog that could not be dissolved, hoarse and heavy, as if he had been crying.Xu Shao's heart skipped a beat.

Xu Shao turned his head to look at Ji Shurong, and happened to meet his dead and calm eyes.

A gap was opened in the dusty memory of that moment, and Xu Shao suddenly understood something.

He raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows: "You..."

Jiang Jing was not in the mood to listen to him finish, and said in a hurry: "The phone is running out of battery, hang up."

The call came to an abrupt end.

Xu Shao slowly put away his phone, sighed and said to Ji Shurong, "I'm sorry, I'm to blame for this, I forgot that there is still a room in your house that cannot be opened."

Ji Shurong lowered his head, loosened his fingers holding the pages of the book, and the broken pieces of paper fluttered down on the bed.

Xu Shao stood there and reflected on himself for a while, couldn't help sighing again, and said, "Actually, there's no need to hide it from him."

He didn't care whether Ji Shurong listened or not, and continued: "You always want to protect him and keep him from knowing these things, but if you think about it from another angle, why doesn't Xiao Jiang want to know you better? He wants to accompany you For a lifetime of people, we have to share everything together.”

It's not that Jiang Jing didn't wonder why Ji Shurong suffered from depression.

He asked the doctor, and the doctor regretfully said that this is the patient's privacy and cannot be disclosed without his permission.

So he guessed randomly without any basis, and he could only think of the scar Ji Shurong left to save him when he was a teenager.

Until he saw the things in the room, the speculation that had been hovering in his mind suddenly fell to the ground, making him burst into tears.

The room was smaller than the study room, and there was a layer of blankets on the floor, because the original color could not be seen because no one cleaned it all year round.

There are actually very few things inside, a piano, a desk, and scores of music piled up randomly in the corner.

There are three floors of desks, filled with trophies and certificates, each silently showing Ji Shurong's brilliant youth.

Jiang Jing has only heard of many international awards, but now he has seen them all on this cramped bookshelf.

Next to the trophy was a photo, in which Ji Shurong's face was young and immature, and his thin and tall figure was outlined in a suit. He was standing next to a piano, and the lights were not as dazzling as his smile.

The young man laughed flamboyantly and recklessly, he was completely different from the current silent and decadent.

Jiang Jing bit his lip tightly, not even noticing that his mouth was full of blood.

He took down the photo tremblingly, wiped off the dust with his fingertips, and looked at Ji Shurong at that time after eight years.

What are you talking about playing badly...

fraud.

fraud.

Tears fell on the photo, and the boy's face was blurred.

Jiang Jing's eyes were red, and he wiped away his tears vigorously, and the tears rolled out again after a while.

It would have been nice if Ji Shurong hadn't saved him back then.

Even if he might die under that knife, even if the two of them won't have any intersection in the future, he doesn't want to see Ji Shurong become what he is now.

He is obviously such an excellent person, but because of him, his destiny has been changed.

Supporting the edge of the table, Jiang Jing raised his head and slowed down for a long time.

The light was dazzling, and the line of sight gradually turned into a vast expanse of whiteness.

After a while, he lowered his eyes, wiped the photo clean with his sleeve, and put it back carefully.

There was a layer of drawers under the desk, and the corners caught his clothes.

Jiang Jing took out his clothes, paused for a while, then stretched out his hand and slowly opened the drawer.

The wooden shafts creaked with age, and the drawers were half drawn, half shadowed, half exposed to light.

What appeared in Jiang Jing's line of sight was a portfolio with the hospital's red badge on it.

Jiang Jing's hand stopped in mid-air, almost afraid to look at it.

Ji Shurong's secret is too heavy, and the tip of the iceberg can crush him.

He gritted his teeth, took out the file bag, and unwound the tangled threads round and round.

There were only a few thin sheets of paper inside, and the back side was up when I took it out.Jiang Jing turned over and glanced, his heart trembled suddenly.

It was a death certificate with an unfamiliar name written on it, and Ji Shurong was filled in the column for contacting family members, and the relationship was mother and child.

Jiang Jing's eyes fell on the cause of death——

Severe depression, suicide by taking sleeping pills.

The paper seemed to be extremely heavy, but Jiang Jing couldn't hold it firmly, and the paper fell to the ground lightly.

With his heart pounding, Jiang Jing swallowed, and leaned on the table to squat down.He picked them up one by one and saw the contents of the remaining ones.

One is the death certificate issued by the pet hospital. The pet cat "San Yue" died of overdose of sleeping pills by mistake.

The other two are medical certificates.

The patient's name is Ji Shurong.

Right hand ligament ruptured by major contusion.

Moderate depression and multiple suicide attempts.