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There was no sound in the ward, the curtains were closed tightly, all the noise and bustle were isolated from the outside, the silence spread in the room like water plants, and the river view was a little breathless.

Ji Shurong was half lying down, his eyes fell on the broken glass in his hand that was shining coldly.

Jiang Jing pinched the glass, trembling all over: "You broke the glass? Why did you..."

He couldn't say the rest, but there was no need to ask, Ji Shurong's purpose for hiding this piece of glass was obvious.

He lowered his head, his eyes turned red little by little, and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't do this in the future, okay?"

"I'm sorry, I just," Ji Shurong's throat felt a little dry, he frowned and coughed, and then said, "I just can't control myself."

He is still in a normal state now, and he knows that what he is doing is wrong, but every time he gets sick, the uncontrollable anxiety and panic almost drive him crazy.

He hid the piece of glass in a mysterious way, not sure if it was to protect himself or to harm himself, maybe both.

He lowered his eyes quietly, out of the corner of his eye Jiang Jing's hand holding the glass was shaking all the time, the sharp blade cut his finger, and drops of blood fell to the ground drop by drop.

Ji Shurong opened his mouth, wanting him to throw away the glass, but stopped before he could speak.

Thick and dense pain drilled into the heart, and the chest was cold.Ji Shurong wondered in a daze, does Jiang Jing hurt as much as him now?

He raised his head and saw Jiang Jing biting his lip and weeping silently.

At that moment, he suddenly realized that Jiang Jing, who was always full of vigor in his memory, hadn't smiled happily for a long, long time.

This ward not only traps him, but also locks Jiang Jing, unable to break free, unable to escape. After a long time, will Jiang Jing also become like him?

The person he wants to protect the most is always sad because of him.

Ji Shurong closed his eyes, and after a while, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, and the end of his eyes became moist: "Xiaojing..."

"You go," he said.

Jiang Jing suddenly raised his eyes and looked at him in disbelief.

Ji Shurong didn't speak anymore, he turned his head away, and Jiang Jing could only see his silent back.

For a while, no one spoke, like a silent confrontation.

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Jing whispered, "I won't leave."

"I won't leave." He repeated, every word with great emphasis: "If you want to live, I will always be with you, if you want to die, I will die with you, don't even think about abandoning me."

Jiang Jing didn't dare to sleep that night.

As long as he thought of Ji Shurong having suicidal thoughts again, he would be afraid for a while.

After turning off the lights, it was very dark in the ward, and Jiang Jing couldn't see anything clearly. Only when he heard Ji Shurong's low breathing, could he feel more at ease.

The next morning, Jiang Jing didn't want to go to school at all, so Yang Xiao dragged him out and gave him a tough lesson.

"Take care of yourself first, we still have us on Lao Ji's side." Yang Xiao said.

Jiang Jing hung his schoolbag strap, stared down at his toes and said, "I know."

"You know what a fart." Yang Xiao said bluntly: "I really know you shouldn't run here every day. This is a hospital and not a prison. He won't be in any danger staying here. I really don't know you What are you worrying about all day long?"

Jiang Jing retorted subconsciously: "How do you know there is no danger?"

Yang Xiao stared: "What do you mean?"

Jiang Jing pursed his lips and briefly explained what happened last night.

Yang Xiao's face gradually turned pale.

After sending Jiang Jing to school, Yang Xiao went to pick up the psychiatrist.

The doctor talked with Ji Shurong all morning, and finally came out and shook his head and said: "His illness has reached a very serious point, and drug treatment and psychological treatment are hardly effective. I will say the same thing and advise him to go abroad."

The doctor said this ten years ago. He and Xu Shao both persuaded him at that time, but Ji Shurong had no desire to survive at all, so it didn't work.

Yang Xiao was worried all day, and when she picked up Jiang Jing from school in the afternoon, she mentioned this, and sighed: "You should persuade him, he may not listen to what we say."

When he arrived at the hospital, Ji Shurong was still sleeping, Jiang Jing didn't bother him, and just sat on the edge of the bed and stared at him without saying a word.

Yang Xiao said he was going to the bar, closed the door on tiptoe, turned around and walked towards the stairs.

The stairs were a bit narrow, and the people going up and down were jammed together, and Yang Xiao accidentally bumped into someone in the crowd.

"Sorry, sorry." He said quickly.

The other party was a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes. He probably didn't hear what he said, so he frowned and walked upstairs quickly.

Maybe it was because of vertigo, Yang Xiao felt that this person looked familiar.

He couldn't help but look twice more, but he could only see the man's hurried back, as if he was looking for someone.

There were people coming and going in the corridor, and the noise was faintly heard, but Ji Shurong was in a deep sleep and remained motionless.

Jiang Jing went to the balcony to put down his schoolbag. After thinking about it, he took out his mobile phone and took a look. Sure enough, there were more than ten missed calls on it.

There was a parent-teacher meeting today, and the teacher told him to stay at school and wait for Jiang Zheng to leave with him. Jiang Jingquan pretended not to hear, and slipped away with his schoolbag on his back as soon as school was over.

First, he didn't want to face Jiang Zheng, and second, he didn't want to lose Ji Shurong for so long.

Anyway, he ran away, and Jiang Zheng couldn't catch him.

Jiang Jing stuffed his phone into his pocket, sat back in his chair, and kept his eyes on Ji Shurong.

Ji Shurong frowned, his lips were pale and bloodless.

Jiang Jing wanted to moisten his lips with a cotton swab, but he paused after picking up the water glass, and then took a sip himself.

He quietly approached Ji Shurong's lips, and moistened the seam of Ji Shurong's lips mouth to mouth.

Ji Shurong's eyelashes moved slightly, as if he woke up for a moment, but soon fell asleep again.

Jiang Jing straightened up and licked the corners of his lips.

The door clicked behind him, Jiang Jing thought it was Yang Xiao who had left and returned, and was about to sit down when he suddenly felt something.

He turned around slowly and saw Jiang Zheng with an ugly face by the door.

The father and son looked at each other a few steps away, and Jiang Jing could even see the veins on Jiang Zheng's forehead, and the trembling hand hanging by his side.

Jiang Jing always thought that he was not afraid of anything, especially in front of Jiang Zheng, he was always more rebellious than fearful.

But now under Jiang Zheng's unbelievable and angry gaze, he actually had the urge to back down.

It's like being known by parents for doing something wrong, and the first reaction is always uneasy.

He was silent for a moment, walked to the door with his head down, stood in front of Jiang Zheng and said, "Go out and talk."

The door was gently closed, and Ji Shurong could be seen lying quietly through the glass, ignorant of what happened outside.

Jiang Zheng withdrew his gaze and suppressed his emotions to look at his son who was already a head taller than him.

On the way here, he was wondering whether Jiang Jing went to the hospital because he felt uncomfortable somewhere, whether he was too irresponsible as a father, and didn't even know his son was sick.

After the parent meeting, he wanted to find Jiang Jing, but he turned around and saw no one. After checking the surveillance in the guard room, he saw that Jiang Jing got into the car of a strange man.

The phone couldn't be reached, so Jiang Zheng had no choice but to ask an acquaintance to check the monitoring of the car along the way, and soon received a reply that the car had entered the hospital.

Jiang Zheng was anxious and confused, and rushed to the hospital without stopping, but saw the scene just now.

His son actually took the initiative to kiss a man.

When Jiang Zheng saw Ji Shurong's face when he opened the door, he felt a huge absurdity at that moment.

He thought of Ji Shurong's care for Jiang Jing, his gratitude to Ji Shurong, and those normal details.

Jiang Zheng almost exhausted all his strength to resist not to slap Jiang Jing on the spot.Without saying anything, he dragged Jiang Jing directly downstairs.

His normally neat hair was a little messy, and his face was covered with a layer of frost. When he went downstairs, he almost went on a rampage, and Jiang Jing was almost dragged down by him several times.

He stuffed Jiang Jing into the car and drove straight out of the hospital.

The car window was opened a crack, and the icy wind swept across the car, making it hard to keep your eyes open.

The gloomy sky enveloped the entire city, and the roads were full of traffic and vehicles.Jiang Zheng slapped the horn heavily, and the car honked intertwined into a film, which was extremely noisy.

He wanted to take out a cigarette and light it, but in the end he just closed the car window irritably, and said in silence, "Don't you have anything to explain?"

"There's nothing to explain." Jiang Jing turned his head to look out the window and said, "It's just what you see."

"Bastard!"

Jiang Zheng was so angry that his hands kept shaking, he couldn't hold back his anger and shouted: "Are you crazy? Jiang Jing, let me ask you if you are crazy!"

"I'm not crazy." Jiang Jing said, "I'm not wrong."

Jiang Zheng smiled angrily: "Okay, you are right, I was wrong, I didn't think highly of you, it was my dereliction of duty as a parent."

Jiang Jing pursed his lips tightly and remained silent.

"I have long seen that that person has ulterior motives for you, and I have long known that he is not a good person," Jiang Zheng said, "You are not allowed to see him again. I will find a doctor to treat you for this disease."

He blatantly blamed Ji Shurong for all his faults, as if he had forgotten how nice Ji Shurong was to Jiang Jing before.

The car finally drove out of the downtown area, and the spacious road was unimpeded.

Jiang Jing was blown by the wind and had a headache for a while. His face was a little ugly, and he couldn't help interrupting Jiang Zheng: "I was the one who was tempted first, and I seduced him. If you want to scold me, scold me, it has nothing to do with him."

"To shut up!"

Jiang Zheng stepped on the throttle, and the remaining roads did not speak anymore. The sound of wind filled all the gaps. Jiang Jing was cold from his fingertips to his heart.

The door of the room was kicked open, He Yan and He Shiyun were startled by the noise.

Jiang Jing was dragged upstairs when the cell phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

Jiang Zheng in front of him stopped, snatched the phone from his hand, and then slammed it on the ground. There was a muffled bang, and the ringing stopped abruptly.

The screen of the mobile phone was torn apart, and debris splashed into the air.

Jiang Jing froze for a moment, then struggled violently: "Let me go!"

"Where are you going? Are you going to find that man? You're dreaming!" Jiang Zheng's face was ashen, and he grabbed his school uniform tightly, almost tearing it to pieces.

He Yan took a step forward to persuade the fight: "Speak up if you have something to say, don't do anything..."

Before he finished speaking, the furious Jiang Zheng raised his hand and slapped Jiang Jing.

This palm used so much strength that Jiang Jing almost fell down the steps.

There was a buzzing in his head, and before Jiang Jing could recover, he was dragged into a storage room by Jiang Zheng. The door closed in front of his eyes, and Jiang Zheng's voice came through the door.

"You think about it for me in it, and when you admit your mistake, I will let you out."

"Why don't you answer the phone?" Yang Xiao muttered and put down the phone, looked up and smiled at Ji Shurong: "I should go out, he didn't take his schoolbag, he will be back later."

Ji Shurong's complexion improved a lot after sleeping, his eyes fell on the dried blood on the floor, and he said, "Go buy some band-aids."

"What do you want a band-aid for?" Yang Xiao frowned and said, "Where did you get hurt?"

"It's not me." Ji Shurong said, "It's Xiaojing."

Yang Xiao felt relieved, scratched her head and said, "Okay, I'll go buy it now."

Ji Shurong leaned against the pillow, and changed his position after a long time.

He reached for the bouquet on the table, the roses had withered due to lack of moisture.

The bright red has become dull and dull, and the branches and leaves are dry and drooping.

Some people say that when the roses wither, they will send him a new bouquet of flowers.

But Ji Shurong waited for a long time, but he still couldn't see the late bouquet of flowers.