stand-in model

This time, Rong Sheng was determined to keep Jiang Liang by his side. He secretly planned several ideas on how to treat Jiang Liang. The resentment in his heart was like cutting up this person who wanted to die. broken.

He always thought that Jiang Liang's refusal to agree to him and not falling in love with him again was the most difficult thing. It was like trying to sprint 800 meters and want to speed up when he couldn't catch his breath.

But now after so many experiences, he realized that the fact that Jiang Liang wanted to die was the hardest thing to change.Because no matter how much he said or did, he couldn't make Jiang Liang cherish his life.

Since he couldn't change Jiang Liang's mind, he could only forcibly intervene, even if Jiang Liang was guarded like a prisoner and watched 24 hours a day, he was willing.

Jiang Liang opened his eyes when he was awake, and what fell into his sleepy eyes was the pungent smell of disinfectant and the attractive smell of roses on the top of the white head in the ward.

Neither heaven nor hell will taste like this.

Heaven is probably full of fragrances and flowers. If it is better, there may be flower fields after flowers, and there will be angels to guide the way.

And hell is probably the bloody smell that hits the nose, and there will be black and white Wuchang holding him with a chain to lock him up, pulling him away by force.

"I'm still alive." Jiang Liang touched the chest where he had inserted the sharp fruit knife with his hand dangling the needle, sighed, and murmured with a dull pain in his throat.

The lights in the ward were not turned on, and it was very dark. Jiang Liang did not see Rong Sheng who was sitting on the sofa in the corner and staring at him closely.

"Why are you still alive?"

Jiang Liang blinked, feeling a little bitter in her heart, and a tear fell from the corner of her eye.

He committed suicide four times without success. Could it be that his luck is too bad that even Lord Yan is unwilling to accept him?

The first time he committed suicide, a withered rose made him crawl to the nurse to save himself.

The second suicide, falling from the second floor, did not kill him.

For the third time, he committed suicide, buried flowers in the fire, and stabbed his heart with a dagger in the chest, but he was still alive.

The fourth time he committed suicide, he took sleeping pills, and the blade was stained with blood. When he woke up, he didn’t go to heaven, but he didn’t go to hell. Now he is still alive in the hospital bed.

Jiang Liang raised the hand that was holding the needle, and raised the other hand as a gesture to tear off the medical tape and pulled out the infusion needle.

"what are you going to do?"

This voice was cool and serious, and Jiang Liang knew who this person was almost subconsciously. He was so familiar that he could meet this person every day for four years, so familiar that as long as he heard a word, he would know this person.

Seeing Jiang Liang raising his hand to pull out the needle, Rong Sheng on the sofa in the corner finally couldn't sit still and made a sound.

"Want to pull out the needle? Do you want to run or commit suicide? No, you should run first and then commit suicide." Rong Sheng's folded legs fell heavily on the ground, and the heels of his black leather shoes slapped against the tiles on the ground.

As he walked towards Jiang Liang, he said: "How about the roof of the hospital? You don't need to be rescued if you jump down, you will definitely die; or jump from here? Just find a fast car on the main road at the door and rush over."

Jiang Liang watched Rong Sheng walk faster and faster, and his whole body became more and more agitated. It's not a matter of speaking indiscriminately, but the anger and resentment are about to overflow.

"Why are you here?" Jiang Liang hurriedly ignored the needle in his hand, lifted the quilt and was about to leave this bed, or this hospital, he seemed to think of something and said, "You send someone to follow me!"

"I sent someone to follow you?" Rong Sheng sneered when he heard Jiang Liang's words, rushed forward and pressed Jiang Liang who was about to escape from the hospital bed, and said with anger in his eyes: "Follow you? Dear, do you know you Ran to my old lair? Huh? This Suzhou is where our Rong family took root, because I like you, so all dignitaries who see you must notify me."

"If they hadn't informed me, how would I know that you promised to be good verbally, but committed suicide secretly?"

Rong Sheng skillfully squeezed Jiang Liang's hand, tore off the medical tape, pulled out the needle on the back of Jiang Liang's hand, and then pressed both hands on Jiang Liang's side, leaving Jiang Liang nowhere to hide.

"Do you think that the location of the Tibetan medicine tablet is very good, an excellent location? If I didn't accidentally pour water on it, I wouldn't know you did it."

Jiang Liang listened to what he had done one by one being peeled off by Rong Sheng and laid out in front of his eyes, but he lost so much emotion in his heart.

"Why are you so angry? I know that medicine is expensive, and I can lose money to you."

Jiang Liang's indifferent attitude completely annoyed Rong Sheng, he raised his hand and put the rose vase on one side of the Buddha on the ground, and put his hands on Jiang Liang's neck, wishing he could strangle this man to death.

But just like what Rong Mingzhou said.

After all, this person planned and took it to heart, no matter how much he tossed about it, he couldn't bear it.

"Do you think it's the pills that I feel sorry for? Is it the tens of thousands of dollars behind each tablet? It's because you don't feel sorry for yourself at all, it's because you treat your life like nothing, and it's because you repeatedly commit suicide to torment me."

"I have obviously worked very hard, why can't I still be a hand for you to stay in this world and persist in this world?"

"Why can't you stop and look back at me?"

"Rong Sheng, why?" Jiang Liang raised his hand and held Rong Sheng's wrist behind his back, trying hard to break free, "I've been waiting for you for eight years, even if you didn't do a lot of bad things later, what about the previous ones? "

"I've been waiting for you for eight years, until you turn around. In the end, you only paid so little, and you want me to sit with you calmly?"

Shards of glass and roses lay on the tiles in the ward.

Everything is broken and beautiful, painful and unbearable.

Rong Sheng's hand holding Jiang Liang's shoulder trembled a little. After a long time, his voice was hoarse, as if he was suppressing some pain, and said: "I don't need you to respond to me, I just need you to take your own life. I really just want This thing."

"Impossible. Even dreaming is impossible." Jiang Liang said with a smile on his face: "I let my madness and my life go by, and no one can hinder me."

No one can save him, he has given up saving himself.

"In this case, don't try to hinder me from doing what I want to do." Rong Sheng got up and let go of Jiang Liang, but raised his hand and rang the calling bell.

Before Jiang Liang could ask what Rong Sheng was going to do, the door of the ward was opened, and three or four nurses appeared with restraint belts, followed by a doctor pushing a medicine trolley.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Liang showed panic, subconsciously trying to avoid the falling restraint belt, but Rong Sheng pinned him down on the bed.

"You can struggle, but no matter how much blood you bleed from your chest today, as long as you still have a breath, I will not let you go."

Rong Sheng stuck in Jiang Liang's ear and said, when the nurse tied the restraint belt, the doctor on the side picked up the injection, stuck it directly on Jiang Liang's arm, and then pushed it in.

Jiang Liang's last impression fell on Rong Sheng's somewhat wry smile.