stand-in model

Jiang Liang sat on the bed and watched Aunt Zhou prepare vegetables for him, hiding the storm in his eyes, and the special medicine was placed in a portable medicine box on the side.

Aunt Zhou looked at Jiang Liang carefully after eating, and then swallowed the medicine, then removed the table and closed the bedroom door to let Jiang Liang have a good rest.

When the door slammed shut, Jiang Liang risked another injury to his leg, dragging his legs abruptly into the attached bathroom in the bedroom.

He lifted the toilet lid, lay down on the toilet and vomited out the food and medicine he had eaten.

Jiang Liang's face was a little pale, he stood in front of the mirror and looked at his disfigured self in the mirror, feeling sad and sad.

Look at yourself, Jiang Liang.What kind of ghost do you live your life like, you can't even control your own life and death.

You deserve to live a lie all your life.

Su Ziru's eyes and bloody look entered Jiang Liang's dream again after his nap.

He didn't want to rest anymore, every time he closed his eyes, he looked like Su Ziru, and he asked the bodyguard to bring him a wheelchair.

Jiang Liang pushed away the bodyguard, and operated the wheelchair to turn around in every corner of the first floor of the apartment.Perhaps because of Jiang Liang's jump from the building last time, the other three people in the apartment kept a close distance from Jiang Liang, for fear that something would happen to him.

It was precisely because the distance was not far or near that the other three heard Jiang Liang's whispers.

"I know this is all yours, I won't fight with you, and don't bother me."

"You can come back alive if you die, take him away, I don't expect things that don't belong to me"

"Look, this staircase is the favorite style he chose for you. I know it, and I know it."

Jiang Liang steered the wheelchair around and around under the wooden stairs. A bodyguard noticed something was wrong and asked Zhou Yuan softly, "Did Mr. Jiang take his medicine on time today?"

"Eat, I'll watch what you eat." Zhou Yuan moved her body back slightly, answering the bodyguard's question, but her eyes fell firmly on Jiang Liang not far away.

This person's eyes are still clear, so it's just... Maybe he wants to chat and go out.

After all, I was trapped here for many days and never went out.

But thinking about her husband's instructions today, she could only suppress the little thought in her heart.

After 10 minutes, Jiang Liang finally stopped circling. He looked up at the bedroom he used to live in at the stairway, and he was pressed on the wheelchair by the bodyguard the moment he made the movement of getting up.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Jiang. Mr. has ordered you not to go upstairs."

Jiang Liang looked at the tough bodyguard beside him, but his thoughts ran counter to Rong Sheng's.

"He moved something upstairs with me?"

"No." The bodyguard retorted immediately.

"No, then why didn't you let me go to that bedroom?" Jiang Liang hit the stairs with a wheelchair, questioning the bodyguard in his words, and he remembered the rose in the paper bag under the bed in his bedroom.

"Get up, I want to go up." He pushed the bodyguard away, and was about to get up by himself. The two bodyguards didn't dare to really do anything to Jiang Liang. Seeing that Jiang Liang was struggling too much, they could only surround Jiang Liang Keep people out of wheelchairs.

Seeing this, Aunt Zhou stepped forward to appease Jiang Liang's dry mood, and said with a warm smile, "Does Mr. Jiang need anything? I'll go up and find it for you.

The bodyguard on one side had a tough attitude, and it was useless for him to persist.

"Then trouble Aunt Zhou to take the kraft paper bag under my bed upstairs. That thing..." Jiang Liang paused, thinking of the scene of him meeting that rose for the first time, and said: "It is very important to me."

After speaking, Jiang Liang pushed the wheelchair and went to the French window honestly, looking at the scenery outside the window.

The snow outside has not melted yet, still carrying the chill of winter.February [-]th... It will be New Year's Eve in a few days, and it's time for me to visit Father Jiang and Mother Jiang.

At the side, Aunt Zhou pulled the bodyguard and looked at Jiang Liang's figure and whispered, "Mister packed up the things in the bedroom upstairs that day. Let's look around, don't let Mr. Jiang know that things are temporarily missing."

The other two bodyguards nodded and went upstairs to look around.

Jiang Liang raised his eyes and cast his eyes through the window to watch them get together to discuss and then leave, his eyes fell on the landline on one side.

He heard what Zhou Yuan said, the things couldn't be found, it was Rong Sheng who did it-is this nothing left for him?

The wheelchair was steered by Jiang Liang to the table. He looked up at the three people who were hurrying in various rooms upstairs, and silently picked up the landline and dialed the phone number that he was very familiar with and had memorized in his heart.

"Hey, it's me." Jiang Liang said with a gentle expression and a cold voice: "Rong Sheng, where did you put my things upstairs last time, I want Aunt Zhou to help me find it."

Rong Sheng, who just got off the plane, glanced at the time on his phone, and said without thinking too much: "They're all in the basement on the first floor. If you're looking for anything, just call them. I'll be right back."

"Okay." Jiang Liang smiled and hung up the phone.Then he put down the landline and turned his head to stare at the door leading to the basement under the stairs.

Five minutes later, the bodyguards rushed down to the first floor because they didn't see Jiang Liang who was watching the scenery by the window.

The basement was small and cramped. He didn't turn on the light when he came in. He got up from the seat and walked into the bedroom by himself, leaning on the wall. It was inevitable to stumble along the way.

He searched for his rose in the dim environment by the light outside.

It was very messy inside, his bed frame, bedside table, and wardrobe were all dismantled and placed here.He listened to the noise and calling outside and didn't make a sound.

Because the door to the basement is under the stairs, no one will find him for a while.

The three people outside searched the house several times, finally opened the door, and went out of the apartment to find someone.

If they were a little calmer, maybe they would call for surveillance first, but they couldn't calm down, and Jiang Liang didn't plan to go out on his own initiative.

When he was sweating profusely and breathing hard, Jiang Liang finally found the abandoned withered rose in the corner.

The kraft paper bag had been torn open, and only a dry rose that had been sealed in a vacuum bag fell there.

He stepped faster, enduring the pain of a broken calf and fell in front of Rose.

Jiang Liang was panting heavily, and couldn't help crying because of the pain in her legs or because of the unhappiness of life all the time.

There were buzzing sounds in his ears, and his hands were tightly grasping the edge of the vacuum bag, so sharp that it sank into his flesh and blood.

"Ginger cool" "Ginger cool"

"Rongsheng is mine" "You have to give him back to me"

"The rose is mine too" "It's all mine"

His lips trembled, his eyes were dodgy and crazy.

Su Ziru came again, urging him to return Rong Sheng to him, but he didn't take it.

Roses... Roses were given to him by Rong Sheng.

He didn't ask Rong Sheng for it.

This rose is his.

is his.

He thought of the day Jiang's mother committed suicide and was helpless at the door of the emergency room alone; he thought of the pain of the blade falling into flesh and blood that day.

Thinking of the sudden life in his eyes when the rose fell on the seat.

Jiang Liang stumbled and supported the wall to stand up, with a lighter and a fruit knife at his feet.

It's all gone.

He picked up the two objects in a daze, and dragged his injured leg out of the basement.

When Rong Sheng and the other three returned to the apartment in a hurry, Jiang Liang stood alone on the stairs.

He sat on the railing of the flat steps in the middle, holding a rose in his arms, his face full of anxiety and madness.

Rong Sheng was uneasy along the way, and when he saw that Jiang Liang was intact, he was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.

It's just that this person's pale face and blank expression stopped Rong Sheng's progress.

"Jiang Jiang, don't move, I'll take you down." Rong Sheng approached Jiang Liang cautiously, but not as fast as Jiang Liang.

Jiang Liang held a lighter in his hand, and he took out the rose in his arms.The next moment the fire was lit and quickly devoured the rose in Jiang Liang's hand.

Jiang Liang watched blankly as the bouquet of flowers fell from his hand onto the wooden stairs and gradually set fire to the stairs, igniting them.

"Jiang Liang!" In a moment, Rong Sheng dropped the things in his hand and ran up the stairs, but soon, he heard the sound of a knife being stabbed into the body.

Jiang Liang stood there with flames behind him, but there was a knife stuck in his chest, which was blood red.

Rong Sheng panicked for a moment, rushed up the stairs, endured the high temperature and hugged Jiang Liang who had committed suicide, his tears couldn't help but burst out.

After that phone call, he should have sensed that something was wrong.Jiang Liang never took the initiative to call him, but he missed it because of his negligence.

The fire quickly engulfed the stairs that made Jiang Liang uncomfortable.

Aunt Zhou called 119 and then 120.

The other bodyguards and Rong Sheng's entourage put out the fire with the fire extinguisher in the apartment, and only then did the fire be brought under control in time.

Jiang Liang's chest kept bleeding, but the corner of the man's mouth kept rising, and there was even a sound similar to laughter of scolding and scolding in his throat.

"It... it's gone, it's gone, heh! Heh!" Jiang Liang lowered his hands, but looked at the stairs that had turned into ashes with unsteady eyes.

"It's gone. The roses... the roses are gone."

The rose is Jiang Liang's desire to survive. He used to rely on that rose to survive the most difficult period, but now, he destroyed that extraordinary rose with his own hands.

Of course Rong Sheng didn't know how important that rose was to Jiang Liang, he just thought it was Jiang Liang's favorite.

"I'll send you off when you're well. Whether it's roses or roses, I'll give you all."

"You can't leave me alone."

Rong Sheng's voice was choked up, and fear took over in his heart.

Jiang Liang didn't want to hear any more, he retracted his head into Rong Sheng's arms, but he smelled incense - that's what people would use to worship the dead.

He, after all, cannot compare.

Jiang Liang scolded and laughed, and said, "Rong Sheng...does he hate me?...That's...Su Ziru's favorite style of stairs."

"If...if I don't die this time...I will definitely drag you...forget it...I'll just...go on my way." After all, I can't bear to take you to hell.

After Jiang Liang finished speaking, he kept coughing, and the blood stained his and Rong Sheng's clothes red, which seemed to be a scene of suffering together.

Rong Sheng on the side held his hand and begged him not to abandon himself.

But Jiang Liang didn't want to.

He was 26 years old, and he could finally draw a full stop.

Su Ziru, I don't want Rong Sheng anymore, I will return it to you.

I knew I wasn't good enough, so I never dared to expect extravagantly.I was terrified to take one more step.

I'm not actually a stand-in role model. During these four years, I devoted myself with my body and mind.

I really love him, but I dare not in the future.