stand-in model

"Mr. Jiang was treated in a timely manner, and there will not be too much risk. President Rong doesn't have to worry."

The doctor stood at the window of the intensive care unit and looked at Jiang Liang, who was lying in it and had completed the operation, and Rong Sheng, who was in a state of embarrassment, was on one side.

The expensive suit was wrinkled a lot and was stained with Jiang Liang's blood.

This kind of mess should not appear on the president of the Rong family, nor should it appear on a top performer in the entertainment industry.

"I'm sorry to bother you." Rong Sheng put his hand on the glass, and his shoulders, which had been straight up all the time, could finally hang down.

The doctor didn't stay for long, and after exchanging a few words with him, he left the intensive care unit.

The nurse in the ward had already left, and he was sitting alone on the sofa, looking up at the white ceiling, feeling powerless all over his body, making him not want to move.

Aunt Zhou said that she personally watched Jiang Liang take the medicine today.

After the afternoon nap, Jiang Liang pushed the wheelchair and looked at the wooden stairs again and again, and asked today's date.

He kept yelling as he walked around the stairs.

"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."

They didn't understand these words and things at the time, but Rong Sheng knew.

When he was angry, he told Jiang Liang before that the stairs were handled according to Su Ziru's favorite style, and he also promised Jiang Liang that there would be no more similar things to Su Ziru.

Only then he forgot to deal with it.

But he didn't expect Jiang Liang to be so serious.

But what happened to that rose?

He had never seen Jiang Liang take out that rose.

When Rong Sheng thought of Jiang Liang's crazy appearance, he was afraid for a while.

Because these can only prove that Jiang Liang's condition is getting worse.But he didn't have a reliable doctor in his hand, so where would he go to find a good psychiatrist.

He suddenly remembered his other long-term partner—Wen Zhijin.

Everyone in the circle knows that his lover has autism, so Wen Zhijin will definitely be recommended by a good psychologist.

Thinking of this, he quickly took out his mobile phone to contact Wen Zhijin.

"Mr. Wen, it's me. The situation is urgent. Let me make a long story short. Can you recommend me a psychologist with better qualifications?"

"What's wrong with Mr. Rong?" Wen Zhijin was eating the orange peeled by his own wife, and kissed his lover next to him, with the air of a king not going to court early.

"I..." Rong Sheng didn't know how to describe the relationship between him and Jiang Liang. After a pause for a few seconds, he said, "My wife seems to be under a lot of pressure recently. I'm worried, and I want to consult a doctor."

"Jiang Liang?" Wen Zhijin remembered that recently there were rumors in the circle that Rong Sheng had kidnapped the actor Jiang Liang who had been following him from the airport, but he still didn't believe it.Everyone needs to see a psychiatrist now, and you have to believe it if you don’t believe it.

"I laughed at Mr. Wen, I really need it in a hurry, do you have any recommendations?" Rong Sheng looked sideways at Jiang Liang, who was fragile on the hospital bed, his heart was broken and messed up.

He used to think that it was good for Jiang Liang to stay by his side, but now seeing Jiang Liang committing suicide again and again, he just felt numb and heartbroken.

This is not only torturing Jiang Liang, but also torturing him.

So he had to find a good psychiatrist to treat Jiang Liang.

He wants Jiang Liang who loves to smile and is gentle, he wants Jiang Liang who is always with him.

"No problem, I will send the contact information to Mr. Rong. However, I still have to say one more thing,"

Wen Zhijin readily agreed. He held his 20-year-old lover in his arms, hesitated for a moment and said, "Sometimes, don't be too expensive, and don't look down on love too much. You have to look forward, and your lover should respect each other."

"I know, thank you, Mr. Wen."

Rong Sheng hung up the phone, and after a while, the contact information of the psychiatrist was sent on his mobile phone, and he connected directly without asking Cheng Yesi outside the ward.

Wen Zhijin on the other side put down his phone, hugged Tang Ju in his arms and kissed, then kissed again.Seeing the little fool holding his tie in his hands and smiling at him from time to time, he felt satisfied. Fortunately, his wife was soft-hearted and he was smart, so he didn't need to chase after his wife in embarrassment.

The psychiatrist in the ward was communicating and investigating with Jiang Liang who had woken up, while outside the ward, Rong Sheng raised his eyes from his notebook and looked at Jiang Liang in the window from time to time through the glass.

The man's neck was fair, as if it would glow white, and because of his poor mental and physical condition, the already spacious hospital gown was like a sack to him.

The wide trousers fell on Jiang Liang's empty instep. He hugged his legs and tilted his head expressionlessly. He paid attention to the doctor from time to time, and other times he buried his head and looked out the window.

Seeing this scene, Rong Sheng felt unspeakably uncomfortable.

His heart felt like it had been pricked by a needle. The pain made him breathless and unable to swallow.

Moreover, Jiang Liang's attitude towards him was extremely weak and repulsive.

As long as he entered the ward, this person would naturally ignore him, either bow his head or bury himself in the quilt.

No matter what he said, Jiang Liang didn't answer.Even when he brought up the matter of going to see Jiang's mother, he would not throw things on himself to make him go away like before.

Jiang Liang looked indifferent from the beginning to the end.

Everything is his fault.

The creaking sound resounded in the corridor, and he was getting closer and closer to Rong Sheng. He was a little dissatisfied. After all, this is the intensive care unit vacated for Jiang Liang to treat diseases. Who would dare to make such a big noise.

But when he saw the person coming, he suddenly couldn't say any words of reprimand.

Wu Yu had a murderous look on his face, and the high heels under his feet wanted to step on the floor, while Henry Zhang, who was in charge of the pick-up, trotted behind Wu Yu with his small flat shoes, yelling not to sprain his feet.

The notebook in her arms was pushed away by Wu Yu and fell to the ground. She raised her hand and grabbed Rong Sheng's cuff, ignoring other people's eyes, and dragged him into the fire escape.

Henry Zhang stood outside the door and did not enter.

"Do you have to drive him crazy!" Wu Yu raised his hand and slapped Rong Sheng's face resoundingly, two lines of tears streaming down his face.

"What on earth do you want to do? He has no mother, it's pitiful enough. You can just give him a little mercy and let him go, won't you?"

"Not good." Rong Sheng raised his hand to wipe away the blood dripping from the skin cut by his nails, the red marks on his face were a bit eye-catching. "Even if Jiang Liang dies, his ashes must be left to me."

This is the second time he has been beaten by others, but he is not angry.

Wu Yu hit him just because he cared too much about Jiang Liang.Everything was indeed his fault, even if Wu Yu slapped him again today, he would accept it.

"What happened to him that day? How could he commit suicide!"

Wu Yu's sharp voice was recalled in the empty fire escape, but grief and indignation were also spreading.

"Because... because I went to pay homage to Su Ziru, and the stairs at home are also the style Su Ziru likes, so he was stimulated."

"What else?" Wu Yu squeezed the fabric of the clothes with both hands, and couldn't stop crying: "It can't be just like this. I heard Henry Zhang said that he also burned a rose, didn't he?"

Rong Sheng frowned tightly and did not make a sound, and finally nodded under Wu Yu's interrogating eyes.

He didn't know what the meaning of the rose was. The incident happened suddenly that day, and Jiang Liang held the rose in his arms, as if he should cherish it very much.But why would it be lit later?

This is also what Rong Sheng couldn't understand.

Soon, Rong Sheng learned the meaning of that rose from Wu Yu.

"That's what you left for him, Rong Sheng. Because that's what you left for him."

"Jiang Liang likes you, no, he should love you for eight years." A bitter smile appeared on Wu Yu's face, and she finally got the pleasure of revenge when she saw Rong Sheng's surprised and flustered expression.

"How could it be? Eight years ago, I didn't even..."

"You didn't know him at all eight years ago, and you don't remember him." Wu Yu continued his words and continued: "Eight years ago, Jiang's father passed away, Jiang Yingxian was depressed, and the burden of the whole family fell on 19-year-old Jiang Liang. The compensation is a lot , but it couldn’t cover the cost of Jiang’s mother’s treatment. He wore stars and moons every day, worked everywhere, and suffered terribly. Later, Jiang Yingxian committed suicide, and the doctor issued four critical illness notices.”

Speaking of this, Wu Yu's voice was a little choked up. The 19-year-old boy should have spread his wings and fantasized about a bright future, but Jiang Liang was strangled in place by chains.

"He couldn't accept the changes in his life, and couldn't bear Mother Jiang's imminent departure. So he chose to commit suicide."

"He told me that the knife was very long at the time, and it was made with great force. When he made the second knife, you sent people to the door of the emergency room. You sat on the chair next to him."

"He who was injured at the time secretly touched the withered rose in your hand, and then you dropped that rose on the bench. Since then, the boy has entered his eyes, and the rose has entered his arms."

Wu Yu smiled and pushed away the sluggish Rong Sheng, pointing at Rong Sheng with red manicure, she said the swear words that she never said: "What kind of good man are you, you have made him think about it for eight years! Rose saved his life back then, and today you will directly kill him."

"It was the withered rose that he held in his arms as a treasure for eight years."

The corridor was empty and cold, and the door that Wu Yu slammed angrily slammed harshly.

Rong Sheng was like a person who was knocked unconscious by a mallet, and there was a lot of noise in his mind.

That's right, it's just a withered rose, but Jiang Liang has cherished it for eight years.

Maybe he should be happy, because Jiang Liang has liked him for eight years.But he is also very sad, because all his actions have led to Jiang Liang's today.

He obviously likes him, but he is willing to accompany him as a substitute; he is obviously wronged, but he never expresses his love.

Rong Sheng remembered the words he insulted Jiang Liang, and the way Jiang Liang looked at him.At that time, he thought that Jiang Liang's acting skills were too good, and even called Jiang Liang a model stand-in.

There's no such thing as a stand-in role model, it's obviously Jiang Liang's true colors playing the role, from beginning to end.

He still remembers the warmth in Jiang Liang's eyes, the gentleness of talking and laughing, and the daily meals.

Like a fool, I was trapped in the same place by Su Ziru's death for 11 years.

Jiang Liang, however, is like a mime actor singing alone with his water sleeves waving, he never took a step towards Jiang Liang.

And Jiang Liang just stood beside him without saying a word, suppressing his inner liking, suppressing his inner love, like a sneaky child for four years.

In the past four years, what kind of mood did Jiang Liang accompany her?Every year on February [-]th, does Jiang Liang stay up all night, watching someone he likes mourn Su Ziru?

He was so wrong that he couldn't believe it.

How could he not notice that Jiang Liang treated him differently?

Rong Sheng forgot how he returned to the ward, and how he held Jiang Liang's hand.

All he knew was that he was suffering.

He wanted to say sorry to Jiang Liang; he wanted to tell Jiang Liang that he loved him too; he wanted to tell Jiang Liang that he said in front of Su Ziru's tomb that he fell in love with Jiang Liang.

But when he touched Jiang Liang's vigilant and bored eyes, he was left with a hollowness in his heart.Why is the wind in the north so cold, it's so cold that Rong Sheng's heart hurts, and it's so cold that it's hard to cover the heart of loving people.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't know you loved me for so many years."

Rong Sheng lowered his head, tears slipped from his eyes, he knelt on the ground and held Jiang Liang's hand.

Why is love always so embarrassing and sad.

Rong Sheng is the grass grows and the warbler flies, it is mutual admiration, it is mutual admiration.At that time, the love between him and Su Ziru had just begun, but God was merciless, Rong Sheng watched his young lover die before his eyes.

Since then, he didn't dare to take another step in his relationship, because he couldn't let go of Su Ziru and felt guilty for Su Ziru.

No one taught him how to love others well, how to discover and return others' love.

So he would only hurt Jiang Liang who was silent with him again and again.

If he met Jiang Liang's Rong Sheng, who had an ordinary past, why wouldn't he reply to Jiang Liang?

This person is so kind to him, how could he be willing not to respond.

Everything was wrong, wrong since they met four years ago.

The slender and cold fingertips landed on the corner of Rong Sheng's eyes, and he raised his hand to wipe away the tears that kept falling down.

Jiang Liang sighed, watching the usually cold and decisive person with red eyes at this moment, knelt on the ground begging him for forgiveness, and finally could only say: "Don't cry, Rong Sheng."

"do not Cry."

"We haven't been suitable since we met. Everything is predestined. Can you let me go?"

"I want to live in another place, preferably without anyone I know. When I don't hate you, can we meet again?"

This was the first time Jiang Liang had spoken to him since the accident, but what Rong Sheng wanted to hear was not what he said.

He didn't want to be separated from Jiang Liang, he was afraid that after Jiang Liang left, he would not want him.But he was afraid that Jiang Liang's condition would get worse because of his refusal.

So he nodded in Jiang Liang's eager eyes.

Rong Sheng bowed his waist and lowered his head because of love.

The top performer in the entertainment industry and the president of the Rong Group, whom everyone admired and feared, finally dropped his knee beside an ordinary person and shed tears.

I don't know love when I'm young, and I don't know people later.I have been wrong for eight years, but now I know it.