【Double Life】The Redeemer

"?" Tao Ran was surprised. He and Liang Chuan were childhood sweethearts. When they were young, each other lacked love and was not liked. They were just trained as tool people. Whether they are in good health or not, they have undergone constant operations. They have never seen each other cry..."Why? ?”

why?

Because he stabbed a knife in his heart, and the knife saw blood.

"Liang He, talking about things outside of our country is irritating! irritating him."

"No...he doesn't look like... well, forget it, in short, An Jia, Liang Chuan takes you very seriously, you two should be together well, as a friend, I want to ask for Liang Chuan, do you really love him?"

"Love." An Jia didn't hesitate for a moment. He always had an answer to this question. If you asked him if he hated Liang Chuan, he would hesitate.

"That's good, I'll talk to Liang Chuan in private."

...

Liang Chuan fell ill. At first it was just a cold. Later, he had a persistent high fever and a lung infection. He was hospitalized for a long time, and he was discharged back to his villa only one month before Chinese New Year.

After rebirth, this is An Jia's second time lying down in this villa. The yard is not full of camellias, and the flower house is full of blood-red camellias in winter because of the greenhouse.

An Jia felt a short suffocation, and her complexion turned pale uncontrollably.

Liang Chuan just glanced at him, and asked him if he was not feeling well. An Jia controlled his emotions and said he was fine.

Liang Chuan said yes, he sat on the sofa and tilted his head to look at An Jia who was pouring water for him for a while, "It's your first time here, and it feels very familiar."

"..." An Jia handed him water, "Is there any?"

Liang Chuan drank the water quietly, and An Jia untied his neck, very delicate and gentle, he even pinched Liang Chuan's face boldly and affectionately, "Uncle Liang, you have lost a lot of weight."

"Is it out of shape? Isn't it ugly?" He asked with a smile, and there was a gentle light in his blue eyes.

"No, the beauty is the best." An Jia said seriously, "Uncle Liang, don't work so hard, I'll take care of you."

Liang Chuan finished drinking the water and put down the water glass, "I want to give Xiaojia some more. Uncle Liang is so much older than you, and his health is not good. He may leave suddenly one day, so Uncle Liang wants to give it to Xiaojia with all his strength. Xiaojia everything."

The gentle smile on An Jia's face faded little by little, and became very plain, "It sounds very affectionate, but, Uncle Liang, that would be too selfish."

"..." Liang Chuan pursed his lips and remained silent.

"If Uncle Liang really loves me, he will try his best to survive and accompany me. After you leave, you will give me everything. I will live alone. Guilt, self-blame and longing are worse than death."

"...I see." Liang Chuan nodded to express his understanding.

He was very tired soon, and fell asleep on the sofa. When An Jia picked him up, he didn't wake up. Naturally, he couldn't wake up. He put sleeping pills on him.

Liang Chuan had a big sleep problem, which was discovered when An Jia was taking care of him in the hospital.

Too light.

This person rarely sleeps five hours a day.

Once, he found that Liang Chuan sat up, there was no sound of crying, but he kept crying, as if the faucet was broken.

An Jia asked him why he was crying again, Liang Chuan just smiled, wiped away the tears that were not clean, and said calmly: "My eyes are broken, I don't want to cry."

After seeing the ophthalmologist, there was no problem. In the end, it could only be said that it was a psychological problem. It was discovered that he was taking psychotropic drugs. The doctor told him to stop, but An Jia could always find it in his pocket.

Tao Ran kept asking him why he was like this, but he kept silent.

An Jia also asked, but after asking two or three times, he didn't ask again, he knew everything.

He put Liang Chuan on the bed, which was smoky gray, and Liang Chuan, who was trapped in the soft bed, seemed to be trapped in a whirlpool that he couldn't struggle out of.

He stretched out his hand to caress Liang Chuan's face lovingly. The other's breath was very shallow, and when sprayed on his hand, it was as soft as a feather.

"You are affectionate." An Jia smiled, "tortured myself into such a ghostly state... To be honest, my heart hurts and I can't bear it, but I am very tired."

"My ruined life cannot be offset by affection." An Jia's eyes were flushed.