【Double Life】The Redeemer

Liang Chuan didn't respond to his arrival at all.

Breathing slightly stagnant, An Jia squatted beside Liang Chuan, and he tentatively called out, "Uncle Liang."

There was the sound of the wind, the sound of each other's breathing, but there was no answer from Liang Chuan.

An Jia saw that Liang Chuan squinted his eyes and looked into the distance for a while, then lowered his head and held the photo frame in his hand, his eyelashes drooping, leaving a shadow.

An Jia could clearly see that Liang Chuan raised the corners of his lips and smiled gently.

However, the person he was looking at was in front of his eyes, so why did he bother to look at a photo?

Huge panic spread in his heart, An Jia grabbed Liang Chuan's hand, "Uncle Liang, Liang Chuan, I'm here!"

His voice was a little loud, Liang Chuan seemed to be frightened, and turned to look at him in confusion.

The eyes are still very beautiful, sapphire blue, and under the light of the setting sun, they look very psychedelic and beautiful.

But he just looked at him steadily, blinked his eyes, and still didn't speak.

The whole person is like an exquisite puppet without life and emotion.

Without any emotion, An Jia let An Jia hold her hand.

He stared at An Jia blankly, without any fluctuation in mood.

An Jia's heart sank.

His lips are trembling, is this fulfilling his wish?Liang Chuan finally became an unconscious person.

In the dark eyes, emotions collapsed and despair swept.

"Uncle Liang, your love makes me sick." This is what he said to the man in front of him, he remembered.

He makes men eat!Psychotropic drugs, he's going to make him a fool...he's going to take revenge...

he wants revenge...

An Jia felt that it was difficult to breathe. He lowered his head and panted heavily. The pain made his limbs feel like they were being roasted by fire. Tears rolled in his eyes. In the end, he still endured it.

God wants to play tricks on him, let him be born again, he hates him to take revenge on Liang Chuan, and then make him lose his memory, let him understand what kind of life he really wants, and let him regain his memory...

Let him face it, to what extent did he push Liang Chuan...

An Jia's emotions were collapsing, and then he realized that he seemed to be holding Liang Chuan's hand too tightly. He let go of it hastily, and in his sight, Liang Chuan's wrist had been pinched purple.

The other party didn't cry out, and just looked down at the photo with his head down.

"Does it hurt?" he asked.

no answer,

"I'm in pain, Uncle Liang." An Jia smiled self-deprecatingly. He stood up, feeling that his body was so heavy that it was difficult to take steps.

He walked to Aunt Lu who was worried and asked, "Is there a medicine box? Aunt Lu."

"Hey...yes, Xiaojia, you...don't be too sad, Mr. Liang, he...will be cured." Aunt Lu comforted the young man while looking at the bloodshot eyes.

An Jia nodded absently.

Bringing the medicine box, An Jia lowered her head and wiped Liang Chuan's wrists.Liang Chuan was very obedient, he didn't say a word, and let others do things.

Seeing that it was getting dark, Aunt Lu said from the side, "Xiaojia, it's getting dark and it's windy at night, take Mr. Liang back to the house."

"Hmm..." An Jia came back from a trance. He wanted to open his mouth and tell Liang Chuan to go back to the room, but this person had no reaction to anything he said.

"You hold Mr. Liang's hand, and he will leave with you."

An Jia held Liang Chuan's hand and exerted some pressure, but the other party followed him obediently.

After entering the house and taking him to the living room to sit down, Liang Chuan put the photo frame on the coffee table, got up by himself, and poured water.

Except for ignoring people, he looks like a normal person.After drinking the water, he went to the kitchen by himself, brought out the meal prepared by Aunt Lu, and sat at the dining table to eat.

An Jia watched his movements, not knowing what to do.

After Liang Chuan finished his meal, he picked up the photo frame on the coffee table, carried him into the bedroom.He followed into the bedroom and saw the man took off his shoes and got on the bed, and fell asleep like that.

An Jia took a few deep breaths and closed the door gently.

Aunt Lu brought the dishes to the table, "Xiaojia, come and eat."

"I'm not hungry, you can eat first." An Jia said calmly.

Aunt Lu wiped her hands with her apron, and smiled gently, "Mr. Liang still needs your care, eat something, don't break yourself down, otherwise who will take care of Mr. Liang."

An Jia looked up at her. Aunt Lu's eyes were very gentle. In her eyes, there was wisdom and wisdom polished by years of experience.

An Jia nodded.

He and Aunt Lu finished their meal quietly, and when they were clearing up the kitchen utensils, Aunt Lu said: "I used to take care of Mr. Liang's mother for a while, and when he came to see me, he looked in good spirits. All the flowers in the garden were planted by him, and he even learned how to cook.”

An Jia didn't speak.

"I don't know if he is really good. Until one day, I got up in the middle of the night to drink water because of discomfort, only to find that Mr. Liang was not asleep, sitting silently in the yard. He used to be unable to sleep often. Mr. Liang, often He will be in a daze, distracted, and when he is silent, he will not speak for a whole day. On the day when he found out that something was wrong, he was sitting at the desk writing a letter. Sitting blankly at the desk, he couldn’t write. , he just woke up."

"At that moment, I thought he collapsed and despaired!" Aunt Lu squinted her eyes and recalled, "For a moment, I thought Mr. Liang would cry, but only for a moment, he smiled and asked me if I could find him. Get someone who can copy his notes and write letters. Just write to you and tell you he's fine."

Aunt Lu sighed, "From that day on, Mr. Liang's condition became more and more serious, and he refused to ask for a doctor. He just stayed in a daze all day without saying a word. He ate when he should eat and drank water when he should drink." ...It's like, completely closing off your own world, just to live."

After she finished speaking, she looked at An Jia. An Jia maintained the posture of putting the bowl and did not move at all.

Aunt Lu patted him on the shoulder, "I still went to ask a doctor. The doctor said that if you want to cure Mr. Liang's nerve damage and mental illness, you must untie his knots. It will be fine. Let's rest early."

After she finished speaking, she left.

An Jia froze for a long time before he could move. He looked very calm, and after he had arranged everything, he returned to Liang Chuan's bedroom. He gently opened the door. The person who was asleep was sitting. With his back turned to him and his head bowed, a person seemed to be speaking in a low voice.

Without the lights on, the whole person was pitifully lonely.

The voice was very soft, and An Jia could only hear it clearly when she got closer.

"Xiao Jia, I can't sleep." He still looked down at the photo, mossing his fingers gently, "Uncle Liang misses you so much."

Even the voice is full of tenderness.

An Jia sat beside him silently.

"Don't be angry, Xiaojia." Liang Chuan paused for a long time, sighing helplessly and desperately, "Uncle Liang, Uncle Liang doesn't know what to do... Uncle Liang is sorry for ruining your life..."

"What should I do..." He asked himself softly over and over again, asking about his despair, and also about An Jia's despair.

An Jia hugged Liang Chuan and hugged her tightly, "Stop it, Liang Chuan, I beg you to stop it..."