When Jiang Yimang returned home that night, he immediately found that the atmosphere at home was not right.
"Don't disturb your brother." Jiang Xuemei grabbed her hand that was about to knock on Yi Hui's door, "He's in a bad mood, let him be alone for a while."
Jiang Yimang went downstairs unhappily, and couldn't stop looking upstairs while eating: "Brother really won't come down to eat with us?"
"Shh—" Jiang Xuemei asked her to whisper, "Don't make a fuss, he promised me that he would come down to eat when he got over."
Jiang Yimang grasped the point: "Slow down? What happened?"
Jiang Xuemei shook her head and said she didn't know.
Thinking of her son's red eyes when she came back, she was more anxious than anyone else, and she was afraid that the question would have the opposite effect, so she had to pretend that nothing happened, thinking that she would wait for him to understand what he said, or find a suitable time to ask side by side. .
In the upstairs room, Yi Hui sat on the bed and wrapped himself from head to toe with a blanket.
He had this habit when he was very young. When his parents quarreled because of him, when his mother hugged him and cried, and when he was bullied by other children and didn't want to talk.
Drowning in the dark made him feel safe, he was the only one in this small world, no one would scold him, no one would look at him with weird eyes, and as long as he wanted to hide, no one would find him.
The reaction just now was almost instinctive. He didn't want to see that person, and he didn't want to be seen by that person, so he closed his eyes and covered his ears. He is used to admitting mistakes and waiting for punishment, so he bites the bullet and waits there, even if it's not his fault, even if his actions are just for self-protection.
The touched cheek was still a little hot. Yi Hui raised his hand and rubbed the unusually warm skin. With just a light touch, he immediately removed it, and then wrapped himself even tighter.
His vision was chaotic, but his mind was very clear. He knew that his reaction just now was too extreme.
He should walk on the road with his head held high, and he doesn't have to run when he encounters anyone. When asked, he answered honestly, "My name is Jiang Yihui."
He is Jiang Yihui now, not the timid Yi Hui who is afraid of everything.
Now that he has a home and relatives, he doesn't have to go back to that cold and empty big house and wait for someone who will never come back.
Thinking of this, Yi Hui gained some confidence. He picked up his mobile phone and wanted to see if his brother and sister-in-law were doing well recently. He also wanted to call Tang Wenxi. When he came home just now, Tang Wenxi called and didn't say a word. Just hang up, he has to go back and say that he is fine.
The hand that stretched out the blanket just touched the phone, and the sudden vibration made the fingertips numb.
It was a text message from an unstored number: [Is it better?]
Yi Hui was puzzled, his eyes moved to the number column, and when he saw the string of numbers that he had memorized as a family phone, he shivered and almost dialed it.
He didn't reply, and he didn't plan to reply. The other end sent them to him one by one.
[I scared you just now, would it be better to switch to text messages?]
[The number was checked by someone, I hope it didn't scare you]
Yi Hui read these text messages back and forth several times, but did not understand what he meant by "scared".
There is no need to understand.
He just pressed the shutdown button.
A little later, Yi Hui went to Jiang Yimang's room to borrow a computer, opened a search engine to check the news he wanted to know, and left a message for Tang Wenxi on QQ.
Jiang Yimang poked his head on the side for a long time, then leaned over and asked, "Brother, are you alright?"
Yi Hui blinked: "What's the matter?"
"It's fine!" Jiang Yimang was blunt, Yi Hui believed it when she said it was okay, and immediately changed the subject, rubbed his hands and raised his eyebrows, and said, "Then my goddess avatar..."
Yi Hui rubbed her head and promised with a smile, "Tomorrow, tomorrow will be just fine."
The next day, I opened my eyes and took a deep breath of the fresh air outside the window. It was much better.
It was so good that Yi Hui felt that yesterday's self was ridiculously stupid, and he lost his soul by just a few words from that person, and turned back into that utterly stupid fool.
After having breakfast and reassuring Jiang Xuemei that he was all right, Yi Hui sent his family away and devoted himself to his quiet time again.
When he was about to go out in the afternoon, he hesitated for a while, stood in front of the mirror at the door for about five minutes, looked at the person in the mirror, made sure that he was not Yi Hui from before, and then stepped out.
As soon as they walked on the road, the man appeared from the corner, still wearing yesterday's clothes, and followed casually behind him.
It's useless to hide, you have to face it.
Thinking like this, Yi Hui tried his best to overcome his fear and said first, "I beat you yesterday, I'm sorry."
Zhou Jinheng was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect Yi Hui to take the initiative to speak to him, let alone such a sentence.
"It's okay, you didn't mean it either."
Because of this sudden conversation, the prepared speech was messed up. Zhou Jinheng was so big to coax people for the first time, and it was inevitable that he would be awkward. After a long time of deliberation, he said, "Did you receive yesterday's text message?"
Yi Hui didn't squint: "Hmm."
"Then... why didn't you reply?"
I don't know if it was an illusion, but Yi Hui could hear a trace of grievance in his tone, apart from questioning.
He stood still, still did not look back at Zhou Jinheng, and said of course, "Why do you want to reply?"
Zhou Jinheng was stunned again. This is completely different from what he expected. He thought that Yi Hui would be angry, sad, and maybe cry. He even prepared to stand and let him beat him casually. In any case, he never thought that he would face such a cold person. Yi Hui.
He was so cold that he didn't seem to know him at all.
Perhaps to verify his conjecture, Yi Hui immediately said, "I don't know you, so don't follow me."
In the autumn afternoon, the sun is shining brightly, and the air is filled with the humidity unique to the south.
Zhou Jinheng washed his face with cold water in the only hotel in this town. He picked up the towel on the shelf and was about to greet his face when a strong musty smell penetrated into his nostrils. He frowned and threw the towel into the sink. With a still dripping face, he went outside to make a phone call.
After beeping several times, the man on the other end picked it up reluctantly: "May I ask, what are your orders, young master?"
Zhou Jinheng was in a bad mood, but he had to be low and be small when he asked others: "He's turned off, please help me check if there are any other contact information."
"Yo—" Yang Chengxuan was still angry, "Aren't you all running over there, what contact information do you need?"
Zhou Jinheng lowered his eyes, and a few drops of water slid down his cheeks: "He refuses to see me."
"Well, don't talk about it, let me guess." Yang Chengxuan seemed to be interested, "He said he wasn't Yi Hui, right?"
His eyelids trembled twice, and Zhou Jinheng let out a muffled "um".
Yang Chengxuan patted the table excitedly: "What am I talking about? People can say 'yes' and there will be ghosts. I confirmed it to you before, and it's not. It just looks a bit similar, and the name just happens to be a bit similar. It’s fine if you don’t believe in outsiders, you don’t even believe in me? Are you blind or really crazy, do you have to say that two people who can’t be beaten are one person?”
In normal times, no matter who spoke to Zhou Jinheng in such an almost sarcastic manner, he would have been furious long ago.
However, this time he not only endured it, but also continued to ask Yang Chengxuan as if he had never heard of it: "Please help me to check his other contact information, Weibo, QQ, WeChat are all fine, these all require real-name identification..."
"Zhou Jinheng!" Yang Chengxuan interrupted him with a sudden explosion, "Wake up, he is dead, Yi Hui is dead! Everyone was dragged to the crematorium and burned! If you want the ashes, ask his family. Take it, instead of running to the southern town where you can't find the name on the map! Did I get kicked by a donkey in the head of the special code? I actually checked the address and the phone number for you. code… "
"That's him." Zhou Jinheng's plain sentence stopped the rage on the other side, "I can't admit my mistake."
Yang Chengxuan hung up the phone in anger, Zhou Jinheng had to find another way, and then contacted the person who helped Yi Hui when he disappeared before, and asked him to help him investigate.
In relation to society, it is certainly not enough to just rely on one mouth. When the man saw that he had dissolved the marriage relationship with the Yi family, there was no need to please him, and his attitude changed. Even if he couldn't see his expression, he could hear his perfunctory meaning. Zhou Jinheng didn't want to go around the corner, and promised a huge sum of money directly, and he seemed to agree reluctantly.
In the end, I did not forget to mention a few words from Zhou Jinheng in a grand manner: "Money is something outside the body, what matters is the friendship between our two families over the years. I believe that with Zhou Shao's appearance and time, a better marriage will surely be achieved. Don't forget to support the younger brother."
Hanging up the phone, the screen of the mobile phone automatically jumped to Yi Hui's photo, Zhou Jinheng was fascinated when he saw it.
In fact, they are not very similar in appearance, whether in face, body, or the way they speak. Zhou Jinheng raised his hand to touch the place where he was beaten on his face, and even began to suspect that what happened yesterday was another absurd dream.
Born in a businessman's family that is mercenary, what he has been instilled the most since he was a child is a sense of value - is it worth doing, is it worth spending time and energy.
He has always been disdainful of this set, but he can't deny that he grew up under the influence of this concept, and he will involuntarily consider the value of everything he does, including whether to continue studying or enter the entertainment industry, and accept the arrangement of marriage at home or give up Dream of two major life events.
But this matter is different, he has no way to convert its possible gains or losses into money, or other things that are convenient to calculate.
He can only do it, he has no choice.
Without Yi Hui, even breathing seemed superfluous.
If it was really a dream, he would rather hold his breath and never wake up.