The afternoon in the south is very hot, and even with the windows closed, the cicadas are still noisy.
Yi Hui hardly slept last night. He wanted to lie down for a while after eating. He closed his eyes, but his heart was still beating fast and slow, and his eyelids were beating wildly. Go to the table and sit down.
When I looked up, I could feel that the room was much more empty. Realizing that it was because he had packed too many things, Yi Hui rubbed his forehead, then opened the drawer, took out the pen holder, tissue box and other ornaments that had been put away to make room for those things, and filled the empty spaces one by one.
Lying on the table and resting for a while, Yi Hui reached out to the bed to touch the Doraemon puzzle that he had completed halfway through in a daze. Yi Hui suddenly opened his eyes and woke up completely.
When I went downstairs, I could only hear my own footsteps. Jiang Xuemei and Jiang Yimang were both in their rooms. The loquat tree in the yard stood alone. Occasionally, the leaves were blown by the wind, and there was only a slight rustling sound. It was silent as if nothing had happened.
Entering the studio and facing the drawing board by the window, Yi Hui felt a little unfamiliar.
Since he started using a tablet, he has rarely come here to paint. Even if it is hand-painted, he would rather be in the yard, because he can hear the laughter and laughter of passers-by, and he can be the first to catch the footsteps of his family returning.
This dream had been going on for so long that he almost thought it was all real.
There is no Doraemon at all, and such a good mother and sister do not belong to him. He should have learned enough lessons in his last life, but he has only now figured out how to spell "wishful thinking".
Jiang Yimang didn't say hello to Yi Hui when he went to school in the afternoon. He heard the sound of the iron gate closing in the studio. He wanted to go out to have a look, but he was afraid that the man hadn't left yet, so he just stood at the door for a while, making sure Jiang Yimang was sure. After walking away, he returned to the house.
Before lunch, Yi Hui told her everything, including what happened before he occupied this body, including Jiang Yihui's death.
No matter how upbeat and lively Ren Jiang Yimang is at ordinary times, he can't help but be shocked when he hears a story like the Arabian Nights. Halfway through what Yi Hui was talking about, she raised her hand to signal him to stop: "Wait, wait first... In other words, you knew that this was someone else's body, so you didn't tell us anything, and you occupied it for half a year with peace of mind. ?"
She was right, Yi Hui was speechless and could only say, "I'm sorry."
Thinking about it carefully, his behavior is no different from that of the man wearing a vest approaching him. Whether it is out of kindness or for self-protection, it is all deception.
If he could return his body to Jiang Yihui, even if he were to return it immediately, he would have nothing to say.
He shouldn't have been alive.
When he didn't know what to do, he chose to paint.
In the middle of the afternoon, Yi Hui adjusted the color and was about to dip the pen when the phone suddenly vibrated.
It was a message from Jiang Yimang: Did you tell Mom
"Brother" didn't call anymore, counted the time and struggled for two whole classes. Yi Hui sighed and replied: Not yet
Jiang Yimang: Tell her as soon as possible
Immediately afterwards, another message was sent: If my mother has no opinion, I can accept it
Yi Hui couldn't turn a corner, not sure what she meant. Just as he was about to ask, Jiang Yimang changed the subject and said, "What you said, the ones with Zhou Jinheng, are all true
Yi Hui didn't know how much she could trust her, so she answered hopelessly: Really, except for hiding her identity and not telling you, everything else is true
Jiang Yimang replied "good".
Not seeing her, Yi Hui was at a loss, staring at the clock and waiting anxiously.
Seeing that it was recess again, he planned to send a message to say something, and let Jiang Yimang take the lead: It was unacceptable at noon for a while, it was a bit fierce, and the red line was messed up when the situation was unknown before... I'm sorry.
Yi Hui stared at the screen, unable to believe his eyes.
He didn't expect to get his sister's forgiveness so quickly, and in turn received her apology.
He typed a few words at a loss. Jiang Yimang didn't seem to have any plans to wait for him to reply. He just said what he wanted to say: I just said that you have been sick for a while, so it seems that you have changed people. changed person
Yi Hui was still blindfolded, and rationally told him that Jiang Yimang had figured it out and accepted it, but emotionally he still felt that his sin was unforgivable: don't you hate me
Jiang Yimang: Why do I hate you? This kind of thing is arranged by God, it is not what you think, besides you are so good to me and my mother, I am not blind... Thank you these days
Yi Hui read the news back and forth several times until tears were streaming down his cheeks and the words on the screen could not be read clearly.
Tears flowed and I laughed again. I felt stupid. I wanted to give my life back a few hours ago. Now I am so attached to this world and this family. I am in my twenties. It is ridiculous. .
This day, Jiang Yimang came back earlier than Jiang Xuemei. The first thing she did when she put down her schoolbag was not looking for something to eat or turning on the computer to surf the Internet. She took out the cross stitch that was almost finished and placed it on the small wooden table in the yard. , and then look for a lighter everywhere.
The only lighter in the house was bought by Yi Hui for some aromatherapy. The two of them searched the house for a long time before they remembered that they had thrown them out with the pile of things in the morning.
Jiang Yimang took the change and ran out, Yi Hui followed worriedly to the door, Jiang Yimang put one hand on the doorknob, and turned around suddenly when he was about to open it: "Promise me not to go out, and no matter what happens, don't open the door. ."
Yi Hui nodded blankly, seeing Jiang Yimang pulling open the iron gate and then looking left and right before going out, he dully remembered that the man might still be here.
The canteen was less than 200 meters across the road, but Jiang Yimang went there for fifteen minutes. When I came back, my eyes were red and my nose was twitching, as if I had cried.
Yi Hui asked her what was wrong, and she was about to cry again: "I don't want to talk to him, I don't want to talk to him... Why is he so annoying! It's because I like him so much, because I believe in him so much, thinking you two are just fighting, It's a pity that I still want to give him the wound medicine, bah, it hurts him to death..."
After scolding for a while, he let go, as if he had finally found a reason to cry, Jiang Yimang burst into tears and continued to scold without image: "Why don't you focus on today, just smash him stupid? You bastard, man They're all assholes!"
Yi Hui hurriedly handed over the tissue, and stammered to explain, "I didn't mean to hit him... I-I'm also a man."
"It's a bastard, they're all bastards!" Jiang Yimang, like a woman who was heartbroken by a scumbag, wiped away her tears and said nonsense, "Zhou Jinheng is a bastard, Jiang Yihui is also a bastard, and he has a stinky face when he is alive. , it's not good for me, it's not good for my mother, who allowed him to leave without a word? Did I call him 'brother' so much since I was a child? He didn't fulfill his obligations as a big brother, who let him go?"
Hearing that, Yi Hui felt sour in his heart.
He knew they would be hurt before he confessed the truth, but he couldn't hide it any longer. In the daytime, he can still be confused by the shade of the trees. Once the sun goes down and the dream returns at midnight, he will always be surrounded by a strong sense of guilt. The dream is full of dark people, pointing at his nose and scolding him. Occupy the magpie's nest and scold him for stealing his life.
Rebirth was not what he wanted, but he did occupy this body and enjoyed the care that did not belong to him. He was obliged to tell them the truth, and in fairness, they too should know the truth.
Jiang Yimang's tears not only came as soon as they said it, but they couldn't hold back once the gate was opened.
Yi Hui didn't know how to coax, so he kept saying sorry, Jiang Yimang, who was choked with tears, glared at him: "What are you sorry for, he is sorry for you... Don't worry, I will keep a secret for you, a Don't tell him a word, see if I'm not mad at him!"
Yi Hui didn't expect Jiang Yimang's "fan to black" point in advance. His thoughts were pessimistic, thinking that it would be good to be forgiven. Jiang Yimang had known that person longer than he had known himself. Even if he was angry at the time, he would probably still be reluctant to look back.
After all, he is well-known as an actor. As an actor, he is dedicated and excellent, and no one will dislike him.
Guess Jiang Yimang's eyes were black and white, and if he said he didn't love it, he wouldn't love it. When he piled up those photo posters and the cross stitch in the yard into a hill to set fire, Yi Hui stopped her and persuaded her to reconsider. With a wave of his hand, he ignited a rolled up white paper and threw it down gracefully: "Aidou or something is so important to a brother, bye bye!"
As a result, it failed to burn. The weather was humid during the rainy season, and the fire burned for a while before being blown out by the wind.
The two looked at each other, you look at me, I look at you, and they burst into laughter in unison.
The heavy atmosphere was relieved by this smile, Jiang Yimang gave up the extremely unenvironmental practice of burning under the persuasion of Yi Hui, found a plastic bag to put all those things in, and told Yi Hui while packing: "Mom, stay with me. Come back later, don't tell her I'm burning things in the yard."
When it came to her mother, Yi Hui's mood suddenly became melancholy: "Okay, don't tell."
Jiang Yimang touched him with his elbow: "Are you afraid that your mother will be sad?"
Yi Hui gave a low "um".
Jiang Yimang quickly packed up the things on the ground, resting his chin with one hand in a daze, as if struggling with what to say.
"Actually, don't worry too much." At the end, she said, "According to my observation, my mother may have known it long ago."
A turmoil subsided as night fell.
Watching Jiang Xuemei walk into the house, Zhou Jinheng stood against the wall for a long time. When the lights in the kitchen and dining room went out and the lights upstairs came on, he had to look away and coughed as soon as he lowered his head.
He didn't get a drop of water all day, and his throat was so dry. Last year, Jiang Yimang surreptitiously passed a message to him and brought him something to eat and drink. Now even the fans are offended, and they may starve to death here.
He was not joking in his heart, but he couldn't smile on his face. Zhou Jinheng didn't know what was the point of staying here, he just didn't want to leave, for fear that once he left, he wouldn't be able to find anyone when he came back.
He didn't dare to knock on the door, because he knew that even if the door opened, he would be blasted out again.
At this moment, the wound on his cheek began to hurt, Zhou Jinheng thought that he might not be in the right place with this place, and he was injured every time he came.
But this pain is nothing, no matter how painful it is, there is no pain in my heart.
He watched those objects being thrown out, and it still felt so painful. He put these precious things in the box one by one, and then threw them out the door one by one. How stupid would he be? It hurts.
You deserve it, what did the little fool do wrong? It's nothing more than bad eyesight in the past life, and I fell in love with myself, and I didn't want to end in a good life. In this life, I will be entangled by myself, no wonder I don't want to see him, no wonder I want to smash him, no wonder I don't want to go home with him.
Raising his hand to touch the wound on his cheek, Zhou Jinheng thought bitterly that he had to take care of it as soon as possible. The little fool is a face control, although he doesn't admit it, "handsome" is clearly his primary criterion for mate selection.
When Yang Chengxuan called later, Zhou Jinheng asked him to help bring a wound medicine if he wanted to come over. Yang Chengxuan said in shock, "Did he hit you?"
"No, I accidentally touched it."
Yang Chengxuan didn't believe it: "How many times has I said that it's not Yi Hui, you just need to find a substitute, what's the matter if you play with yourself and put yourself in?"
"I'm not playing." Zhou Jinheng said, "He's not a stand-in either."
Yang Chengxuan didn't jump this time, and sneered: "I think you have really been put down. Wait, I will bring some good things over to wake you up."
Hanging up the phone, Zhou Jinheng bent his legs and sat down at the base of the wall because he planned to spend the night here.
In such a situation, he did not forget to smooth the hem of his clothes. Yi Hui always has to go out, maybe we can meet again tomorrow, so he can't look too embarrassed.
It's hard to see each other, but you have to leave a good impression.
When he thought about it like this, Zhou Jinheng's sanity had already begun to faint. After more than ten hours of driving and driving, and the wound was not treated in time, the dry heat dissipated in the middle of the night and the temperature dropped, but he developed a fever.
His head was dizzy, he fell asleep thinking he was still awake, and when he was awake he thought he was dreaming.
In the dream, his little fool held a Doraemon doll in his right hand, stretched out his left hand towards him, and asked him to take him home with a smile.
The first ray of sunlight in the morning fell on his body. When he opened his eyes, what he saw was not the person in his dream. Zhou Jinheng exhaled a scorching breath from his nose, feeling the discomfort in his body, and frowned and said hoarsely, "What are you doing? coming?"
Yang Chengxuan grabbed his arm and pulled him up, and said fiercely, "If I don't come, you will die here!"
Being helped to sit in the car, Zhou Jinheng raised his hand and pressed his temple: "It's okay, I can't die."
Yang Chengxuan didn't get in the car, he walked around in place with his hands on his hips for a few laps, relieved some of his anger, and when he returned to face Zhou Jinheng, he was still angry: "Why didn't I see before that you are still a lover? Is there any trick I haven't seen before, why don't I use it all at once and let me watch it live?"
Zhou Jinheng found the bottled water in the back seat, unscrewed it and took a few gulps: "I've used it all, help me think if there is any other way."
"Fuck, if I knew you would help you make you do this, I should have cut off friendship with you!"
"It's still too late." Zhou Jinheng stretched his legs and tried to get out of the car, but his limbs were too weak to stand up. He closed his eyes and pulled the corners of his mouth into a dry smile, "For the sake of being a former friend, let me relax for a while, and I'll get off right away. ."
"Fuck me? Okay, I'll go." Seeing him like this, Yang Chengxuan was so angry that he really didn't want to care about him. He reached out to the window near the driver's seat, took out a handbag the size of a slap, turned his head and threw it into Zhou Jinheng's arms. In, "Then please take a look at this thing for the sake of being a friend. I got it for you with all your hard work. When you look back, don't blame me for not waking you up when you are crazy."
Zhou Jinheng thought that the bag contained the wound medicine, so he reached in and felt a stack of papers. When he opened the first page, he looked up at the huge "Death Medical Certificate" in black characters. .
A thin piece of paper with the word "dead" in each column, date of death, place of death, and cause of death.
Zhou Jinheng swept through it at a glance and turned the pages quickly. The next one was the cremation certificate, and Yi Hui's name was also written in the name column of the deceased.
"What are you giving me this for?"
Zhou Jinheng's voice was calm, but his hands trembled so much that he couldn't even hold the paper. When he hurriedly folded back a few sheets of paper, a photo in it slipped onto his lap. It was a black and white photo. The man on it smiled innocently, revealing two pointed little tiger teeth, and the one he saw in the mourning hall far away. Exactly the same.
"What are you doing? Tell you with iron-clad facts that someone is dead." Yang Chengxuan said, pointing to the Jiang's courtyard not far away, then turned back and poked the person in the photo, sneering, "Who the hell is that inside? How old are you, Zhou Jinheng, don't you still believe in such nonsense as borrowing a corpse?"