This kneeling made Jiang also stunned.
He jumped off the tombstone, squatted beside the man and looked forward, looking carefully, the photo was clearly visible, and the capitalized tomb of Jiang Yezhi was also clearly written in block letters.
He turned his head around, and he didn't even think about whether the boss was drinking too much or using his brain too much, and the tombstone could admit it was wrong.
The man knelt all night, and it rained all night.
Jiang Ye went from squatting to sitting to circling around the tombstone and finally jumped on the tombstone out of boredom.
If the man hadn't raised his head, he would have thought he was asleep.
It was a hot day in June, but it couldn't bear the heavy rain for a day and a night, and the night wind was blowing, with bursts of coolness.
It's dawn and it's cold.
Jiang also thought, the sky is clear and the sun is out, the boss should come back to his senses, right
The sun is out, but the rain has not stopped.
The man raised his head, his scarlet eyes were dyed with bottomless holes.
Jiang Ye's grief stopped.
He is not stupid either.
It is impossible for the boss to admit the wrong inscription, why does it feel like he is still crying? The kind of despair that comes from the bottom of one's bones, people can't help but tremble when they get close, as if abandoned by the world, suddenly lost their faith, like a walking corpse, and lost their anger.
On the second night, the rain did not seem to stop, and the thunder struck more and more violently.
The man remained motionless and closed his eyes as he knelt there in the rain, which made Jiang also a little anxious.
Even a dead man felt like he was going to lose his mind after a few days of restless sleep. This big living man knelt down here in the rain for two nights. What's the matter
Jiang also began to be so anxious that he was doing useless work again and again...
Third night, fourth night, fifth night...
In addition to the unpredictable Tian'er who was still vile and unpredictable, the unshakable figure in front of the monument, and Jiang Ye, who was squatting in front of the man in a dazed statue.
After a few days, he didn't have the time to be afraid of the dark, thunder and ghosts, so he held his chin and stared at the man in front of him.
His eyebrows were covered by wet broken hair, his eyes were closed and he couldn't see his expression, his nose was straight, and his thin lips were pale white.
Every detail of the entire face was precisely engraved on the tip of a knife. Jiang was also shocked by his appearance, but also worried that he would not be able to bear it.
In the past few days, he has had countless ideas. Is the boss a fan of his own
It's a silly, sweet and brainless fairy tale drama. The big guy has a lot of time to watch brainless movies, and because he has little knowledge about the business circle, the media is very concerned about this. A big man who was born and won half of the business district in one fell swoop described it like this:
——The noble and arrogant, the financial power is overwhelming, the means are thunderous, and the mystery is unpredictable.
I didn't even answer an interview, and the few photos that broke out were taken by the entertainment media paparazzi at the risk of death. Because of their amazing appearance, they swept the Internet in a second, and no matter how big their wealth was, it was too late to block them.
You said that such a person, chasing after a small star, even kneeling for days and nights without dying, who would believe it
Jiang also did not believe it.
On the evening of the seventh day, the thunderstorm finally stopped, and the moon appeared lazily with a sharp point.
The moonlight hit the man's unreal face, and Jiang was also eager to see it. The boss disappeared for several days, and no one came to pick him up. If something happened in front of his tomb, he was about to take his last bit behind him. The public accounts of various media that make a fuss about things are not allowed to compose a terrifying and bloody story of a butterfly flying?
Jiang also tried countless ways, but could not come across anything.
Just when he thought the boss was going to petrify, the boss moved.
It's just that this action is a bit unpleasant. The man suddenly pressed his left hand on the ground and his right hand on his left chest. The brows on the cold white face were slightly twisted, and the painful thin lips pursed lightly.
Jiang Ye stretched out his hand to help him conditioned reflexively, the man leaned forward, a mouthful of blood fell on his transparent body, and then fell to the ground.
Jiang also watched the hand he was holding on his chest suddenly fall to the ground, his body moved forward in a trance, his knees rubbed a deep scratch on the ground, mixed with mud and rain, and he knelt and climbed to the inscription.
Jiang was also really scared.
Not because of myself, nor because of the life and death of the big man, but because of the man's despair and sadness, which was so deep that he had nowhere to release it, even if he didn't know the reason.
He turned around and saw the man's fingertips stained with blood. Behind his inscription's name, stroke by stroke, he wrote persistently and firmly: eternal life, love.
Jiang Ye: ? ? ? ? ? ? ? —
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The news that top star Jiang also died unexpectedly became popular for a while, and was replaced by another gossip about the derailment of another model star couple.
The heat is gone, but the protagonist is still there.
Jiang also sat on the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the top-floor office of the city's most expensive and most sought-after company, with his legs crossed, watching the man work.
The sun outside was fierce, just like the apocalyptic torrential rain a few days ago had never existed.
Jiang was also bored. He looked at the people in front of him and the sky outside.
After that day, when the ambulance arrived, the man on the stretcher closed his eyes and did not move. Jiang also quickly forgot that he was a lonely ghost who couldn't jump out of the circle. He chased and ran for a few steps to see what happened to him. He even followed him to the ambulance and went to the hospital.
No one can see him, he can't touch anything, but his soul is free.
The boss was in a coma for three days and three nights, and he stayed there for a few days, out of emotion, guilt, and the great curiosity of the universe.
When the boss was discharged from the hospital, he followed.
"Cough cough."
The man in front of the desk was still morbidly pale, and his cold facial features still showed indifference and alienation. He clenched his fist against the corner of his lips and coughed, and continued with the important documents in his hand.
The assistant outside seemed to hear the boss coughing and knocked on the door to come in.
Holding the medicine in his hand, before he could speak, the man gave him a cold look and silenced him, and returned to the spot.
Jiang also got up, walked over and looked at the pills, the fever was gone, and then he looked at the documents on the table, which were thicker than the script on the set.
Knowing that the other party can't see or hear, Jiang also sat on the desk and babbled boringly:
"This person is in the world, fame, fortune, and wealth are all in the air. If his body is finished, he will have nothing. Look at brother, it's good for young people to see people who love flowers and see flowers blooming in half the sky in the entertainment industry. Gone?"
"Look at you again, when will these documents fail, and how long will it take to take a medicine? If your body breaks down, your family property will be used as a wedding dress for others, the money is gone, the house is gone, and your wife has to remarry. , who wants to stay by the side of a sick seedling?"
Jiang is also a chatterer, learning to go to the village to chat like a auntie in the village, and staring out the window with bored eyes.
Xie Chen stopped, reached out and pressed his temple.
There seemed to be intermittent auditory hallucinations in his ears. It was his voice, which was as playful as he remembered.
He stared out the window blankly.
The innate coldness and dignity of a man seems to be pulled away from the body in an instant, leaving only empty helplessness and despair.