After Cheng Hui went out, Jiang Jiusheng and Ms. Jiang were left in the ward to guard them. They didn't say a word, and the atmosphere was so quiet that it made people uncomfortable. Jiang Jiusheng took the cigarette case and left the ward.
She went to the rooftop, and there was no one there, so she didn't even bother to wear a mask, and lit a lady's cigarette. For some reason, she felt extremely irritable. Women's cigarettes were already weak, and when she was restless, it became even more tasteless.
She took two puffs hard, pressed the butt of the cigarette, and took out another one from the cigarette case. As soon as she lit the lighter, the cigarette between her fingers was sucked away.
"Smoking less." It was Cheng Hui, who still had supper in his hand, snatched her cigarettes and threw them directly into the trash can beside her.
Jiang Jiusheng turned off the fire without interest, lay on the guardrail, closed his eyes, and looked down at the neon lights of the night market. The lights of Wanjia lights fell into his eyes, but it was dim and indifferent.
"elder brother."
"Um."
Jiang Jiusheng turned his head and looked at Cheng Hui: "Am I adopted?"
Cheng Hui's expression immediately became serious, with Zhou Zheng's handsome face: "What nonsense are you talking about?"
She smiled and didn't speak any more. Looking around, there were stars and moonlight above, and lights and night lights below.
The moonlight in the sky, the night sky underground, if there is a third kind of stunning beauty, well, it must be Shi Jin.
She suddenly thought of him.
There was a long silence.
Cheng Hui said suddenly: "You were not raised by your parents when you were young, so you were not very close."
Jiang Jiusheng remained silent.
Eight years ago, she had heard from Mother Jiang that she was raised in the countryside until she was sixteen, and was sent to the city for an operation after an accident. After that, he was raised by his parents.
"I'll smoke another one." She took out a cigarette, lit it, and smoked quietly.
Under the thin smoke, her peach blossom eyes were cold and gloomy.
Everyone in the showbiz said that Jiang Jiusheng was deserted, how could he not be deserted, a girl raised by such a family could do nothing but self-defense.
Cheng Hui went back to the ward first, and Ms. Jiang was packing her luggage.
"Where's Shengsheng?"
Cheng Hui closed the door: "I'm smoking."
"You take her back to the hotel later."
Ms. Jiang's name is Jiang Yuezhi. She works as a cleaning staff in Qin's branch company. She is not tough, she is just an ordinary woman. However, when facing Jiang Jiusheng, her whole body is full of edges and corners, and her attitude is extremely rigid.
"Mom, don't be too indifferent to Shengsheng." Cheng Hui looked serious.
Ms. Jiang paused when she folded her clothes, then lowered her head and continued: "Is there any?"
"You treat Shengsheng like a guest of honor." Cheng Hui stopped Ms. Jiang's busy movements, suppressed her voice, and said in a serious tone, "Mom, since you recognize Shengsheng as your daughter, don't let her be your daughter." She felt like she was adopted."
Cheng Hui knew that Jiang Jiusheng was not Ms. Jiang's biological child.
His father used to be a driver, and his mother was a domestic worker. Because of the nature of the work, Cheng Hui lived with his aunt abroad until he was 20 years old. Eight years ago, when his parents suddenly changed jobs, he returned to China, and the family lived for more than one night. He had a younger sister, and he was not underage, so he naturally didn't believe the rhetoric his parents explained to his younger sister. After asking his aunt, he found out that this younger sister was not his own, but a foster one.
He asked his mother in private, but the mother only said that the child of a relative in the country sent her here because she was sick and had no money for treatment.
Of course Cheng Hui didn't believe it, but his mother refused to say anything more, so he didn't ask any further. When it came to Shengsheng, he followed his parents' words and concealed the fact that she was not his own.
But Ms. Jiang's attitude...
"Stinky boy," Ms. Jiang pushed Cheng Hui fiercely, "you taught me a lesson."
Beating and scolding, this is the mother's attitude towards her children.
"Anyway, pay attention to Shengsheng's place."
The board was getting serious, just like his father, Ms. Jiang shouted angrily: "Understood, get out, don't get in the way of me to clean up."
Cheng Hui smiled and avoided.
After a while, he looked serious and asked again: "Mom, is Shengsheng really the child of a relative in the country?"
Ms. Jiang lowered her head and answered after a while: "Otherwise? Where else can I go to pick up such a big child."
"Then did Shengsheng know a man named Shi Jin before?"
Ms. Jiang's complexion changed suddenly, and her tone seemed impatient: "When Shi Jin, I haven't heard of it, so stop asking questions."
It's about Jiang Jiusheng, Cheng Hui, who has always been mild-tempered, is a little bit reluctant: "When Shengsheng was unconscious in the hospital, a young boy came to see Shengsheng."
At that time, Cheng Hui was staying at the hospital, and he only saw that young man once, and he looked surprisingly good-looking. He knelt by Shengsheng's bedside, said something for some reason, and when he left, his eyes were red.
After a long time, the outline of the young man was blurred in his memory. Cheng Hui only remembered that he was born exquisitely, and those eyes were so beautiful that one glance would be shocking, but he didn't dare to take a second look. He was as young as a passerby who had been walking in the desert for a long time. But the vicissitudes of life are so indifferent that there is no temperature.
Cheng Hui said, "That person is Shi Jin."
Ms. Jiang kept her head down and kept busy, with a perfunctory tone: "You read it wrong." She raised her head and urged, "Don't ask, you can send Shengsheng back to the hotel."
The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the night is dyed with the coolness of autumn.
Cheng would give Jiang Jiusheng a big suite. Mo Bing and Xiao Qiao hadn't arrived yet, and she slept alone in an empty room with a huge bed. She tossed and turned for a long time before falling asleep in a daze.
She had a dream.
She dreamed of a boy, but she couldn't see the face clearly. No matter how carefully she tried, she couldn't see the appearance clearly. All she knew was that the boy's outline was very clear.
It is the age of fresh clothes and angry horses, high-spirited.
In the dream, the young man stepped on a high stool and beat the wooden boards on the windows with a hammer, one by one, nailing the windows firmly without leaving any gaps.
The room is like an attic, with no light coming in, it is very dark.
In front of the window, the girl squatted and looked up at the boy: "What are you doing?"
The boy turned his head, his eyes were black with ink, and he replied, "Pin the window."
The girl stood up, wearing a white skirt, with her back turned to the light behind her, her face was blurred in the dimness.
She asked the boy, "Why did you nail up all the windows?"
The sound of the hammer beating changed from heavy to soft, constantly echoing in the closed space, and the boy's voice was blown softly by the wind that came through the hall.
He jumped off the high stool and took the girl's hand.
He said, "There are a lot of bad people out there, I'm going to hide you."
"Me?" The dream blurred the girl's appearance, but her voice was clean, with a hint of hoarseness. She asked the boy again, "Then who am I?"
The boy brushed her face with his fingertips: "You are my Shengsheng."
"What about you? Who are you?"
The boy approached her with a blurred face and a clear and gentle voice: "I am also a bad person."
He looked at her very close.
Without warning, his eyes suddenly turned bright red.
The girl backed up abruptly, staggered and rolled down the stairs. Below, there was an open space with grass, stones, a swimming pool, dazzling lights and loud music.
The girl raised her head and looked around, both strange and familiar, but the shadow of the boy was gone. Looking back, the stairs disappeared, and the attic also disappeared. There was only a flowerbed, and blood-red liquid was gushing out from the glass greenhouse, spreading everywhere on the ground. Yes, lowered her head, only to realize that the white skirt was also fainted with blood. She wiped the skirt subconsciously, and suddenly found that the dagger in her hand was stained with blood, drop by drop, meandering, following the blood on the ground, she raised her head Looking over, there was a man lying beside the flowerbed, lying there, motionless, with blood all over his body.
She wanted to scream and run, but a bloody hand grabbed her, making her unable to move.
"Sheng Sheng."
"Sheng Sheng."
It was the boy's voice, passing through layers of mist, and poured into her ears together with the wind.
"Sheng Sheng."
The girl looked up and saw a hand, white and slender, a very beautiful hand, pushing away the heavy haze.
"Come here, come to me."
The sound is like bewitching.
She reached out and took that beautiful hand.
"Don't be afraid, I'll wipe your skirt clean for you."
Then, the blood on her skirt stained his sleeves, and he squatted in front of her knees, looking up into her eyes.
"Sheng Sheng is good."
"Give me the knife."
She raised her hand tremblingly, and he took the knife in her hand, blood dripped on the back of his hand, very beautiful hand, very red blood.
Then the sound of police cars, and the siren of a hospital ambulance...
When Jiang Jiusheng woke up, the sun had already shone into the window sill, and her head hurt. She rubbed the center of her brows, recalling that it was a messy dream, chaotic and illogical.