Bizarre Love

Chapter 195 Sick (1)

"Jiang Ren, Jiang Ren."

He was named "Ninja" because he cried a lot when he was born, his crying was weak and hoarse, and he almost died of breath.

He cried because he was born with a disease, and then he grew up, maybe because of the name, he never cried again.

Jiang Ren once thought that if he had a child in the future, he would definitely not give him such a cruel name.

There is a knife in my heart, and it hurts all the time.

But he probably won't have any children in his life.

The doctor said that if Meng Ting didn't wake up for a week, there would be no hope of Meng Ting waking up again in this life.

He tilted his head and leaned against the door to look at her.

As the winter sun set in December, she was quiet and quiet.

Her face was pale, overshadowing her original fairness, fragile and fragile like glass. Today is the last day of seven days, she fell asleep and never woke up.

The van slid down the hill and was blocked by trees, and both Wen Rui and she fell out of the car.

Wen Rui rescued her, but she still didn't wake up.

Jiang Ren twitched the corners of his lips coldly, and he knew that this world has always been unfair.

Wen Rui was put under supervision and will be sent to court when he recovers from his injuries.

She lay there quietly, neither crying nor fussing, and no longer calling Jiang Ren tenderly.

Jiang Ren walked over with a limp. He climbed onto the bed and gently held her in his arms.

"Meng Ting, you are twenty years old." She had a shallow scar on her forehead, which had already scabbed, which did not affect her delicate beauty at all. He said, "Originally, when you came back, I wanted to celebrate your birthday."

The girl's lips were as frosty in color, and her long eyelashes drooped weakly.

His fingertips touched Meng Ting's eyebrows, with a strange tenderness: "It's okay, we always have a birthday. Wait until I come back at night."

Jiang Ren laughed in a low voice: "I heard it, you agree."

But she closed her eyes and said nothing.

In the cold winter, the last leaf outside the window is crushed by snow.

Jiang Ren covered her with the quilt, and was carrying a big bag to go out.

Grandma Jiang cried all day, and the old man kept crying with tears in her eyes, saying that she was flustered and wanted to find Xiao Ren.

When Jiang Ren stepped out of the room, he saw the old man crying miserably.

Her hair has almost lost the trace of black.

A thin old man, not as tall as his chest.

The two siblings supporting Grandma Jiang looked timidly at the silent Jiang Ren, and the old man who was holding Jiang Ren's arms and crying, didn't know what to do for a while.

The young Xiaokang said: "Mr. Jiang, Grandma insisted on looking for you. I'm sorry."

Sister Xiaoli nodded.

"My little Ren has been out of school for a long time, why hasn't he come home?" The old man raised his tearful eyes and choked up, "Are you going to leave me like your grandpa?"

Jiang Ren looked down at the old man.

The white snow outside the window, his dark eyes at this moment.

As quiet as the night, without the slightest emotion.

Xiaoli trembled slightly, and boldly looked at the hospital bed behind the young man. The girl was holding a freshly folded rose in her hand. She lay lifeless.

Jiang Ren pushed the old man away, and said flatly, "Take her back to my father."

Xiaokang was afraid of Jiang Ren, so he nodded repeatedly.

"Grandma, let's go."

Grandma Jiang finally broke down: "Xiao Ren, don't leave, Xiao Ren, don't make mistakes."

Both Xiaoli and Xiaokang were stunned, and looked at Jiang Ren quietly.

Jiang Ren was very quiet, he continued to walk out with almost no emotion. Grandma Jiang frantically tried to snatch the things in his hands, and he finally got angry: "I asked you to take her away, can't you hear me? Are you deaf!"

This sound came from a roar. The man's icy silhouette showed a slight blue vein on his neck.

Xiaokang was so frightened that he hurried to grab Grandma Jiang, but Grandma Jiang held on to the big bag and refused to let go. When Grandma Jiang pulled the opening, Xiaokang saw what was inside and was almost so frightened that his legs went limp.

Jiang Ren stepped into the snowstorm.

Grandma Jiang was still crying, Xiaoli was wiping the old man's nose and tears at a loss, and Xiaokang's lips trembled: "Sister, I saw something in Mr. Jiang's bag."

"What?"

"Boning knives, ropes, axes... and a lot of scary things."

Xiaoli also froze.

She turned to look at the beautiful girl in the ward, and there were several bodyguards guarding the door. She was about to go inside when the bodyguard stopped her.

Xiao Li ran to the window, Jiang Ren was nowhere to be seen in the heavy snow.

Jiang Ren carried his things into the hospital where Wen Rui was.

The winter wind was howling, he didn't turn on the light, and looked down at the sleeping Wen Rui from above.

When he came in as Wen Rui's relative, it was very easy. They were also relatives.

There are few lunatics in this world, but many fools.

So much so that when Wen Rui woke up, he gave a jolt.

He was tied up with a rope, and several rounds of tape were pasted on his mouth. He was seriously injured at first, but now looking at the expressionless man in the dark night, Wen Rui stared at him.

"You are not afraid of death." Jiang Ren bent his lips, "I know."

Wen Rui looked at him sarcastically.

Knowing that Meng Ting would not be able to wake up, Wen Rui felt that no matter what, Jiang Ren lost anyway.

Jiang Ren's voice was deep and gentle in the night: "I hurry up, listen to it and wait for me."

She can't go back after twelve o'clock, she will be worried.

The clock in the hospital was ticking, and at eleven o'clock in the silent night, it sounded extraordinarily cold.

Wen Rui watched Jiang Ren take out the tools one by one from the bag, finally turned pale, and struggled fiercely.

Jiang Ren has gone crazy!

He has stimulated Jiang Ren many times, just to put this child who has been sick since childhood into a mental hospital. But Jiang Ren took it hard every time. It doesn't matter if the world doesn't like him, because he won't love the world either.

But this time, Jiang Ren was really crazy.

He didn't want Grandma Jiang anymore, and he didn't pursue Jiang Jixian anymore. He walked through the wind and snow step by step, and walked through the night alone, completely out of control.

The originally blooming roses in the ward gradually lost their vitality around the petals.

Heavy snow slapped on the transparent glass.

Holding the flower with her pale fingertips, she seemed to have met Jiang Ren in a long and distant memory.

She was under the tombstone, looking up at him.

The man was handcuffed and his body was cold and sharp. He has lost a lot of weight, but he is extraordinarily mature. Jiang Ren lightly patted the snow off her tombstone. Behind him are two solemnly dressed police officers.

The man lowered his head, his cold lips fell on the tombstone. It seemed that through this lifeless stone, her forehead was being kissed, and she felt that her forehead was a little cold.

His forehead was pressed against the tombstone, she breathed lightly, and the world was very quiet. She listens to him.

"The pomegranate tree in No. 7 Middle School is blooming this year."

"That friend of yours, Zhao Nuancheng, met a not-so-good man."

"The bus station where you used to wait for the bus has been demolished and rebuilt. The road I have walked with you countless days and nights has also changed."