exclusive marriage

Chapter 6
So I made them meet, 17890... 17980... very close.I gave Jiang Xiachu's song to Zuo Cheng, they can't be close at hand, I will remember your original intention, those two people must die.

Please don't be sad, Zaixi, do you still remember your favorite brother?He was killed by those two people...

The night was very dark, and the moonlight shattered all over the place was cold.Under the bright lights, it was black and white, the beautiful face, the old past, cannot escape.

The wind is rustling, and the swaying shadows on the ground are mottled.

It was too dark, and there was only one road, and she was familiar with it, but it was the place most people would not want to go to - the hospital.

The warm lights were on in the ward, and the strong smell of disinfectant was obviously so pungent, but Jiang Xiachu felt extremely at ease.For five years, this room has always had a warm light, and it has never been dimmed once.

Jiang Xia started very lightly, walked to the hospital bed, and sat on the wooden chair with cushions.With such a gentle movement, the long eyelashes on the lying pale face trembled slightly, and slowly opened his eyes, a pair of eyes that were purer than water seemed to light up a little darkness.

"I woke you up." Jiang Xiachu smiled lightly, without alienation, but with a friendly greeting.

A very faint smile, unlike the sharp indifference when facing Zuo Cheng, at this time she seemed to be gradually becoming real.

"No, I was still awake just now." The man on the hospital bed smiled back, propped his hands, and leaned back.His lips are very pale, and his face is also very pale, like pure paper, but he has a kind of sickly handsomeness.

"Yi Chen, I saw him today." Jiang Xiachu just narrated it calmly, without any strong emotions, as if he was telling someone else's story.

Her relaxation was feigned, Qi Yichen knew it.Because he could see the panic and tiredness in her eyes.Seeming to understand a little bit, Qi Yichen asked: "Zuocheng?"

Hearing that name from someone else, Jiang Xiachu felt strange.She couldn't have imagined that she could speak to that person so calmly: "It's been five years, and he still looks the same, just like when I first saw him, unruly, indifferent, tough, and seems a little lonely " Then, with a sneer, "I must be wrong, how could someone like him be lonely?"

Qi Yichen's eyes are light amber, with a warm light, and he will look at the other party impartially when speaking.His voice is always pleasant, and Jiang Xiachu feels like the wind in April: "People always cover up, and there are many masks. We are all in the game. The truth and the cover-up have long been blurred. Who will see the real and the fake?" Got it."

Jiang Xiachu always felt that Qi Yichen should be a philosopher, he could always analyze all the edges and corners of people, and see clearly, but he was a doctor, a doctor who was a patient.

People's hearts are corrupt, it's hard to cure, even Qi Yichen, the only thing that can be cured is the body.

Jiang Xiachu nodded lightly: "Yeah, I also wore a mask to pretend, I thought I had forgotten all the past related to that person, only to realize that I hate him so much."

Seeing each other again, the dusty past came back, and the bone-biting hatred became clear. She thought she had forgotten, but it turned out she was deceiving herself.

"Xia Chu, let go, the one who hurts is always me." Qi Yichen looked into Jiang Xiachu's eyes, deep, deep, as sincere as he wanted to see the bottom of his heart.

In this world, Jiang Xiachu couldn't believe it anymore, the only person she wouldn't doubt was Qi Yichen.

She understands Qi Yichen's pity, but people always have a lot of helplessness, she can only shake her head: "I can't let go, I can't escape, maybe there is something that will die, just like me and Zuo Cheng."

Zuocheng... Zuocheng... went to the bone very early, it was poppy, it rotted her heart.

Qi Yichen drew back his eyelashes a little bit, as if a little unnatural: "If you want to escape—"

Before he finished speaking, she interrupted.

"I'm very tired. Even if I ran away, I just changed a mask and continued to pretend to forget. I'm really tired. I don't even have the courage to escape. And Zuocheng won't give me a second time. Unless I die, I know." She sneered, "That person is already crazy."

"Then don't run away, stop pretending, at least in front of me."

Without any disguise, Jiang Xiachu who took off his mask seems to have only a shell left, and even the depths of his eyes have no sparkle, but they are lightly condensed, looking out the window: "Yi Chen, if you didn't use a mask five years ago, The dead body replaced me, and I'm probably a dead body now."

Five years ago, what a distant three words, probably if that person did not appear, she would never mention it in her life.

"You are still alive." Mantian Xingzi melted into his eyes, tender and soft.

She tugged at her lips, and the desolate remnants fell on the shallow dimples, and her voice, like the cloud enclosing the moon, was erratic: "Yes, living like a walking dead, it's because God doesn't have eyes, or it's my fate. Raising her hand, the finger-long scar on her left wrist looks hideous under the moonlight. She seems to be smiling, but not smiling. Her voice and smile are probably inseparable from a cool word. "Such a big scar, I deliberately cut it a few times." , or was dragged back from the ghost gate by Zuo Cheng, that man can even control life and death, I don't know what will be the end of my sentence this time."

That year, she had just turned 17. In less than three months, she had been sent to the emergency room five times because of suicide. Except for the last time, Jiang Zuocheng didn't even leave her with a single scar on her hands.

And that last time, she changed the attending doctor, named Qi Yichen, the most outstanding surgeon in that hospital, the scar on her wrist remained till now.

Mi Mi's eyes wove a soft net, his face covering her was actually paler than his long-term illness: "Xia Chu, your life was brought back by me, not Zuo Cheng."

Indeed... At that time, she used her bandaged left hand, which still occupied a large area of ​​Yin Hong, to pull his white coat, unable to speak, and pulled her lips with difficulty.

Help me... He, who doesn't understand lip language, understands it for the first time, not from her lips, but from her eyes, the dead silence after despair, and a trace of illusory hope left behind despite her stubbornness.

He thought, if such eyes were closed forever, he would probably have a nightmare for the rest of his life.Until now, he still didn't understand how he exchanged a dead body for her that day, so calmly as if he planned it long ago.

Suddenly, he said in a deep voice: "So no matter what, live a good life for me, live hard like me, even if your heart has a few holes, don't give up." His face was as pale as paper, but there seemed to be a kind of Reassuring magic.His face turned even paler, probably the broken heart was clamoring again.

She was a little cold, moved closer to the bed, hid her hands under the quilt, raised her head, her eyes were gray and dusty, and she asked him so seriously and quietly: "Living with a broken heart!" I'm so tired, Yi Chen, can all the heart diseases be cured?" She pressed a pair of icy cold hands to his chest, where it was warm, with slight ups and downs, she said softly, "Like you, like me."

(End of this chapter)