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Chapter 65

"Mr. Zhi?"

Jiang Wenhao interrupted Zhitao. He was standing outside the door looking in. After Zhitao and his servants looked at him together, he said embarrassedly: "Sorry, did I disturb you?"

Zhitao's expression softened in an instant, and she shook her head slightly towards Jiang Wenhao. Jiang Wenhao always has a unique privilege with him, which is a privilege born of years of companionship.

After being beheaded, the man ran away in the dark, leaving only Zhitao lying on the ground. Since he hadn't come home for a long time, Jiang Wenhao, who had been sleeping, went out and soon found a Jiang Wenhao immediately rushed the person to the hospital.

It wasn't until three days later that Zhitao was transferred from the intensive care unit to the general ward. During this period, he fell into a coma intermittently. During this period, he had the impression of glaring white light and blurred figures, and it was extremely difficult to breathe.

After being transferred to the general ward, Zhitao regained consciousness. As soon as he regained consciousness, he saw Jiang Wenhao who had been guarding him. Jiang Wenhao cried directly, like raindrops falling on the car window, one after another.

"It's good to be alive, it's good to be alive..." Jiang Wenhao didn't dare to touch him, but just repeated this sentence in a low voice, with sparkling liquid in his eyes.

Zhitao blinked, tears rolling down her cheeks.

Perhaps because he was worried that Zhitao would be bored lying on the hospital bed, Jiang Wenhao also learned stand-up comedy. He prepared carefully every time, and he was often able to make the patients and family members in the first ward laugh. Everyone said he was a pistachio.

But sometimes Zhitao would hear him crying, as if crying out his internal organs, seeing his lover covered in blood caused deep harm to Jiang Wenhao, and he especially blamed himself for not going out to pick up Zhitao.

On the other hand, Zhitao didn't think there was anything wrong with Jiang Wenhao. It took him more than ten minutes to walk home, and he could walk back in no time. Moreover, it happened to be when the company was just starting up. Being able to sleep in seconds, he thought it was right for Jiang Wenhao to rest at home.

The fault was the man who hurt them for no reason.

Similarly, it was the Jiang family who used children as sacrifices.

But why is it Jiang Wenhao who bears the misfortune alone? Zhitao's eyes fell on Jiang Wenhao's face. He was looking at the people in the room with a sorry face, apparently unaware of Zhitao's abnormality.

Zhitao calmed down, and said after a while: "Why did you come to find me?"

"I heard you were injured." Jiang Wenhao walked in after hesitating for a moment, his eyes fell on Zhitao's arm, the red marks on his arm had dissipated a lot, but it was still a bit scary at first glance.

Jiang Wenhao stood still in front of him, and asked gently: "How did this happen, have you applied any medicine?"

Zhitao smiled at him, and said softly: "I've applied the medicine, it's fine."

As for why he was injured, he didn't continue to say, but turned his head and told the servants next to him: "Go and call Dr. Sang over."

The servant smelled the fragrance of the flowers for a long time, and he was dizzy, and he retreated after a while. Jiang Wenhao watched the servant go out in a trance, and said thoughtfully: "Why do I feel that there is something wrong with him."

How does it look like being fascinated by a monster.

Monster Zhitao propped his hands on the chair, and asked coldly: "What's wrong?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, the fragrance in the air became stronger again. Jiang Wenhao touched his nose with his hand. Although it was not the first time he smelled this fragrance, he felt inexplicably familiar every time.

It's really strange, although he and Zhitao haven't met for a long time, but they always feel like they've known each other for a long time, Jiang Wenhao was thinking about something, even after sitting down, he seemed absent-minded.

It wasn't until Sang Luo walked towards him that he realized it, and said in surprise: "So it's for me to see a doctor?"

Jiang Wenhao recognized Dr. Sang Luo, and at first he thought that Sang Luo came to see Zhitao's hand injury, so he was so surprised.

Sang Luo guessed that he had cried enough, his big eyes were drooping, and he had a sense of obedience like a lamb. He said sullenly, "Yes, Mr. Zhi let me see your brain."

Although he was telling the truth, Jiang Wenhao was still offended. He helplessly spread his hands and said to Zhitao, "I know you confused me with my brother."

Zhitao stared at him, obviously without any expression, but as if she was about to cry, Jiang Wenhao sighed, and said: "Although we use the same name, my brother and I are two people, this is the person from the town You can ask whatever you want.”

Zhitao didn't speak, but stared straight at him. Jiang Wenhao felt a little guilty when he looked at him, and said inexplicably after avoiding his gaze: "Sorry."

Those two short words reverberated in the room, like an alarm bell ringing in Zhitao's heart, making him uneasy, just like when he heard someone say the word "sorrow" back then, he put his fingertips on the chair, his eyes were covered with opaque fog.

Sang Luo knew Zhitao's feelings for Jiang Wenhao. Hearing this, he cast worried gazes at him. Silence swelled in the air like a balloon, and the invisible pressure gently pressed everyone's shoulders until Zhitao said, "Is that so?" .”

There was nothing unusual about his appearance and tone, but it just made Sang Luo and Jiang Wenhao more nervous, looking hesitant to speak.

The sun crawled in through the open door, like hands reaching out to them one by one, and finally hung on the ground unwillingly, Zhitao stood up and stepped on the sun, turned around and asked: "Then..."

Sang Luo squeezed the box and looked at him, Zhitao thought for a moment, then said gently to Sang Luo: "Then trouble Dr. Sang, I will send you back later."

The meaning is not to check, Jiang Wenhao stared blankly at his smiling face, rubbing his hands uneasily.

Zhitao nodded to them, and walked out of the door calmly, the servants waiting outside saw him come out, they all smiled, as if they saw what they most expected to see.

He walked all the way, looked all the way, and slowly looked at the Jiang family. The Jiang family was divided into three courtyards, and you could see different houses when you went in and out. Their doors were tightly closed. Zhitao looked at those doors in doubt Desperately said: "Why are there so many houses? Is there anyone living in them?"

Jiang Tong followed behind him at some point, and answered after hearing his question: "There are people living inside, but they usually work outside, so the room is always locked."

Zhitao approached the small room. This room should be used by Jiang's servants. The location is relatively remote and the area occupied is small. He stood in front of the door and pressed it lightly. The door creaked, but it didn't stop there. Opening it, he withdrew his hand and looked up at the room.

I don't know how long he walked, but the sun was already covered by clouds, and the surroundings seemed dim, Jiang Tong followed his footsteps, stood behind him and asked curiously: "Mr. Zhi, what are you looking at? "

Zhitao couldn't say anything, he turned his head to look at Jiang Tong, and said in a low voice, "I just think it's weird."

Everything is so strange, why are there two Jiang Wenhao?Why can everyone tell the difference between Jiang Wenhao and Mr. Jiang?Why is the Jiang family so big?

He thought of Jiang Wenhao, the thick blood vessel leading to the depth of his chest seemed to be stepped on by someone's foot, feeling heavy and painful, Zhitao asked again in frustration: "Why is it so strange?"

His eyelashes were drooping, his side face looked too soft, and inexplicable emotions were condensed in his eyes, as if he had been misreported as a flower in its flowering period, and withered in the cold wind.

Jiang Tong fell silent when he heard the words, and just stared at him with those weird eyes. The four small figures were reflected in his pupils, like a zigzag mirror.

"Mr. Zhi," Jiang Tong's voice sounded in a quiet place, as if he was afraid of disturbing a sweet dream, he spoke softly: "Let's go back."

It's meaningless to go any further, the Jiang family is a big maze, people are going around in circles, Zhitao followed Jiang Tong back from the path, Jiang Tong was wearing small heels, the shoes and stone slabs made a crisp sound, step by step lead the way.

Repeated and monotonous voices can always make people sleepy unconsciously, and Zhitao is the same. He covered his mouth and yawned, and his steps slowed down.

Jiang Tong seemed to have another pair of eyes behind her back. When he was yawning, she turned her head to look at him and asked distressedly: "Mr. Zhi, have you not had a rest recently? Do you want to go back to your room to catch up on sleep?"

Zhitao did not rest well, there was a long, dark road in his dream, this is the road leading to the red temple, on this road, he will never reach the temple, and he will never see Not Jiang Wenhao.

When he thought of this, his heart ached more and his temples throbbed, making him dizzy, so he simply stopped where he was and waited for the feeling to pass.

Jiang Tong walked to him, stretched out her small hand to hold him, tilted her head and looked at his wet cheeks, as if admiring the flower buds stained with morning dew, Jiang Tong said slowly: "Don't be sad, I will with you."

"Always, always with you." Jiang Tong swears to the crying Zhitao, with an obvious childish look on his face, and persistence in his childish words.

Jiang Tong also said something similar this morning, but Zhitao rejected it directly at that time, this time he didn't do what he did in the morning, he just said: "I hate this place."

He seemed to be talking to a child, and he also became childish. He looked down at the teardrops on the ground, and the tears left black marks on the floor. He looked at the conspicuous black dots, and tears welled up again, "I hate it so much. you."

Jiang Tong listened to him at a loss, and finally could only say stupidly: "I'm sorry."

Jiang Tong felt that he had said the wrong thing, because after he finished speaking, he saw the beautiful Zhitao crying even more sadly, like an abandoned child.

After Zhitao returned to the room, Jiang Tong was still lingering at the door, frowning in confusion, his voice was thin and small, and it seemed that many people were talking at the same time. They asked themselves in doubt: "What should I do?"

"Did he find out?"

"Or is it because something hasn't been done well?"

Finally, he shook his head and sighed helplessly: "It's really strange."