Chapter 188: Narrative 2: First Encounter
Luo Qinglin disappeared in the middle of the night on the second day of the New Year.
When Jiang Yanyu opened his eyes, Luo Qinglin was no longer on the other side of the bed. All of Luo Qinglin's personal belongings disappeared, leaving only a handwritten note on the bedside table.
【separate! goodbye! ! ! 】
Luo Qinglin's handwriting is very clean, in a lovely round font, but the words on this piece of paper are written in an aggressive manner.
Jiang Yanyu opened the app slowly and was about to look for Luo Qinglin's location when his cell phone buzzed. It was a call from Han Tingyun.
Jiang Yanyu hung up once, but Han Tingyun kept calling again and again, persisting.
Jiang Yanyu sighed, answered the phone, and asked impatiently, "What's the matter?"
"Brother, my sister-in-law said she wants to divorce you and asked me to take out the chip, otherwise I would have surgery to cut it out myself!" Han Tingyun said hurriedly.
"He's in Shanghai? Where you are?" Jiang Yanyu asked with a frown.
"No, he called me and said he wanted to divorce me. He asked me to turn off the location. If I didn't, he would use a knife to cut open my skin and take out the chip." Han Tingyun said.
I gradually became anxious and a feeling of discomfort rose from my heart.
Jiang Yanyu suppressed his madness and lowered his voice, "It's okay, it's just a conflict, don't worry about it, I'm hanging up first."
"You and sister-in-law..."
"No divorce!"
Jiang Yanyu hung up the phone impatiently, threw the phone heavily on the bed, scratched his hair irritably, folded his arms, and paced back and forth in the bedroom.
Jiang Yanyu knew clearly that Luo Qinglin would not break up with him, but was angry about his lying, so he ran away from home and was waiting for him to admit his mistake.
He was not right, but his irritability was uncontrollable, like a fire, which annoyed Jiang Yanyu and made him want to lose control and destroy.
Jiang Yanyu walked around the bed several times. In order to calm down, he had to open the closet, crawl into it, and hide himself in the darkness.
Calming down himself in the closet alone, Jiang Yanyu's crazy mood eased a lot. He slowed down his breathing and called Luo Qinglin with an expressionless face.
Beep...beep...beep...
No one answered the phone, and after the busy tone there was a hang-up reminder.
After making several phone calls but no one answered, Jiang Yanyu opened WeChat again and wanted to send a message to Luo Qinglin.
As soon as the message was sent, a red exclamation mark appeared next to the dialog box, reminding him that he had been blocked by Luo Qinglin.
The location and information about Luo Qinglin in the app disappeared, and only his information was displayed alone on the page.
Luo Qinglin was indeed angry this time, and he was very angry. It was probably because he was already very angry after seeing Si Moyu. He had been living in anxiety and fear for most of the month. Now he found out that he was lying, so he couldn't help but explode.
Luo Qinglin took the initiative to confess the night before, which was to give him a chance to make amends and admit to the lie himself, but he pretended not to understand.
Jiang Yanyu sat in the darkness without saying a word. He waited until the frenzy of destruction had subsided and he calmed down before he began to check Luo Qinglin's whereabouts and location.
In less than ten minutes, Jiang Yanyu knew Luo Qinglin's exact location.
Four hours ago, Luo Qinglin took the high-speed train from Lincheng Railway Station. The train's final destination was Beijing. It is now halfway and is expected to arrive in Beijing around eight o'clock tomorrow morning.
Jiang Yanyu didn't bother to apply for a private flight, and directly bought the latest ticket to Beijing, taking over the economy class seat that someone else had canceled at a high price.
Without taking the time to pack his luggage, Jiang Yanyu boarded a plane before dawn and headed for the capital.
On the way to Beijing, Jiang Yanyu personally sorted out all the information. When he got off the plane, Luo Qinglin was still on the high-speed rail.
Luo Qinglin had given him the key to his house a long time ago. Jiang Yanyu thought he would never use it, but he didn't expect it to come in handy now.
As soon as he got off the plane, Jiang Yanyu rushed directly to Luo Qinglin's house. When he arrived home, Luo Qinglin had just got off the high-speed train.
Jiang Yanyu sat on the sofa and waited, checking the prepared materials and practicing the words he had prepared several times, so that he could tell Luo Qinglin when he came.
Buzz.
The cell phone vibrated, interrupting Jiang Yanyu's thoughts.
"Mr. Jiang, Mr. Luo is now on his way to the building where you usually live."
"Got it. Keep following him and don't alarm him."
Jiang Yanyu took a deep breath, sat on the sofa and waited quietly, knowing that Luo Qinglin couldn't be waiting for him at home, and must have gone back to pack his luggage.
Sure enough, half an hour later, the person on guard sent a message saying that Luo Qinglin had left home and was heading towards where he was, and attached a photo of Luo Qinglin carrying a large suitcase.
The photo is blurry.
In the photo, Luo Qinglin was not wearing much. He was not wearing the pink cotton-padded jacket that he had picked out himself. He was only wearing the thin windbreaker that he bought last year.
Luo Qinglin took the subway and arrived home an hour later.
The suitcase in his hand was not heavy, and it only contained a few short-sleeved shirts, just for show. Luo Qinglin lifted the suitcase with one hand and climbed to the eleventh floor in one breath without even taking a breath.
When he took the key and turned the door to find that it was not locked, Luo Qinglin knew that Jiang Yanyu was already waiting for him at home.
Luo Qinglin didn't hesitate and kicked the door open with a bang. The door hit the wall with a loud noise and left a deep dent on the white wall.
Luo Qinglin raised his eyes and looked at Jiang Yanyu who was sitting on the sofa.
Their eyes met, the atmosphere was stagnant, and they were all speechless.
After staring at each other for a few seconds, Luo Qinglin looked away, silently carried the suitcase to his own bedroom, slammed the door shut, and threw the suitcase on the ground, making a loud noise.
Just for show, Luo Qinglin didn't open the suitcase to pack it. Instead, he kicked the suitcase under the bed, lay down on the bedding, closed his eyes and rested.
Having left Lincheng in the middle of the night and not having slept well the previous night, Luo Qinglin was very sleepy and fell asleep not long after lying down.
When Luo Qinglin opened his eyes again, as expected, there was a soft chest in front of him and the familiar mint scent at the tip of his nose. Jiang Yanyu's hand was on his back, stroking it from time to time, as if confirming his presence.
Luo Qinglin raised his head and met Jiang Yanyu's gaze.
Jiang Yanyu didn't sleep well either. She couldn't hide the tiredness on her face. Her eyes were fixed on him.
Luo Qinglin's soft heart lasted only for a moment. He quickly calmed down, retracted his gaze, snorted coldly, turned around and faced away from Jiang Yanyu.
As if this was not enough, Luo Qinglin moved another inch closer to the bed, deliberately moving away from Jiang Yanyu.
"Who are you? Why are you lying on my bed?" Luo Qinglin curled up, not wanting Jiang Yanyu to touch him, and asked in a cold voice.
After waiting for a long time, Jiang Yanyu did not speak, and Luo Qinglin said coldly: "If you have nothing to say to me, then leave my house and go to the registry office to divorce after the Spring Festival."
In the silence, Jiang Yanyu said in a half-hoarse voice: "I like you."
Hearing this hoarse and tired voice, Luo Qinglin's heart softened unconsciously. He resisted the urge to turn over and continued to ask: "What else? Don't you have anything else to say to me?"
Jiang Yanyu let out a long sigh, moved closer to Luo Qinglin, and seeing that he did not resist, he stretched out his arms and hugged Luo Qinglin.
"August 14th was not the first day we met. I already liked you before that."
-
When he arrived in London, 14-year-old Louis went completely crazy and no one could control him anymore.
Students in public schools are just fools who are spoiled by their parents. They will gather small groups to bully and laugh at others, and then they will feel that they are the center of the world and be complacent.
Louis had a more oriental face, and a thin look as if he was hungry. His eyes were still seductive and bright. He became the target of attack as soon as he entered school.
The malice hidden in the smile was something Louis was most familiar with.
Five years of mental and physical abuse should have driven Louis insane, but he did not go completely crazy. Instead, he became a manic-depressive patient controlled by reason.
The first time, some ignorant senior thugs took off Louis' pants in the bathroom, kicked his knees, and made him kneel down to drink the black tea with spit in it.
Louis was not nervous at all. Instead, he laughed crazily, took out a 30-centimeter folding knife from his pocket, and stabbed the tip of the knife into the thigh of the leader.
The donated blood gushed out, and hoarse screams echoed in the bathroom. The others were frightened and stunned for a long time before they hurriedly fled out of the bathroom.
Louis smiled, his fox eyes narrowed into a slit, his hands never stopped, stabbing down again and again. The screams were like medicine to nourish the spirit, the more miserable and louder, the happier Louis was.
When the leg was stabbed to pieces with blood, Louis stopped, let go of the man, and looked down at him condescendingly.
"What did you just scold me for?" Louis walked to the sink, turned on the faucet, and carefully cleaned the tip of the knife to wash away the dirty blood.
The man lay on the ground, only able to utter incoherent mumblings and trembling due to blood loss.
Louis cleaned the knife, turned around lazily, and played the recording.
"Yellow monkey." "Slave." "Go back to your own country."
Louis paused the recording and warned with a smile: "If you dare to tell anyone about this, I will kill you, understand?"
The man nodded, promised not to tell anyone about this, and asked Louis not to send the recording to his parents and the police.
But eventually, the school still knew about this, not because of that person who reported it, but because of several other people who escaped.
Considering that Louis was only fighting back in self-defense, the person concerned insisted not to pursue the matter, saying it was only his fault. Both parties were given 50 lashes and suspended from school for one month.
By the time Louis returned to school, the informants had all dropped out.
Because during this month, those people were captured one by one by Louis and subjected to mental torture over and over again.
For those who were afraid of snakes, Louis had someone pull out the snake's teeth and let the snake wrap around the person.
If you like cats, Louis would tie them up and make them watch videos of cats being tortured and killed day and night.
For religious people, Lousi would let the "devil" come and tell them over and over again that they should go to hell.
Louis used Mayfield's usual tactics, smiling but not vicious, never causing physical injuries, only destroying the spirit.
When I returned to school, there were still people who were blind enough to provoke me.
Louis used these methods repeatedly to torture anyone who came to provoke him into a madman. From then on, everyone was afraid of him and dared not provoke him.
Louis felt bored and went looking for other fun things to do.
Seeing someone bullying a student from an ordinary family, Louis couldn't wait to join in and suggested tying the student to a tree. Everyone drove the car, stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and stepped on the brake before crashing into the student to see who could get closer.
Everyone was afraid of something happening, but no one dared to disobey Louis' suggestion, because Louis was a madman. Anyone who resisted him would be targeted and tortured until they became a madman like him.
Amid the huge roar, Louis stood aside and laughed wildly, admiring the man tied to the tree who was crying and screaming in fear.
The people in the car were also nervous.
If someone stepped on the accelerator too early and stopped too far away, Louis would ask them to try again with a smile, otherwise they would have to pay the price.
At the end of the "game", Louis was not satisfied with it, so he sat in the driving seat and asked those people to start running two seconds in advance. He stepped on the accelerator and chased them to see who would be "caught" first.
Louis was like a cat teasing a mouse, enjoying the crazy screams outside the window.
After having enough fun, Louis stepped on the brakes and, in high spirits, untied the students who were tied to the tree.
After playing various games, Louis caused panic among the people in the public school.
The school couldn't do anything to him. Even if they told Mayfield about these things, they would only get a few rebuttals.
"Do you have any evidence that Louis has actually harmed others? Isn't he helping classmates who are being bullied? The number of bullying incidents in school has obviously decreased. Isn't it Louis's credit?"
When Louis was in low spirits, he would play games with people in public school. When he was in high spirits, he would skip classes, speed, smash parked cars, escape, and jump into the Thame River to swim in sub-zero temperatures.
After two or three years, the game became more and more exaggerated, and it almost resulted in a loss of life. The school couldn't stand it anymore, so they forced Louis to quit and let Mayfield take him away.
Less than two weeks after Mayfield took Louis home, he was sent back to London to an unknown kilometer school.
Because every night, Louis didn't sleep. As if he had taken stimulants, he stood in front of her bed and looked at her with a smile.
Mayfield tried locking the door, but Louis would still climb in through the window, break the glass, stand over her bed, and stare at her.
Until one day, Louis found a sickle from somewhere, carved a bright red cross pattern on his arm, stood by her bed with the bloody sickle in his hand, smiling like a devil from hell. Mayfield could no longer bear it and sent him back to London.
Public schools are much more interesting than aristocratic schools. Louis can catch people every day and play torturous games with them. There are no sanctimonious fools, only lunatics as crazy as him.
In public schools, more people drop out due to mental problems, and no one dares to intervene or cares, thanks to Louis's fun games.
This kind of life continued until the summer when he was eighteen, before he met Luo Qinglin.
-
There are not many people who keep in touch with Jiang Yanyu all year round. Apart from Han Zhuo and Bai Shengyun, there is only Lin Sangshen.
When Jiang Yanyu was hungry, Han Yu and Bai Shengyun gave him food, and Lin Sangsen gave him candy.
Lin Sangshan went to the Jiang family a few years ago with her mother. When she saw Jiang Yanyu covered in wounds, she gave him all the candies in her pocket out of pity.
However, Jiang Yanyu did not accept it at that time. Instead, he threw all the candies on the ground and hid back in his room.
Jiang Su stayed at the Jiang family for a few days. When he finally left, he put some candy on Jiang Yanyu's windowsill and gave it to him to eat.
During the summer vacation when he was eighteen, Jiang Yanyu had nothing to do. After playing enough games at school, he prepared to return to Winchester to continue to torture Mayfield.
But Mayfield didn't want to see him and found an excuse - his beloved aunt was ill and was about to die, so he insisted on sending Jiang Yanyu away and sending him to China to stay for a summer.
Jiang Yanyu was almost tied up and sent to Lincheng. Because he was not good at speaking Chinese and could hardly speak it, Jiang Yanyu seemed taciturn and just stayed there quietly.
Lin Sangshen's mother was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer last year. It was already in stage four when it was discovered. She had not much time left and was literally counting the days to live.
After all the property was taken away, Lin Sangshen's mother had no money for medical treatment. It was useless to ask her father for help. She could only contact Jiang Yanyu on the other side of the ocean and borrow some money for treatment.
Lin Sangshen's mother was staying in a public hospital, with three people in a ward. When Jiang Yanyu went to the hospital to visit her, the woman had become so thin that she looked like a skeleton.
The woman was tortured by the illness and was unconscious. She could only mutter "Sansans" to herself. Lin Sangsans lay beside the woman and cried quietly. His eyes turned red. Even the patient in the next bed couldn't hold back his tears.
At that time, Jiang Yanyu had no idea why Lin Sangshen was crying. He just thought that birth, old age, sickness and death were inevitable. What was there to cry about?
If Jiang Ligang, Mrs. Jiang or Mayfield died, he would make fireworks from their ashes and release them into the sky to celebrate.
And if Bai Shengyun or Han Zhuo died of illness, he would at most go to pay his respects every year and send them food, but he would never cry like this.
For half a month, Jiang Yanyu stayed in the hospital doing nothing all day, watching others die coldly and the pain of their loved ones who were left in the world. He laughed at their fragility in his heart and wondered how they could not even bear this little pain.
The reason why Jiang Yanyu was only sarcastic in his heart was not because he was kind-hearted, but because others could not understand his English, let alone his poor and degraded Chinese.
However, although life is boring, the snacks in Lincheng are much more delicious than the food at Mayfield's house and school.
Jiang Yanyu went out every day and asked Lin Sangshen to buy him spring rolls and millet porridge. He then walked around the hospital with breakfast.
Without a car, unable to speak the language, or any crazy people causing trouble, Jiang Yanyu just stares blankly, plays with his phone, and remains in a low-spirited and indifferent state every day, but for some reason he doesn't feel bored.
But this low mood did not last long, because in the second week of staying in the hospital, he finally saw Luo Qinglin who came to the hospital to deliver meals.
Jiang Yanyu still remembers the scene of that day.
As usual, after seeing enough of others crying, he walked to the hospital entrance and, as a prank, pushed ants in the grass into the water with a branch.
Jiang Yanyu was watching the ants struggling in the water when suddenly a charming minty scent entered his nose. The fragrance was very unique. Jiang Yanyu had never smelled it before, so he looked up.
A boy carrying a pink lunch box walked past him. He was wearing a white T-shirt and jeans, had slender limbs and fair skin, was much thinner than him, and wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.
The boy felt his gaze, so he turned around and looked at him with a pair of innocent and beautiful eyes. Not understanding what he was looking at, he smiled with his eyes curved and quickly left.
What's so funny?
Why are you smiling at him?
Was the boy provoking him?
Jiang Yanyu couldn't tell what he felt in his heart. It seemed like he was angry, because the anger made his heart beat rapidly, and a warm current flowed to his limbs, making his hands numb, but it also seemed like that was not the case.
Jiang Yanyu threw away the branch and followed the boy aggressively, thinking that no matter whether the boy could understand English or not, he would catch the boy, tie him to the tree, bully him, and play dirty games with him.
But the closer he got, the slower Jiang Yanyu's steps became.
Perhaps it was because the increasingly strong mint scent extinguished the "anger" in her heart. When her fingertips were about to touch the boy's soft hair, Jiang Yanyu suddenly stopped.
In a daze, the boy walked farther and farther away, merged into the crowd, went to another floor, and disappeared.
The boy's hair was like feathers, soft and smooth. It gently touched Jiang Yanyu's fingertips, making his entire palm numb and itchy.
Jiang Yanyu does not believe in ghosts or religion, and his body is covered with blasphemous tattoos.
But at this moment, Jiang Yanyu suspected that the boy might not be a human, but a ghost trapped in the hospital, which was why he changed and had strange feelings.
Jiang Yanyu stood at the door of the hospital, hiding in the corner, waiting for the boy to appear again to verify his idea.
Less than an hour later, the boy reappeared, standing on the escalator and slowly descending from a height.
There seems to be something wrong with my five senses.
Even though he was at such a long distance, Jiang Yanyu could still smell the minty scent that was like a drug. He even slowed down his breathing unconsciously, and even if he held his breath, he could not stop the scent from entering his nostrils.
Is this a human or a ghost?
Jiang Yanyu turned around, faced the wall, and hid herself in the corner so that the boy could not see her.
As if he could feel the boy's footsteps, when the boy walked out the door, Jiang Yanyu turned around and secretly followed the boy.
The boy walked out of the hospital smoothly and went somewhere else, greeting other passers-by with a smile. Only then did Jiang Yanyu become certain that the boy was not a ghost trapped in the hospital.
The boy walked along the winding streets, turned into the narrow alleys, and suddenly squatted down.
Jiang Yanyu slowed down his pace and breathing, secretly watching what the boy was going to do.
"Woof, woof, woof!" The boy suddenly made a clear dog bark.
When Jiang Yanyu heard the boy's voice, he felt even more angry. He was so angry that his whole body felt like it was burning. He wondered why a normal person would learn to bark like a dog. Did he have an intellectual disability?
In just a few seconds, a small yellow dog ran out from the corridor, wagging its tail happily and running to the boy panting.
The boy chuckled twice, rubbed the puppy's ears, took out a sausage from his trouser pocket and fed it to the puppy.
How can we feed human food to animals?
Jiang Yanyu thought angrily, if you have such a kind heart, why don’t you donate the food to people in need instead of feeding it to animals? It's nothing but hypocrisy!
The boy rubbed the puppy's ears and scratched its chin. After a moment, he said "See you tomorrow" in dialect, then returned along the same path and walked out of the alley.
For some reason, Jiang Yanyu quickly turned around and hid in the darkness. He waited until the boy walked away before coming out from the corner.
Jiang Yanyu returned the same way in a daze, with nothing in his mind. As he slowly walked back to the hospital, the anger in his heart had not subsided and he became more and more irritated.
Walking back to the ward dizzy, Lin Sangshen was still beside her mother with red eyes.
It was rare to see him enter the room. Lin Sangshen raised her head and found that Jiang Yanyu's face was very red. He looked like he had a fever, his expression was dull and dizzy.
"What's wrong with your face?" Lin Sangshen asked in unstandard English.
"My face?" Jiang Yanyu touched his face with his palm and felt it was burning hot. He frowned and replied, "I'm angry."
Lin Sangshen didn't understand why someone would be angry like this. She just thought Jiang Yanyu was sick. "Do you have a fever? Are you feeling unwell?"
"No!" Jiang Yanyu said firmly, "I'm just angry."
From that day on, Jiang Yanyu's anger never subsided. He stood at the door every day to see if the boy would come. He decided several times to tie the boy to a tree and bully him. He would tie him up and destroy everything the boy liked, just to see the little boy cry and beg for mercy.
But when the refreshing mint scent entered his nose and he remembered the touch of soft hair, Jiang Yanyu withdrew his hand and just stood in the dark to peek to see what the boy was doing.
He disappeared for a long time, ran around, and his cheeks were red. His abnormal behavior was soon discovered by Lin Sangshen.
Finally one day, when he was secretly following the boy outside, Lin Sangshen also followed him quietly to see what he was doing.
The boy didn't go to the alley to play with the little dog every day. On this day, after leaving the hospital, he went straight to the bus station and waited for the bus.
Jiang Yanyu hid at the corner of the road, stuck her head out, peeked at the boy's thin neck and the teardrop mole under his eye, and was still "angry" in her heart.
"What are you looking at?"
Suddenly, Lin Sangshen's voice came from behind. Jiang Yanyu turned around, her cheeks still flushed.
Lin Sangshen noticed something was wrong and squinted to look at the station. It was afternoon and still a weekday, and there was no one else in front of the station except a boy in neat clothes.
"Who is that...?" Lin Sangshen frowned and asked, "Why are you following someone?"
"I'm angry with him." Jiang Yanyu explained.
After hearing this, Lin Sangshan felt even more confused and asked, "Do you know him? Or does he know you?"
"I don't know him," Jiang Yanyu said, "I get angry when I see him. I want to tie him to a tree and watch him cry."
"Are you crazy?" Lin Sangshen suddenly raised her voice, perhaps startling the boy. The boy turned around and looked over here in confusion.
Jiang Yanyu quickly grabbed Lin Sangshen and hid behind the wall at the corner of the road, whispering, "Don't let him find us!"
In Lin Sangshen's eyes, Jiang Yanyu's behavior was extremely strange.
When the boy got on the bus, Lin Sangshen could no longer hold back her doubts and asked loudly, "Why did you follow him? This is not right!"
Jiang Yanyu was unconvinced, "Why can't I follow him? I didn't do anything to him, I was just thinking about him in my mind, is this illegal?"
"You..." Lin Sangchan couldn't argue with Jiang Yanyu, "Anyway, this is wrong! You don't know him, why are you following him?"
"I said it because I was very angry with him." Jiang Yanyu said.
"Why are you angry with him?" Lin Sangshen asked.
Jiang Yanyu had no idea what he was angry about. He suddenly stopped talking and couldn't give an answer.
Lin Sangshen frowned and said sternly: "You must tell me everything clearly. No one in Lincheng will cover up your crime. If you go to jail, I will not be able to save you."
Jiang Yanyu sneered and said disdainfully: "It's just going to jail..."
Lin Sangshen slapped Jiang Yanyu on the back and threatened, "If you don't tell the truth today, not only will there be no steamed buns tomorrow, there won't even be any millet porridge!"
Jiang Yanyu looked at her coldly for a few seconds before telling her what he had done in the past few days.
The more she listened, the more strange and confused she felt. At the end, Lin Sangshen frowned and said, "Are you sure you're angry? You sound like you like him."
like......
like?
Since he was twelve years old, Jiang Yanyu had no favorite things, because as long as he showed any preference, Mayfield would brainwash him like a madman until he completely hated the things he liked.
"Impossible!" Jiang Yanyu denied hastily, "I can't possibly like him."
"Then why are you blushing?" Lin Sangshen asked loudly.
"I said, it's because I'm angry!" Jiang Yanyu raised his voice unconsciously.
In the eyes of others, the two people standing on the roadside were like two Chinese people who, instead of practicing English at home, had to speak incomprehensible language on the street, disturbing others.
More and more people gathered to watch the show. Lin Sangshen apologized to the people around him with a smile, and took Jiang Yanyu back to the hospital.
"When your hand touched his hair, your palm felt numb. Was it because you were angry? And you smelled those scents because you were angry?" Lin Sangshen asked.
"I......"
"You just like him," Lin Sangshen said, seeing that Jiang Yanyu couldn't say anything to refute, "I'm sure."
"Impossible!" Jiang Yanyu said.
"Then if you stay in the ward all day tomorrow and don't wait for him at the door, I will believe what you say," said Lin Sangshen.
Jiang Yanyu snorted coldly and agreed: "Ok."
The next day, the closer it got to the time when the boy would appear, the more restless Jiang Yanyu became. He wanted to secretly stand up and slip out to follow him.
However, Lin Sangshen stared at him closely and looked at him with a warning look whenever he moved.
After sitting in his seat for ten minutes, Jiang Yanyu couldn't stand it anymore. Ignoring Lin Sangchen's gaze, he hurried out of the ward and ran downstairs.
The boy should have come down from upstairs in an hour. Jiang Yanyu waited for a long time but no one showed up.
Jiang Yanyu was feeling depressed, so she took the escalator and went directly to the ward where the boy often went. Because she couldn't speak Chinese well, Jiang Yanyu couldn't ask a single question to the nurse who was making the bed.
Lin Sangshan followed him and asked him, "Why did you come here?"
"I want to ask his name," Jiang Yanyu said, "I want to know where he lives."
"If you promise not to do anything bad and admit that you like him, I will tell you who he is." Lin Sangshen said coldly.
Jiang Yanyu pursed his lips tightly, biting his lower lip tightly and asked in a low voice: "I can promise that I won't hurt him, but what makes you say that I like him?"
Lin Sangchan rolled her eyes and no longer wanted to argue with this idiot. "It's fine if you don't admit it. Think it over clearly. Only when you think it over will I tell you."
"Even if you don't tell me, I have a way to find him." Jiang Yanyu said disdainfully.
"If you dare to do anything bad, I will call the police immediately and have you arrested!" Lin Sangshen warned with his eyes wide open.
The two quarreled in English in the corridor, their faces turned red, and people around them came to watch the fun.
Lin Sangchan was embarrassed, so he dragged the man to the safe staircase and said in a low voice, "You don't even know your own thoughts, what's the point of finding him? Keep following him and keep getting angry?"
"I just want to see him. I won't do anything else. Why are you in such a hurry?" Jiang Yanyu also didn't understand why Lin Sangchan was so alert.
"Of course I would be anxious! Your grandmother told me everything you did in London and asked me to find a way to teach you well. How could I let you hurt others?" Lin Sangshen said with a frown.
"Mayfield asked you to teach me well?"
Jiang Yanyu seemed to have heard a huge joke, and couldn't help laughing and mocking, "Didn't she tell you that she used to treat me like this, and that these were the methods she taught me?"
Hearing this, Lin Sangshen's expression changed and he no longer spoke loudly in a scolding tone.
"You said...what does it mean that she treats you like this?" Lin Sangshen asked.
"It means exactly the same thing as what I used, to torture others mentally without leaving any physical scars." Jiang Yanyu said with a smile.
Seeing Lin Sangshen's pale face, Jiang Yanyu grinned, showing his white teeth and comforted her: "It's okay, I used the same method on her. She can't sleep now, and she will be awakened by nightmares when she sleeps."
Lin Sangshen was silent for a moment, took a long breath, and whispered: "In short, you can't do this to others again, especially to that boy."
"Of course, I just want to see him cry, not torture him." Jiang Yanyu assured.
"He..." Lin Sangshen sighed and compromised, "He is in the same high school as me, in the same grade, and his name is Luo Qinglin."
Jiang Yanyu was afraid that Lin Sangshen was lying to him, so he asked doubtfully, "How do you know his name?"
"After you returned to the hotel yesterday, I came upstairs to ask about it. His aunt was sick and in the hospital, and he would come to get lunch every day to visit her and chat to relieve his boredom."
At this point, Lin Sangshen muttered again, "You obviously like him, but you're still stubborn and refuse to admit it."
"Luo Qinglin..."
Jiang Yanyu repeated it slowly in Chinese, but his tone was not standard.
"Anyway, don't bother him. When the summer is over, you should hurry back to London. Don't stay here and make me worry. I'm dreaming now, and all my dreams are about you being caught by the police and being thrown into jail." Lin Sangshen complained.
Jiang Yanyu nodded superficially, accompanied Lin Sangshen back to the room, sat on a chair and looked at his mobile phone. When he returned to the hotel in the evening, he couldn't wait to make a call.
"Help me check someone, do it secretly, don't let anyone else know."
"Huaguo, Lincheng City, Lincheng No. 1 Middle School, Luo Qinglin."
"Help me get a student status certificate. I'm not going back to London. I want to stay here and re-enroll."
That night, Jiang Yanyu was so excited that he couldn't sleep. All he could think of was Luo Qinglin crying and begging for mercy...
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Luo Qinglin: So you thought you were angry? ? ?
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