Chapter 688 Did you know that Jiang Yiming was once the pride of the Jiang family?
"Son, open your eyes and look at mom. I didn't mean to forget that today is your birthday. Let's go out and celebrate your birthday together, okay?" Jiang's mother lowered her head, hugged the lifeless Jiang Yiming tightly, put her face on his head, bit her lips and sobbed softly.
"Don't you want to buy a new piano? I'll buy you a new one... Also, I remember you loved the sweet and sour pork ribs mom made the most. Haven't I made it for you in a while? I'll make it for you now, and you can eat it when you wake up... Son, open your eyes and look at mom. I was wrong... I admit my mistake..."
"Happy birthday, son. Happy 24th birthday..."
No matter what she said, whether sad or happy, Jiang Yiming closed his eyes tightly and did not react at all.
The wind grew stronger at night, whistling in my ears, as if someone was wailing.
Jiang's mother cried until her eyes were red, and no one could persuade her.
"Are you blaming your father for what he said? Mom's greatest fortune in this life is having you. I have never regretted giving birth to you... What will Mom do if you leave... Yiming... How will I live? How should I live..."
Father Jiang stood aside, not daring to move. His face was cold and uncomfortable. He didn't know what was happening. It was not until he tasted the salty and bitter taste in his mouth that he realized that he was crying. The tears kept falling down.
He looked at the blood-soaked man lying in his wife's arms. Was that Jiang Yiming? His son?
He shouldn't have done that, he couldn't do that, he wasn't that... His son was such a vibrant and energetic person, how could he die in such a tragic way in front of him?
Father Jiang thought a lot and asked himself why the result turned out like this?
He remembered the words he had just cursed at Jiang Yiming.
——"I shouldn't have given birth to you. If I had known you would be like this today, I should have thrown you away when you were born..."
These were just angry words, not coming from the heart. How could he say such cruel words to his own son?
Jiang Yiming, Yiming, a blockbuster success. He was born with his expectations. Once upon a time, Jiang Yiming was the "pride" he often boasted about.
Jiang Yiming went into the entertainment industry instead of inheriting the Jiang family, which has always been a regret for his father. Although he cursed him for being useless, he would search various websites for the latest news about "Jiang Yiming" before going to bed every day to learn about his work and life.
He knew about his new songs, the small supporting roles he played, and the several concerts he held. He even sneaked over once.
He was the only old man among a bunch of young people. The girl next to him was holding a light board. Seeing that he was alone, she kindly asked him, "Uncle, are you here alone?
He nodded.
The little girl asked him who he liked.
He looked up at Jiang Yiming, who was playing the electric guitar on the stage, wildly and wantonly, with a flamboyant smile on his face. That was Jiang Yiming he had never seen before. For a moment, he almost didn't recognize that it was his son.
"Jiang Yiming."
"What a coincidence! I'm also a fan of A Ming. Uncle, I have some extra light sticks here. You can use them and let us support him together. Let him know that we have a lot of fans too."
"Aleurone?"
The young fan patiently explained: "Hufen is the fan name of Jiang Yiming. Ah Ming always calls himself a Huka, so we call him Hufen."
He was forced to hold a light board, which he held high and shook with the young people around him. There was constant noise and lights flashing in the crowd. Jiang Yiming on the stage was even more dazzling than the lights on the stage.
"Jiang Yiming! Jiang Yiming!"
"The best Jiang Yiming in the world!"
"You're not confused at all!"
The scene changed, and Jiang Yiming, who should have been a dazzling star on the stage and had so many fans loving him, has now lost all his light and heat, sleeping lifelessly in this dark, cold place.
His son, his pride, passed away that night. On his 24th birthday, a night that should have been a night of celebration, he quietly climbed up the window, stabbed his heart with a knife, and committed suicide by falling from the building.
Father Jiang couldn't support himself and staggered back two steps, his heart beating rapidly. He grabbed the layer of cloth tightly, and his upper body bent forward under the weight. When he opened his mouth to breathe, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his throat and spit all over the floor, his mouth full of the smell of blood.
My ears were buzzing and my eyelids were drooping.
"master……"
"Mr. Jiang—"
The already suffocating air seemed to become eerie and terrifying all of a sudden. Large areas of darkness seemed to swallow people up, and the body fell deeper and deeper into the extremely cold abyss.
…
Jiang's mother was unwilling to let go. She was unwilling to admit that Jiang Yiming was dead, even though his body was getting colder and colder in her arms.
She sat on the cold ground, holding the cold body.
So many things happened that night that caught everyone off guard. After Jiang's father collapsed, he called 120 and was sent to the hospital. As for Jiang's mother, no one could pull her away. Her hands seemed to be stuck to Jiang Yiming.
I had no choice but to call the police. After waiting for nearly half an hour, the police arrived at the door.
They forcibly separated Jiang's mother and said soothing words: "My condolences."
Jiang's mother frantically grabbed the nearest police officer and screamed, "What do you mean by 'accept my condolences'? He's not dead, my son is not dead!"
At this moment, Jiang's mother had disheveled hair and looked like a madman.
The officer said nothing, simply grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand out of her grasp.
Jiang's mother, who was being carried by someone, could only watch them take Jiang Yiming away in a daze. She cried out in a hoarse voice and her whole body collapsed.
"Where are you taking my son? Give him back to me, please..."
The sky will always brighten, even without the sun, just like the stars are always there, they will always be there even without Jiang Yiming.
Jiang Yiming loved sunny days the most, but on the day of his death there was a thunderstorm, which he hated the most. The roads in J City were full of water, and cars driving on the road splashed water higher than people.
Because the body was taken away by the police, the news of "Jiang Yiming's death" was soon leaked.
When everyone first saw this hot topic, they thought it was a rumor.
After all, I saw him at J University yesterday. He sang and played the piano for his fans on the stage and also said something.
"The stars are always there, and Jiang Yiming will always be there too." How could Jiang Yiming, who said "always there", just turn around and disappear?
At 3 p.m. on May 31, the police verified the online news and announced that Jiang Yiming had died.
In less than half an hour, the topic of Jiang Yiming's suicide became a hot search and occupied the headlines of various websites.
It's funny to say that Jiang Yiming, who always called himself obscure and never made headlines, became famous on the day of his death. All netizens knew that a person named "Jiang Yiming" had come to this world... and left quietly.
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