Chapter 687: My death in exchange for her peace and happiness for the rest of her life
The night is dark and the evening breeze is cool.
After his mother turned and left, Jiang Yiming took out a fruit knife from the drawer, climbed up to the window and sat on the edge of the bed.
He held the fruit knife tightly, as if he had lost consciousness, and he didn't feel any pain even when the blade cut his flesh.
The blood from the palm of his hand dripped down along his fingertips. The blood beads were transparent and red under the light and shadow, which was surprisingly beautiful.
Jiang Yiming looked up at the stars in the sky. There were so many stars and each one was very bright. The starry night sky seemed to be illuminated by the countless lights.
Jiang Yiming shook his legs and hummed the birthday song. His voice was hoarse and lazy, full of magnetism. This kind of voice is what fans love to hear the most.
"Happy birthday to me... Happy birthday to me..."
It was now 11:45 pm, and his birthday would be over in fifteen minutes.
All the information he used when he debuted was fake except for his name and gender, so on his actual birthday, no one could say happy birthday to him, and even his biological parents had forgotten about this day.
The next day will be Shen Qing's birthday.
Jiang Yiming's only regret was that he was not able to celebrate Shen Qing's birthday with her in person and say "Happy Birthday" to her.
Jiang Yiming blinked his dry eyes and looked at the flickering lights in the distance. Those flickering lights looked like flickering candles on a birthday cake. "Happy birthday, Shen Qing. Happy birthday to me too..."
He sat on the windowsill, looking precarious as if he would fall down at any moment.
Jiang Yiming has a small problem: he is afraid of heights. Normally, he would never sit at such a height.
This was my first time sitting on it, and the feeling was better than I had imagined. The cold wind seemed to pass through my body, and my originally suppressed spirit was briefly freed. My spirit gradually became excited, and the hand holding the fruit knife became stronger and stronger, almost sinking into it.
Jiang Yiming loosened his grip slightly and pointed the tip of the knife at his heart.
It was very quiet all around, so quiet that besides the sound of the lonely wind, one could hear his heartbeat.
At 11:49, Jiang Yiming pointed the knife at his heart without hesitation and stabbed it. His body convulsed in pain and he fell directly from the windowsill.
Although the night wind was cool, it was also gentle. When it blew towards him, it was like a hand gently caressing the tears in the corners of his eyes.
He raised the corners of his lips, and the dimples on his lips appeared again.
He let out a soft groan of pain, which was carried away by the wind, which filled his clothes, making them rustle.
The wind was so strong that night... so strong that he thought he had grown a pair of wings and was free.
Today is his birthday after all, so let's make a wish.
"I pray to God, hoping that I can be a kind person in my next life, and that my loved ones will always be happy and safe, without sadness or suffering, and only happiness."
"Ah Qing, you must be happy in the days without me. My death will make you no longer a coward, no longer timid, and your heart will be focused, and your life will be bright..."
We will meet again in the next life. I hope that we can get what we want and live an ordinary life.
The last scene in his mind was when Shen Qing took the ring from his hand and said "I do".
Ah Qing... Ah Qing, I want you to live the rest of your life without worries, and laugh freely in the "clear" wind. There will be one less person named Jiang Yiming in the world, and there will be one more star in the sky. As long as the stars are there, Jiang Yiming will always be there too.
"Jiang Yiming."
"Yiming."
"A Ming..."
——"I, Jiang Yiming, want to become a 'big hit' person, how could I be defeated by such a small setback?"
——"Aqing, I want to give you a home..."
"Bang--"
Mother and child are connected by heart. Mother Jiang felt a dull pain in her heart, and an unknown fear grew infinitely, until the servant who ran out to check came back and said those words tremblingly.
"Madam, it's the young master...it's the young master. He jumped from the building. There's so much blood on his body...on his face..."
Jiang's mother seemed to have lost consciousness, like a puppet with its strings cut, and collapsed to the ground. Her knees fell to the ground with a dull thud that sounded painful, but there was no change on her face. Her eyes were empty and her expression was numb.
When people are in extreme fear, they don’t scream, but fall into extreme silence.
Jiang's mother stumbled to her feet and ran out, stumbling and crawling. The slightly cold night wind blew in her face, making her confused brain a little more alert.
The slippers on my feet had been lost, and when I stepped on the stones in the yard, they pricked me so hard that even my heart felt numb.
Her brain was like a crashed computer, completely unable to think, and she was also unable to sense the pain from the outside world on her behalf. She was like a machine that had lost control, running out by inertia.
Jiang's mother ran to a corner and suddenly stopped. Jiang Yiming was lying on the stone slab under the street light in the yard, covered in blood.
The windows on the third floor were wide open, and the wind was blowing the curtains up. From where he fell, at this distance, he should have only been seriously injured. He shouldn't have been bleeding so much, and his clothes shouldn't have been stained red...
Jiang's mother's legs went limp and she knelt on the ground, then slowly... crawled over bit by bit.
Others would be terrified seeing this scene, but she wouldn't, because the person lying there motionless, covered in blood, was her son, her Yiming.
She went over and faced Jiang Yiming, who was lying on the ground covered in blood with no visible injuries. She didn't know how to hug him without hurting him.
However, what she didn't know was that Jiang Yiming no longer felt any pain at this moment.
"Yiming..." Jiang's mother cried out with a sob, "Don't scare me..."
She gently patted Jiang Yiming's still warm shoulder, and then turned over Jiang Yiming's body tremblingly like a robot with rusty joints. When she saw the knife stuck in his chest, Jiang's mother's pupils shrank, and then she opened her mouth and cried out in pain.
She leaned over, opened her arms and hugged Jiang Yiming tightly, her face pressed against his blood-stained face.
“Ah—ah…”
Jiang Yiming ended his life in two ways. He not only jumped off the building but also stabbed himself in the heart with a knife. The force of the fall pushed the knife directly into his heart, and he died on the spot.
How desperate was he? How miserable was he? To commit suicide in this way?
She remembered that her son was most afraid of heights. He had been afraid of heights since he was a child...
Even if it was the third floor, he would be scared looking down.
There was someone talking around, it was very noisy, Jiang's mother couldn't hear clearly, she was immersed in her own world, locked herself in a sealed space, she held Jiang Yiming gently in her arms, as if she was holding him when he was a child.
How long had it been since she had taken the initiative to hug her son? She had never expected that she would hug him in this way and in this situation.
With tears on her face, Jiang's mother reached out and gently wiped the blood off his face.
Tears fell one by one and landed on Jiang Yiming's face, and no matter how he wiped them away, they couldn't be wiped away.
She thought: If she had remembered earlier that today was Yiming's birthday and said to him, "Happy birthday, son," would he not have died?
If she, as a mother, had reached out to stop his father from beating him, would Yiming have survived?
In just a moment, Jiang's mother recalled the past, those old memories that she had pushed to the bottom. The things she had forgotten now came out and appeared clearly in her mind in the most painful way.
——"Mom, I like someone. She may not have a good family background or a good education, but I like her. Can I take her home?"
"Of course, as long as you like it."
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