Chapter 270 Greedy Orphan Nanny VS Mentally Retarded Young Master 37
From that day on, Jiang Shen stayed here.
He stayed in the nearby house at night, and came to see her during the day.
Jiang Zhiyi barely paid any attention to him, acting as if she hadn't seen anything and completely ignoring his existence.
She had been adept at this kind of "silent treatment" for a long time. Back then, Jiang Shen was still a little fool, and when she was angry and didn't want to talk to him, she did the same thing.
At that time, he would anxiously surround her, doing all sorts of strange things to attract her attention, or even running over to interfere with her actions.
When he was really in so much pain, he would wipe away his tears and shout in a hoarse voice, "Pay attention to me! Pay attention to me! You can't do this! You can't!"
Jiang Zhiyi remained unmoved.
No one can tolerate such disregard. Jiang Shen was like that back then, and I imagine he is now the same.
So all she needed to do was use the same method, treating him like roadside weeds, like broken stones on the ground, like spiderwebs hanging in the corner...
In short, he wouldn't give her a second glance, even if he had already wandered right up to her.
She knew that it wouldn't be long before he couldn't take it anymore and left impatiently.
evening.
Jiang Zhiyi lay on a recliner in the yard, enjoying the breeze.
The air was filled with the scent of grass and flowers, and the rustling of leaves filled the ears.
Open your eyes and look up at the sky. The sun has not yet set, but the moon and stars have already emerged, secretly blending into the colorful sunset.
The gate to the courtyard was already locked, but Jiang Shen skillfully climbed over the wall and entered the courtyard.
He walked silently to her side and then found a chair to sit down.
Jiang Zhiyi ignored it and opened her phone to look at the trending news.
Jiang Shen didn't say anything, he just stayed quietly by her side.
Jiang Zhiyi suddenly felt that this scene was somewhat familiar; they used to be like this. If he was too noisy and she scolded him, he would quietly stay next to her and play with his toys, not daring to make a sound to disturb her, and she could finally have a moment to rest.
To be honest, she felt that Jiang Shen was a bit strange. In fact, she had always had this feeling, but she didn't know how to describe it.
Familiar yet strange?
He looks a lot like him, yet he doesn't seem to look like him at all.
Perhaps because it was so comfortable lying there, Jiang Zhiyi gradually became sleepy and fell asleep.
Jiang Shen heard her breathing gradually become steady and even, so he got up and gently picked her up.
He carried her into the house, intending for her to sleep on the bed.
As soon as Jiang Shengan put her down, Jiang Zhiyi immediately woke up.
The two were very close, their breaths mingling.
Jiang Zhiyi immediately pushed him away, looking at him warily, "Get out."
Jiang Shen seemed to see the undisguised deep wariness in her eyes.
He felt a pang of sadness and then turned and left.
After returning home, Jiang Shen stayed alone in the house.
He leaned back, his brows furrowed. His head was throbbing; it had been hurting for a long time.
His medicine was in the closed cabinet next to him, but he hadn't taken it since returning here.
Although the medication could relieve the pain, it made him very sleepy, confused, and unable to think, so he didn't want to touch it.
"Sir, dinner is ready." The housekeeper knocked gently on the door.
"I'm not eating, you can take it away," he said.
The nanny responded and went downstairs.
She couldn't help but complain in her heart, this has happened several times already, if this continues she'll get sick from hunger sooner or later.
...
One morning.
Jiang Zhiyi was carrying the bed sheet to the other side of the yard. She had just washed it and wanted to hang it up to dry while the sun was still out. It should be dry by evening.
"Let me help you." Jiang Shen reached out to take it.
"Get away!" Jiang Zhiyi wouldn't let him touch her.
The two were fighting over the bed sheet, neither willing to let go.
Jiang Zhiyi pulled him away forcefully and said, "I said let go, your hands are dirty, I told you not to touch me!"
Jiang Shen let go of her hand and looked down at his palm. It was perfectly clean, without any dirt. He didn't know why she said that.
"I'm sorry," he said softly.
After that, he went to wash his hands at the tap next to the yard.
This faucet wasn't used often and had long been rusty. His hands were also covered in rust, which he couldn't get clean no matter how much he washed. Now, they were even dirtier.
Jiang Zhiyi watched him wash his hands, but she didn't pay any attention to him. After hanging up the quilt, she went back to her room to rest.
As soon as she entered, she locked the door and drew all the curtains tightly shut.
Jiang Shen stood there for a while, and soon after he left, gently closing the courtyard gate behind him as he went.
night.
Jiang Shen slept very restlessly; he dreamed almost every night, and each time he was awakened by nightmares.
In my dream, there were large patches of blood, cars involved in a chain collision, and pitiful screams and cries.
There were also blinding lights, oncoming vehicles with their headlights on, the lights in the operating room, the sun...
[Help... Help me... Help me...]
Many strange sounds mingled together, encompassing all sorts of things: car accidents, surgeries, treatments, dementia... butterflies, games, flowers... likes... dislikes...
Jiang Shen woke up from his dream, his clothes already soaked with sweat.
He stared blankly at the blanket, the rust on his fingers particularly glaring.
He washed his hands at the sink for a long time, but he still couldn't get the stain off.
Feeling dizzy, he went downstairs and grabbed a knife.
Blood gushed out, and his severed index finger rolled to the ground, covered in dust.
The noise was still deafening.
Jiang Shen knelt on the ground, covering his face, and blood mixed with a few tears flowed down his cheeks.
I felt dizzy and my chest ached in waves.
Jiang Shen gasped for breath, veins bulging on his forehead, his face contorted in pain.
He didn't know what he was doing, and he gripped the knife and stabbed himself straight in.
...
After some time.
One day, Jiang Zhiyi was watering flowers in the yard.
The weather today is quite nice, sunny and breezy, very pleasant.
"Miss Jiang," someone called out to her.
Jiang Zhiyi turned around and was surprised to see that the person who came was Jiang Shen's mother, Zheng Yu.
Out of politeness, she invited the person inside.
Zheng Yu took a file folder out of her bag and said earnestly, "I came here today to ask you for your help..."
She paused for a moment, seemingly considering her words, before saying, "Take a look at these things first."
Jiang Zhiyi glanced at Zheng Yu a few times. She looked very haggard, as if she had suffered some major blow. She was completely different from the glamorous and radiant lady who always appeared in public before.
Jiang Zhiyi flipped through the thick stack of papers and discovered that they contained Jiang Shen's medical records.
She looked down intently.
Multiple personality disorder...
Some words stood out, appearing repeatedly in the documents, and her eyes were immediately drawn to them.
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