Chapter 98 Jiang Zhi Extra (Previous Life)
Mingzhu disappeared on a rainy day.
The sky was gray in the evening.
The rain streaked across the glass slantingly.
Leaving behind a winding water mark.
Several dishes were already placed on the table.
When Jiang Zhi is alone.
I never cook so seriously.
A simple and casual meal can be finished.
But Mingzhu is a girl who grew up in love.
Jiang Zhi was always afraid that she would feel monotonous and aggrieved.
So, he could only do his best in everything he could think of.
Jiang Zhi came out of the kitchen without taking off his apron.
He said in a gentle voice: "Mingzhu, it's time to eat."
After the words fell, there was no response for a long time.
A few minutes ago, Mingzhu was sitting on the sofa reading a magazine.
I heard some noise coming from the dining table.
She said in a brisk voice, "I'm going to wash my hands first."
He responded and continued to set the table.
But until now.
Jiang Zhi didn't even wait for the familiar sound of footsteps in slippers running back.
Nor did he hear the slightly rising tone of her praise.
Jiang Zhi paused and glanced at the table full of dishes.
He turned and walked towards the bathroom, knocking gently on the door: "Mingzhu?"
It was quiet inside.
There was only the sound of rain outside the window.
Jiang Zhi slowly opened the door.
There was no one inside.
The mirror was cold, reflecting his dull and indifferent features.
Jiang Zhi closed the door, returned to the restaurant and sat down at the table.
Pick up the chopsticks and put them down again.
He looked at the table full of food.
Finally, I started eating it bite by bite.
The taste seems a little lighter.
It tastes bland when I put it in my mouth.
The rain is still falling outside the window.
It is always rainy in Shanghai in spring and autumn.
Especially this kind of hazy drizzle that wets your clothes can last for several days.
Humidity hangs in the air.
It also makes this house, which was just full of the smell of fireworks, feel like home.
Cooled down quickly and became quiet.
Jiang Zhi was eating, knowing what was going on.
She left.
During the period when Mingzhu appeared.
It was like God had come to his barren and boring life.
An unexpected rain.
With incredible vitality.
It moistened his dry years.
But the rain always stops.
He thought.
It's okay.
Mingzhu returned to the world that truly belonged to her.
Her relatives are in that world.
There is someone she loves.
With her, I should have a bright and warm life.
What he can't give her, others can give her.
He had no way to keep her.
You shouldn't hold her back out of selfish motives.
He couldn't bear to see her suffer any injustice.
How could I bear to let her stay in this not-so-good world?
He couldn't reach out and hold it just because he was greedy for that little bit of warmth.
If you hold it, it will break.
So he let go.
Just getting back to the original track, which is great.
She came brilliantly and left quietly.
Some encounters don't need an ending.
After dinner, Jiang Zhi walked towards the room where Mingzhu had lived these days.
As soon as the door opened, a faint, sweet and soft fragrance lingered.
It was her unique scent, like some delicate flower mixed with the warmth of the sun.
People often say, remember a person.
First and last, remember her taste.
Jiang Zhi stood at the door for a while before slowly walking in.
A tiny silver light flashed on the bedside table.
His gaze fixed.
That's a ring.
Jiang Zhi walked over and picked it up.
The ring was cold, and it was touched by the warmth of his fingertips.
It's her engagement ring.
Now, it lay in the palm of his hand.
Was it due to negligence that we were unable to take it away?
Jiang Zhi held the ring, and the sharp edges of the metal hurt his palm.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath of the air that was about to dissipate.
never mind.
He finally thought.
In any case, Mingzhu will probably not come back.
He slowly slipped the ring onto his finger.
After all, it is a women's ring, so the size difference is too big.
It can only be stuck at the knuckles.
In the dim light.
Jiang Zhi lowered his head to look at the faint light, and slightly curled the corners of his lips.
Let’s just consider it as we’re engaged.
Pearl.
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"Mr. Jiang, thank you very much for accepting our interview. Many people are curious about what has supported you in your decades-long commitment to philanthropy."
In the studio, the young host asked the old man sitting on the sofa opposite him one last question.
This was the first time Jiang Zhi agreed to a public interview.
Jiang Zhi in front of the camera was wearing a simple dark jacket.
His hair has turned gray, but his handsome features are still clear.
Especially those eyes, which are filled with gentle and tenacious strength.
Under the spotlight, photos slowly rotated on the background screen.
A newly built Hope Primary School beside the rugged mountain road.
The children’s bright smiles as they hold their new textbooks.
Houses rising from the ground in the disaster-stricken areas...
The fate of countless people has changed because of Jiang Zhi.
Jiang Zhi spoke in a calm and powerful voice: "Because we must cherish our lives."
His answer was unexpectedly brief.
The host waited patiently.
The only sound in the studio was the low hum of machines.
Until a long time passed.
Jiang Zhi didn't intend to say anything more.
He fulfilled Mingzhu's words.
Spend your life loving this world.
To cherish every life.
The scene was silent and the camera zoomed in.
It was fixed on Jiang Zhi's gentle and deep eyes.
The host was silent for a while, and then spoke again.
Her tone was filled with sincere respect: "You have given countless people new life and hope. Mr. Jiang, please allow me to say that you truly deserve the title of boundless love."
At the end of the interview, the host stood up and solemnly extended his hands: "Thank you very much, Mr. Jiang."
Jiang Zhi also stood up with his back straight.
He extended his hand and shook the host's hand.
Outside the studio, through the glass wall, you can see many staff members standing up as well.
Their eyes were filled with deep respect for the old man.
Jiang Zhi no longer has any regrets in his life.
He walked quietly on a sunny afternoon.
In accordance with his wishes, all his property was donated.
There was no grand ceremony, no lengthy farewell.
Only a special assistant who had followed him for many years silently carried out his last instructions.
"Please keep the ring with me," Jiang Zhi said finally.
The ring was old, its luster was dull, and the circumference was very small. It was obvious at first glance that it belonged to a woman.
No one understands why Mr. Jiang, who lived a simple life and never married,
To sleep with a ring on his head.
But the special assistant said nothing.
He responded as he had done for decades.
After the news of Jiang Zhi's death came out.
The city where he was born, struggled, and finally gave him a new life fell into silence.
On the day of the funeral, crowds of people came from everywhere.
People spontaneously stood on both sides of the street and watched the hearse slowly pass by.
There was no loud crying, no loud noise.
There were only countless people's gazes and white flowers held in many people's hands.
Jiang Zhi's life was full of ups and downs.
A poor and painful childhood and youth.
Walking alone in the wind and rain, groping in the darkness.
He earned his light inch by inch by himself.
And in the second half of his legendary life.
This man.
And all his wealth, time and energy.
All of it was donated to charity without reservation.
Jiang Zhi deserves to be respected, honored, and remembered by countless people throughout his life.
"Mr. Jiang."
And the ring that slept with him.
It is Jiang Zhi's only selfish secret.
No one knows its story, and no one needs to know it.
Because Jiang Zhi's life is vast enough.
In the chaos, Jiang Zhi floated in the endless darkness.
While his consciousness was blurred, a clear and familiar voice penetrated the fog and fell on his tense nerves.
"Move him to a cool place first."
He tried hard to open his eyes, but he felt his eyelids were heavy and his whole body was burning.
Another hesitant voice sounded: "Miss, the responsibility has not been determined yet..."
The coolness slowly moistened his dry lips.
Jiang Zhi swallowed instinctively, gathering up a bit of strength.
He finally raised his eyelids with great difficulty.
The sunlight was cut into pieces by the shadows of the trees and fell on the figure leaning towards him.
The light was a little dazzling, and he squinted his eyes, his vision gradually coming into focus.
Then, Jiang Zhi froze.
The face that lingered in his heart day and night, but was forcibly blocked by him and he dared not remember it easily.
It was now reflected in his eyes.
It's a pearl.
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