Hidden in Jiang Nan's drawer is a death notice from three years ago.
But in the late night when the rain was pouring, he picked up the lover who should have turned into dust at the door of the hospital.
He took him home, dried his wet hair, and watched him awkwardly learn how to eat like a human being.
That person is quiet and obedient, and will emit gentle, low-frequency vibrations like a machine running late at night.
The friend opened the door in horror: "Jiang Nan, who are you talking to?"
Jiang Nan pointed at the young man on the sofa and smiled gently: "Jiang Yuzhou, he just doesn't like to socialize."
Until that day, big screens flashed across the city, and the heir to the Jiang Group announced their marriage in a high-profile manner.
The man on the screen was wearing a suit and leather shoes, and he didn't even give the camera a peripheral vision.
In Jiang Nan's living room, that "Jiang Yuzhou" was curled up in the corner of the sofa, staring at himself on the screen.
Did the world lie, or was he already rotten in that old dream three years ago?
Demining/Eating Guide:
(1) Ending: OE/BE (the main text is completed).
(2) There are many psychological descriptions, including depressive plots such as mental illness, hallucinations, etc.
Special Instructions
This is a story about "wounds that cannot heal themselves." If you feel breathless or extremely depressed while reading, please stop reading in time and look for light in real life.
Idea: Sometimes the heaviest shackles are not the loss itself, but the dreams we carefully weave for ourselves to escape the loss.