Chapter 112 Mr. Jiang is in Zhenxiang again today 42

"That's when I finally realized that if I didn't resist, I would end up just like those in the Jiang family, being a puppet on strings and living in a golden cage in confusion all my life."

Jiang Han's tone changed slightly, and Lan Shuang frowned, but she was a little worried that something was wrong with Jiang Han's state.

"Jiang Han..."

She held Jiang Han's hands and wanted him to stop talking, but Jiang Han turned to her and said, "Shh, let me finish, okay?"

Lan Shuang licked her lips and couldn't say it was bad or good.

Seeing that she had calmed down, Jiang Han smiled softly and continued: "So I refused the engagement and ran away on the day of the engagement, but they captured me not long after. Mr. Jiang and Ms. Song were very angry.

One of my legs was directly broken. I can’t remember exactly who hit me. There was blood in front of my eyes and I couldn’t see anything clearly.”

"But that's not the most serious injury..." At this point, Jiang Han's face showed an expression that was almost innocent. He tilted his head and tapped his forehead with his finger: "Well, where is it? It seems like

Is it the back of the head?”

Suddenly, Ms. Song's distorted face appeared in front of his eyes, and he couldn't help but wince.

Lan Shuang's heart ached. She raised her hands and hugged Jiang Han tightly. "Don't be afraid, I'm here..."

"Ah, I remembered it."

Jiang Han's eyelashes trembled, and there was a little splash in his eyes as deep as the sea, "Ms. Song smashed my head with the lamp on the table, and there was a lot of blood... When she saw it,

I was also frightened, I remember her pale face, like a photo taken before she died."

His voice floated gently, like a dandelion that would disappear in the wind at any time.

Lan Shuang bit her lower lip to prevent herself from making any noise to disturb him, but just hugged him tighter.

"I lay in the hospital for a month, and then I got a disease."

"What's the disease?" Lan Shuang suddenly remembered Jiang Han's reaction on the cruise ship last time.

"Bipolar disorder." Jiang Han said softly, "It's very scary. Once I get sick, I can't control myself at all. Later, when I get sick again, I lock myself in the room."

"Shuangshuang, are you afraid of me?"

I don’t know why the topic turned to this, but Lan Shuang is very sure that Jiang Han is sick, and he should be suffering from depression now.

She reached out and touched the hair on the back of Jiang Han's head, and said softly: "Don't be afraid, I've seen everything you look like. Even if you go crazy, I can wake you up, or at worst, let you bite you again."

Jiang Han lowered his eyelashes, hugged her with his backhand, and said softly: "I won't bite you again, don't leave me..."

"I will always be by your side."

Lan Shuang raised her face slightly and kissed him on the lips.

Jiang Han lowered his eyes and looked at her, still showing no emotion, as if he was trapped in his own world and refused to come out.

Lan Shuang sighed helplessly, "Xiao Ba Ba, how can you comfort such a person?"

888: "Well... bipolar disorder is a disease that is difficult to treat, so... um, I don't know."

"The causes of this disease are complex, and there is no conclusion yet, but most of them are related to experiences. It is obvious that Jiang Han induced depression because he remembered those things when he was a child."

888 touched his chin and said deeply: "The sufferings he experienced as a child have become a knot in his heart. If he doesn't untie it, he may get sick every time he thinks about it."

Lan Shuang frowned when she heard this. This was a bit difficult to handle.

She thought for a while, then pulled Jiang Han to get up and walk upstairs, "Can I draw a picture for you?"

Jiang Han looked at her blankly, saying neither yes nor no.

Lan Shuang took it as if he had agreed. Everything in the villa was complete, including easels, drawing papers and brushes. After setting them up, she adjusted the colors and started painting.

The colors of the oil painting are rich and gorgeous, giving people the strongest impact.

She thought about it, first painted half of it black, and then drew a cage in the lower left corner. In the cage was a scarred little boy, holding on to the railing and looking outside, longing for someone to save him.

Jiang Han stood behind her and looked at the painting, his breathing gradually became heavier, and his hands were tightly clenched on both sides of his body.

Lan Shuang said nothing and continued painting. This time she painted bright sunshine, blue sky and white clouds on the right half.

A girl in a red dress knelt down, opened the cage, and held the boy's hand.

This is the first and second picture. The dark cage disappeared and the whole painting became brighter. The girl hugged the boy tightly in her arms. Wherever her hand touched, wounds opened.

pure white flowers.

The originally bruised boy turned into an elf in an instant, surrounded by flowers.

Jiang Han stared at the painting for a long time. He pointed at the boy on it and asked, "Is this me?"

Lan Shuang put down the brush in her hand and turned around with a smile: "Yes, it's cute, isn't it?"

"Although I haven't seen you in person when you were a child, I can guess from looking at you now. It may not be accurate, but the overall appearance is still similar."

Lan Shuang stood up and wiped her hands with a handkerchief. She touched Jiang Han's face and said softly: "No matter what happened in the past, I'm here and you will never go back to the darkness again."

"Why?" Jiang Han's eyes finally showed a little fluctuation.

Lan Shuang raised her head and kissed him on the lips, saying in this posture: "You are the sea in the night, and I am the lighthouse that lights you up. We depend on each other for life."

Jiang Han was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes lit up little by little, like the moon rising on the sea, gradually revealing his bright and clean true face.

Lan Shuang opened her lips slightly as if she was being bewitched. Jiang Han suddenly grabbed her waist, picked her up, put her legs around his waist, and walked out of the studio to his bedroom while kissing her.

Backlogged emotions and indulgent desires are all intertwined.

She hugged Jiang Han tightly and said in his ear: "Jiang Han, I love you."

He brushed away the broken hair from Lan Shuang's face, held her face and kissed her from the forehead, "I love you too, I've never loved you before."

The two looked at each other, smiled, and indulged in the kiss again.

…

In the end, Jiang Han overcame his fear and went to see his parents with Lan Shuang, but... he just went and bought a whole trunk full of gifts and had someone drive them over.

The second elder who was picking up people at the door of his home almost stared out of his eyes when he saw this.
Chapter completed!