monologue

The security guards in the Nanjia Psychiatric Hospital all knew that there was a little boy who could not speak and often wandered around the gate of the hospital. All the security guards almost turned a blind eye to him until the nurse came to take him back.

This afternoon, the little boy ran to the gate of the courtyard again. The fan was turned on in the duty room, and the middle-aged security guard was still holding a fan in his hand. Even so, he still felt that it was not cool enough, so he glanced out the window of the security room. I saw the little boy standing firmly in the sun looking at the tall sliding door.

The middle-aged security guard had seen the little boy more than once. He had never seen his family members since he arrived in Nanjia. The middle-aged security guard walked out of the duty room and stood under the green locust tree at the door and yelled at the little boy.

"Kid, come here." The middle-aged security guard beckoned, the little boy hesitated for a moment, and walked in front of the middle-aged security guard with a sullen head.

He saw that the little boy's forehead was covered with sweat and his mouth was dry. Most of the patients admitted to Nanjia were poor people, especially such a young child.

The middle-aged security guard squatted in front of the little boy and asked him, "Want to go out?"

The little boy nodded with his hands down, and the middle-aged security guard sighed and said, "If you go out, I will lose my job."

Later, he brought the little boy into the duty room, poured cold water into the lid of the thermos cup, and the security guard handed the little cup to the little boy, "Drink some water, you know how to run out every day at such a young age."

The little boy held the small cup bigger than his hands without saying a word. He neither drank water nor wanted to put the cup. The security guard took out a paper bag as if by magic, and then opened the paper bag and put the shiny white sugar on it. In front of the little boy, asked him: "Do you know what this is?"

The little boy shook his head, and the security guard shook some of the white sugar on the paper into his cup, "This is white sugar, the best way to relieve the heat in summer."

When the sugar in the cup melted, the little boy couldn't wait to take a sip. The security guard smiled and asked, "Is it sweet?"

The little boy nodded and drank the rest of the sugar water.

After that, whenever the middle-aged security guard was on duty, the little boy always played by himself under the green pagoda tree, but most of the time he just glanced at the door and then ran away. The nurse often asked the security guard if he saw it. little boy.

The middle-aged security guard found it strange that the little boy used to play by himself at the door, but now he only saw him once in a while, and every time he soiled his clothes, it seemed as if he had squeezed through some gap.

In the spring of the second year, when the rhododendrons were in full bloom, another unusual patient came to Nanjia. The first time he saw the middle-aged security guard, he made him kneel down to pay homage to the monarch, claiming to be King Lear. , Said that the duty room was the fief he assigned to the security guard.

The middle-aged security guard smiled and ignored him. There is no such thing as a lunatic in Nanjiali.

After that, he never saw the little boy at the gate of the courtyard again.

When Zhong Minglou saw the little boy for the first time, he just crawled out of the rhododendron bushes and ran away, and soon a nurse hurriedly chased him.

Zhong Minglou couldn't help being surprised, how could there be such a young child in the mental hospital?

At first, he was just surprised, but then he saw the scene of the little boy being dragged away by the nurse several times, scolding and even beating him.

One afternoon, Zhongminglou, who came back from a walk in the park, saw the little boy in the public faucet area. He was standing on tiptoe by the edge of the pool and didn't know what to do.

Zhong Minglou saw that the little boy's face and hands were dirty, and there were many mud and oil spots on his clothes, so he guessed that he just got out of a corner where no one was around.

"Thirsty?" Zhong Minglou stood on the edge of the pool with his crutches.

The little boy wanted to run when he heard the voice reflex. Zhong Minglou grabbed him and picked him up. The little boy kicked and beat him, even though Zhong Minglou was beaten.

When the little boy stopped struggling, Zhong Minglou put him on the edge of the pool, held the little boy's shoulder tightly with one hand, and turned on the tap with the other hand to wash the little boy's face and hands. Finally, he took the handkerchief and took the little boy Wiping the water off his face, he put him back on the ground.

The little boy with his messy hair stared at Zhongminglou for a long time, and stood still. Zhongminglou led him back to his single ward to get a glass of water for the little boy, and then locked him and the little boy behind closed doors. In the ward.

No matter what the doctors and nurses tried to persuade that afternoon, Zhong Minglou refused to open the door. The doctor had no choice but to find a key to open the door, but before he could enter, Zhong Minglou drove him out with a cane. Zhong Minglou said he wanted to talk to the little boy Change to another ward.

The next day, Zhong Minglou saw the little boy's treatment plan from nowhere, knew his name, and saw haloperidol injection in it, so Zhong Minglou wanted to take Xiao Wenti to the treatment room The nurse rushed out, holding Xiao Wenti by the hand wherever she went.

Zhong Minglou asked a nurse to ask for clean clothes for Wen Ti, and cut his hair for him. Wen Ti, who was about five years old, didn't understand why Zhong Minglou took him everywhere, but he knew that when he was with Zhong Minglou, he would not I was forcibly dragged to the treatment room without seeing that scary doctor.

When Zhong Minglou took Wen Ti to the dining hall to eat, he found that Wen Ti didn't even know how to use chopsticks. Seeing that he habitually grasped the food with his hands, he was sent to Nanjia Mental Hospital at such a young age. No one taught him how to use chopsticks at all. , and no one told him to use chopsticks to eat.

"Is it delicious?" Zhong Minglou stopped his chopsticks and asked Wen Ti, whose hands were covered with oil.

Wen Ti nodded, and stuffed the remaining vegetables into his mouth. Zhong Minglou took a pair of clean chopsticks and handed them to Wen Ti: "Do you know what these are?"

Wen Ti shook her head, Zhong Minglou said: "These are chopsticks, you can eat with these chopsticks without getting your hands dirty or getting hot. Do you want to try it?"

He wiped Wen Ti's hands clean and taught him how to use chopsticks. Wen Ti is very smart. He often sees others using chopsticks when eating, but he doesn't know why they use chopsticks. Zhong Minglou only taught him twice and he learned How to use the chopsticks, but he likes to hold the chopsticks with his left hand.

Zhong Minglou did not deliberately correct which hand Wen Ti should use to hold the chopsticks, and even said that he can use whichever hand he likes to hold the chopsticks with. Wen Ti finally changed back to his right hand because he wanted to be the same as Zhong Minglou.

After they were transferred to a ward, Zhong Minglou would always tell Wen Ti bedtime stories. Wen Ti was still five years old and could not read, but he could write his own name, so Zhong Minglou decided to teach Wen Ti how to read.

At the beginning, Wen Ti hid habitually every day, and he was afraid that he would be taken to the treatment room again. An elderly man in Zhongminglou walked around Nanjia twice a day to find Wen Ti. He won't blame him for soiling his clothes.

The staff of Nanjiali often see people washing their hands in the public faucet area. Every move of Zhongminglou affects Wen Ti. He is different from other patients. Wen Ti can feel his "goodness" to him. , He was rarely taken to the treatment room, or every time he went to the treatment room, Zhong Minglou took him there, and gradually Wen Ti stopped hiding.

Zhong Minglou taught Wen Ti how to read, told him how Xiao Doudou changed from a strange child to a good boy loved by his classmates and teachers, how Reynard Fox relied on his vigilance to fight against the power of the lion king and the domineering male wolf, and how Little Pig How Wilbur and the spider Charlotte established a sincere friendship, telling how the little prince left the rose and the B612 asteroid to travel in the universe, met the fox and the pilot, and finally returned to the asteroid. He also taught him to sing the nursery rhyme "Little Prince". Spider", teach him the simple and lovely finger dance.

Zhong Minglou always yells at other people, but he has always been tolerant and kind to Wen Ti. If Wen Ti makes a mistake, he will not scold Wen Ti, and he will reproduce Wen Ti in the same way. Mistake, let Wen Ti realize where the mistake is.

Zhong Minglou thought Wen Ti was dumb, Nanjia’s doctors and nurses thought Wen Ti was dumb, because he had never spoken, and he didn’t cry like other children, maybe he had been crying in a corner up.

In addition to words and stories, Zhong Minglou also taught Wen Ti the table manners of Chinese and Western food, and told others how to communicate with each other. He said that no matter when, no matter who you go to see, you must meet him with the most decent image.

When going to the canteen to eat, Zhong Minglou always wanted to ask the kitchen for a pair of knives and forks, but because the knives and forks are metal objects and can be easily used as murder weapons, the aunt in the canteen always refused.

Zhong Minglou entrusted someone to buy a lot of books and sent them to Nanjia, among which children's books were the most. He would lead Xiao Wenti to teach him to identify insects and butterflies, birds and plants in Nanjia's park with a complete illustrated book.

Summer nights are always cool and gentle, and all the summer flowers in the park are in full bloom. Zhong Minglou carried little Wen Ti on his back, pointed him to the stars in the sky, and told him their names.

Xiao Wenti lay on the back of Zhongming Tower and looked up at the starry sky. Fireflies flew across the grass under her feet, frogs croaked in the pond, and the shadows under the street lamps grew longer and longer. Xiao Wenti asked, "Where is the little prince?" on a star?"

Zhong Minglou stopped. He and Wen Ti had been together for almost a year. It was the first time he heard Wen Ti speak. It is the treasure of the little prince."

Wen Ti raised her head and said, "I like that snake."

Zhong Minglou asked him, "Why do you like yellow snakes?"

"Only it can bring the little prince home, and I want to go home too."

Zhong Minglou sat on the bench and touched Wen Ti's head: "But if you are bitten by a snake, you will die. The little prince can't go back to his star."

Wen Ti asked innocently: "What is death?"

"It's a separation, a separation of life."

"Will I die? Will we be separated?"

"You haven't grown up yet, you won't."

"Then will you die?"

"Yes, a person's life has an end, but the meaning of his existence is eternal."

Wen Ti also asked him: "What is your age?"

Zhong Minglou said: "Age measures the length of life, but it cannot determine a person's fate and behavior."

"What are fate and deeds?"

"Fate is what he will experience in this life, just like we are watching the stars chatting, behavior is the good and bad things he does in his life."

Wen Ti nodded half-understood, then grinned and laughed. The child's immature laughter was superimposed with the cry of frogs in the pond. Zhong Minglou didn't know what the little boy in front of him was laughing at, so he followed him laughed.

It is human instinct to laugh heartily. Children can laugh without any scruples, but adults are always swayed by some unimportant reservations and dare not laugh out loud.

As the night darkened, the frogs in the pond stopped crying, and the moon seemed to be brighter than the street lights. Zhongminglou picked up the sleeping little Wenti and walked across the path in the park, stepping on the flowers and starlight, covered with moonlight and the Milky Way, one step at a time. Send him back one step at a time.

That night, Wen Ti had the most beautiful dream in her life.

The author says:

I wanted to write the fragments of Xiao Wenti and Mr. Zhong before it was serialized.