Stop taking medicine, eat candy

Fu Huai's healing notes:

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Disease number: A-XIX

World number: 22

Key Symptoms: Lu Yan lacks communication skills, social skills, and preoccupation with stereotyped behaviors, interests, and activities.

Hazard class: III

Therapy: Encouragement, persuasion, and sugar.

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"He never talks, doesn't like to go outside, doesn't read, isn't interested in his phone, doesn't watch TV. I doubt he can understand us, but whenever I talk to him he opens his eyes. Those big eyes looked at me like he could understand."

The nurse in light blue protective clothing pointed to the key on Fu Huai's body, motioning for him to put it in the storage space tray in her hand.

Fu Huai did so, and at the same time took off his quartz watch, flicking his wrist because of the sudden weight loss.

The watch emits iron-gray light on the tray, which blends in with the gray tray, but is also incompatible with the blue background wall.

There is not a single window here, although Fu Huai knows that the back of the wall is covered with soft creeping magnolias, those green leaves drank the dew of the seaside all night, and now the leaves of different sizes are shaking like diamonds and shining brightly in the morning let the wind blow them around, lazily turning out their white belly.

A doubt gradually rose in Fu Huai's heart.

If they don't even have windows here, why bother to plant magnolias behind the wall?

"He doesn't know anything, but sometimes I feel like he knows everything. It feels like..." After passing through the passage of the metal detector, the nurse scanned Fu Huai with a radiation detector body made sure he didn't bring any electronics with him.

"Excuse me, are you religious?"

"If you have nowhere to go, maybe I don't mind giving it a try." Fu Huai returned.

But at present, he prefers to call himself an unbelievers of dialectical thinking. Maybe one day people walk down the ladder of natural science to the throne at the end, only to find that saints or gods are already there?

Fu Huai put on the same protective clothing as the nurse and followed her to the last door.

On the background wall painted blue, the door is snow-white, like a thin cloud that is pushed around by frenzied air waves at high altitude, and will dissipate in the sky if you are not careful.

"You are lucky."

"Thank you."

"Many religions have such sayings, such as the suffering Jesus shared his flesh and blood to redeem them, or Bodhidharma became a Buddha by facing the wall for nine years. I don't know if these stories are true. It seems that some people have to go through those It takes suffering and suffering to become holy and free from vulgarity. Sometimes I feel that this child is one of them. He came here to suffer, but also for us.” The nurse pushed open the last door, which was blocked like a cloud. Pushed away lightly.

The nurse's voice dropped.

"But more often I think he is an angel or an elf, because he is too smart to know how to avoid human sins."

"Lu Yan, good afternoon." She called out, as if she was calling a nightingale softly.

The boy inside turned his head towards them in response. He looked no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, with long hair scattered on his shoulders, and the bright yellow light reflected a few strands of hair into a faint amber color.The boy looked too thin, his face was pale without a trace of blood, and the white striped shirt was hanging empty, making people worry that the weight would crush him.Two slender wrists protruded from the sleeves, soft and too thin, like the fragile palpitations of some kind of mollusk, purple blood vessels kept agitating on them like parasites, maintaining his oxygen supply and heartbeat .

His eyes are huge, with extremely black pupils, occupying almost two-thirds of the space.The outer corner of the eye extends outward with little effort to form a nearly perfect symmetry with the inner corner of the eye.The black eyelashes are long and thin, stretching down naturally.When its owner closed the slender trembling fan, no one could figure out what was inside.

Lu Yan looked at the two uninvited guests with his black and clear eyes. He didn't look happy, but he didn't show any displeasure at being disturbed.

He then lowered his head and stared at the pot of mimosa that was slowly spreading its leaves in his arms.It was as if he was witnessing the birth of a new star unique in the universe, and would soon be writing the record for it.

That was the first time Fu Huai saw his patient. Half a month later, under the suggestion of the nurse, he became Lu Yan's only mental pacifier and emotional observer. He lost all hope in frustration, and didn't even pray for any improvement. He only hoped that he could spend his short life in this warm glass jar like the fragile plant in his arms.

The work here is not as good as Fu Huai imagined, but it is not bad, because of Lu Yan.

Even among so many patients of Fu Huai, Lu Yan was the most special one.Sometimes Fu Huai would be frightened by the sick hysteria and delirium of the patients, so he would go to Lu Yan's room.

Lu Yan sometimes looked up at him because of the sound of the door opening, but most of the time he sat on the ground holding his grass indifferently.

He would spend hours, and even nights and days, watching his grass.Fu Huai would also spend several hours, or even the entire night and day, observing Lu Yan.

Lu Yan would occasionally stretch out his slender and transparent fingers to touch a small leaf on the edge. The movement was so light that Mimosa thought it was a gust of wind passing by its branches inadvertently, so he didn't bother to retract himself. leaves, just tremble slightly.

Then Lu Yan touched the next leaf according to the order on the stem, and that leaf also trembled.

Then the boy withdrew his finger, with a thoughtful look on his face, and touched the leaf he had touched for the first time with his finger.

He touched the two leaves in his own order, again and again, tirelessly, as if it was some kind of mysterious and magical summoning ceremony.

Fu Huai sat on the ground not far away and watched him, only an arm's length away from him and his grass.Until Lu Yan was sleepy, he closed his eyes, curled up on the ground and fell asleep.

The floor of the room is covered with soft carpets, and the temperature of the air conditioner is always constant at 25 degrees.At a fixed time every day, a nurse will take Lu Yan to the cafeteria or to the bathroom. From Fu Huai's point of view, although he is used to it, Lu Yan doesn't like to leave his room. The room was his warm and comfortable womb.

After three weeks of observation like this, Fu Huai finally started the first step of treatment.Lu Yan just woke up that day, staring at the windowless wall with eyes that hadn't dissipated from the mist.

Fu Huai squatted down, stretched out his hands, and said to his patient in the most gentle and deep voice in his life: "Lu Yan, let's play a game."

The patient in plaid hospital gown looked at him quietly, soft black hair fell from his shoulders, like a small cascade of chocolate waterfalls, Fu Huai could smell the peach-flavored shower gel coming from him.

"You can touch my finger." Fu Huai said. "That way it bends."

He touched his fingers with one of his own, made a demonstration, and waited.

Maybe there was a cosmic explosion and reorganization for such a long time, just when Fu Huai almost thought that his attempt was going to fail, the boy's right arm moved, the loose cuff drooped down, revealing the snow-white wrist, and the above Just like a hand carved out of transparent crystal.The fingers that were as soft as the feathers of a young bird curled up in the palm of the young man, and suddenly stretched out, touching Fu Huai's fingertips.

They played this game all day.Lu Yan touched his thumb and index finger, then retracted them.Waiting for his fingers to spread again.

Fu Huai sometimes wondered if he was a large mimosa in Lu Yan's eyes, or Lu Yan would think that he was also a grass, and those nurses walking around were grasses that could walk, shaking Its own leaves are ostentatious, and its feet are stuck in a flower pot 30 meters above the ground.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help laughing.

His laughter caught Lu Yan's attention, and he turned his gaze away from Fu Huai's fingertips to Fu Huai's face.

Naturally, he reached out and touched the curved corner of Fu Huai's mouth, his movements were as gentle as touching the emerald green calyx of a marigold.

Fu Huai was taken aback, but before he could react, Lu Yan had already withdrawn his hand, showing a sly smile.Like any little boy his age who just managed to pull off a trick.

This is the first time Lu Yan smiled at Fu Huai, and he has often done so since then.

Fu Huai tried to teach him to speak, to write, to understand a world that was wider and more varied than his room.

After the application, Fu Huai took him away from his warm and throbbing womb to the sunshine and wind outside, to see the gleaming magnolia leaves outside the wall, the lawn and dandelions outside.

Lu Yan followed him step by step, like a wobbly duckling following its mother duck.

He must have not been exposed to the sun for many years. His pale skin shone like white pearls under the colorful mixed light, and his black eyes were black onyx in series.His whole body seemed to be a precious jewel that had been dusty for a long time, and was finally able to see the light of day again.

Fu Huai took his hand, peeled off a piece of orange-flavored candy and stuffed it into his mouth.

Because of the sudden sour smell, Lu Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, then gently pulled the corner of Fu Huai's clothes, and smiled at him with a puffy face.

"This is sugar." Fu Huai said.

"Sugar," he repeated.

Lu Yan's throat moved and he snorted.

"sugar."

"sky…"

"sugar."

"It's sweet candy."

"sugar…"

"By the way, our words are really powerful!"

"sugar!"

Fu Huai squatted down, and Lu Yan's soft lips brushed against his side face, with a sweet and sour orange smell.

The dandelions on the lawn are in full bloom with small orange flowers. The trimmed grass is short and crowded together, and is neatly divided by the white railing like a cream cake. Two people in hospital gowns are sitting in the distance, beside them Follow their nurses.A pink hydrogen balloon floated across the sky, circled lightly under the clouds, and was taken to where it should go by the wind.

Sugar was the first word Lu Yan uttered.When human beings first created characters, it was for the purpose of practical communication. When Cang Jie called Tang Tang, he must not have thought as much as Lu Yan at this time.

If one insists on using words to express one's inner feelings, then the pronunciation of "tang" in Lu Yan's heart is far more than the first piece of candy Fu Huai gave him, it also represents the transparent sunlight that penetrated the sky that day The warmth on the back of his hand, the smell of grass in the air, the tactile sensation of Fu Huai's nylon shirt after being warmed up, and the sweet and sour beauty that makes people unable to help but smile.

If words cannot even express, if words cannot even remember.Then let go of those useless redundancies and focus on what you want to do.

That's exactly what Lu Yan thought before he was 16 years old.

"Fu Huai." Fu Huai later taught Lu Yan to say his name.

"Sugar." Lu Yan licked his lips.

"Fu - Huai."

"sugar."

"Fu - Fu -"

"sugar."

"Fu—"

"Fu."

"Right, that's it."

"Fu Tang." Lu Yan reached out to touch the corner of Fu Huai's mouth.

"Fu Tang."

"It's Fu Huai."

"Fu Tang."

"Sugar is edible sugar, sweet sugar, Fu Huai is not sugar."

"Fu Tang is sugar..." Lu Yan said stickily.

The future is still long, and they have already made a good start.At the very least, they can enjoy this warm and sunny afternoon.

Fu Huai sighed, did not correct him, and followed Lu Yan to sit on the grass.The young man's slender white fingers nestled quietly and obediently in his palm, and his dark eyes focused on an ant climbing up the blade of grass.A gust of wind blew it to the ground.

Lu Yan stretched out his finger and sent it back to its original position.

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World No. 22, the treatment is complete.