Two worlds

My name is Wen Haochu. I have been in this mental hospital for two weeks. I don’t understand. Those doctors come and go and ask me all kinds of questions every day, just to prove that I am sick. What's the point?

Just because I'm a little different from them puts me in isolation, people are different, aren't they?

I don't think I've ever hurt anyone, and they lock me up and give me all kinds of drugs to prevent me from hurting anyone else, trying to make me like them. It's ridiculous.

Everyone lives alone and lively, I understood it when I was very young, my brother was busy for our future life, and my parents died in an accident when I was in primary school.It is reasonable to say that everyone will face death, but whenever I think about it, I can't stop the grief in my heart, maybe the person who has been with me for so long leaves suddenly, I am not used to it, I have always comforted myself like this .

Because my elder brother and I were both underage, we lived in my sister-in-law's house.If I don't have to go to the hospital to see a doctor frequently because of my health, and my brother is not so busy, this kind of life is not bad.I don’t like hospitals very much, probably because I lived in the hospital for too long when I was a child, or I just watched my mother who was still hugging me yesterday, and my father who was keen to buy me toys lay there motionless, covered with a white cloth, Maybe the cloth is bloody and bloody, maybe there is deep regret hidden, but I don’t dare to open my eyes to see, they are still them, but they are no longer them, people who burn their souls, leaving only a decayed body, thinking of Now, I kind of hate the driver who caused the accident.

I had nothing to do at my sister-in-law’s house except to accept the care of my brother who came home every week. I didn’t know this until I met that person who sprinkled brilliant colors in my gray life before. He taught me how to paint. There are so many great ways to express your thoughts in the world.But it was also because of him that my sister-in-law took me to the mental hospital. I have been in this mental hospital for two weeks.

I haven't seen my brother for two weeks, I haven't seen him for two weeks, I haven't touched a paintbrush for two weeks.I am very upset, I don't know what the consequences of admitting that I am sick, but if I stay like this, it will drive me crazy, just when I couldn't help but want to admit it, my brother came .He hugged me tightly with guilt, patted my back, and said sorry to me in a choked voice, I don't understand what's wrong with him, the one who brought me here was my sister-in-law, who used various methods to force me It's the doctor here, but I still hug him back.Relieved, brother, don't cry.Unexpectedly, he cried louder.

In the end, I was taken away from the hospital by my brother with a strong attitude. My brother left my sister-in-law's house and found another house. We moved in. Later, my brother became even busier. Follow me and take me to see a psychiatrist on weekends.I didn't think I was sick, but I knew he was doing it for my own good, so I had to be obedient.

When I moved to a new house, I met him again. I was very surprised and asked him how he knew that I had moved. He just smiled mysteriously and did not answer. He walked up to me and continued to teach me how to paint. Painting quickly took away all my thoughts.Slowly, the more I paint, the better. In order to thank that person, I will make a painting for him every year on the day I meet him. He doesn’t seem to care much, but I am very happy. In the past few years with him In getting along, I feel that I seem to like him. He is the person who has been with me the longest besides my brother, and he has taught me one of my favorite things. I think I should like him.By the way, I know his name. I found it out of my brother's drawer accidentally. My brother is secretly investigating him. I am very angry, but I am very happy. I finally know his name. , His name is Qiao Yan.After I had a fight with my brother and got a guarantee from him that he would not investigate any more, I ran to confess to him full of joy.

But when I told him that I wanted to chase you, he showed the same smile as before and shook his head and walked away.Since then, I have never seen him again. I know that he likes to go to Sweet to eat cake on his birthday. After consulting a lot of information, I made up my mind to wait for him at Sweet on his birthday. I was a little scared, so I found a place I hid, but he walked in with my brother. I was really embarrassed to confess in front of my brother. I thought there was another chance, but I didn’t expect that this was the last time I saw him. I heard I obeyed my brother’s words and went to college obediently, and never saw him again. I couldn’t help but leave school early on the day I got my diploma. It was his birthday. I knew it. I bought his favorite cake at sweet , Standing by the side of the road waiting for him, the weather was fine that day, I saw an alley beside me, so I sat at the entrance of the alley and waited for him, before I knew it, I fell asleep.

When I opened my eyes, I really met him, but he didn't seem to remember me, he seemed different.

He would smile at me gently, he didn't like to eat onions, he didn't like to eat too sweet things, he even got afraid of heights, when he was sitting on the window sill of our house, he laughed happily, and I was a little confused.

But he will buy me my favorite food and pamper me subconsciously, this kind of him makes me want to kiss him.

I kissed him as I wished, and I also chased him as I wished, my Ah Yan.

It turned out that Ah Yan was not him. Ah Yan said that the man was his younger brother, Qiao Yu. When he asked me with red eyes if I still like him, I walked over and kissed him. Of course I liked you.

I know, I know, that person is only visible to me, his name is not Qiao Yu, and he is not Ah Yan’s younger brother, but Ah Yan even asked my uncles and aunts to lie to me in order to make me feel that I am not sick. I don't think I'm that stupid.Ah Yan said that he believed that I was not sick, and my brother also said the same, and I always felt that way.The person I care about most in this world recognizes me, so what else do I have to be afraid of.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival, I saw that person again. I chased after him and wanted to say thank you to him, but he showed puzzled eyes when he heard it.Ask me, don't you blame me for causing you to make others think you are sick?

I answered with a smile, but you taught me how to draw.

And let me meet my light.

When I went back, I saw Ah Yan standing by the river with an anxious expression on his face. He ran towards me. I lied to him that his brother didn’t want to come back. He held my hand tightly and said that he must take him with him next time.

My Ah Yan, my light.How could I take you to meet him?A lie you made up for me.

Will you be afraid of death, close your eyes, as if floating in the boundless black hole, unable to catch a ray of light, long and long darkness and loneliness surround you, you don't know the direction from the last second, and you don't know the next Where will it go in a second.When I came to the end of my life, I saw Ah Yan holding my hand tightly in a trance, when I didn't have the strength to hold him back, when I was sleepy and wanted to close my eyes, when I saw his panicked eyes.I think I was probably scared.

I woke up from the chaos alone, merged into the mighty river and sea, and met a person who supported me on the way. I was lonely, and I was lonely, and I felt warmth and sweetness.

We are all independent individuals, small and lonely, meeting and colliding to create brilliance, leaving only a moment of light.Along the way, we will eventually separate.

The author has something to say:

really over

I wish everyone can meet someone who tolerates themselves and does not discriminate against them