After the divorce, Slag Gong shut him down

"This is..." Jiang Feng walked over.

"Camera." Jiang Ran picked up his eyes, groped in his palm for a moment, and then removed a memory card from the corner.

"Zhou Fushen installed it inside? He shouldn't be using this thing to monitor you all the time, right?" Jiang Feng showed a look of shock and disgust: "Damn, this pervert!"

He was about to continue yelling, but he didn't expect Jiang Ran to laugh suddenly while holding the small card in his hand.

Jiang Feng was stunned: "...Ran Ran?"

"It's come this far..." Muttering, Jiang Ran smiled to himself: "How could Zhou Fushen think that I would still recall good things?"

Thinking of the flags that frequently popped out of the chicken cub's mouth in the game, he felt even more absurd.

There is nothing eternal in this world, and even memories can be consumed or even faded, and the things that are most likely to change happen to be those clean and pure things that float on the top.

——The relationship between him and Zhou Fushen is like this. Usually all the filth is deposited at the bottom. When the sun is just right, what is reflected in the clear and translucent water waves is all tenderness and affection; but once it is disturbed, it will change instantly It becomes turbid, likes and hates are entangled and cannot be distinguished, and after a long time, they all become dirty.

Of course, if there is enough time, those filth may have a chance to settle again, but Zhou Fushen will never stop making waves, he just wants Jiang Ran to drink up all the ups and downs.

"It's nothing, actually I'm not surprised at all, brother." Jiang Ran turned his head, weighed the sphere in his hand and said: "When he was on the island, he even did things to me when he fell below the lower limit. Installing a camera secretly is nothing at all...Besides, if not being able to control my whereabouts for a second would make him feel painful, then he should have been tortured by now."

Seeing that Jiang Ran was so open-minded, Jiang Feng frowned and clicked his tongue, and said meanly: "Since all the dirty tricks have been used in the dark, it seems that he can't do without you, so why did he pretend to be so? As if nothing had happened."

It's not new to say this. It is estimated that everyone who knows the grievances and entanglements between Jiang Ran and Zhou Fushen has this question in his heart. Even when Zhou Fushen exposed all the unbearable things to Jiang Ran, Jiang Ran also once I have asked so sadly and indignantly, but it is pointless to dwell on these now.

Instead of circling endlessly in dead ends and torturing yourself, it is better to follow the answer given by the public-this is a madman.

Nobody cares too much about a madman.

So put this topic aside, the two of them worked for a long time, and after dismantling the whole chicken cub into parts, Jiang Ran stuffed it into a large storage box, took it down when Jiang Feng left, and dumped it downstairs trash can.

Finally, the giant thing standing on the bed was removed, and Jiang Ran's field of vision was instantly wider. He stood in front of the window overlooking the night view of the city, while shaking the honey water in the cup, thinking, there are some things that should be It's better to throw it away early.

……

When he woke up, Zhou Fushen had a severe headache. He got up from the bed, and he had forgotten how many times he fell asleep in the whole afternoon.

He bent his knuckles and touched his jumping temples. He raised his head and wanted to look at the electronic watch beside the bed, but found that his pupils seemed to have been polished by rough sandpaper, and everything he could see was blurred.

Zhou Fu squinted his eyes slowly and sat up slowly, the surroundings seemed to be twisted in a strange way, but on the contrary, he felt extraordinarily clear-headed, like a green field cleared after a heavy rain, every blood vessel was extremely transparent , so transparent that it even made him feel naked, as if even his nerves were exposed.

At this moment, the next door was quiet, but he couldn't help agitating, like a trapped animal in a prison. Zhou Fushen understood that this was the side effect of the medicine. He wanted to suppress it, but his limbs couldn't control it.

He wandered back and forth in the ward, and there was a sour smell in the air, as if someone had vomited, but when Zhou Fushen endured the discomfort and searched the bathroom, he didn't find the source.

After tossing for a long time, he took the water to wash his face and put his arms on the edge of the sink. When he raised his head, he was caught off guard and saw himself in the mirror.

The person inside is haggard, ashen, and unkempt, with slightly long black hair scattered in front of his forehead. Although he is supported by his good flesh and bones, he can still be called handsome, but he already likes Jiang Ran. The high-spirited young man in the school has nothing to do with it.

Thinking of this, there was a fine tingling pain in his heart.

Boom, boom, boom.

At this time, there was a sound like hitting a wall again from the next door. As soon as Zhou Fushen looked around, he saw a head popping out of the door. It was the patient who was said to be proficient in fortune-telling.

"Are you okay? I heard there seems to be movement on your side." The patient asked tentatively.

However, Zhou Fushen didn't appreciate it, and replied coldly: "If you have time to pay attention to me, why don't you go to the next door to see, he sounds like he is in pain and is about to commit suicide."

"Ham, what's so interesting, it's like this every day or two." The patient waved his hand, and then comforted him: "When you come to this place, first of all, you have to think about it, don't keep making things difficult for yourself, think about something beautiful." Hey, don’t you have a lover outside? He must be waiting for you to go out!”

Zhou Fu was expressionless: "He is the one who sent me here."

"Ah..." The patient groaned, but asked unwillingly, "Then do you hate him?"

"I love him." Zhou Fushen replied blankly.

"It's good, it's good...Love means being selfless and tolerant." The patient had nothing to say: "I believe he must have a very happy life outside, and you can feel relieved."

"Relax? No..." Zhou Fushen twitched the corners of his mouth with a half-smile, and then walked past him like a walking corpse, saying, "Love is never a sacrifice to me. On the contrary, love is possession and capture. Throughout the ages, all heroes The story behind the beauty has been passed down through the ages, which one is not accompanied by plunder and destruction? It can be seen that this is the nature of human beings. The so-called letting go is actually an excuse used by the losers to talk about comfort. Without your participation, the happiness obtained by other people is nothing more than a mirror image to you. After all, how can you call it real if you can’t see or touch it? You can’t know whether there is something beyond your consciousness. scouting."

"..." The patient couldn't refute for a moment, but he didn't stop there: "Maybe you are right, but I guess that's why you appeared in the mental hospital, alas... Please brother! Wake up, it's a legal society now Now, it won’t work to engage in robbery, I advise you to spend some time thinking about the idealism I think, therefore I am, why not go to the emotional reading section of the library and find a few love 36 strategies to study.”

The sharp sarcasm caught his ears, and suddenly there was a bang from the next door. Zhou Fushen suddenly closed his eyes, frowned, and uttered a word for a long time: "Get out."

After the words fell, there were several knocks on the door, the nurse pushed the door in, looked around strangely, and then said: "bed 032, it's time to check."

Hearing this, Zhou Fushen opened his eyes and walked out under the guarded eyes of the nurse.

……

After completing the brain CT scan, Zhou Fushen was led to the office of the doctor who was almost blinded by him to receive routine psychological counseling.

Pulling the back of the chair, the stool legs rubbed against the ground, making a series of ear-piercing sounds, but Zhou Fushen sat down as if he didn't notice it, his movements were surly, and he just looked at the doctor face to face.

Compared with the previous consultation room, this office is more spacious and bright, but the air is inexplicably depressed and confrontational, and the doctor doesn't know if he is still worried about what happened two days ago. The smile was very stiff: "Compared to the previous conversations, your change really shocked me."

"You mean decent?" Zhou Fushen said, "No one here needs such a thing."

His almost pure black eyes made the doctor dare not look at him closely, so he coughed twice, turned his eyes away and said, "You don't have to be so hostile to me, in fact, I'm not trying to persecute you, you just need to take all the medicines you should take on time Then, you can leave the hospital normally."

Zhou Fushen didn't ask 'what will happen to me after taking all the medicine', but turned a deaf ear to his words, looked around slowly, and finally stopped at one place - there was a humidifier there Slowly puffing smoke.

The doctor over there continued: "...to tell you the truth, I have come into contact with many patients with the same characteristics as you, such as focus, coldness, lack of empathy, love to manipulate others, and extreme self-centeredness... Honestly It is said that most of these people do not have the distress of not being able to integrate into society. On the contrary, many of them have charisma and play a very good role in society, just like you before. But the difference is that they are very In order to keep those anti-social elements in their personality - such as violence, impulsiveness, etc., they are not unable to empathize, but only empathize with things they are willing to empathize with. This is entirely up to them, and yours The problem is, you're putting that power switch in someone else's hands."

Even though the name was not mentioned, it was just a little overtone, but it still made Zhou Fushen freeze suddenly. He retracted his gaze and lowered his eyes halfway, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Of course, I also understand your obsession with Jiang Ran, because he must be a beautiful and attractive incarnation worth remembering forever in your eyes..."

"—Are you conceiving a love letter for me?" Zhou Fushen interrupted him abruptly, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Or the most vulgar kind that is worthless?"

The doctor was speechless.

Without waiting for him to reorganize his language, Zhou Fushen exhausted his patience, stood up and said condescendingly: "You may use drugs to trample on this body wantonly, but you will never put your hand into my mind."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and left, leaving the stunned doctor to come back to his senses for a while, a little annoyed and angry, secretly thinking what the hell is going on, a mental patient is like Shawshank's redemption.

……

Back in the ward, Zhou Fushen happened to pass by the cleaning staff who were cleaning up the room. He looked at the room with obvious cleaning marks, his brows furrowed unconsciously, but he didn't say much.

The discomfort of his territory being invaded by outsiders wrapped him up. Zhou Fushen's forehead had twitching veins, and he walked to the bedside tensely. He subconsciously cast his eyes on the bedside for comfort, but found that the felt chicken cub hanging under the lampshade was gone.

His pupils dilated suddenly, and within a short while, he rushed out the door, caught up with the cleaning staff who had gone far away, and threw him against the wall by the collar of the latter.

The cleaning staff was almost frightened out of their wits, thinking that they had encountered a patient and went crazy, and immediately wanted to yell for help, but Zhou Fushen asked eagerly: "The felt toy hanging on the lampshade... Where did you throw the felt toy I hung there?" ?”

Seeing that the cleaner was still a little dazed and speechless, Zhou Fushen let go of his grip on the other party's collar, put his hand on his shoulder instead, and said earnestly: "Tell me... think about it carefully, please It's... where did you throw it!!"

The cleaner stumbled and said, "I... I didn't see any toys!"

There was already a suspicious look from the security guard in the distance. The other party walked towards this side while talking on the walkie-talkie. Zhou Fu took a deep breath and said, "It's a yellow chicken, as big as two one-yuan coins! Just hang up." Under the lampshade!! Please think carefully, that really means a lot to me...I can't...I can't..."

As he said, perhaps because he was too emotional, the side effects of the drug returned, and he felt dizzy in his head.

"Oh——I seem to know, it's a little thing like a duck." After listening to his description, the cleaning staff suddenly realized: "I thought it was so old that I didn't want it. The rubbish was dumped in the trash can in the public restroom, maybe—" Before he finished speaking, Zhou Fushen suddenly left him and ran towards the public restroom.

With two plops, two large buckets of garbage were thrown to the ground. Zhou Fu knelt deeply and rummaged on the wet and cold floor. The filth that he had avoided before passed through his fingers that used to jump and fly on the keys, leaving mottled marks , However, Zhou Fushen had no time to take care of these at all. He concentrated on staring at these disgusting garbage, just like staring at densely packed musical scores, fiddled back and forth among them.

Finally, he peeled away a few pieces of fruit wrapped in waste paper, and he caught a glimpse of the somewhat worn yellow underneath.

His fingertips trembled twice, and he held it up as if he had found a treasure. In an instant, Zhou Fushen felt inexplicably joyful as if he had found it after he had lost it. When the wisps of dirt were filthy, the joy that gathered in his body turned into soreness again, rushing up his throat like a throbbing pain.

"Ran Ran..." He knelt on the ground, clutching the chicken cub to his chest, crying and laughing with sobs, "Ran Ran..."

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