After the divorce, Slag Gong shut him down

After the nurses pulled the sick man out and the ward became quiet again, Zhou Fu stared deeply at the patient who was cleaning the floor, or Yin Zhao, and suddenly asked:

"Is there anyone out there you want to see?"

The patient looked up at him strangely when he heard the words, and said, "I know you want to go out, but it's useless to encourage me, it's better to cooperate with the treatment honestly."

Hearing this, Zhou Fu lowered his eyes deeply, and rarely smiled lightly: "Then you have cooperated for so long, has your condition improved?"

"It's meaningless for you to say that." The patient swept the broken glass into the dustpan and said, "I'm different. I've fully realized the Tao, and ordinary things can no longer restrain me, so for me, in the It's the same everywhere."

"Really, have you ever heard of Holderlin's poem?" Zhou Fushen read in a low voice: "When the heroes grow up in the iron cradle, the brave hearts will visit you like before. Almighty god, and before this, I often felt that it would be better to sleep peacefully than to be alone."

The patient fell silent and looked at him.

Zhou Fushen continued: "People need sustenance to live. Even a beggar on the side of the road must have a dog to depend on each other. For them, this is the destination of the soul. No matter where they go, they can find the way back; When people lose their home, they can only wander around, regard every corner of the world as their home, and finally die in a place that no one knows."

The low and steady tone fell into the air, like a circulating epic, which was particularly thought-provoking.

"I know Hölderlin, and I also know that he became schizophrenic." The patient slapped the dustpan on the corner of the wall, breaking the atmosphere, then leaned against the wall with arms dangling, and teased: "You have Talent, you must have written a good composition when you were in school, right? I'm quite curious. It stands to reason that with your attainments in the poet's romantic feelings, you should be good at coaxing, but how did you get to this point? ?Could it be that it's just a talk on paper, but when it comes to real swords and guns, it's like a little boy who is in love, always in love, right? "

These words were the same as before, with a biting sarcasm, as if they were the experience gained after empathizing with them, and they were straight to the heart, but this time Zhou Fushen was not angry, but faced him directly: "That's why I want to redeem it, if I can Do it all over again, I don't want to make another mistake."

"Criminal..." The patient suddenly froze in place as if he had been frozen. He tried to open his mouth halfway, but he couldn't utter a word as if he was aphasic. He could only look around in confusion and aimlessly.

Seeing this scene, Zhou Fushen did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, but stood up in a leisurely manner, ready to leave: "Thank you for the soy milk, I may come to trouble you often in the future, do you mind?"

His well-mannered and easy-going appearance made the patient unable to refute, so he could only say dryly: "No... I don't mind."

Zhou Fu smiled deeply, and walked out, but before stepping out of the threshold, he stopped suddenly, turned his head and asked, "Do you still dream now?"

"Dream?"

"Since I came here, I have often dreamed." Zhou Fushen said: "It is said that where there is emptiness in the heart, dreams will fill it up for you."

After finishing speaking, he ignored the patient's reaction and walked out.

For the next few days, Zhou Fushen did as he said, often visiting the next door, and as Zhou Fushen behaviorist Professor Jiang Ran analyzed - when Zhou Fushen wants to have a good relationship with a person, the other party is usually difficult to stop.

For example, right now, in just a few days, the patient has put aside the past suspicions and started running errands for Zhou Fushen. As a patient who has always behaved well, Yin Zhao has a certain right to move freely.

"Sometimes I'm thinking... If I didn't learn civil engineering back then, what's the future of learning civil engineering these days... Fengshui masters earn more money than us."

The patient complained endlessly, but the past mentioned was very disconnected from his background of being a soldier, so Zhou Fushen guessed that what he said was actually his good friend's life experience.

"If you had to choose the most useful subject, I think it would be social engineering." Zhou Fushen replied while sitting by the window, drawing on paper with a pencil.

By the way, the pen and paper were bought for him by fellow patient Yin Zhao.

"Ah?" The patient didn't hear clearly, walked over and stretched his head to look at the paintings he drew, and found that they were all sketches of various places in the hospital, so he didn't pay much attention to them, and asked again: "By the way, you said you wanted to buy some fruit, right?" , I know a nurse who is very good and can help with it, what do you want?"

Zhou Fushen stopped writing and thought for a while: "... just lemons."

This option is a bit special, and the patient immediately became alert when he heard the words: "You don't want to take the opportunity to ask for a fruit knife, give it up, they can't give it to you."

"I just want to drink water with lemon." Zhou Fushen casually changed his pen: "If you are worried, you can ask them to cut it up and give it to me."

"...That's all?" The patient narrowed his eyes and looked at him inscrutablely.

Not paying attention to his suspicious gaze, Zhou Fushen changed the topic in a timely manner and said, "Your attending physician is Deputy Director Zhang Shaoyuan, right?"

"That's right." The patient nodded and wondered by the way: "How do you know?"

"I heard the nurse chatting about it." Zhou Fushen lied casually. In fact, he saw it on Yin Zhao's bedside card that day.

"Ao'ao, in fact, you should have been in charge of him, he is the doctor with the highest level in this hospital." The patient talked endlessly: "Unfortunately, something happened to his family a while ago. He passed away unexpectedly, alas, the white-haired man gave away the black-haired man, it's so pitiful, the hospital let him go home for the funeral, and if the hospital is not short of manpower for a while, it probably won't call him back."

Hearing this, Zhou Fushen's heart skipped a beat, and what Yin Zhao said matched up with the information in his memory.

During his detention, he once met the family members of the two victims killed by the robbers. Among them, a middle-aged man with gray hair impressed him deeply, and Zhou Fushen lived here on the first day At that time, I saw him on the honor wall of the hospital. His name was Zhang Shaoyuan.

No matter whether this person can be manipulated as easily as he thought, it is still better than the current one. Thinking, he lowered his head and stared at the humidifier placed in the corner of the painting, thinking of what Yin Zhao said just now, Xindao Hospital will soon run out It's manned, it's just that there is still an opportunity for you.

As for the consideration of whether the means were excessive, he didn't take it to heart at all.

As long as it is to see Jiang Ran again, even if it is a glimmer of hope, he will do it to the extreme.

……

IASON Club.

The points competition has been going on for more than a month now, and it will soon be September when the transfer period can start, which is also the day when Jiang Ran will announce his comeback. Seeing the voices on the Internet expressing expectations for this, Edgar feels restless.

His recent performance has been very unstable, causing the IASON team's current results to be far from expectations, only hanging at No.9 in the standings. If this continues, let alone the semi-finals stipulated in the betting contract, I am afraid. Can't even make it to the playoffs.

For this reason, Jiang Ze came here to comfort him, but the example he gave happened to hit Edgar's sore spot. It was Jiang Ran's repeated failures in the finals. Jiang Ze wanted to use this to relieve his pressure and tell him to come back Strong players also have the problem of erratic state, but it is full of irony in Edgar's ears.

He has had enough of being compared with Jiang Ran by netizens for everything, and even for things like unstable performance, there will be some netizens who leave comments: [No way?Do you want to copy Jiang Ran? 】

When Edgar saw this comment, he was so angry that he almost dropped his phone.

He told himself countless times to adjust his mentality, but every time he saw the word Jiang Ran, he couldn't calm down.

This name, from the day when the world league champion was announced, has been weighing on his head, mixed with the blurred figures of the two children of his adoptive father, becoming a lingering cloud in his life.

Originally, in his vision, the future of life for the two children who lost their parents' care was undoubtedly bleak, and it was nothing to worry about, but five years ago, Jiang Ran's appearance in the World League gave him It gave him a great sense of crisis, and let him know that there might be such a possibility—the two children of his adoptive father might not just sink, but grow into better people than him.

But how is this possible?

Holding the phone, Edgar tried hard to get out of his unwillingness. After all, tomorrow was the day to fight against Dragonmaw, so he couldn't be distracted.

But as soon as he stood up and was about to go to the training room, his phone vibrated one after another. After opening it, it turned out that he had received a few photos in private messages on Weibo. It was Jiang Ran, who was standing by the car surrounded by a group of people, old and young, who looked like a family.

Edgar frowned, why did you send him such a picture?Is it a prank?

Just bewildered, the person who sent the photo sent a line of words at this time, and Edgar's face suddenly changed. He quickly clicked on the avatar of the person who sent the letter and entered the homepage, only to find that it was a Sanwu trumpet.

Something was obviously wrong, probably because someone thought Jiang Ran was not pleasing to the eye but didn't dare to do anything, so they asked him to be the shooter, but Edgar couldn't care so much now, thinking of the identity of the person in the photo that the person pointed out, Edgar Degas's thoughts came alive.

Zee Films.

It is said that Qi Ye, the son of the Qi family, had a good relationship with Zhou Fushen, but this time when Zhou Fushen was detained pending trial, he said that he hadn't said anything at all. Some people in the know on Weibo also frequently reported that the two had fallen out. It just so happened that Jiang Ran and the Qi family got so close...

Edgar flipped through the photos repeatedly. Among them, the man who got out of the same car as Jiang Ran looked dignified. He might be Qi Ye, and the two of them seemed very close. This photo was just like seeing him at a glance. Like a parent, could it be—although there are many bad associations in my heart, such as brothers turning against each other, but after the lesson last time, Edgar no longer dared to send photos casually to make up stories, but took his mobile phone to go I found Jiang Ze.

In the office, Jiang Ze was a little surprised to see him coming: "Why don't you come here for training, our opponent tomorrow is Dragonmaw!"

"Dad, I don't want to delay the training time, but..." Edgar looked troubled, turned his phone to Weibo private message, and handed it over: "Someone sent me this just now, I don't I know what he means—" Jiang Ze opened the photo in doubt, and when he saw the two people standing side by side in the photo, he flicked his wrist and almost dropped the phone on the ground, but when he regained his grip, he stared at Jiang Feng in the photo.

When he left home, his eldest son had already entered high school, so his appearance hadn't changed much compared to now, and he could still vaguely distinguish the outline of his youth. The more Jiang Ze looked, the more he was convinced that this was Jiang Feng, that is to say ... He cast his eyes on Jiang Ran in the photo.

——The terrible conjecture in my heart has finally been confirmed.

The author has something to say: In the last chapter, I saw that some readers analyzed the role of Yin Zhao. I think you are better at writing than me, and you are caught in self-doubt ORZ...

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