After the divorce, Slag Gong shut him down

August 8, mental hospital.

"Thanks to you, I was almost transferred to a fully enclosed intensive care unit." Yin Zhao leaned against the door frame and complained, "It's all right now, I will never even think about adding this amount to the medical record in my life." I was discharged from the hospital, and the 'collection' under the bed was also confiscated..."

Zhou Fu leaned back on the chair, took out a lychee from the bowl on the square coffee table next to him and quietly picked it up, and said: "If I can be discharged from the hospital, it will be very simple to find a way to get you out at that time." thing."

As he said that, he put the crystal clear round fruit into another bowl, which was already full of peeled lychees, but he continued to repeat the work, and at the same time added to Yin Zhao: "I can assure you .”

"No need." Yin Zhao yawned: "I don't care, it's the same wherever I stay... But you, don't end up working in vain. It's been a few days, why hasn't there been any movement from the doctor? You bitter plan Is it good or not..."

"It will succeed." Zhou Fushen said firmly, "He needs someone to save him."

As soon as the words fell, the nurse came in and said, "Bed 032? Doctor Zhang."

Yin Zhao showed a shocked expression, while Zhou Fushen stood up calmly: "Okay, I'll go right away."

He wiped his fingers carefully with a wet towel before going out, and when he passed by Yin Zhao, the other party mouthed "I really have you" to him.

Zhou Fushen didn't respond. When he came to the office, the old doctor put on his reading glasses as soon as he sat down. After hesitating for a moment, he went straight to the point and said, "I can give you a discharge order."

As soon as these words came out, Zhou Fushen's dark eyes suddenly burst into brilliance.

His eyes were red for a moment, and he seemed to have a lot to say for a moment, but in the end he just wiped his face and choked up, "Doctor... thank you."

"There is nothing to thank, in fact... I should thank you." A sad smile appeared on the old doctor's old face.

"You...?" Zhou Fu looked at him deeply, pretending to be puzzled.

"Forget it, don't mention it." The old doctor shook his head and told him kindly: "Go out and live a good life, child... There are not so many opportunities to start over in life."

Hearing these words, for some reason, Zhou Fushen's original joy of being about to escape from birth slowly settled down, and gradually fermented into mixed feelings and confusion of not knowing what to do.

What can be changed after going out?Will Ran Ran be happy to see him again?Or is it that the pursuit of one's own tricks can only be exchanged for boredom in the end.

And the old doctor over there was completely ignorant of his worries about gains and losses, and was still saying: "...after the medical records and medical certificates are completed tomorrow, you can notify your family members to come pick you up. Don't worry, parents will love their children no matter what. Yes, knowing that you have suffered so much, your father will definitely..."

"Wait..." Zhou Fushen came back to his senses, and when he heard that he was going to notify Zhou Chengye, he immediately put on a painful look, inserted his fingers into his hair and said, "Doctor, you don't understand... I've already lost all these incidents." My father's face, he is so disappointed in me now, he will not want me to be discharged from the hospital."

"This..." The old doctor was embarrassed: "But without the consent of your family members, even if you have a discharge certificate, the hospital can't just let you go."

"If it has to be like this..." Zhou Fu was silent for a while, and finally took a pen and paper to write a series of numbers, handed it over and said, "You can contact this number."

"This is?" asked the old doctor.

"It's my mother, Zhuang Lingling."

……

August 8, mental hospital.

"Honestly, I'm not at all surprised that you've gotten to where you are today."

Zhuang Lingling slowly sat down on the chair. When she saw Zhou Fushen wearing a hospital gown, haggard and slovenly, after the initial surprise, only an indescribable complex expression remained on her face.

Zhou Fushen sat opposite her, and he didn't respond when he heard the words. He picked up a peeled lychee and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing slowly.

"Did your father send you here?" Zhuang Lingling said sarcastically, "It's really rare. I thought he would at most send you abroad to avoid the limelight, but I didn't expect him to be willing..."

"Jiang Ran asked him to do so." Zhou Fushen interrupted her, then spit out the fruit core in his palm, put it in another bowl, and made a ding-dong sound: "I can only hope that Jiang Ran will testify in court if I want to get away. His condition was to send me here."

"It seems that the child was also pushed by you." Zhuang Lingling frowned and said: "After all, that child Jiang Ran has always been gentle and kind."

Without commenting on her words, Zhou Fushen picked up another lychee, and the moment he bit it, the juice splashed, and the sweet taste spread in his mouth, but his eyes were like colorless and tasteless ice: "What do you really want in your heart? What you want is a son like Jiang Ran."

"Otherwise?" Zhuang Lingling asked back: "I'm old and living alone. My own son who was born in October of my pregnancy doesn't care about me. At this time, there is a child who is considerate and considerate. He often sends me concern, shouldn't I like him?"

"Are you also afraid of loneliness?" Zhou Fu said with a deep smile, "I thought you would like your current life very much. You will be successful and famous, you will be high above the others, and you will never be contaminated by the worldly caress—" "I used to be like this." Zhuang Lingling interrupted suddenly He, she lowered her head, a few vicissitudes of fine lines appeared on her well-maintained face under the sun: "But I found that people can't leave the world alone... Just like you, Fushen, before meeting Jiang Ran, I don't think you're afraid of being alone either."

The smile on Zhou Fushen's face slowly disappeared.

The atmosphere suddenly fell into a long silence, the two were relatively speechless, the sparrows were chirping on the branches outside the window, and the whole ward was filled with cooling that was contrary to the scorching summer.

"...How is life here?" In the silence, Zhuang Lingling spoke first, her nose twitched, and her voice hoarse: "Has it made you realize that you are not that great?"

"What can I say to make you happy?" Zhou Fushen said, "As long as you can leave here, you can ask me to write a [-]-character letter of repentance for you."

"You have never been willing to give in to me, have you? You were the same when you were a child. In the eyes of outsiders, your taciturn appearance is like a little angel who has suffered misfortune. And I am that nervous and vicious mother. No one knows that you are behind your back. How restless, like a demon sent by heaven to torture me." Zhuang Lingling recounted, it seemed that she hated him very much, but Zhou Fushen was indifferent as if he hadn't noticed it, but the next moment, Zhuang Lingling Turning the subject, he swallowed the sourness in his throat a few times, wiped the corners of his eyes with a handkerchief and said: "...I used to think that your nature is like this, but after more than 20 years, I will look back at the book I wrote back then... I realized that I was too young at that time, and I didn’t know how to be a mother at all...I am also responsible for letting you get to where you are today...I didn’t teach you the ability to love, I’m sorry."

Seemingly not expecting such an answer at all, Zhou Fu stared at her, still refusing to bow his head: "Did the lonely life in your later years make you learn to reflect?"

"Jiang Ran reminded me." Zhuang Lingling said: "When he was chatting with me, he once talked about that book, at that time he asked me, 'Do you really think there is evil without reason in the world? 'I understood at once...he really cares about you, and I know he wants you to reconcile with the past and become a person who truly lives in this world. "

Zhou Fushen's heart constricted violently. Hearing Jiang Ran's fiery love in the past could no longer make him feel complacent, but it was like a sharp knife stirring repeatedly, reminding him of what he had lost all the time. thing.

Avoiding Zhuang Lingling's gaze, he said: "...you said that my birth ruined everything."

"I was just not ready to meet you at the time... I admit that I wanted to chase freedom more, and I have suffered the consequences for this." Zhuang Lingling said with difficulty: "The past time can't be repeated, I just hope Don't make the same mistakes... When you love someone, don't be so penny-pinching, just be a person who obeys your heart, Fushen...you deserve happiness."

……

On August 8, it was dusk after completing the discharge procedures. Under the afterglow of the setting sun, Zhou Fushen folded the hospital gown and put it on the bedside, then turned around and met Yin Zhao's teasing gaze.

"Congratulations." Yin Zhao winked and stretched out his hand.

Zhou Fu held his hand deeply, and the wound under the cuff of his shirt was vaguely revealed during his movements: "Thanks to you, I will do what I say."

The traces he had deliberately created were scabbed and old, but they gave people a more tormented impression.

Yin Zhao looked at it thoughtfully, and before he was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly called out: "Wait, you forgot something!"

"what?"

Zhou Fushen turned his head, but was caught off guard by Yin Zhao's punch in the face.

"Tsk..." Zhou Fushen's fingers rubbed the corner of his mouth, and there was a sharp pain, but he didn't fight back immediately, because he knew that Yin Zhao probably did it suddenly before retaliating against him.

"I'll give you a boost." Yin Zhaoguan said grandly, "I don't want to embarrass my wife, you have to know how to sacrifice!"

"Hehe... don't worry." Zhou Fushen stood up straight, and said with a half-smile, "I've already had the awareness in this regard."

After walking out of the hospital, Zhou Fushen rejected Zhuang Lingling's proposal to take him home. Zhou Fushen first bought some supplies for disinfection and hemostasis at a nearby pharmacy, and then got on the bullet train leading to City H.

Sporadic raindrops were pouring on the glass, and the night scenery was passing by quickly outside the window. At this moment, the lights in the carriage had been turned off, and in the narrow toilet cubicle, Zhou Fushen stabbed the arrow with a repeatedly sterilized screwdriver. The tearing pain exploded in his mind in an instant, and the feeling of being stabbed by a blunt object was extremely uncomfortable. He gritted his teeth and broke out in a cold sweat. His body slowly slid and sat on the ground, closing his eyes for a while before recovering. He cruelly pulled out the part of the screwdriver that had penetrated into the flesh.

After taking some measures to stop the bleeding, the restlessness in his body calmed down, and he said to himself: "Ran Ran, please, take pity on me..."

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