Correct posture of masochism [system]
Chapter 22 Volume 3
The young man was dragged away, and the room became quiet. Jiang Yu picked up the cup on the small table, rubbed his fingers back and forth, and took a sip of water. Except for the strange material, it was no different from an ordinary cup.
The sun was setting, and the light outside the window was faintly red, dyeing the pale walls of the room with warmth.
The man sleeping on the bed frowned, his tall body was curled up, his back was arched, his knees were slightly bent upwards, and his head was turned down, like a baby.
It is said that people with this sleeping position are anxious and insecure.
Jiang Yu's eyes stopped on the man, and he became deeper and deeper. He planned to find out the person the Zhang family sent in to monitor the other party first, so that he would have a chance to plan to take the other party out of here. He sat against the wall for a while and then opened the door. The quilt leaned against the edge of the bed and slowly got out of bed.
There were people coming and going in the corridor, and the beautiful symphony was sandwiched between the noisy sounds. Jiang Yu moved forward while leaning on the wall, and at the end was a hall, surrounded by sofas and chairs for rest, and some simple exercise equipment.
The hall was very lively, the patients were chatting together, talking and laughing, the young man who had rushed to his bed and wept bitterly was now holding a man's thigh and crying and screaming, looking very miserable.
An Yi, 24 years old, entered the showbiz at the age of seven, but could only be mixed in the third line. He was ill for two and a half years. Because of a severe head injury during filming, he was moved from the studio to a mental hospital.
He is one of Zhang Shi's roommates, a young actor who has not been popular for a long time, although he is not stunning, he is also good-looking, and the conditions are good, Jiang Yu secretly speculates in his heart.
In the corner, several elderly people suffering from dementia were clapping their hands and playing games with the nurses, all with sickly innocent smiles on their faces, like a carefree child.
People from outside all demonized the mental hospital, including Jiang Yu, who had no way of imagining what it would be like before coming here.
In fact, this is a small film and television base. Everyone is devoted to playing different roles in their own world.
Within ten minutes of Jiang Yu leaning against the wall, several people came to greet him warmly. Of course, there were also those who fell ill, such as the old man with white beard who had asked him five times.
The old man stared at Jiang Yu with cloudy eyes, and asked for the sixth time, "Who are you?"
Jiang Yu rubbed his forehead, "I am number 115."
The old man insisted, "No! You are not!"
Jiang Yu had a headache, "I really am."
"No, no, no! You're definitely not!" The old man brushed his beard and walked around Jiang Yu several times, and when Jiang Yu was about to faint, he suddenly laughed, "Hahaha, I know! You are Xiaohua from Erwa's house next door, aren't you?"
Jiang Yu gave a thumbs up, "Master, you are smart."
The old man looked contemptuous, "Idiot, Xiao Hua is a pig."
Under Jiang Yu's messy gaze, the old man walked away in a hurry.
This is not a mental patient, Jiang Yu who was hit by the blow kept a sullen face and said nothing, until the weakness of the body swept up and he regained his sanity.
He turned around and took a few steps and was tapped on the shoulder, and when he turned his head, he saw a magnified face, which was almost close to him.
It was the chief eunuch just now.
The middle-aged man first looked around cautiously, then leaned over and said mysteriously in a very soft voice, "Hey, do you know? I have eight suites."
After speaking, he smiled at Jiang Yu.
Jiang Yu was in a cold sweat.
Liu Yimin, 49 years old, had been ill for six years, and went bankrupt because he was cheated out of real estate speculators in partnership with his friends.
Seeing Jiang Yu ignoring him, Liu Yimin snorted unhappily, and said to himself while walking, "Eight suites, I have eight suites..."
Jiang Yu watched his next roommate leave, his eyes sank slightly, Liu Yimin had a suspicious chance, he had a terrible obsession with money.
"No. 115, why did you run out, go back and lie down!"
A petite young female nurse walked over quickly, and without saying a word, she stretched out her hand to hold Jiang Yu's arm. Jiang Yu broke free a few times in exchange for a stronger confinement, and he let the other party struggle to help him to the room.
"Cultivation is not in a hurry, you are still young, there are plenty of opportunities."
Seeing that Jiang Yu didn't speak, the female nurse said again, with a much lighter tone, "Uncle, don't be sad."
Jiang Yu was unable to complain, "I'm not sad."
The female nurse was taken aback for a moment, then she glanced at Jiang Yu, her eyes were full of sympathy, the uncle must have slammed his head hard.
Jiang Yu lay back on the bed again, and the female nurse told him to take a good rest before turning around and going out.
An Yi who came in took an apple and gnawed it with relish. He lay down on the innermost bed, his raised legs kept swinging.
Jiang Yu's inspecting eyes paused for a few seconds on An Yi and then moved away. He looked out the window lazily, it was already dark.
"Big black!"
There was a sound of surprise from the left, and Jiang Yu jumped up and looked at the man lying on his bed.
Zhang Shi held Jiang Yu's face with both hands, "Dahei, you've lost weight."
Jiang Yu was expressionless, his facial muscles were twitching under closer inspection.
"Don't be afraid, I'll buy you two big bones tomorrow." Zhang Shi touched and squeezed them up and down.
The calluses on the tiger's mouth of the hands caressing the face are obvious, they are a pair of hands holding guns all the year round, Jiang Yu was touched with cold grains all over his body, he asked 000 who is Dahei in his mind?
"Ding, that doesn't sound like a name."
Jiang Yu had a bad feeling, he asked another person in the room, "Who is Dahei?"
"Dog." An Yi yelled at Jiang Yu, "Wow!"
Jiang Yu raised his forehead, in less than half a day, his identities include emperor, pig, commander, head of the family, and dog. After a long time, he may not even know who he is.
"Enough touching." Jiang Yu violently pressed the hand that was still groping on his face, and swung it away vigorously.
The man who was in good condition a moment ago suddenly stared at Jiang Yu with his eyes fixed on him, making one's scalp tingle.
Zhang Shi is usually not angry, on the contrary he is very simple, like a big boy, but if someone provokes him, he will become manic, and when he gets sick, he is more ferocious than a mad dog.
The doctors and nurses in the hospital didn't dare to get close to him easily, they avoided him if they could, and coaxed him if they couldn't.
He had his normal days, too, but those were the scariest ones.
Noticing that the other party's breathing became heavier and heavier, and the expression on his face became terrifying, Jiang Yu's head hurt even more. He tried to divert the other party's attention, "Do you like reading?"
Zhang Shi was still staring at him, his tone hot, "I don't like it."
When the hostility in Zhang Shi's eyes was about to turn into anger, Jiang Yu quickly raised his hand to touch his face, and asked in a gentle tone that could make him sick, "Then what do you like?"
Zhang Shi was taken aback by his actions, and said blankly, "Dahei."
So it was cold.
The two stared at each other, the distance was very close, and the weird atmosphere was broken by An Yi who moved his head curiously.
An Yi rolled his eyes, "What are you looking at? I want to see too!"
"Go away!" Zhang Shi yelled at him, "I won't show you!"
So what exactly are you looking at? l Jiang Yu was sprayed with saliva by the two of them, he swears in a low voice, resisting the urge to throw them out.
Just when Jiang Yu was thinking about what to do, Liu Yimin came in, he patted Zhang Shi on the shoulder, and talked about his eighth apartment with a smile.
Jiang Yu heaved a sigh of relief, only now did he realize that his palms were covered with sweat. Even if he became a mental patient, that man would still exude a fearsome aura when he got angry.
After a while, the nurse came to supervise them and left after taking the medicine. When the iron gate was pulled, the whole corridor became quiet.
Jiang Yu slept in a daze at night, as if he heard someone talking beside Zhang Shi's bed, he wanted to open his eyelids to have a look, but fell asleep again under the effect of the medicine.
In the morning, Jiang Yu nestled in the quilt and couldn't think of it. Maybe it was the medicine, or maybe it was because he hadn't slept well for a long time. He felt someone pushing him. He frowned impatiently, and when he was about to sit up, he heard a panicked sound above his head. scream.
"It's bad, it's bad, the emperor is dead!"
The corners of Jiang Yu's mouth twitched a few times, and the sound of hurried footsteps came from the corridor outside. It sounded like a lot of people had come. An Yi's unique cry pierced the wall and pierced his eardrums. He opened his eyes and got up quickly. , if he doesn't get up again, maybe those people will really bury him.
Looking at Zhang Shi, who bowed his head and earnestly buttoned the hospital gown, Jiang Yu had a blurry scene flashing through his mind. Thinking of the voice he heard last night, he narrowed his eyes, maybe he wasn't dreaming.
They all took medicine, and the only ones who could get in smoothly should be the doctors and nurses on duty.
The sun was setting, and the light outside the window was faintly red, dyeing the pale walls of the room with warmth.
The man sleeping on the bed frowned, his tall body was curled up, his back was arched, his knees were slightly bent upwards, and his head was turned down, like a baby.
It is said that people with this sleeping position are anxious and insecure.
Jiang Yu's eyes stopped on the man, and he became deeper and deeper. He planned to find out the person the Zhang family sent in to monitor the other party first, so that he would have a chance to plan to take the other party out of here. He sat against the wall for a while and then opened the door. The quilt leaned against the edge of the bed and slowly got out of bed.
There were people coming and going in the corridor, and the beautiful symphony was sandwiched between the noisy sounds. Jiang Yu moved forward while leaning on the wall, and at the end was a hall, surrounded by sofas and chairs for rest, and some simple exercise equipment.
The hall was very lively, the patients were chatting together, talking and laughing, the young man who had rushed to his bed and wept bitterly was now holding a man's thigh and crying and screaming, looking very miserable.
An Yi, 24 years old, entered the showbiz at the age of seven, but could only be mixed in the third line. He was ill for two and a half years. Because of a severe head injury during filming, he was moved from the studio to a mental hospital.
He is one of Zhang Shi's roommates, a young actor who has not been popular for a long time, although he is not stunning, he is also good-looking, and the conditions are good, Jiang Yu secretly speculates in his heart.
In the corner, several elderly people suffering from dementia were clapping their hands and playing games with the nurses, all with sickly innocent smiles on their faces, like a carefree child.
People from outside all demonized the mental hospital, including Jiang Yu, who had no way of imagining what it would be like before coming here.
In fact, this is a small film and television base. Everyone is devoted to playing different roles in their own world.
Within ten minutes of Jiang Yu leaning against the wall, several people came to greet him warmly. Of course, there were also those who fell ill, such as the old man with white beard who had asked him five times.
The old man stared at Jiang Yu with cloudy eyes, and asked for the sixth time, "Who are you?"
Jiang Yu rubbed his forehead, "I am number 115."
The old man insisted, "No! You are not!"
Jiang Yu had a headache, "I really am."
"No, no, no! You're definitely not!" The old man brushed his beard and walked around Jiang Yu several times, and when Jiang Yu was about to faint, he suddenly laughed, "Hahaha, I know! You are Xiaohua from Erwa's house next door, aren't you?"
Jiang Yu gave a thumbs up, "Master, you are smart."
The old man looked contemptuous, "Idiot, Xiao Hua is a pig."
Under Jiang Yu's messy gaze, the old man walked away in a hurry.
This is not a mental patient, Jiang Yu who was hit by the blow kept a sullen face and said nothing, until the weakness of the body swept up and he regained his sanity.
He turned around and took a few steps and was tapped on the shoulder, and when he turned his head, he saw a magnified face, which was almost close to him.
It was the chief eunuch just now.
The middle-aged man first looked around cautiously, then leaned over and said mysteriously in a very soft voice, "Hey, do you know? I have eight suites."
After speaking, he smiled at Jiang Yu.
Jiang Yu was in a cold sweat.
Liu Yimin, 49 years old, had been ill for six years, and went bankrupt because he was cheated out of real estate speculators in partnership with his friends.
Seeing Jiang Yu ignoring him, Liu Yimin snorted unhappily, and said to himself while walking, "Eight suites, I have eight suites..."
Jiang Yu watched his next roommate leave, his eyes sank slightly, Liu Yimin had a suspicious chance, he had a terrible obsession with money.
"No. 115, why did you run out, go back and lie down!"
A petite young female nurse walked over quickly, and without saying a word, she stretched out her hand to hold Jiang Yu's arm. Jiang Yu broke free a few times in exchange for a stronger confinement, and he let the other party struggle to help him to the room.
"Cultivation is not in a hurry, you are still young, there are plenty of opportunities."
Seeing that Jiang Yu didn't speak, the female nurse said again, with a much lighter tone, "Uncle, don't be sad."
Jiang Yu was unable to complain, "I'm not sad."
The female nurse was taken aback for a moment, then she glanced at Jiang Yu, her eyes were full of sympathy, the uncle must have slammed his head hard.
Jiang Yu lay back on the bed again, and the female nurse told him to take a good rest before turning around and going out.
An Yi who came in took an apple and gnawed it with relish. He lay down on the innermost bed, his raised legs kept swinging.
Jiang Yu's inspecting eyes paused for a few seconds on An Yi and then moved away. He looked out the window lazily, it was already dark.
"Big black!"
There was a sound of surprise from the left, and Jiang Yu jumped up and looked at the man lying on his bed.
Zhang Shi held Jiang Yu's face with both hands, "Dahei, you've lost weight."
Jiang Yu was expressionless, his facial muscles were twitching under closer inspection.
"Don't be afraid, I'll buy you two big bones tomorrow." Zhang Shi touched and squeezed them up and down.
The calluses on the tiger's mouth of the hands caressing the face are obvious, they are a pair of hands holding guns all the year round, Jiang Yu was touched with cold grains all over his body, he asked 000 who is Dahei in his mind?
"Ding, that doesn't sound like a name."
Jiang Yu had a bad feeling, he asked another person in the room, "Who is Dahei?"
"Dog." An Yi yelled at Jiang Yu, "Wow!"
Jiang Yu raised his forehead, in less than half a day, his identities include emperor, pig, commander, head of the family, and dog. After a long time, he may not even know who he is.
"Enough touching." Jiang Yu violently pressed the hand that was still groping on his face, and swung it away vigorously.
The man who was in good condition a moment ago suddenly stared at Jiang Yu with his eyes fixed on him, making one's scalp tingle.
Zhang Shi is usually not angry, on the contrary he is very simple, like a big boy, but if someone provokes him, he will become manic, and when he gets sick, he is more ferocious than a mad dog.
The doctors and nurses in the hospital didn't dare to get close to him easily, they avoided him if they could, and coaxed him if they couldn't.
He had his normal days, too, but those were the scariest ones.
Noticing that the other party's breathing became heavier and heavier, and the expression on his face became terrifying, Jiang Yu's head hurt even more. He tried to divert the other party's attention, "Do you like reading?"
Zhang Shi was still staring at him, his tone hot, "I don't like it."
When the hostility in Zhang Shi's eyes was about to turn into anger, Jiang Yu quickly raised his hand to touch his face, and asked in a gentle tone that could make him sick, "Then what do you like?"
Zhang Shi was taken aback by his actions, and said blankly, "Dahei."
So it was cold.
The two stared at each other, the distance was very close, and the weird atmosphere was broken by An Yi who moved his head curiously.
An Yi rolled his eyes, "What are you looking at? I want to see too!"
"Go away!" Zhang Shi yelled at him, "I won't show you!"
So what exactly are you looking at? l Jiang Yu was sprayed with saliva by the two of them, he swears in a low voice, resisting the urge to throw them out.
Just when Jiang Yu was thinking about what to do, Liu Yimin came in, he patted Zhang Shi on the shoulder, and talked about his eighth apartment with a smile.
Jiang Yu heaved a sigh of relief, only now did he realize that his palms were covered with sweat. Even if he became a mental patient, that man would still exude a fearsome aura when he got angry.
After a while, the nurse came to supervise them and left after taking the medicine. When the iron gate was pulled, the whole corridor became quiet.
Jiang Yu slept in a daze at night, as if he heard someone talking beside Zhang Shi's bed, he wanted to open his eyelids to have a look, but fell asleep again under the effect of the medicine.
In the morning, Jiang Yu nestled in the quilt and couldn't think of it. Maybe it was the medicine, or maybe it was because he hadn't slept well for a long time. He felt someone pushing him. He frowned impatiently, and when he was about to sit up, he heard a panicked sound above his head. scream.
"It's bad, it's bad, the emperor is dead!"
The corners of Jiang Yu's mouth twitched a few times, and the sound of hurried footsteps came from the corridor outside. It sounded like a lot of people had come. An Yi's unique cry pierced the wall and pierced his eardrums. He opened his eyes and got up quickly. , if he doesn't get up again, maybe those people will really bury him.
Looking at Zhang Shi, who bowed his head and earnestly buttoned the hospital gown, Jiang Yu had a blurry scene flashing through his mind. Thinking of the voice he heard last night, he narrowed his eyes, maybe he wasn't dreaming.
They all took medicine, and the only ones who could get in smoothly should be the doctors and nurses on duty.
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