salt by salt

I packed a suitcase of my belongings, and Song Cheng just opened the door, and I was about to go out, looking at each other in blank dismay.

He glanced at the box, his face turned pale for a moment: "Junyan, where are you going?"

I knew that I would not get permission to say such things, so I chose to pack my luggage at night when there was a dinner in Songcheng, and planned to move back to my original residence cleanly.He didn't expect him to get the news so quickly, and he pulled back directly.

I said: "Go home for a few days, Andre needs someone to take care of him."

"Didn't you find a doctor for him a few days ago?" Song Cheng stepped forward and pressed the handle of the suitcase firmly, "Junyan, there is a professional medical team to help him check up, and the daily chores can also be left to the nurses. No, I'm still taking medicine, how can I take care of him?"

I frowned: "Andre's mental state is unstable, and he rejects the hospital environment. What's the difference between staying in another hospital and continuing to leave him in a nursing home? And the doctor said that being in a familiar environment may help Recovery, I am going to take him home and stay with him for a while."

Song Cheng looked at me: "It's almost Chinese New Year, you promised us to spend it together."

"Didn't I go back to Xu's house during the day on New Year's Eve, and accompany you to your uncle's place at night, didn't I make an arrangement?"

"You know that's not what I mean." He shook his head. "What use do I need this kind of routine company?"

Andre is no longer a threat to Song Cheng now. Even if Andre and I stay together all day, it is only out of my brother's sense of responsibility and caring for patients, and there is no other thought.

Seeing Song Cheng's hurt expression, I sighed: "Andre is a patient, so I have to ask for your understanding in this situation."

He lowered his smile, remained silent for a few seconds, and looked down at me with a gloomy expression: "What if I can't understand?"

I raised my eyes and looked at him, those deep and bright eyes could hardly make me feel warm anymore.

I asked: "What do you want?"

"Send Andre away, go abroad, or somewhere else. I guarantee that there is no possibility of your mother or family members interfering. He will be taken care of by someone. If you are worried, I can accompany you to visit him regularly. Toshihiko, many people who have brain damage caused by drug overdose will never recover, you have to accept this fact, Andre has become like that, and will always be like that.”

Song Cheng said in a low voice: "Aside from the previous unhappiness, even if Andre's identity is purely your younger brother, I don't want you to take care of this kind of patient. He is now an underdeveloped child with no memory, and even life. It is difficult to take care of yourself. It is the most appropriate choice to leave it to professionals in special cases. If there is improvement, then consider whether to take care of yourself, okay?"

Seeing that I didn't answer, he pursed his lips: "Junyan, even if you are willing now, you will get tired of it sooner or later when you don't get rewarded no matter how hard you put in. At that time, you will only be more sad, so why don't you ..."

"Andre is my biological brother, and he was turned into this by his mother. I am one of the main reasons, and I think you understand. No matter from which angle I have to be responsible to him, I hope you can respect my decision. "

To control, to possess, to be superior.The traits in everyone's bones have not changed in the slightest, and only I have changed.

I refuse to compromise.

"What's more, the doctor said that his condition is not that bad yet, but you suggest that I abandon him and use money to buy peace of mind. Song Cheng, would you treat your relatives like this?"

He stared at me steadfastly, and after a long while smiled bleakly: "Junyan, that's the end of the story, don't force me to threaten you, okay?"

"I can't understand." I closed my eyes, feeling slightly absurd, "You wouldn't treat your own family like this, but you want me to give up my brother? Don't you think it's unreasonable? It's not reasonable for me to take care of Andre." What's up with you?"

There was a hint of pleading in Song Cheng's eyes: "Because he is a patient, once I agree to let you take care of him, it means that he will take up a lot of your energy in the future. I didn't get much care from you, and I couldn't stand being treated by him." Take half—or more."

Bitterness mixed in his gentle expression: "I don't want you to spend more time with others than me. I'll take care of Andre's matter for you, Jun Yan, isn't it just the two of us?"

Repeated mistakes and doomed unequal relationships are the indelible contradictions between us.

I asked, "Do you know it's cruel to me to do this?"

"I'm sorry, but I can't give in." Song Cheng reached out to touch my face, his movements were gentle, but his tone was firm, "I'd rather be a villain for a while than suffer repeatedly later."

The trolley of the suitcase was still held in his hand, so it was better to throw away the things that could not be taken away.

I let go, gathered my coat and walked to the door: "Okay, take Mingde back. Anyway, I am just a decoration as the president, and it doesn't matter who I change it to. Song Cheng, my attitude is here. If An Andre will be crazy for the rest of his life, and I will be with him for the rest of his life."

The disabled leg prevented me from walking too fast and gave me a bit of buffer and time to cool off.

I should have walked away, but before going out, my eyes slipped past the safety charm hanging on the door.Because of that glance, my footsteps stopped unconsciously.

This was specially sent by a partner of Songcheng after he found out that he was seeking medical advice for me. He said that the master had consecrated it himself, and hanging it at the entrance and exit would protect the health of the family.

I never believed in these, and after reading it, I just felt helpless and funny, and put this matter behind me.I don't know when Song Cheng hung it here, but the color of the safety talisman is so bright and tacky that it doesn't match all the decorations.

Obviously he is a staunch atheist.

Looking back at Songcheng, the distance between us is not too far, but when our eyes meet, we seem to be standing on two distant banks.

I said softly, "Even if you don't trust me, you should have some confidence in yourself."

Before picking Andre back, I asked someone to wrap up all the places in the house that might be bumped into, and remove all the complicated decorations to avoid any possibility of danger.

After such a toss, the interior of the house, which I originally designed and decorated, became empty and pale.

The surname of the nurse invited was Wang, and I entrusted Yin Wenjun to select it specially.The background is clean, careful and cautious, and he has taken care of patients with mental disorders before and has experience in emergency situations.

In order to take care of Andre conveniently, I arranged Xiao Wang to sleep on the camp bed next to Andre's bed, so that I could get up at any time to check the situation at night.

In addition to the medical team with the participation of Wu Mian's old classmate, I thought I was ready, but I didn't expect that when Andre really came, there would be countless unexpected situations waiting for me.

I thought returning to a familiar place would help, but Andre was extremely tense. He stood for a long time, unwilling to sit down or rest. Only tranquilizers could force him into a coma.

The doctor told me that it takes time for patients to adapt even to a place where they live for a long time.

Fortunately, this period of time was very short, and Andre gradually relaxed after three days.Even so, I was tossed enough to really realize how tricky the difficulties I was about to face were.

Yin Wenjun came to see Andre once, and he didn't smile indecently like before, but patted me on the shoulder.The two of us went to the balcony to talk, Yin Wenjun lit a cigarette, and I closed the balcony door with my backhand for fear of choking Andre.

"I have a younger brother who was born with autism. I think it's similar to Andre now." His father has many illegitimate children, and I haven't yet been able to tell them apart. Yin Wenjun squinted his eyes in the gray smoke, "Now 12 I'm old, I heard that I just learned to write my own name last month."

I looked at Andre who was sitting at the dining table in a daze. He was sitting upright, his eyes were straight to the corner, and his slender back was like a fragile sail.

I asked softly, "What do you think Andre is thinking?"

"Do you want me to tell the truth?" Yin Wenjun exhaled a puff of smoke, Qingjun's face was expressionless, "I'm afraid he can't think of anything."

I'm afraid my expression is too sad, Yin Wenjun paused, and comforted: "It's okay... at least he doesn't make noise, so it saves a lot of trouble. You don't know that my younger brother goes crazy from time to time, kicks and bites when he sees someone, Radu couldn't hold back, and changed seven or eight nannies a year."

"I wish he would beat people." I murmured, "I used to be so thoughtful, how can I be so obedient when I'm sick?"

Yin Wenjun said: "One day it will be fine."

When is someday?No one knows.

With the daily fear and chaos, the two weeks of living together passed quickly.I gradually realized that Andre was more like a young and quiet child now than a patient.

He is silent, often spending the morning staring at an object, and only indicates when he needs to go to the bathroom.He will make a slight hum or stand up suddenly, but this kind of expression needs to be identified by the nurse in time, and then take him to the bathroom.

But this "child" has no learning ability, and everything he does is instinctive.

The new year is approaching, and it is time to drink Laba porridge in a blink of an eye.I wanted to cook the porridge myself, but before I went out to buy the ingredients, Song Cheng had already sent someone to deliver them.

The hot porridge is sweet and sticky, and the red dates and longan have been removed, so that people will not accidentally choke.After just one sip, I knew it was made by Song Cheng himself, which was a kind of concession.

I covered my eyes with the back of my hand, wondering if my eye circles were sore because of the steam from the porridge.

To my complete surprise, today I found out that when I put the spoon in Andre's hand, he can eat by himself.Although that pretty fair face was made all porridge by his own clumsiness, it was a huge improvement after all—you know, half a month ago he still needed to be fed by mouthfuls!

"Go and call the doctor." I lowered my voice and told Xiao Wang, fearing that the voice would scare Andre, "Tell him about this."

Andre sat next to me, completely blind to external objects.He raised the spoon seriously, poked it on his cheek, and slid it into his mouth along his face.

He was much thinner than before, his already deep eye sockets were deeply sunken, his blond hair had lost its luster, and his skin was almost horribly pale.Xiao Wang occasionally mentioned that in the middle of the night, seeing Andre sitting up without sleeping, with his back to the light, almost frightened him.

I smiled, and gently wiped the porridge off the corner of his mouth with my hand, ignoring the wet tears on my face.

In my eyes, Andre looks so well-behaved, so beautiful.

is my angel.