Spring wasted

There is a not-so-high mountain in the urban area of ​​Denghong City, Yunwu Mountain. There are many summer resorts for celebrities during the Republic of China. The winding mountain road is wide and clear, and it shuttles along the valley. A good place for daily leisure and fitness for citizens.

Ren'ai Road is one of the branch roads. At the end of the road is No. 19. It is nestled in a secluded valley, and there is a lake in the depths. It is really a place with good Fengshui.

At the end of the road, there was a towering carved wrought iron gate with a solemn and upright signboard - An Mi Sanatorium.

It is rumored that An Mi's boss has a lot of background, so he was able to get such a place in such a location. In fact, only a small number of real rich and idle people come here for leisure and vacation, and more are people who are not very convenient to show up in public, in the name of recuperation To get rid of all kinds of shady addictions - except for drug addiction, mostly alcohol addiction, and even sex | addiction.

Four years ago, Liang Chi was thrown here by the company like a mess of rags. He was an idol, and he made such a mess by himself. The company couldn't just throw him into an ordinary alcohol recovery center , An Mi will sign a confidentiality agreement with each patient. I heard that many artists, entertainers, sports stars and even politicians are regular visitors here, and ordinary people cannot enter.

That day, Liang Chi was sent to the gate by the company's car, and then walked in with his luggage alone. An Mi's receptionist knew Liang Chi, and when he saw the deity came to go through the admission procedures, he couldn't help but whistled, and dialed the phone number from the computer. Make an appointment record.

He only made an appointment for three months. The cost here is high, and the company directly allocates An Mi from his income. Three months will consume more than half a year of his hard work.

The front desk showed him around. When choosing a room, Liang Chi chose the one on the top fifth floor and the innermost one. Even at such an expensive price, he could only live in a double room. Fortunately, it was a suite, and he entered a small living room. , there is a room inside, with simple furniture and two single beds, and there is a balcony outside the room. Liang Chi walked out. It was a sunny winter afternoon, and the wind brought some warmth, and he could see a corner of the lake and mountains in the distance.

"Mr. Liang is lucky. There are not many people this season. You are the only one in this room for the time being." The front desk said.

There is no elevator, and it is inconvenient to go up and down the stairs. People who come here prefer to choose lower floors. Liang Chi nodded, staring blankly into the distance without looking back: "That's troublesome."

Here, the mobile phone is forced to hand in, and there is only one fixed time in a week to use it. If people lose their mobile phones, they will have a lot of boring time. An Mi arranges a lot of withdrawal courses and activities for everyone. Drawing on Monday Calligraphy handicrafts, mountaineering yoga meditation on Tuesday, psychiatrist mutual aid meeting on Wednesday, sports movie on Thursday, baking party on Friday, cleaning on Saturday, and free activities on Sunday.

Liang Chi looked at the large schedule posted on the wall of the room with a blank expression and no interest. If he could still be interested in doing this or that, who would come here?Who the hell is addicted to alcohol when they can throw themselves into inexplicable hand-painting yoga?

There is only one way to get rid of addiction - use another thing that is more addictive to get rid of this thing, instead of trying to get away with a bunch of seemingly inexplicable things, it's like - having a relationship with Takuya Kimura Finally, you asked me to use Wang Baoqiang to quit him?Sorry Baoqiang is good but I can't do it.

I will always think about Takuya Kimura, and every minute I spend with Baoqiang will only make me miss Kimura even more.

On the first day Liang Chi came here, he felt that this alcohol rehabilitation center had gone the wrong way. People who have not had an addiction will not know how to quit this kind of happiness. "Rightness" and "health" are the goals, but these in themselves will not Get people back on track.

One day, the nurse came to urge Liang Chi to go to the handicraft class. He lay on the bed and didn't even want to open the door. He let the other party knock on him persistently for 10 minutes, and finally stopped completely after he said "Get lost".

He didn't want to talk, because if he spoke, he would hear his ugly voice now.

Ever since his voice got bad, every time there is a performance, Weibo must follow the trending search for "ugly". In the past, his voice was clear and bright in treble, slightly smoky, and thick and three-dimensional in bass. It is a godsend voice. Every time The high-pitched part of the vocal is his highlight moment, the well-deserved first voice in the boy group idol.

It's all right now, it's hard to talk.

When the problem first appeared, the company was in turmoil, and he took him to see countless doctors, domestic and foreign, with different descriptions of the condition, but the conclusion was the same. There is no cure for physical damage, unless the medical system is advanced enough to reconstruct the vocal cords.

In a sense, Liang Chi became a disabled person, the mute of a singer.

The company still has no plans to give up. After all, Yan can still use it, and Wu can still dance. He changed his C position and changed it to a pure dancer.

The key point is that there are 9 dancers in this 6-member group, and the 6 people are bloody in order to grab the lead dancer. Whatever moves he does, sometimes after a performance, he can't find a single close-up shot of him, and he can't even shoot all the pen-hold shots.

His only fans, group fans, and brokerage companies choked you to death, and then uniformly vented their anger on the inaction masters, and all of them changed from beauty fans to career fans.

A lot of followers are lost every day, and the idol circle has [-] newcomers a day, some of which are fresh and worthy of being enough for fans to lust for [-] rounds. Liang Chi was double-sided by the company and fans, his temper escalated, and he began to complain on Weibo every day His career fans responded passionately.

This continued for a month, and the 2000 million fans lost only 200 million. The company asked him to stop work completely and reflect on himself.

It was from this time that I began to indulge in alcohol uncontrollably.

Some things are like a slash that must be passed, waiting for you on the only way of your life. The person you can't love, the one that you can't escape once you touch it is doomed.

All addictions are essentially escaping. If you hide in, you will never see the world falling apart. The process of falling is not only joyful, but also flying.

Liang Chi couldn't remember how he started to drink the first bottle of wine. He just felt that the alcohol at this time was different from any time before. It was full of relief and relief, and all the violence disappeared without a trace. The incident can no longer bother him, and soon the fans and him forget each other, the support club is disbanded, and the owner completely let himself go.

In a few months, he became a completely different person. He had been training hard day and night in Korea since he was 13 years old. The person with dreams and longing to spread his wings disappeared, and was replaced by a mentally dull, chaotic alcoholic.

During the first two months in An Mi, Liang Chi did not participate in any classes or activities. Except for the necessary meals, he was in a daze for the rest of the time. I have been to that lake, the lake reflects the bright moon at night, it is very bright, there is a water tower by the lake, he has climbed to it, there is a small locked iron gate on it, I don’t know what is inside, standing on the top of the tower is a little dizzy, The breeze is bright and the moon is bright, everything is silent, and there is a rare clarity in my heart.

In the last month, Cheng Che came and brought him the news that he could join the group. It was indeed good news. Liang Chi had gained a lot of weight because of his withdrawal reaction and regular life. He started a new life full of hope.

On the last night of my three-month life of asceticism and abstinence from alcohol, it began to rain lightly.

It was the time when the spring was cold, and the rain fell on the dense plants, like silkworms biting into my ears. The double room, which had been half empty for three months, had an uninvited guest on this night.

Liang Chi stood on the balcony, the dim street lights downstairs illuminated the dense spring rain, the sound of the ambulance came from far to near, and then from near to far, the big iron gate clanged open and closed, followed by a white A stretcher was carried into the building.

In the past two months, Liang Chi has become accustomed to the strangeness. Alcoholics who are almost drunk are often sent here directly. Sometimes they are family members and sometimes the police station. These people are sent in forcibly, vowing to make a whole Clean it up and let it out.

People who are sent in like this often become angry after waking up. They will do anything to get out and roll around. The topmost and innermost one is really wise.

However, the door of his room was knocked open that night, and the person who had just been sent in was carried in and thrown directly on the empty bed. Liang Chi frowned, and the nurse said, "Mr. We have to leave, this patient is a frequent visitor of ours, he will only come back to this room, please understand, we have already given him an injection, and it will not hinder you."

The nurses withdrew, Liang Chi looked at the patient, who was already lying on the bed breathing evenly, his skin was very fair, and his face was covered with a layer of pink that is typical of drunk people, but the outline was hard, and the profile looked like Sculpture, not one inch more, one cent not less, Liang Chi has been said to be good-looking all his life, but when he saw the profile of this new patient, he felt that he had lost.