Today is really unlucky, first I was robbed, and then I met a neuropathy, and the neuropathy finally jumped off the building.

Fang Jing came out of the hospital, took out a cigarette, lit it, took two puffs hard, and spit out all the depression in his chest before he wrung out the cigarette and threw it into the garbage can on the side of the road.

Then I hailed a taxi and went straight home.

"Someone you know is hospitalized?" The driver's eldest brother asked enthusiastically.

"Hmm." Fang Jing couldn't raise his interest in chatting, and responded absentmindedly, still thinking about which mental hospital that strange thing he ran out of.

"Hey, these days, you can have anything, but don't get sick. Once this person is sick, no matter how much money he makes, it won't be yours, and he will only work in the hospital for the rest of his life. Last month, my wife's colleague, a very good young man, got some kind ......of disease, ouch, I was heartbroken with the money, and I threw tens of thousands of dollars a day into the hospital, and there is no improvement until now."

Fang Jing was a little exhausted by neuropathy, he was so tired that he was so tired, the eldest brother of the partial driver was a talker, and he still didn't know how to look at people's faces, Fang Jing ignored him, he could also talk vigorously on the side by himself, so noisy that Fang Jing's forehead jumped suddenly, and he couldn't wait to take a rag and stuff it in his mouth.

When waiting for the red light, Fang Jing swept out of the window boredly, and was suddenly stunned.

Wait a minute!

Wasn't the guy in a patient gown who walked past the car window the one who was the one who was crazy?

Neuropathy seems to want to cross the street, but the cars come and go, and they can't even look at the traffic lights, and they almost hit people several times.

The red light changed to a green light, the driver started the car, and Fang Jing saw in the rearview mirror that the neurotic was still standing in the middle of the road, and the vehicle was whizzing past him, with an expression like a great enemy.

Fang Jing scolded in his heart and said to the driver: "Stop!" ”

After getting out of the car, Fang Jing ran over quickly, pulled the neuropathy back to the side of the road, and scolded him: "Don't you have long eyes?" Dare to rush to the road at a red light? Do you want to kill yourself so much when you get tired of life? It's good to be killed, pay hundreds of thousands, and it's worth it for your parents to give birth to you, you haven't thought about it, what if you don't die and be disabled? If you can't take care of yourself when you eat, drink, or Lazar, who do you expect to take care of you? ”

Neuropathy looked at him fixedly: "I don't have parents, and I don't want to kill myself. ”

"If you don't want to kill yourself, can you drill under someone's wheel?"

Neuropathy said, "I can avoid it." ”

"Where's your home?" Fang Jing didn't want to talk to him, he was so angry that his brain hurt, he just wanted to send the Buddha to the West, send him home, and send him to his family.

Neuropathy was silent for a long time, and only after half a day did he answer: "I don't have a home." ”

"And what's your last name?" Fang Jing thought that he had a buddy who seemed to be from the police station, and with his name, he might be able to find out which place he ran out of.

"I am the seventh generation of the master's Cen surnamed Secret Guard, ranking ninth."

Fang Jing: "......"

Fang Jing was also silent, and after a while, he raised his hand and patted the man's chest: "Brother, it's time to take medicine." ”

After saying that, he turned around and left.

After walking two steps, I saw that the man was still standing in place, looking at the direction he left, with a blank face, as if he had nowhere to settle down because the world was so big.

Fang Jing only felt that there was an invisible giant hand dragging him behind him, and his steps towards him were getting heavier and heavier, and he felt that he was also crazy.

Isn't he just a stranger? Isn't it just that when he was robbed of his wallet, he was brave enough to do it once? It's as if you owe him!

Thinking like this in his heart, Fang Jing finally turned around resignedly, walked to the man's side, and said to him, "You follow me home first." ”

Fang Jing's place of residence is not big, there is only one bedroom and one living room, although it is an old house, but the landlord redecorated it a few years ago, Fang Jing is the first tenant, it looks very clean, and it is enough for one person to live.

"Sit." Fang Jing pointed to the single sofa and said to Cen Jiu.

Cen Jiu sat down in silence.

Fang Jing went to the kitchen to boil water, and then sat opposite Cen Jiu.

"Explain, what is the seventh generation of the secret guard surnamed Cen ? Who is your master? Fang Jing was serious and stern.

"The master is the master of the Vermilion Bird Hall of the Great Qi Dynasty, I am his seventh-generation secret guard, according to the customary surname Cen, I am the ninth."

And so on -

He knew that there were two Qi dynasties in Chinese history, but what the hell was the Vermilion Bird Hall?

Fang Jing said that he knew every word that Brother Dark Wei said, but what if he couldn't understand it at all?

But Brother Dark Guard's expression was very strict, and he had an extremely serious expression, indicating that either he really believed that he was the person of the Great Qi Dynasty, or he was a complete paranoid patient, and he was still very strict.

Between these two options, Fang Jing undoubtedly chose the latter.

However, Fang Jing felt that it was necessary to try to save others before they stamped the mentally ill person.

"Great Qi Dynasty? What is the emperor's last name? Fang Jing asked.

"Xiao."

"What the hell is Suzakudo?"

"The Emperor's Secret Guard."

"Oh." Fang Jing dragged out his tone, and suddenly changed his words, "Do you know what era it is?" ”

Brother Dark Guard looked dazed.

Fang Jing sneered and held back the scolding that was about to be scolded.

He took out a cigarette from his pocket with shaking hands, took a deep breath, and did not speak until his lungs were filled with the choking smell of tobacco, and then he said: "I sue you, this is the People's Republic of China, and it is now the year 20xx AD, and it is not your Great Qi Dynasty at all!" ”

He patted Brother Dark Guard's shoulder and said meaningfully, "Brother, the medicine really can't be stopped." ”

I don't have to say, this is a desperate situation in which psychiatric hospital patient forgot to take medicine and ran out, call to ask for clarification, and then send the person back. People and their families may not be anxious now, so they should do good deeds.

Fang Jing thought about it, and glanced at Brother Dark Guard again, feeling a pity in his heart.

How handsome his face looks, but unfortunately his brain is not clear.

The kitchen water sounded, and Fang Jing got up to add water.

After adding water, the phone rang again.

Fang Jing picked up the phone and saw that it was Fang's mother calling, and picked it up: "Mom, is there something?" ”

"Can't I call you if it's okay?" Fang's mother's voice sounded a little tired, "Are you okay outside alone?" There's no one around to take care of you. ”

"I'm too old to take care of myself." Fang Jing was a little amused and asked, "What about my dad?" ”

"It's still the same, the weather is too hot, it's uncomfortable to lie down all day, when I wiped his back yesterday, I found that he had bedsores on his back, and his bones hurt all the time, let him go to the hospital to see, he refused to live or die, like a bull." Fang's mother began to sue her son.

Fang Jing's father was fishing in his early years, but later the fishing boat had an accident and a boatload of people died, although he escaped with one life, he was seriously injured, both legs were amputated, and his spine was also severely damaged, and he could only lie in bed all day long.

There is also a younger brother in the family who has just entered junior high school, Fang's father can't work, and Fang's mother can only rely on Fang's mother to do all the big and small things in the family.

Fang Jing studied cultural relics identification, after graduation, because of the relationship between the tutor, he stayed in the city to work in the museum, usually the work is quite idle, of course, the salary is not high, it belongs to the type of food and hunger, in addition to his own food, clothing and rent, the rest are subsidized at home.

Recently, the museum has been renovated, and Fang Jing has become even more idle.

"I've been fine lately, go back and see you and Dad, and persuade him by the way."

Hearing that her son was coming back, Fang's mother was very happy: "Hey, what about your work?" Can I take a leave of absence? ”

"It's okay, the museum is renovated, it's closed." Fang Jing felt that he could be idle for at least more than a month this time, and it was not interesting to stay in the city, it was nothing more than eating and drinking with colleagues and friends, spending money and suffering from his body, so it was better to go home.

"Okay, when you get home, give me a call so I can cook for you."

Fang Jing responded, said a few more words, hung up the phone and returned to the living room, only to find that Brother Dark Guard was gone.

When did you leave? He didn't even hear the door close.

Fang Jing was a little inexplicable, and ran to the balcony to take a look, and the balcony door was indeed open.

Let's go!

Fang Jing was worried about Fang's father's health, so he quickly put Brother Dark Guard behind, went into the bathroom to take a shower, and asked the leaders of the hall for leave, so he climbed into the bed and slept.

The next day, Fang Jing got up early in the morning and took a car home.

Fang Jing's hometown is a small fishing village called Dongzhuang, which is surrounded by the sea on three sides, and it is a four-hour bus ride home from the city where he works, and then a transfer bus from the city to the town. The road from the city to the town was very uneven, and the dilapidated minibus seemed to be upside down in the sky for a while, and it seemed to fall to the bottom of the sea for a while, and it took nearly an hour to finally return to the town.

There are more than six miles of road from the town to the fishing village, and there is no traffic that can only be relied on, and the traffic is very inconvenient.

Fang Jing got up early in the morning, and when he arrived in the town, it was already afternoon.

I don't know if it's an illusion, on the way back to the fishing village, I always feel that someone has been following him, and when he looks back, he only sees the dusty country road, and there is not even a ghost.

Is paranoia contagious?

Fang Jing rubbed his forehead, feeling that he was really getting more and more nervous.

The fishing village is far away, and all the way there are abandoned old houses, because the owner is not there all the year round, the yard is overgrown with weeds, and the doors and windows are broken. Only a few houses have smoke rising from their rooftops, and fishing nets are hanging from the yards.

As inshore fisheries are depleted, local fishermen are the first to be hit.

There is no harvest for fishing in the shallow sea, and it is too dangerous to go to the deep sea, and the fishing villages are getting poorer and poorer, and many young people do not want to stay in the village to suffer poverty, so they all go out to wander, and some have set up a home in the city, and take the whole family out, and the houses in the countryside have no one to live in, and many are deserted.

On the way back to Dongzhuang, you have to pass by a cemetery.

Seeing this cemetery, Fang Jing's heart was panicked.

Because more than half of the people buried in this cemetery were people who followed his father to the ocean to fish, and the living people went out, and when they came back, they were not human, and some of them did not even find their bodies.

Fang Jing entered the village in silence, bypassed most of the village, and finally stopped in front of an ordinary small farmhouse courtyard.

There are two fishing nets hanging in the yard, and near the root of the wall, there is a grape trellis, under which Fang's mother is sitting and choosing vegetables.

Fang's mother is in her early fifties this year, she is a typical fisherwoman, she is cheerful and capable, because she has been fishing in the rain all the year round, her face is black and thin by the sea breeze, and she looks at least ten years older than her actual age.

Fang Jing felt that his mother seemed to be much older than the last time he saw him.

Knowing the reason why she had aged so quickly in the past few years, Fang Jing felt extremely uncomfortable.

Seeing him come in, Fang's mother laughed, revealing deep wrinkles at the corners of her eyes: "Hey, Jingjing is back?" Is it hot on the road? You go back to the house and rest for a while, and I'll go cook right away. ”

He shouted into the house again: "Old Fang, my son is back." ”

Fang Jing suppressed his feelings and said with a smile, "I'll go wash my face and come back to light a fire for you." ”

Fang Jing's family still uses the old-fashioned earthen stove, burning firewood, it is okay in winter, cooking in summer, burning the fire is a particularly tiring job, after a meal, you can sweat several times.

Fang's mother felt sorry for her son, pushed him, and said, "Just two dishes, I'll make them at once, it's hot, you go and rest." ”

"Then I'll go see my dad."

Fang Jing poured water in the yard and washed his face, then went in and took a look at Father Fang lying in the house.

It was also very hot in the house, there was no air conditioning, only a ceiling fan on the top was spinning, and the wind was hot. Father Fang was lying on the bed, his eyes closed, not knowing whether he was sleeping or thinking about something.

"Dad, how are you feeling today?"

"It's still the same." Father Fang smiled and said to Mother Fang, who was following the door, "Help me up." ”

Fang's mother and Fang Jing helped Fang's father up, Fang Jing saw a dark yellow trace on the sheets, on a hot day, there was not even an air conditioner in the house, Fang's father was wearing a dark sweatshirt, and his back was already drenched with sweat.

Fang's mother took a pillow and put it behind Fang's father and leaned against him.

Fang Jing wanted to pick up Fang's father's undershirt to see the bedsore on his back, but Fang's father grabbed the hem of his undershirt and stopped him.

"I'm fine, that's it when it's hot, just wait for it to be cold."

Although Father Fang's movements were fast enough, Fang Jing still saw that Father Fang's back was red and swollen, and some places were already festering.

Fang Jing's eyes turned red in an instant.

"Dad, you can't do this, go to the hospital and have a look, don't be afraid to spend money."

Father Fang glared at him and said, "I have a number of my bodies, I don't need to go to the hospital, just wait for the weather to cool down." ”

"Dad—"

"Yelling what? As soon as I came back, it gave me a headache. Father Fang frowned, "Don't run home if you're fine, work hard, it's only been two years of work, it's time to work hard, don't delay because of family affairs." Don't listen to you, I'm fine. ”

Fang Jing wanted to persuade him again, but Fang's father suddenly became angry, and drove him and Fang's mother out with a straight face.

Fang's mother smiled reluctantly and said, "Your dad has this stinky temper, he feels sorry for you It's not easy for you to make two dollars outside, and he is hard-mouthed and soft-hearted." Forget it, don't talk about it, let's go eat. ”

Where does Fang Jing still have the heart to eat, no matter how fragrant the meal is, it tastes like chewing wax in his mouth.

Fang's father was in a good mood, saying that he wanted to go out for a walk, and asked Fang Jing to push out the wheelchair that had been piled up in the miscellaneous room and had not been used.

The miscellaneous room was full of things, and the windows couldn't be opened, and Fang Jing saw that the wheelchair was placed on two shelves and beds in the dim light of the room.

This small farm yard is the old house of the Fang family, and the miscellaneous house was originally a guest room, which was used by the helpers to rest when Fang's father was fishing a few years ago. Later, there was an accident at home, and the guest room was vacated and used to store sundries.

Fang Jing stepped on the shelf bed and reached for the wheelchair.

Suddenly, there was a tingling pain in the palm of his hand, and he didn't know what it was scratched by, Fang Jing retracted his hand, and a black bead fell down, rolled twice on the floor, and stopped at his feet.

Fang Jing wiped the wound on his palm, it was just a shallow scratch, not too strict, and he didn't take it to heart.

He bent down and picked up the bead, it was a very ordinary bead, black and not pretty.

It was probably a marble played by his younger brother, and then it was put away by Fang's mother.

When Fang Jing was about to put the beads in his pocket, something strange happened, the beads stained with his blood slowly began to become transparent, emitting a milky white light, and then turned into a white light and burrowed into his injured palm.

Fang Jing: "?!! ”