I avoided Yuan Sihai and Cao Tian, and talked to the mentally ill on the phone for a few words. After the next few conversations, I can already confirm that 90 percent of the mentally ill person's sanity has returned to normal.

This surprised me, the patient had been crazy for so long, and suddenly he was fine, I wondered, was Zhao Sanyuan trying to cure him?

"Let's meet." The mentally ill person said to me in that calm tone, "I have something I want to tell you." ”

"Where do you meet?" I casually replied that I had always wanted to communicate with the mentally ill to see if I could dig up his secrets.

However, as soon as this sentence came out, I suddenly thought that it might not be appropriate. The appearance of a mentally ill person so suddenly, could it be a trap set by Zhao Sanyuan?

"There's a little shop that sells late-night snacks called Deli Snacks, you know this place."

"Yes." I was discerning, considering, thinking about whether this was a trap or not. Although it came suddenly, I feel that Zhao Sanyuan may not be able to control the mentally ill.

"Let's meet there, but it's still early, you can rest and rest, and come to me directly in the early hours of the morning."

The mentally ill man didn't say anything more and hung up the phone. I held my phone and couldn't help but be stunned.

"Mr. Lian, what's the matter?" Yuan Sihai looked at me and began to be stunned when he answered the phone, thinking that there was something: "The guys are here, there is something for them to do." ”

"It's nothing, I'm a little tired these days, go back and rest first."

On the way back, Yuan Sihai said something about business. Actually, I'm a small businessman, but I'm not interested in these things at all now, and all I think about is the mentally ill person. Yuan Sihai didn't know what I was thinking, what he said was very uplifting, and Cao Tian was also elated next to him. The Mediterranean Sea is really interesting, and when I left, I promised that I would take care of the company's business when I returned.

I listened to them and didn't feel anything. In the past, I was a very money lover, and I knew that money could buy a lot of things. However, after two years of running and grinding, I realized that money is not everything, at least in this big event I encountered, it can't help much.

I went back to the office and stayed alone in the duty room, lingering until the evening. Yuan Sihai and Cao Tian took turns on duty, and today it was Cao Tian's turn to be in the company, he took some wine and food, and asked me to eat with the two company people. A few big men drank and ate together, and they ate for hours. I knew something was going on in the evening, so I kept my dose under control and took a few sips, and at twelve o'clock in the morning, I went out and took a taxi and went straight to the Deli snack bar in the old town.

When I was still at least four or five hundred meters from my destination, I got out of the car, put on my mask, and walked around the snack bar. Everything looks normal, no suspicious people. I had to go around for at least half an hour before I called the patient.

"You're late." The patient's surroundings are relatively quiet, and they should be sitting in a small private room in a snack bar.

"I drank some alcohol at night, I couldn't drive, and I took a taxi to come over, which delayed a little time."

"If I were you, I would observe the situation before I came, after all, this kind of thing makes people feel unsure."

I laughed dryly, slightly embarrassed, for this patient was now not only thinking clearly, but also thinking through my mind so thoroughly.

"I'm in private room three, come on, let's have a drink together."

I know that my meetings with mentally ill people are different from meeting other people, and if someone sees two identical people sitting together for dinner, they will probably think that they have a delusion. I wore a mask, like a thief, and slipped into the small shop against the wall, and went straight to the No. 3 private room.

The moment I walked through the door, I saw the patient. After not seeing him for so long, his appearance has not changed. However, I always feel that he is not the same as before, and the difference is not in appearance, but in mental outlook.

At this moment, he is no different from a normal person, sitting quietly at the table. I can't tell why he has such a reborn change, the two have not seen each other for a long time, and it is impossible for the other party to know what they have encountered each other.

I closed the door of the private room with my backhand, but I was still weak. I didn't want to cause any trouble in this place, so I also wore a mask and sat across from the patient.

There are a few dishes on the table, all of which I usually order when I come here. I came here to talk about something, and I didn't plan to drink, so I buttoned up the glass in front of me.

The patient didn't ask, he didn't force it, he poured himself a glass, tilted his head slightly and drank it. It's very similar to my drinking style, and I like to take big sips.

I watched him drink and eat slowly, without saying a word of business, and sat a little impatient after sitting for a while. Taking advantage of the gap between him putting down his wine glass and picking up his chopsticks, I quickly asked, "Are you okay now?" Who healed you? Zhao Sanyuan? ”

"What do you think?" The patient's hand holding chopsticks paused, then looked at me: "You think I look like a sick person?" ”

"What do you mean?"

"That's what it means." The patient smiled slightly slyly.

"Are you?" I was taken aback, and suddenly realized that the patient was not sick at all, from beginning to end, he was awake, he looked crazy, not very normal, but pretended: "You have not been sick, have you?" Why pretend to be crazy when you're not sick? ”

"If I don't pretend to be crazy, I don't know if I'll be able to survive until now." The patient put down his chopsticks and picked up the wine glass, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be filled with a smile, but it looked like a wry smile: "There are some things that you may not understand." ”

"I have a lot to say and want to share with you. Can we talk? ”

"What do you think about, I know." The patient drank and said, "Let's not mention this yet, I'll tell you a story, my story." ”

"Listen up." I took off half of my mask and lit a cigarette. At this moment, my mood is a little strange and a little complicated. If the patient is not conscious and is a madman, then I probably don't think much about it. However, he is a normal person now, looking at him as if he is looking in a mirror.

He must also know that my appearance is no different from him, but he is very calm, whether he pretended to be crazy and stupid in the past, or is indifferent now, he never seems to show the slightest strangeness and surprise, he is not curious at all, why there are people with such a high degree of similarity in this world.

I was smoking, and the patient also took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, which was a soft-packaged Yellow Crane Tower, a brand that I had not changed for thousands of years. He pulled out a cigarette, lit it, smoked half of it, and began to speak slowly.

He is talking about some of his experiences that he has had since he was a child and has continued to grow up. In such a short period of time, it is impossible to tell all the things of half his life, and he talks about some things that have left a deep impression on him. For example, when he was a child, he skipped school for the first time, fought with others for the first time, and secretly smoked for the first time.

However, these things seem to me to be like a thunderbolt overhead. Because, many of the things that the patient told were things that I had experienced, and even if I couldn't remember some things clearly, I could vaguely recall some of the details as soon as he said them.

He spoke for more than half an hour, and when he spoke, he was always smiling, as if he was reminiscing about the beautiful or painful memories that had passed in time. My mind was buzzing, and listening to him was like listening to a person telling my story.

"Where did you learn about these things?" I think about it, but I still don't quite understand what this is all about, and if someone can even figure out these trivial things that happened a long time ago, you can imagine how well he knows me.

"It's my experience, I didn't know it from anywhere, what I went through myself, I definitely remember."

I took a breath and didn't speak again. What does it mean that the two of us have the same face, the same name, and even the same life experience?

"Do you know one thing?" For the sake of a more in-depth conversation, I directly led the topic to the big event that is going on right now: "It started with a box, a longevity box, and a monkey." ”

"I know." The patient nodded, and he took out another cigarette, which seemed to be very addictive: "If it weren't for this incident, I wouldn't have what I'm going to do now, and I wouldn't be living the life I have now." This incident messed up everything about me, you know or not, I'm so tired, I feel like sometimes it's really better to die and worry. ”

He smoked a cigarette and said all the deepest words in his heart as if he were confiding his heart to an old friend he had known for a long time. I know it might be a catharsis, a complaint, but I have no doubt that what he says is actually true.

Because at this moment, I suddenly remembered 5.

5And when he saw me, he threw himself down from the ravine of the North Mountain. No one forced him, he was the one who wanted to jump. A person will choose to take this step unless he really doesn't want to live anymore.

"I don't want to take care of this anymore, I can't do it, I can't manage it." The patient smoked a cigarette and said, "I just want to go home." ”

"Home? Where is your home? ”

"My home is wherever I came from, but I can't find my way home. I've been looking for this path for a long time, but nothing has come of it. ”

These words seem to be said casually, but there is actually a deep meaning hidden in the words.

I couldn't help but frown because I suddenly felt as if I knew where the patient was coming from.