After he got out of the hospital, the poet kept crying and mourning, and no matter how much I tried to persuade the madman, he always had a look of despair. [Full text reading. 】

Actually, I quite understand him, when he encounters such a thing, his brain must be messed up, and no one can listen to him.

And his family doesn't have any money. If you have such a disease, even if you can cure it, it will cost a lot of money. Based on the situation at home, it is estimated that he will not be able to borrow it if he wants to.

Really, just thinking about it, I feel sorry for him.

So I gritted my teeth and said, "You two sit down for a while, I'll have something to do, and I'll be back soon." ”

The psalmist said, "If you want to have something, go first." ”

I said, "It's not a big deal, wait for me in a moment." ”

The poet nodded, and sat down on a bench on the side of the street with the madman.

I trotted to find a nearby bank, took out 2,000 yuan from the ATM, then thought about it again, gritted my teeth, and took out 3,000 again.

A total of 5,000 yuan is the biggest I can do.

If it weren't for the fact that my dad suddenly had a lot of money, I really wanted to pay all the money for his medical treatment and let him pay it back slowly in the future, after all, human life is bigger than the sky, and my relationship with him is also there, which is really good.

I walked back to the street quickly, stuffed 5,000 yuan into the poet's pocket, and said, "My buddy has found a good job, and I haven't had time to give you red envelopes, so you can collect the money first, and if it's not enough, feel free to squeak with me." ”

The poet's tears crackled again, and he took out the money and stuffed it back into my hand, saying, "I understand your intentions, but you gave this money too early." In case one day, I really die, you give this money to my parents, as a buddy, I thank you. ”

Seeing his attitude, he obviously gave up on the plan for treatment, which made me feel worried for a while.

I still wanted to give him the 5,000 yuan, but after persuading him for a long time, he didn't want to live or die. Damn, do you really want to use the 5,000 yuan as a funeral gift?

I had no choice but to put the money away, saying in my heart that if he really died, I would give it to his parents as he wished.

Phew! He's young now, what a death! Western medicine looks down on it, so it's always okay to eat some home remedies, right? Maybe it'll be cured!

The three of us stopped the car and went back to the dormitory at the school.

As soon as the poet entered, he looked back and forth on the madman's three monitors.

Don't look at the madman only has three monitors, but in fact, there are seven chassis connected. In addition to the chassis he used for programming, only one monitor was connected, and the other two monitors were connected to three chassis each.

The madman immediately walked over, opened the program he had written, and called up the poet's record.

The poet sat down in front of the monitor and watched.

When he watched, neither I nor the madman spoke, and the dorm room was suffocatingly quiet.

I didn't expect this state to continue, from two o'clock in the afternoon to three o'clock, three to four o'clock, and then to five o'clock......

The poet didn't say a word, sometimes flipping through the records, sometimes staring at the monitor in a daze.

I guess he must be very chaotic now, so he is a little worried about Zhao Junshuang's return. After being beeped by that brain-dead person all night, it would be strange if his mentality didn't collapse......

So I hurriedly came to the corridor, called Yang Buwei, and said, "There is a security guard named Zhao Junshuang in Dijing Mansion, you can arrange for him to work overtime, let him stay in the community for the past few days, and don't let him go back to the dormitory." ”

Yang Buwei asked me, "Mr. Wang, what's wrong?" ”

I said, "Don't ask!" Hurry up and do it! Don't delay! ”

He said, "Good, good! Mr. Wang rest assured! Even if I tie him up, I won't let him leave the community for half a step! ”

After putting down the phone, I thought about it and decided to go back to the rented house to relieve the female ghost first, and then come back and look at the poet. I'm really not worried about his current state.

After saying hello to them, I went downstairs and walked out of the campus, just in time to see the shoehorn carrying a bouquet of pink roses on his face and walking towards his X-series BMW.

Because of yesterday's incident, my attention on campus has reached almost 100%, and wherever I go, I will attract the attention of all my classmates.

Affected by the eyes around me, the shoehorn face quickly noticed me, looked a little flustered, and immediately knelt down, facing the school gate.

In fact, this is really his own nervousness, 8 to 5 in the morning, even those who ask for food have to get off work, he only leaves at this time, which is already considered overtime.

I ignored him, stopped the car, and went back to the rented house. When I found out that the female ghost was still sleeping, I was not surprised, and gave her a few breaths of yang energy, so I took a taxi back to campus, bought three boxed lunches, and walked back to the dormitory to greet the madman and the poet for dinner.

The lunch I bought was of the highest standard, three meat and one vegetable for 11 yuan, and the madman ate them all, but the poet only ate two bites in a daze.

Putting down the chopsticks, the poet asked me, "This point, don't you go back?" ”

I said, "It's not interesting to go back, I'll sleep here tonight, with you two." ”

The poet looked at me with red circles in his eyes and said, "I'm fine, don't worry, you two go to bed first, I'll take a look." ”

With that, he sat down in front of the monitor and stared at the screen again.

My purpose is to keep an eye on him, to prevent him from thinking about it, people are in despair, it is easy to be glassy, I don't want him to be so young, so short-sighted.

So I didn't talk much, snuggled up on Zhao Junshuang's bed, took out my mobile phone and looked at WeChat.

Perhaps because I was there, the madman was not so worried, because he had not closed his eyes for several days, and he had eaten and drunk enough, and before 7 o'clock, he collapsed on the bed and fell asleep.

I continued to fiddle with my phone while thinking about what had happened recently, and it all felt so real and unreal.

Until 11 o'clock in the middle of the night, the poet still looked at the records on the monitor, sometimes in a daze.

I advised him, "Go to bed early, if you do this, your mental state will soon collapse." ”

He sighed and said, "Then go to sleep, I'm tired too, I'll sleep now." ”

After saying that, he really left the monitor and lay on the bed without saying a word.

I turned off the lights and quietly observed his movements, and after about 20 minutes, I was relieved to see that he seemed to be really asleep, and I slowly fell asleep.

In my sleep, I faintly heard the poet's cry, and tried to open my eyes to persuade him, but I found that my eyelids were so heavy that I could not open them anyway; So I tried to move my limbs again, but I felt like they were being filled with lead, and I couldn't move at all......

I thought anxiously in my heart, why is this *** bad again......

Nothing else to do with the poet......

After struggling for a long time, I finally came out of my nightmare and opened my eyes sharply to look at the poet's bed.

The bed was empty.

Immediately after, I noticed a figure standing in front of the window, and I couldn't help but be startled. If you look closely, it is actually a poet.

At this time, the window had been opened, and the poet looked up at the bright moonlight with his hands behind his back.

I was surprised and asked him, "What are you doing?" ”

Under the moonlight, he turned his head to look at me, his expression calm, but there was an indescribable indifference in his eyes, and there were no tears on his face......

But I could hear him crying distinctly......

He said in a calm voice, "I'm reminiscing, trying to remember something. ”

Hearing this, I felt weird, and then I soon realized that the rhythm of his speech was actually different from before!

I took a deep breath and asked him, "Can you speak normally?" ”

He smiled faintly and said: "When I was just in junior high school, by chance, I had a fortune telling, and the fortune teller said that I was a monk in my last life, fell into the evil way, became a demon monk, and was punished to recite Buddhist scriptures for thousands of years. I have been reciting each four words of that sutra for thousands of years, and only then did I form the habit of only popping out four words when I speak. The thousand-year-old habit is so ingrained that even reincarnation has been brought to this physical body. ”

I was stunned and said, "Dude, why are you talking so strangely?" I know you're in a bad mood, but don't think about it, now that medical treatment is so advanced, cancer is nothing to ......."

Before I could finish speaking, he smiled again and said, "Don't be afraid, my cancer is cured." But the madman is right, I do only have the last seven days left, and after seven days, I will have a catastrophe, but I don't want to obey the will of God, even if I want to die, I will die against the sky. ”

With that, his body suddenly jumped and jumped from the window in front of me.

I was stunned for a moment, and then I reacted and shouted to the sleeping madman, "I grass! Get up! The poet jumped off the building......"