Shuqing didn't expect Jin Peng to be a very talkative person, but she also thought that businessmen were always very talkative. Throughout the conversation, he showed respect for her, respect for Mrs. Ahn and affection for Li Jin, saying that he had never loved a woman so much. "I've been in two relationships, but both ended in failure, and they both have one characteristic, they love my money more than I am as a person. Aunt Shuqing, it is more difficult for rich people in this world to meet true love than poor people. Li Zhen is like an oasis in the desert to me, she makes my life dry and dry. Shuqing sat on the edge of the bed and looked out the window, thinking about the conversation between Jinpeng and her last night. It was just dawn, she had been up for a while, she prepared breakfast, boiled porridge, fried eggs, that was the egg given to her by Aunt Xia, she liked Aunt Xia very much, a very kind person. She put breakfast on the table and kept it for Jinpeng and Li Zhen, they were still sleeping, young people always like to sleep lazy, unlike her, an old woman, who always wakes up before dawn, and likes to sleep lazy when she is young. She thought of when she was young, when she was in the Public Security Bureau, she was in the public security bureau, and she worked very hard to prevent others from gossiping, and rushed to do all the dirty and tiring work. She also proposed to the leader to go to the police (at that time, because she was a girl, so she took special care of not going to the police), she liked the feeling of running around chasing bad guys, she thought that only when she ran could she feel that she was a living person.

At that moment, the iron door rang three times. Shuqing came back to her senses, took an embroidered shawl and wrapped it around her shoulders and walked downstairs, knowing that it was the director's wife who came.

Mrs. Director, still dressed as she had been yesterday, looked dignified and dignified, and she stood at the door waiting, and when the iron door creaked open, she quickly turned around.

"We need to hurry up and see her. I heard she was in very bad shape last night. The director's wife said that she seemed a little hurried and nervous.

"Oh, what's wrong?" Shuqing said, she tightened the shawl on her shoulders and frowned slightly, even though it was early summer, the early morning wind was really cold on her body, and she looked really old.

"Oh, I don't know, you know I go to see her occasionally, and her doctor called me last night and said she was a little unconscious, and said yes - said it was possible - . The director's wife was reluctant to say that.

"Death?" Shuqing said, her face expressionless, and her tone sounded even more indifferent.

"Shuqing!" the director's wife shouted sternly, "If-"

"Oh. Of course I'm going to see her, of course I'm going. Shuqing said, she interrupted the director's wife's words, as if she understood what she was about to say. Maybe Mrs. Director thinks that she still hates that crazy woman, but is that really the case? Is it really still hated? Shuqing thought and thought, she lost the only man she had ever loved in her life, that man died trying to save her, if it weren't for her, he might not have died on a big stone, a stupid big stone. Should she hate herself or the man who pushed the stone down and smacked him on the head? Will she hate her for the rest of her life? Hate for the rest of her life? What can this bring her, except what she will get by hating her, the man she loves will not come back to life, and she will not become beautiful because she hates to live alone. In fact, nothing will change, except for the hatred in her heart. Then why should she hate? She doesn't hate, she doesn't hate anymore, she doesn't have any extra feelings for her except a deep sense of pathos.

Shuqing finally straightened her clothes again, reached out to grab the elbow of the mayor's wife, and they walked briskly towards the insane asylum in Longmen Town.

No sooner had they stepped into the small room where the madwoman had been lodged than they smelled a foul smell. It was a smell that was often smelled in an old house soaked in rain, there was a not-so-bright fluorescent lamp hanging on the ceiling of the room, a small wardrobe was stacked with unrinsed sheets, quilt covers, etc., and in the corner of the room there was a single iron bed 1.2 meters wide, and the crazy woman was lying on the bed. She lay under a large pile of quilts, unable to make out her expression. The director's wife pulled a stool and sat down beside her bed, and Shuqing followed and stood next to the director's wife, she hadn't seen this person in years, and she was terrified when she looked at her closer. The mad woman has long lost the beauty and vitality of her youth, and she is so scary. Her face was like a dirty pillowcase, and the shiny wet stuff at the corners of her mouth slid down like a glacier into the deep groove around her chin. Her face was dotted with age spots, and her gray eyes had two tiny black pupils. The joints of her fingers protruded, like joint tumors, and the outer skin at the base of her nails covered the nails. Her teeth were a little buckled, causing her upper lip to bulge out. From time to time, she would use her lower lip to purse her upper lip and push her chin up with her, which made the wet and sticky stuff drip faster.

Shuqing didn't overdo it, something was stuck in her throat. The director's wife lowered her head and called softly: "Xiaoyu, I'm Junya, Shuqing and I have come to see you." "The crazy woman's name is Chen Yu, but everyone is used to calling her Xiaoyu, and the director's wife's full name is Xie Junya, which is the best name that Shuqing thinks among them.

The madwoman raised her eyes and looked at the director's wife blankly, and when she heard the word Shuqing, she trembled visibly. Then she stared at the ceiling again. Apparently she didn't recognize the director's wife anymore.

The director's wife seemed to be very familiar with her current situation, and she began to tell her about the past, about school, about when she was a child, kicking shuttlecock together, skipping class, stealing citrus and cabbage from her next-door neighbor, etc...... She hopes to bring back some memories of her with fond memories, at least remembering who she is.

The madwoman lay on her back, the quilt pulled up to her chin, and only her head and shoulders could be seen, her head slowly rocking back and forth. Every now and then, she would grow her mouth wide and could see her tongue stirring and undulating in it, saliva gathering on her lips in strips, and she would suck them in and open her mouth wide. Her mouth seemed to be a separate living being, operating independently of her body, and occasionally she would make a popping sound, as if something sticky had been boiled.

Shuqing reached out and patted the director's wife on the shoulder, and the director's wife looked up at Shuqing, and then looked at the bed. The crazy woman's head just swung towards them, and the director's wife said, "Xiaoyu, I'm Junya, are you okay?"

Suddenly, there was a jingling sound, and the alarm clock at the madwoman's bedside was shaking wildly, loud as if the whole house was trembling. The voice startled Shuqing. The director's wife patted her hand and said, "It's time for her to take medicine." A minute later, Shuqing and the director's wife were invited out of the room by the nurse. At the same time, a small man in a white coat and a beard rushed into the room, holding a small iron tray in his hand, which contained needles and several bottles of medicine, as well as absorbent cotton and alcohol.

"I've only had them give her an injection once. The director's wife said. As they spoke, they had already walked out of the madhouse. "I don't want to see it, so I always avoid this time. ”

"They injected her with Anfei, right?" Shuqing said. She looked a little nervous, and her face flushed. "I saw it, the little bottle, the sign on it. She added.

"Yes, that's the name. She always had trouble sleeping, and she often stayed with her eyes open all night long, so they gave her this medicine, first by taking it, and then by direct injection. But her symptoms didn't get better, and every time I came, she looked even crazier than before, often unconscious, rarely recognized me, barely recognized." The director's wife said. She shook her head, sighed, and added, "But she can't do without this medicine anymore." If she hadn't been injected, she would have died long ago. The director's wife looked up again at the floor where the madwoman lived.