"This old man's name is Zhuang Zhiqiang, and he is really a 'clove owner.'" (1)
Half an hour later, the staff of the Relief Station of the Civil Affairs Office arrived, and thanked the nurse and Xie Qingcheng's group as she explained to them.
Xie Xue and Bai Jing, who insisted on accompanying us, also got up from the underground garage and sat on the infirmary sofa, listening to the details of the situation.
"Elder Zhuang Zhiqiang ...... unfortunately, his situation is something unique and it is a problem that we have not been able to solve at the relief post." The staff member rubbed his hands, sipped the tea that the nurse prepared with a glass of disposable paper, wiped his mouth and sighed: "It was about three years ago, he came to Shanghai, saying that he was looking for his daughter, but we checked his record, he was an old man who lived alone, his house was in a cave in Shenzhou, the place was so poor that not even the birds could stay, he did not have many neighbours, he had to walk three kilometres to get water, our people even made a special trip to visit his town, and everyone said that the old man He was very withdrawn and did not understand his situation at all."( 2)
"That's no reason for you to evade your responsibilities, shouldn't you stop such a dangerous person? It is affecting the appearance of the city and could attack people!" Bai Jing couldn't help but scream.
"Little one, it's like that." The staff seemed embarrassed: "We can't stop the vagrants, they are also citizens of society, we can only arrange accommodation and send them to the doctor to treat them ......"
Bai Jing was still hateful: "I don't care! The mentally ill should all be detained! Shouldn't these abnormal things be isolated?"
He Yu originally did not like or dislike this woman, her moral base is relatively low, but you could also say that her tolerance scale for all kinds of people is relatively high. About the things that Xie Qingcheng said, in his opinion, he had nothing to say. Everyone has their own way of life, and their own choices.
But Bai Jing's screams about the mentally ill were really bouncing off his tolerance limit.
The corners of He Yu's mouth suddenly rose in a grimace of contempt as he lowered his head without saying anything.
The rescue station staff cleaned their sweat and said: "Girl, you shouldn't hurry. First of all, because it seems that now the condition of the elderly Zhuang Zhiqiang tends in fact to the possibility of getting worse. It is not ruled out that he will lose some of his civilian capacities, so when his health situation improves, we will take him to a cooperative psychiatric hospital for supervision and treatment ......" (3)
"According to this current situation, I suppose he is going to Cheng Kang. Although the facilities are a little behind in terms of management, the admission capacity of Wanping and our cooperation are already full, there is no other way out."
Bai Jing listened, and finally satisfied, murmured: "That's, more or less ......"
I was saying this when the emergency room doctor arrived.
The doctor told them about Zhuang Zhiqiang's resuscitation and that he was out of danger thanks to the timely rescue. If they wanted to go in and take a look at it, they could go in and see it.
"It's better for her to be a girl, the patient is still confused and continues to try to find his daughter."
Xie Xue got up, "I'm going to go."
And he followed the doctor.
At first, He Yu was leaning lazily on the sofa in the living room, with his elbows resting on the backrest and his head bowed with indifference as he heard them speak. When he saw her leave, he picked up her long legs and prepared to get up behind her.
Xie Qingcheng gave him a very obvious look of scrutiny and caution: "Stop there."
"What's going on?"
"What are you doing following my sister all day?"
The boy sat back on the couch and remained silent for a moment. Apparently, he negotiated with him in a kind and polite way, but in reality, his almond eyes were full of mockery and irony. "So what if I follow you all day?"
"......"
He Yu sank: "Oh, indeed, you're here with your blind date, I feel so bad. I will leave you alone. I won't get in his way."
Bai Jing lived up to his expectations and immediately shouted loudly: "I have nothing to do with him!"
He Yu laughed slightly and did not look at Bai Jing, but turned his head to the side, and said quietly so that only Xie Qingcheng could hear: "Doctor Xie, you see. If you are old and not attractive enough, a girl like her will not be able to handle it.
"......"
Shameless.
His ancestral tomb had become a latrine, how could it give rise to such a beast?
Xie Qingcheng's face was cold, his lips moved slightly: "Hurry up and get out."
He Yu smiled, then suddenly got up and ran an arm over Xie Qingcheng's shoulder. Xie Qingcheng was surprised, he didn't know what this scum gentleman wanted to do, he could only smell the teenage hormones in the boy's body while He Yu bowed and pressed him, he could feel the heat in his chest without touching it.
This dominant aura typical of young men made Xie Qingcheng very uncomfortable, who is also a man, and who was immediately irritated to see his personal space invaded.
When Xie Qingcheng was about to push him, the student who had invaded his area of repulsion straightened himself again and had already moved away by himself. In his hand there was a large bag of coffee that he had taken from the tea table behind him.
The order that He Yu had ordered had not yet been touched.
"Ge, I was just catching up with the drinks."
He Yu looked at the ugly face of the man, and the mockery in the corners of his lips became even more evident as he distributed the coffee from the paper bag and delivered it to the people of the emergency post, the doctor and the nurse, he made someone take one also next to Xie Xue, and even Bai Jing took one as well.
But...
"Tch, look, I'm very sorry I forgot yours."
After a break, he gave his own iced coffee to Xie Qingcheng: "Why don't you drink this one of mine?"
But evidently he had no sincerity, the sorbet had already been nailed to the lid, so he just held it in his hand and brought it directly to Xie Qingcheng's lips.
He originally thought that Xie Qingcheng would refuse.
He never expected that instead, this would awaken Xie Qingcheng's temperament. He raised his eyes with a bad face, and then sat on the couch like this, in a completely unexpected position. As if he were really being taken care of by the little rascal, with his pale lips slightly open, he raised his eyes and stared at He Yu, slowly taking the sorbet that He Yu brought to his lips.
His lips rested on him, and then he stared at him and took a strong sip and without contemplation.
Xie Qingcheng's throat swayed, swallowing the drink as if it were inciting him to fight.
"You can put it there." Then, he let it go. His lips were wet and shiny, and there was sharpness in his eyes. "I will take it as a gesture of goodwill."
"......"
When He Yu saw him bend his head and close his lips around the straw, he felt a crazy heat in his chest, as if he were getting angry. He felt that this person really deserved to be thoroughly tormented, he deserved it more than the words could describe. He had wanted to put him in an uncomfortable dilemma, or see him retreating with rage, embarrassed.
But in the face of the challenge, Xie Qingcheng had responded with an undisturbed and condescending gesture, looking at him arrogantly from above.
For a moment, He Yu felt the urge to throw iced coffee on his ice face, and then see how miserable he would look with his face dripping water and his clothes soaked.
But in the end, he just smiled and left the iced coffee on the coffee table, and the moment he looked down he gently said to Xie Qingcheng: "Well, since you have asked for it, don't waste a drop. Drink everything and if you don't have enough, call me and I'll bring it to you."
"How could I do that? In just one night you have been a driver and an ATM, and now you are a delivery man." Xie Qingcheng laughed coldly and took the glass of coffee, sliding his long, thin fingers through the condensation drops that accumulated in the "Keep up your affairs" cup.
After he finished speaking, he stirred the glass in front of him.
He Yu walked away, with a dark expression on his face.
After seeing the two shoot darts back and forth, everyone around them could see that they didn't get along. It was a bit uncomfortable, but Xie Qingcheng acted as if everything was fine.
He got up and threw the coffee in the trash directly under the eyes of the people. Only the boys asked for coffee so late. At your age, how would you sleep that night?
Xie Qingcheng sat down again and looked quietly at the relief post staff: "I'm sorry, my client's son doesn't know what to do, so he has made them laugh."
"No, it's okay."
He laughed dryly.
Xie Qingcheng: "Speaking about it, oh yes... are you sure that Zhuang Zhiqiang doesn't have a daughter?"
The official looked back: "Yes, no, Zhuang Zhiqiang doesn't even have relatives. We are supposed to help vagrants get in touch with their relatives or their units, but this old man has no one to contact."
Xie Qingcheng was silent.
From his experience, he felt that Zhuang Zhiqiang's reaction did not seem like hysteria for no reason, and that his "daughter" should be what he had in mind.\n\n
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"Daughter ......", the old man in the hospital bed with the oxygen tube still murmured in dreams about the person who could be in his imagination, "daughter, the old man saw you grow up as a child, saw you study with a small school backpack on your back, saw you enter university and go to the big city ......"
He paused for a moment and a murky tear leaked through his wrinkled eyes.
The dreaming of the old man acquired a resigned and drowned tone: "Why can't you ...... see your old man again..."
Xie Xue was kind and shed tears next to her. After receiving permission from the nurse, he took the initiative to take the hand of Zhuang Zhiqiang and said next to his bed: "Old man, don't cry. I... I'm here. I'm here. I'm with you. You have to improve as soon as possible... "
He could not stay in contact with the patient for too long and, after comforting the old man for a while, the doctor told him that it was time to leave.
Xie Xue resigned his despondency and left the emergency room, taking handkerchiefs out of his bag to wipe his tears, but he found that he had run out of handkerchiefs.
A nice hand gave him a man's handkerchief.
Xie Xue raised his eyes, somewhat red and swollen, to meet the kind smiling face of He Yu.
In front of Xie Qingcheng, He Yu seemed to be a scum, but in front of Xie Xue, he looked like a well-trained dog, and the handkerchief he gave him was particularly delicate, made of snow-white silk, without extra wrinkles.
"Clean yourself."
"Thank you, thank you."
"It's nothing."
He already knew that this would be Xie Xue's reaction.
Xie Xue's parents had left shortly after she was born, and her grandparents had long since left by then. She had grown up with envy of others who could shout out loud to their mothers, fathers and grandparents the few words that she could only whisper to the cold and humid stone monument, when she was under the black umbrella that Xie Qingcheng kept open at the Qingming Festival every year, holding a soft bouquet of white chrysanthemums.
That's why he couldn't see people of his father's and grandfather's age without the company of his children, most of them.
"Doctor." He wiped his tears and spoke again with the emergency doctor: "When Grandpa is transferred to the psychiatric hospital, will they contact us? I'll stay with him."
He Yu frowned slightly: "What are you going to do in that kind of place?"
"It's okay, what happens is that the school asked me to talk to some prisons and psychiatric hospitals about the possibility of taking the students to visit. He says they want to give the students of the choreography class a more special social experience. But I haven't had the opportunity to talk about it yet." Xie Xue snorted: "It's not as if I'm going to do something outside my sphere."
She had explained it to him up to that point, so He Yu couldn't say anything else, he just walked to the side and picked up the lost yellow puppy.
The little puppy was held in front of He Yu by his armpits, and his yellow and white legs kicked twice in the air. The puppy's black bean nose was found with his apricot eyes and the dog was a little scared.
He Yu spoke kindly to him: "I will get you a dog permit, you will stay at my house for now, and I will send you back when your owner is well."
The puppy trembled and shuddered: "Wooooo ......"
Animals usually have that kind of sixth sense, which can feel the feeling of burden and madness hidden under a person's smile, so the puppy was afraid and wanted to please him, stretched out his soft tongue and licked He Yu nervously.
He Yu smiled, stroked with his knuckles on the dog's head, and allowed him to lick his fingertips, with his mysterious eyes: "Good boy. You know more than that man."
The author has something to say:
Yesterday, a friend told me that the comments section was very entertaining, because there were many thirsty little sisters and people being idiots, and that I should read it to have a little fun. I took a look at it, and it was really a lot of fun hahahaha. Then, I saw a little sister suddenly say that love is a disease. I paused and thought, fuck, how lucky I read the comments last night. There is one thing I have to tell you, friends. Xie Qingcheng never thought that love is a disease aaaaahhhh! This is a big misunderstanding! I hope readers don't misunderstand their thoughts; because friends, as soon as this logic is applied, then Xie Qingcheng will become a scum playboy!!! They once thought that, if he thinks that loving is a disease, then why would he want to get married and live like this? Wouldn't he then become a bastard who deceived the girl into her feelings?!
Let's seriously analyze why this thought is definitely not yours. Returning to the subject of that marriage, Xie Qingcheng was not a liar, but a victim. Li Ruoqiu was also a victim, but the reason for his victimization is due to an extremely unfortunate situation that also exists in reality, and that is that, when many people reach a certain age, with society pressuring them, outdated thinking forces them, when their partner seems pleasant enough, when they could simply live honestly and simplicity for the rest of their lives, and even begin to think that this is love and get married. This is really sad. Xie Qingcheng is a typical example of someone who was trapped by this social idea and walked along this type of path.
When I was of marriageable age, I felt the same as many other people with conservative ideas. He thought that love, marriage and having a family were things he should do, so he valued it very much and worked hard to achieve it. He does not know how to love, and he does not understand love, but he did everything possible to achieve what he thought was love. He thought that simply taking care of his wife for the rest of their lives, and relying on each other was love, even if his heart was not really affected. This was his misunderstanding towards love, and the root of his tragic marriage. I wrote about their marriage in this way because I wanted to express that, under social pressures, people will create many tragedies because they do not understand themselves.
If you take another careful look at the original chapter and seriously reflect on the words of Xie Qingcheng, you should be able to find that what he could not accept was not love, but reckless, unethical, savage and extreme actions that betrayed family and responsibility. He believed that this was not love, but a disease; and he also felt hurt by those actions.
Its general and innate character is completely opposite to that of Jiang Xi. Jiang Xi is a liberal and, to a certain extent, a selfish person. His thoughts are very progressive; he can look with contempt at those betrayed by love, he can despise the rules and ignore everyone else. It can pursue money, power, fame and profits while trampling on and ridiculing the secular world. But Xie Qingcheng is exactly the opposite. He is a very responsible man who is always restricted by his responsibilities. He is tired of money, power, fame, and benefits, and is strongly chained to social ethics; a feudal and patriarchal man. These cold beauties with the same mother will be similar; since they suffer the same upside downs, the vocabulary and writing style of the same author. He's like an artist with his drawings. Certain specific preferences and styles will be maintained. But coldness is only superficial, while the soul is engraved in the bones. Xie Qingcheng's distancing comes from his clear and calm mind, never from ego and freedom. So, on this issue, it really should not be misunderstood. For him, love is not a disease; rather, uncontrolled emotions with no end result are a disease, because he cares a lot about the family and the responsibilities on his shoulders. If he and Jiang Xi could agree, they would definitely despise each other. Jiang Xi would think that Xie Qingcheng is crazy, because why is he living such an exhausting life instead of working hard to pursue his own passions? Xie Qingcheng would also think that Jiang Xi is crazy, because how can he be such an unreliable and carefree man? They wouldn't look face to face. I don't know why Xie-ge, a male protagonist in a modern play, would live even more rigidly than men in an old danmei... Xie-ge, please reflect on yourself.
Oh, I have also seen little beauties guessing that Xie Qingcheng has done many things that He Yu thought Xie Xue did for him, and later, when He Yu discovers that everything was Xie Qingcheng, he will be very excited, realizing that he was always under the silent care of Xie Qingcheng. No, there is no scene like this, hahahaha, Xie Xue is pure white 24k, this is a completely wrong theory = =
I wandered a little today ... I'm sorry, I'm sorry ... I find that every time I look at the comments, I become very wandering; every time I see cute stuff discussing the plot, I can't help but want to spoil it, and then the notes become very long... I still have to restrain myself and not look, continue in seclusion and not spoil or explain, letting everyone keep reading slowly... cover my face!
Translator's note\n1)- Ding Zhi hu/nail house/nail owner: it is a person or a homeowner who refuses to move, or asks for ridiculously high compensation when asked to compare the house to build a project in the area.
2)- The type of "cave" where the old man lived is a yaodong. A traditional type of house built on the ground for reasons of thermal insulation
3)- I have no idea what the civilian capacities will be in China, but in general, it is always the ability to be a subject of law and contract obligations. If the person is not in his or her mind, there are two methods of intervention, depending on the degree of his pathology.
If you have periods of lucidity followed by periods of madness, a guardian or curator, or a responsible person, is appointed to review and approve what the person does. The person cannot act without the approval of this guardian or curator, or responsible.
If he is completely crazy, then nothing he does generates civil effects, and for public health reasons, if his placement in a centre would be feasible.