Autobiography of a paranoid patient

(94)

The middle-aged man's identity is mysterious, but judging from Feng Yue's attitude, he doesn't seem to care much about this unexpected guest.

I didn't ask.

After almost a week, I thought I had forgotten what this man looked like, until one day I saw him in a flower shop.

I didn't have a good rest that day. After lunch, I told Miao Shu that I was going to rest for a while, and then I went to the cubicle upstairs to lie down.

I fell asleep in a daze, and when my consciousness was blurred, I heard a loud sound of glass breaking.

I rolled over and jumped up from the cot.

My first store was not the current one.

At that time, I didn't have much money, so I had to choose places with lower rents.It is a very old alley, and most of the nearby residents will go shopping.

There are many shops of all kinds, large and small, on the street, but like most such alleys, the bosses there are very xenophobic, and there are many conflicts.I have also been involved several times.

I hurried downstairs.

Miao Shu stood with her back to me, vigilantly holding flower scissors in her hands.

I patted him on the shoulder and stepped up to block him.

I was stunned when I saw the people who came to make trouble.I searched in my mind for a while, and I was sure that he was the middle-aged man that Feng Yue and Yunan had mentioned.

Even though it was dark that night, this man kept talking to Feng Yue while facing me.

"This guest, if you have anything to say, I can only ask the police to deal with it if I want to do it."

I spoke calmly, and looked at the broken vase under my feet calmly.

Although this vase is much larger than normal, but luckily I got it from a second-hand market, and it is very cheap.

"Hmph, am I not talking properly? Look at the attitude of your shop!" The man handed over the flowers in his hand, pointed to the damage on the petals, and said, "You are a black shop, right? The price of the bouquet of flowers is twice as high as that of other stores, and the flowers delivered are so rotten, you should call the police, okay."

The man raised his eyebrows fiercely, and said arrogantly: "I still want to invite the police to judge. Whose problem is it?"

With just one glance, I knew he was deliberately finding fault.

These petals are obviously made by himself.

After the flowers are received, they are squeezed hard with their hands, pretending to be wilted, and then planted on the head of the flower shop.

I reached out and touched the petals, but there was still no expression on my face.

"Boss, this person did it on purpose." Miao Shu pointed at the middle-aged man, but was still angry, "I delivered the flowers to the delivery man, so there must be no problem. He cursed and said a lot when he came. If it's ugly, I deliberately dropped the vase and pretended to be stupid."

"Hey, your boss is here, so it's your turn to talk? Bloody mouth, you little brat." The middle-aged man was smug.

"You said that flowers are the problem of our shop, do you have evidence?" I ignored his deliberate provocation.

"That's how you send the flowers. How do you ask me to find evidence? Isn't this deliberately embarrassing people?"

At this time, a guest who was watching outside the door came in. He rushed over with the flowers and said to the female guest: "Look at the flowers in this house. They are so expensive for such a ghostly appearance. Don't buy them here." Waste of time here..."

Before he finished speaking, the female guest was scared away.

I have very limited patience.

I first reminded Miao Shu to put the scissors farther away before walking up, and reasoned with him one last time: "Our delivery people will take pictures and leave proofs when they get the goods and deliver them. If you don't believe me, we can see Photo standoff."

The middle-aged man snorted disdainfully, and said, who knows if you guys have teamed up to fuck me.

I think who the fuck are you.

Arguing with Feng Yue and me is just to find fault.

Let you have enough stubble today.

(95)

The last time I saw such a frightened look in Miao Shu's eyes was when he was watching horror movies on his mobile phone.

I was pulled away when Miao Shu hugged me and fell backwards.

After the beating, the glass shards on the ground were used, and there was blood everywhere, and it was hard to tell who belonged to it.

Maybe mine will have more.

He pricked me with a piece of glass, but it didn't hurt me, but when I pricked him, he rolled on the ground in pain.

"Boss Song, don't hit me!" I heard Miao Shu's anxious voice, and his arms got tighter and tighter to trap me.

"Brother Song!" He shouted again.

I didn't understand what he was doing so loudly. I saw the blood on my hands before I realized that I hadn't stopped.

That's it.

That's it.

I relieved myself.

In the end, I still remember saying to Miao Shu: "It will be fine."

But he didn't look like he believed it at all.

(96)

I went to the police station and called the police myself.

I told the police that I had beaten someone, and he was sent to the hospital.

I felt the operator froze for a moment.

I sat in the police station and heard the police say a lot of educational words. Seeing that it was almost time to get off work, a policeman walked in from the outside and said, "The people over there are fine."

The policeman looked at me for a while, and was about to speak, when there was another sound of footsteps outside the door.

The leader is in a suit and leather shoes.

As soon as I saw him, I quickly lowered my head, twisted my hands awkwardly, and my fingertips turned white.

A pair of black leather shoes approached in sight.

"Next time you fight, don't hurt yourself."

(97)

Feng Yue took one of my fingers, which happened to be the one with a wound.

"Didn't go to the hospital?" he asked.

The tone was calm, but I could hear the alarm bells ringing in my heart.

"Not serious." I said.

Feng Yue looked down at me, his whole face was in the shadows.

I stared at him for a few seconds before he dropped my hand.

"I'll take care of your business first," his fingers scraped across my cheek, "wait for me here."