Purple Yawu

The second day in Jingshan Nursing Home.

Lu Fengqian didn't fall asleep last night. He shared a dormitory with He Ming, and there were two young men with dark circles in the same dormitory. Their behavior was not mature enough for people of this age.

When the sun just emerged from the tip of his head, He Ming crept onto Lu Fengqian's bed.

"Why are you here..."

He Ming paused, then sighed: "I had a dream, a terrible dream."

"Dreams are always reversed."

"It is also said that dreams are the entrance to parallel worlds, one of the millions of endings that actually exist."

"But you're only one in a million."

He Ming smiled self-deprecatingly, and raised his hand to turn on the light beside him.

Lu Fengqian saw that the other party's face under the curly black hair was a bit tired, and the deep eyebrows reminded people of the clouds in the mountains.

For some reason, He Ming's expression made Lu Fengqian's heart ache and itch.

He suddenly felt that this moment was very familiar.

In the next second, He Ming turned off the light, as if he turned on the light just to look at the other party: "Sleep, I can sleep for a while."

At seven o'clock sharp, the radio in the nursing home crowed like a coquettish rooster.

After another quarter of an hour, everyone was like marionettes with smiling faces, "performing" radio gymnastics under the high-pitched background music.

At eight o'clock, after dinner, people began to attend painting rehabilitation classes.Lu Fengqian saw a young girl draw a cage and a bird on white paper.

At 09:30, Lu Fengqian was called away by a woman with curly hair.

A woman's temperament is like water, but she has just the right sense of distance.According to Lu Fengqian's knowledge, the woman's name is Song Anmu, she is Lu Fengqian, and she is also the attending physician of the patient in No. 4 dormitory.

Song Anmu took out a bunch of keys, found the cold silver one, and opened the door of the consultation room.

"Sit down, little tube."

The woman pointed to a soft couch and motioned for Lu Fengqian to sit there.

The light was quietly spread on the maroon carpet. Song Anmu raised the curtains and closed the curtains. He picked up a bear doll from the seat and handed it to Lu Fengqian.

"Small tube, there has been improvement after this electrotherapy, you can leave it for a day."

Lu Fengqian caught the little bear with a dazed expression.

A strange feeling came to his heart, Lu Fengqian stared at the little bear, something seemed to be broken in his pair of peach blossom eyes, and the mist covered his eyes, making him dizzy and unable to see clearly.

"What's wrong? I didn't touch your puppet." The woman's voice was full of doubts.

Memories that did not belong to him were like a flood, completely submerging Lu Fengqian's reason.

Beside the rust-colored bench, mother was hugging a toy teddy bear, and the emotion in her eyes made Lu Fengqian feel strange.

"Ayi, I'm sorry, for your safety, mother can only send you here."

Guan Siyi bit his lip, wet tears were held back in his eyes, then he turned his head away: "Take care of yourself, if you are free, come and see me."

Then he hugged the doll tightly - the only doll he grabbed when watching a movie with his mother, turned around and walked into an iron gate.

"Boom."

The door of Jingshan Nursing Home was closed, and the hot and humid summer wind exerted all of its strength, but it was impossible to squeeze through the tightly closed door.

……

Lu Fengqian's temples twitched, and he wanted to scratch his body twice with something to calm himself down.

But when he looked down at his arms, he saw horrific dry scars, as if he opened his mouth and howled, exposing blood-stained teeth.

Like the devil's curse.

Lu Feng wanted to lower his voice, but made an extremely suppressed and distorted voice:

"I am fine."

Song Anmu knocked on the side of the chair: "Take it easy, you forgot a lot this time, haven't you?"

The so-called electrotherapy is to treat more serious mental diseases or disorders through physical methods. Although the name is scary, it is much more scientific and humane than the ancient bloodletting therapy and primitive skull surgery.

However, electrotherapy has an effect that can't be said to be a defect or an advantage, that is, it will make people temporarily forget something.

Sweet memories will not be eternal, but pain and hatred will always take root and tear the flesh.

"Relax, today is just to chat with you, if you feel uncomfortable, go back first."

Song Anmu was a little worried.

Lu Fengqian bit his lip directly, and the stimulation of blood made him barely regain his composure.

Can't go, the clues will be gone.

"It's okay, you continue."

Song Anmu asked him to take a deep breath, feeling the cold air inhaled through his nose and the warmth exhaled.

The woman spoke softly:

"If you were to express your anxiety level in numbers, on a scale of [-], how would you rate it?"

"9 points."

"Okay, continue to take a deep breath, and don't tense your hands and feet so tightly."

Time passed by minute by minute.

"Quietly feel your heartbeat, feel the blood flow through your veins."

Song Anmu said calmly as usual, "Okay, how anxious are you now?"

"4 points."

"Is there anything in front of your eyes?"

"It's dark." Lu Fengqian murmured.

"Go ahead and you'll see a door, it's big and wide."

"Push it away... what do you see?"

Lu Fengqian was like a child talking in his sleep: "I saw my home."

"Which room are you in now?"

"...my own room."

"What's in the room?"

"There's nothing in the room...it's empty."

Song Anmu frowned, skillfully pinned his hair behind his ears, and said:

"Open your door and let's go to the living room."

"opened."

"What's in the living room?"

"Sofa, dining table, TV, and a picture on the wall."

"Very good, what is the content of the painting?"

"There are three villains, one with a smiling face, one with a crying face, with blood in his eyes, and one...with no face."

"Okay, can I go to Mom and Dad's room now?"

There was some fear in Lu Fengqian's voice:

"I am afraid."

"Don't be afraid, you are safe now, no one can hurt you, I will always be with you."

"Push open the door, I will face it with you."

……

After a while, Lu Fengqian murmured in response:

"opened."

"What do you see?"

"Yes, there was a headless man with red candles stuck around his neck."

"Who is he?"

"I have no idea."

"What else is in the room?"

"There are also beds and wardrobes."

Lu Fengqian's breathing suddenly became rapid: "He's coming!"

"Don't be afraid, hide in the closet."

Lu Fengqian opened the closet and fell silent.

"Is there anything in the closet?"

"There's a mirror, and lots of long dresses."

"Who is that in the mirror?"

"Yes……"

Lu Fengqian seemed to be strangled by someone, breathing hard, and the sound he made was like rubber rubbing against brittle glass.

Song Anmu saw that his face was flushed, like a pink peach thrown into the water.

She hastened to speak:

"Now I count to three seconds, you will wake up."

The other person looked like a cat about to drown.

"Three, two, one."

Lu Fengqian opened his eyes, his eyelashes were already soaked.