I have nothing to fear after schizophrenia

Mr. Li suddenly appeared in front of Wu Bing without anyone noticing. The sitting Wu Bing and the director of domestic trade did not react. Pull Wu Bing and leave.

Wu Bing was so embarrassed that he only had time to grab the gift, and he led him to a place. Looking at the back of the other's head, he was a little confused, "Old man, where are you going?"

Mr. Li led the people away from the crowd, passed through a door, entered the back area of ​​the villa, and then passed through the yard to a small bungalow.

Unexpectedly, in the backyard of this luxurious high-end villa, there would be such a down-to-earth one-story bungalow.There are three small bungalows side by side, and a dim light has been turned on in one of the rooms. Through the glass window, there are figures walking inside.

Wu Bing came up with an interesting guess, and pointed at the bungalow with a smile, "You don't live here, do you?" Don't live in the villa, and build a small bungalow behind the villa?

Mr. Li hummed in satisfaction. He seemed to be particularly fond of this place. With his hands behind his back, he opened the door first and entered, "Come in."

After Wu Bing followed him in, he was even more delighted. Not only was the decoration and layout of the house deliberately imitating the style of the last century, but the furniture was also deliberately creating a sense of simplicity. placed in it.The person who was busy in the kitchen, Wu Bing knew, was the previous nanny.

After the old man signaled Wu Bing to sit down at the dining table, he ordered the nanny to serve the meal.

"Old man, want to eat here?" Wu Bing was taken aback, he didn't care where to eat, but this old man is the birthday star tonight, so he left a bunch of people here to remind him, "There are still a bunch of people outside. The guests are going to congratulate you on your birthday."

The old man calmly watched the nanny laying out the dishes, with an expression of indifference, "Those people didn't really come after me, I just did what I should do to save face, the follow-up finishing work, Xiaoxi's parents I will deal with it, now is my private time." As he spoke, intentionally or unintentionally, he glanced at the gift box in Wu Bing's hand.

Wu Bing took a look at his expectant eyes, immediately put the gift in front of him with both hands, and said sincerely: "Old man, I wish you good fortune like the East China Sea, and a longer life than Nanshan."

The old man was not polite at all, he took it quickly with a smile, he wanted to open it, but when he saw that the food was ready, he temporarily put the gift aside and called Wu Bing to use his chopsticks.

After dinner, Wu Bing abducted the villa from the backyard and left.When I got in the taxi, I received a message on my cell phone, Li was shampooing, asking if he had had dinner at his grandpa's.

After Wu Bing thought about it in his stomach, he was quite convinced. It seems that the Li family really discussed it in advance. It is really a weird family.

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, it is the Ching Ming Festival, the day of worshiping ancestors and sweeping graves.Early this morning, after Wu Bing cleaned up, he rushed to his father Wu who lived in the suburbs.

Before entering the door, he heard talking and laughing in the living room, which was mixed with the baby's babbling. The atmosphere was warm and happy, but the atmosphere didn't last long. When he opened the door and walked in, it suddenly stopped. end.

Father Wu's originally gentle and kind smiling face, when he looked up and saw Wu Bing, put it away instantly, and was replaced by a serious and alienated expression, and also retracted the hand that was teasing the baby.On the contrary, his little mother didn't care, and greeted her with a smile.

Wu Bing had already gotten used to this kind of scene going back and forth over the past few years, so he didn't react too much, so he immediately called out, "Dad."

Father Wu stood up, didn't answer, turned and walked towards the kitchen, and said two words forcefully, "Dinner is ready."

The food was already set on the dining table, and the little mother called Wu Bing while teasing the child in her arms, "Come over for dinner, there is also a soup, your father will serve it up."

During the meal, neither of the father and son had anything to exchange or chat, the air was very stiff, except for his little mother who said something from time to time, and Wu Bing's younger brother, his little mother's son's baby voice , or cry or make a fuss.

Walking on the path of the cemetery, Wu Bing looked at the back of Wu's father who was walking a few steps away from him. This back was both familiar and unfamiliar.He thought that when he was a child, he had climbed onto this back countless times, and then Father Wu always laughed and put him on his neck, playing with his immature hands.

Since when did the happy and happy times become bleak and separated?

Wu Bing recalled it carefully, since he was abducted by human traffickers when he was a child, and when he escaped from the devil and came back again, everything became a little different.First of all, he himself developed a symptom called schizophrenia. It was not obvious at the beginning, and he himself did not know it until his mother had serious physical problems because of taking care of him for a long time.

Father Wu couldn't bear to yell at him. Only then did he understand his mental state. At the same time, he also realized that during the years when he was abducted, Mama Wu was hit hard, with both physical illness and mental weakness. suffer from it.

When the sub-personality finally took shape and Bai Ye appeared, he began to try to coexist peacefully with his sub-personality. Fortunately, the coexistence was very pleasant, and things turned around.

Until Mama Wu's condition worsened and eventually passed away, the relationship between father and son dropped to freezing point again.Over time, Father Wu's attitude towards him changed from hating the traffickers at the beginning to being indifferent towards him, and finally he seemed to hate him, and became addicted to gambling. When he was drunk, he often murmured unconsciously: Yes He ruined his whole life.

It's not that Wu Bing has never hated before, even now, this hatred still exists, but it has been diluted by the long river of time, and it is no longer so intense.Even when he saw Father Wu remarried and began to be gentle with another woman and child, he felt jealous.

The air was also stagnant during the sweeping of the tomb. The two had their own emotions, and neither of them spoke.

Wu Bing quietly burned the paper money, and the flames shone in his eyes, but the emotion in his chest was not as turbulent and scorching as the flames in his eyes.His emotions are silent, there is no need to tell or vent to others.

Li Xi answered a call from Smith King in the United States.

Smithkin's voice on the other end of the phone was a little worried, "Don't you really need to come here to observe? Professor Jones will return from a business trip to Canada in two days."

Standing by the window, Li Xi squeezed the space between his eyebrows with his hand, and said in a tired voice, "No, the elevator was an accident. Say hello to Professor Jones for me."

After returning from the cemetery, Wu Bing did not go directly to the community where he lived, but sat opposite the amusement park that his parents often took him to when he was a child.The surrounding atmosphere was very lively, with smiling children holding colorful balloons in one hand and stretching out their parents' warm palms with the other.

Wu Bing thought, if he hadn't been abducted, how things would have turned upside down.

It was late at night when he returned to the community, and he walked up the stairs slowly. As soon as he got out of the stairs, he heard a slight voice, which seemed unusually out of place in the dark corridor in the middle of the night.

Following the sound and slowly touching it, Wu Bing stopped at the door of the old man's house. The door was slightly closed, and there was still the sound of rummaging through the boxes inside, but the light was not turned on, and it was dark.The voices came from three different directions in the house, obviously there was more than one person inside.

Wu Bing calmed down, burglary?

Today is a special day, the old man should not be here.He backed away slowly, intending to call the police after retreating to his house.He just took two steps back when he stepped on something, which made a crisp sound like hard plastic packaging.

The movement in the room suddenly stopped, and in the next second, three black shadows rushed towards him at the same time.

Wu Bing was startled, stepped back quickly, and shouted: "It's on fire—it's on fire—" The voice was shrill, and it whirled and cleared in the corridor, and there were the sound of frantic running footsteps from countless directions.

The door of the head of domestic trade opposite was instantly opened, and the head of domestic trade was wrapped in pajamas with a panicked face.The light shot out from the room, just in time to shine on the faces of Wu Bing and the man holding the dagger, who was about to stab Wu Bing, and the three of them met face to face.It was too late and then fast, when many men and women ran out of the house in the corridor, and there was a lot of noise.

The director of domestic trade shouted fiercely, "What are you doing?"

Everyone was attracted by the sound, and when they looked up, they saw a young man with an overly fair complexion leaning against the wall of the aisle, a hunchbacked man holding a knife in his hand, and two burly men standing beside him , also with a knife in his hand.

Everyone was taken aback, and took off their clothes one after another, "What are you doing?" A man with a very quick reaction quickly grabbed the fire extinguisher at the side and glared.

The atmosphere was stalemate, and there were more and more people in the aisle. The hunched man glanced at the other two strong men, and suddenly knocked away a man who was still in a daze, and ran to the stairs not far away, and disappeared. Behind the creaking door panels on the landing.

Li Xi suddenly woke up from the nightmare, sat up from the bed, his forehead was covered with fine cold sweat.

How long has it been since you had such a nightmare?He was in a daze.

In the dream, he was being kicked, kicked and trampled by the traffickers, his frail body hurting into a ball, because he didn't listen to the traffickers and act according to their wishes.In the corner next to him, squatted a few ragged, unkempt children who were about his age. Their expressions were dull and numb, and they didn't respond to their shouts.

Just when he thought he was going to be beaten to death, the door of the basement opened, and a few rays of light came in, and a boy slightly older than him came in with a light behind his back and a smile.When he got closer, Li Xi could see the face of the other party clearly, it was a boy with fair complexion and beautiful.

The boy didn't even look at him, he was holding something in his hand, and approached the leader of the trafficker like offering a treasure, and said casually, "Look, boss."

Li Xi was lying on the cold floor, he couldn't see what the boy was holding for the other party to see, he only saw that the other party nodded in satisfaction after a glance, took it, put it into his arms, and patted the boy on the shoulder.Then he cast a contemptuous glance at himself on the ground, pointed at himself and threatened others, "This is what happens to him who disobeys."

Li Xi was locked in a small room in the basement, hungry and cold, shivering all over.

The small door was suddenly opened a little, a hand came in, holding a steamed bun, and a person outside said softly, "Eat quickly."

Li Xi didn't see anyone, but he recognized the voice, it was the boy.In the next days of being locked up, the boy would always secretly bring him food.Later he learned that the boy's name was Xiaoqi, and children abducted here would be called with numbers like this.

When he was released from the small room, Li Xi also received such a nickname.

The memory was interrupted by a phone call. When Li Xi took his grandfather to the community where Wu Bing lived, it was already light.