Before he traveled through time, Zhuang Baihua was an ordinary straight man. Compared with the melodramatic love literature, he is actually more familiar with the novels about the upgrade of the male protagonist.
After all, when I was in college, many of my classmates watched it.
In this type of novel, it is standard for the protagonist to hide his or her identity, and some of the themes are called the Soldier King genre.
The so-called Soldier King style is probably that the protagonist used to be a very powerful special forces soldier. After retiring, he changed his identity and lived in ordinary society. Suddenly he encountered various incidents, and then used his martial arts value to show off and slap people in the face, and reached the top. What he wanted was the pleasure of being bullied by the big guys and the reversal of the situation.
Zhuang Baihua likes cannons and tanks. He used to read novels of this kind with his classmates. He didn’t read many because he thought they were too fake…
I never thought that after traveling through time, I would actually meet such a person, and in the world of a melodramatic and paranoid novel.
Zhuang Baihua was deeply impressed.
Although I admire him, the King of Soldiers’ tactics are clear, but I still have to listen to what Wei Congsen has to say.
Probably because he had to rely on intravenous drips to maintain nutrition every day, Wei Congsen looked very weak. He was tall and his arms were full of muscles. This contrast made him look lonely.
If you add the bloody background of the setting sun, it feels like the desolation of a great general falling from grace in the wilderness.
Wei Congsen looked far away and said slowly, "I joined a mercenary group in Russia and was active in the Caucasus. The situation there was complicated, with various forces fighting overtly and covertly. I often had to hire armed forces to do some shameful things." He raised his hand and rubbed his face. "I followed the group and have been in the industry for a long time. I have seen everything."
He spoke briefly, but there was too much information contained in the sentence "I've seen everything".
Zhuang Baihua grew up in a happy family in ordinary society and had never experienced any armed conflict. He had only seen some scenes in documentaries or videos that occasionally circulated. Even a few clips could not illustrate the unimaginable cruelty and misery.
Wei Congsen had been in the same environment for several days, which was indeed not something an ordinary person could endure.
"Many people around me have gone to extremes, either being callous and cold-blooded or unruly, but I..."
Wei Congsen said, his eyes dim: "And he became a deserter."
"I couldn't stand that kind of life, so I quit the Corps and returned to China, hoping to start a new life." Wei Congsen said it with great difficulty, his resolute face full of grief.
The ward was very quiet, and everyone was silent. After a while, Wei Congsen turned to Zhuang Baihua and Chi Yue in confusion and asked, "How do you react?"
Chi Yue had no expression on her face from beginning to end, and even looked a little absent-minded, and no one knew what she was thinking about. Zhuang Baihua looked at Wei Congsen with a very focused expression, but no surprise on his face, and his attitude was indifferent.
Wei Congsen asked in disbelief: "Are you not surprised at all?"
Zhuang Baihua thought for a moment and said, "Fortunately, I was mentally prepared. At first I felt that you were not an ordinary person. Your experience is quite consistent with your performance."
Wei Congsen stared at Zhuang Baihua, and Zhuang Baihua could only say: "I express my sympathy, but I am not surprised."
Once he understood the melodramatic nature of the original book, Zhuang Baihua could accept it even if the male supporting character was an alien.
But for the plot line of the original book, these are just character settings, but when it comes to each person, it is the real life they have experienced.
For example, Wei Congsen’s background in the original book is probably less than a hundred words, but he struggled in the war-torn areas for many years, and the suffering and pain he experienced are beyond words.
Zhuang Baihua comforted him: "The past is over. You have opened a boxing gym now and your life is on the right track. Isn't that good?"
Zhuang Baihua was kindhearted and sympathized with Wei Congsen, but he knew that no matter what he said at this moment, it would be easy talk and would not have any substantial effect.
Sure enough, Wei Congsen said: "I originally thought so. Your experience has had a deeper impact on me than you imagined."
"Even though I've returned to China, I still often think of the time. The illusory sounds of gunfire and artillery fire make my ears ring. Broken walls and injured people frequently appear in my dreams." Wei Congsen held his forehead, "Every time this happens, my head hurts and I want to destroy everything."
"I have been suppressing the violence and impulses in my heart. It has not had any effect. At least I can remain normal at ordinary times." Wei Congsen said, "It's just that, at present..."
"Will you explode when you see blood?" Zhuang Baihua continued.
Wei Congsen was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "After seeing the blood, he could no longer control himself and lost consciousness. He didn't know what he was doing. When he came to his senses, he found that during the time he lost consciousness, he destroyed everything around him and hurt people."
Zhuang Baihua borrowed Dr. Zhao's words and put them into practice: "This is a stress reaction."
Wei Congsen admitted: "I have sought help from doctors, but it has little effect."
Zhuang Baihua had to say: "In your situation, it is not suitable for you to move around freely outside."
For example, a fast food restaurant had almost all its furnishings destroyed, suffering an unexpected disaster.
Zhuang Baihua said it tactfully, and Wei Congsen understood what he meant and said, "You know, in order to prevent yourself from losing control, you wear a monitoring device on your body to monitor your heart rate and body temperature. Once there is an abnormality, I will insert a needle into your skin and inject a sedative."
Zhuang Baihua was stunned and blurted out: "So this is what happened last time in the scenic area."
Wei Congsen was also stunned: "You are so sharp, you immediately thought of something."
Zhuang Baihua then remembered that Wei Congsen didn't remember having seen him before, so he quickly shut his mouth and listened to Wei Congsen continue.
"Yes, it happened once in the scenic spot. A tourist was injured halfway through the trip. He saw blood and rushed into the woods. Soon the monitoring equipment started working and injected him with a sedative, but it didn't work."
Wei Congsen frowned: "Maybe it has developed drug resistance. Anyway, it just fell down like before. Fortunately, it was in the woods at that time, and only destroyed a tree, and..."
His expression relaxed, and tenderness appeared on his face: "I met Natasha."
Zhuang Baihua: “…”
"Natasha brought me the long-lost peace." Wei Congsen looked at Zhuang Baihua, "This time too, I don't remember anything about that night, but I only remember Natasha."
"Natasha appeared in front of me, like a stream of clear water pouring on my forehead. I came to my senses and found myself in a store. Then I lost consciousness."
Wei Congsen looked at Zhuang Baihua and asked anxiously, "So, did she show up the next day?"
Zhuang Baihua shook his head without changing his expression: "There were only two people at the scene today. We were exhausted from trying to stop you from going crazy. We didn't see any ladies."
Wei Congsen showed disappointment in his eyes. Zhuang Baihua comforted him: "Maybe you thought of Natasha at that time, which awakened your consciousness and caused you to hallucinate and see her."
Wei Congsen had a lost expression, he looked dazed, and his deep facial features looked melancholy.
If this happens again, his dependence on Natasha will deepen, which is not a good sign, so Zhuang Baihua decided to tell Wei Congsen the truth. If he finds out that his goddess is a combination of a scarf, sunglasses and a mask, it will probably exacerbate his lunacy.
Zhuang Baihua told Wei Congsen that no matter what he had experienced before, the past was the past. He was living in the country now and had to abide by domestic laws.
Wei Congsen was supposed to be detained and then deported to Russia. He hired a lawyer and found a mental health agency. Considering the fact that the victim had fled and was not at fault, Wei Congsen had to compensate for all medical expenses and the losses of the restaurant, and his mental state was unstable, he was not detained in a detention center, but was controlled in the community.
It can be seen from this that Wei Congsen had earned a lot of money when he was a mercenary. The lighter punishment this time was largely due to the fact that he obtained a letter of forgiveness from the victim. I wonder how much hush money he gave to the young man who was caught driving under the influence.
Young people also face hit-and-run charges, which is a different matter.
Zhuang Baihua talked to Wei Congsen again, and Wei Congsen promised him that he would receive good treatment and try to get rid of his inner demons and control himself.
Zhuang Baihua took him to see Dr. Zhao, who said that treatment was a long process and that Wei Congsen would need to slowly adapt.
Come to think of it, Wei Congsen also cured himself in Russia before.
But Zhuang Baihua still wants to give it a try.
It took a lot of effort to discover the paranoid boss's illness so quickly, and there may be more plot points later, so Natasha's problem has not been solved.
Zhuang Baihua hopes to give Wei Congsen adequate treatment before the plot point arrives so that he can face the plot with a healthy attitude.
Tang Feng and Xiyin were in a too passive situation before, so they need to take the initiative this time.
Moreover, Zhuang Baihua felt that Wei Congsen still needed to be rescued, and Wei Congsen himself also wanted to save himself.
In order to actively cooperate with Dr. Zhao, Zhuang Baihua used his own methods to help Wei Congsen regain confidence in life.
He took Wei Congsen to the park he often visited.
Since leaving school, Wei Congsen has not continued to teach others boxing in the gym, and has entrusted all tasks to other coaches in the gym.
He no longer encourages others to apply for the card. It seems that Wei Congsen is indeed in a very low mood, which is not conducive to his recovery.
Wei Congsen came to the park and looked at the elderly people exercising in the park. He was not in a good mood and said to Zhuang Baihua, "Do you want me to practice Tai Chi?"
He sighed and said, "It's useless. I've been cultivating myself and learning Chinese martial arts, practicing Wing Chun, which can help alleviate the symptoms a little, but it's just treating the symptoms, not the root cause."
Zhuang Baihua patted the big man on the back and said, "We have to cure the root cause at once and continuously improve to achieve qualitative change from quantitative change. Today I am not here to practice boxing with you, but to cultivate your sentiments."
Wei Congsen: “?”
Zhuang Baihua raised his hand and made a gesture, and Secretary Chen led a group of people and walked over in neat steps.
A group of people walked to the small square in the park and stood in three rows.
They were all middle-aged or elderly people, some even had gray hair, but they were all energetic and stood straight.
He was wearing uniform, holding a booklet in his hand, with his head held high and looking forward.
Wei Congsen was stunned and asked Zhuang Baihua: "What is this for?"
Zhuang Baihua greeted the crowd and said with a smile, "This is the choir I invited from my old university."
Wei Congsen was stunned.
At this time, an old man in formal attire walked out from the first row of the choir. He signaled to Zhuang Baihua and Wei Congsen, then turned around, raised his hand and started clapping. The others spread out the lyrics books in their hands and began to sing.
The loud singing voice suddenly resounded everywhere.
Wei Congsen was stunned. He actually sang "Katyusha".
The atmosphere suddenly became Soviet.