After getting into the car, Zhou Yan asked lightly, "Mr. Song, where are we going?"
Song Yu is silent, he originally planned to go to the nursing home by himself, and just now he deliberately provoked Meng Shiping to call Zhou Yanqing.
Zhou Yan rested his hands lightly on the steering wheel, looked ahead, and waited quietly for Song Yu's answer.
"Go to Wan'an Nursing Home." After a while, Song Yu finally replied.
Zhou Yanqing tightened his grip on the steering wheel, then let it go quickly: "Okay, I'll drive the navigation."
The black SUV nimbly drove out of the community and onto the main road. The Wan'an Nursing Home is in the suburbs, and it would take more than an hour to drive without traffic jams. Zhou Yan glanced sideways at Song Yu slightly, and seeing his eyes were red, he said softly, "Teacher Song, please sleep for a while."
Song Yu glanced at the gloomy sky outside the car window and nodded, paused for a moment, remembering that Zhou Yanqing was driving, and replied, "Okay."
Zhou Yanqing stopped talking, and Song Yu, who was sitting in the co-pilot, didn't move at all, and he didn't even adjust his posture.
The car drove onto the elevated highway and drove away from the bustling and busy streets of the big city. Being at the commanding heights of the city, the gloomy sky cleared up, the sun peeked out from the layers of clouds, and the sunlight shone into the car through the windshield.
The sun is very warm and dazzling. Zhou Yanqing tried to help Song Yu get off the sun visor. He first glanced at Song Yu distractedly, but found that the other party was leaning on the car window with his elbows on the car window, and his head was tilted with one hand and he was concentrating. looking at myself.
Zhou Yanqing hurriedly withdrew his gaze, and said falteringly, "Song, Mr. Song, you, you are awake."
Song Yu didn't fall asleep, just closed his eyes and rested his mind. When the car got on the elevated road, he opened his eyes and saw Zhou Yanqing's focused side face. The golden autumn sun set a golden border on his body, and the faint halo swayed gently.
The picture was very pleasing to the eye, so he didn't make a sound, but he didn't expect that the one who was peeped was more nervous than the one who was peeping.
Song Yu shifted his gaze from Zhou Yanqing's face to his bony hands, and asked, "You got your driver's license at school? Do you often drive? You look very proficient."
Although Zhou Yanqing had been prepared for a long time, Zhou Yanqing's back was still stiff for a moment, and he tapped the steering wheel with his index finger before he replied: "University exam, I have a classmate who is a rich second generation, and we often travel by car. He I will do my best to drive."
A person's behavior and habits for many years are always revealed inadvertently. Zhou Yanqing has been out of school for more than two years, and many of his habits no longer look like a college student. Although he tried his best to hide it, in some cases he couldn't hide it. For example, like today, he deliberately pretended to be a novice. Perhaps Song Yu would not let him drive with him in the future, so many situations he could foresee Answers were drafted in advance.
The self-driving tour is indeed a real thing. During the winter and summer vacations, Anbei will drive out his own car and call the other three people in the dormitory to play around for a few days, and the four will take turns driving.
Thinking of An Bei, the corners of Zhou Yan's slightly raised mouth drooped again.
Wan'an Sanatorium was built in a wetland park on the outskirts of the city. The environment is beautiful and tree-lined. It is the most undisputed part of this flashy city. Just by looking at the location, you can predict the high charges.
The car stopped in the outdoor parking lot in front of the main building of the nursing home. From the area of the parking lot, it can be seen that the size of the nursing home is not very large, but it is actually quite normal, and things are rare and expensive.
Zhou Yan took off his seat belt lightly, suppressed his little heart that was about to move, and asked, "Mr. Song, do you need me to accompany you upstairs?"
Song Yu had already straddled the outside of the car with one foot, and stopped when he heard the words.
In the past, every time he came here, he was accompanied by Meng Shiping, but later it was replaced by Han Jin, and occasionally the three of them would come together. They didn't need to ask for their own opinions, so he just got out of the car habitually.
"There is a coffee shop on the first floor of Building 2, you can wait for me there." Song Yu hesitated before answering.
Zhou Yanqing was a little disappointed, but he quickly convinced himself not to be in a hurry, so he nodded and said, "Okay, then call me if you have anything to do."
"good."
The voice and the sound of the door closing sounded at the same time.
Zhou Yan watched Song Yu walk into the gate of the main building lightly before looking away. Instead of getting out of the car, he took out his mobile phone and searched for "Wan'an Nursing Home".
The official website of the nursing home introduced everything in detail. Zhou Yanqing skipped the hype about culture, environment, projects and other introductions, quickly browsed through it, and captured the key information from the end of the introduction. center".
Clenching her teeth unconsciously, Zhou Yan lightly closed her eyes and slammed her head heavily on the steering wheel.
"Boom boom boom".
There was a knocking sound in his ear, Zhou Yanqing raised his head subconsciously, and met Song Yu's eyes outside the car window before he could put away the bitterness on his face.
Zhou Yan was stunned, and he didn't press the button to lower the window in a panic until Song Yu pointed to the window glass.
Song Yu looked down at Zhou Yanqing from a high position. He clearly saw the little assistant frowning and clenching her teeth through the car window just now, looking in pain, but now the little assistant was leaning on the car window and raised her brows with a calm expression.
"Teacher Song, what's the matter?"
Song Yu asked back: "What's wrong with you?"
Zhou Yan pretended to be stupid: "I'm fine."
Song Yu's index finger poked Zhou Yanqing's forehead, but he didn't touch it. He said, "Here, it's red, and there's still a mark."
"Yes, is it?" Zhou Yan was so embarrassing that he wanted to get into the fuel tank. He rubbed his forehead with the back of his hand and made up an excuse, "I just have a headache and I want to ride it for a while."
Seeing that Zhou Yanqing rubbed the back of his hand several times but failed to find the right position, Song Yu stretched out his hand again, and this time he gently pressed his thumb against Zhou Yanqing's smooth forehead, and said in a low voice, "Here .” Withdrawing his hand, he asked again, “Does it hurt?”
Zhou Yanqing's mind has turned into a pot of boiling paste, and he stammered: "No, it doesn't hurt very much, it will be fine if you blow it."
Song Yu hesitated for a moment, then asked him: "Then is there any problem with you going upstairs with me?"
"Of course no problem!" Zhou Yanqing barely restrained his excitement.
Song Yu chuckled lightly: "Then let's go."
Zhou Yanqing followed Song Yu into the hall, the receptionist immediately got up and bowed, and Song Yu nodded slightly. Zhou Yanqing took a quick glance. There were other people wearing light gray and blue work uniforms in the hall. Perhaps it was because there were mentally ill patients who were difficult to take care of, so the expressions on the faces of every staff member were very solemn.
The elevator stopped on the seventh floor. After the elevator door opened, Song Yu waited for a while before getting out of the elevator. Zhou Yanqing clearly heard Song Yu's heavy inhalation sound, as if it took a lot of courage to step out of this door, and he was encouraging himself.
Zhou Yanqing stood behind Song Yuxie, glanced worriedly at Song Yu's unnaturally stretched neck, and took two quick steps to follow.
After getting out of the elevator, they walked through a spacious corridor, turned right, and then an iron gate appeared in their sight.
How could there be such a door in a nursing home? Zhou Yanqing wondered if he had gone to the wrong place, but Song Yu kept walking forward without squinting.
When Zhou Yanqing walked to the door, he discovered that there was a comprehensive service desk near the iron gate, and there were two staff members, a man and a woman.
Seeing Song Yu, the female nurse immediately came up to meet her, took out the key and opened the iron door from the inside.
Zhou Yanqing was very surprised, the door was locked? But after thinking about it, it was very reasonable. All the people living here were mentally ill. This locked iron door should be to prevent the patients from getting lost or escaping.
The female nurse was quite young, probably under 30 years old, and she couldn't hide the joy on her face. As soon as the door opened, she couldn't wait to say: "Mr. Song, you are here, shall I take you to the ward?"
Song Yu nodded, and replied in a deep voice, "No, thank you."
The corner of the female nurse's mouth drooped immediately, but she still maintained her professionalism, and replied with a smile: "Okay, then call me if you have anything to do."
Zhou Yanqing brushed past the nurse, and he nodded and smiled as a greeting. A trace of surprise flashed across the female nurse's face, and then she immediately raised a professional smile.
The two walked on the promenade one after the other, and the soles of their shoes stepped on the smooth ground, making a uniform "tattling" sound, as if stepping on the tip of a person's heart, making the heart tremble.
There are wards on both sides of the corridor, which is similar to the layout of the inpatient department of a hospital. The difference is that the doors of each ward here are closed, and you can faintly hear voices coming from the ward. Some people are singing the national anthem, some are yelling, Sobbing, all kinds of voices mixed together and echoed in the long corridor, making people's hands and feet feel cold.
When he was about to walk to the end, Song Yu stopped in front of a ward. He looked at the milky white ward door and couldn't lift his hand, as if there was an invisible force tightly clutching his wrist so that he couldn't move.
Zhou Yanqing stood behind Song Yu, his deep gaze lingered on Song Yu's desolate back, and his heart ached. Because he knew that opening this door was equivalent to tearing Song Yu's heart open.
After a while, Song Yu turned his head slightly, and he said softly: "My mother was depressed at first, and later suffered from schizophrenia. She has thinking disorders and has violent tendencies."
Song Yu's tone was very calm, and Zhou Yanqing keenly felt that Song Yu was not describing his mother's illness to him, but more like giving him a warning, telling him that his mother had violent tendencies and might be dangerous.
"Okay." Zhou Yan replied softly.
"Um."
Song Yu finally raised his hand and knocked on the door.
There were eager footsteps inside the door, and soon, the door opened from the inside.
"Mr. Song, you are here."
The door was opened by a middle-aged woman with a kind face. The moment she saw Song Yu, her expression instantly became alive.
"Aunt Zhao, long time no see." Song Yu greeted politely.
Aunt Zhao: "Come in, come in."
It looks like an ordinary ward from the outside, but it is a large living room when you enter the door. There are two doors in the living room, one is closed and the other is ajar. Zhou Yanqing guessed that it should be two bedrooms. It is a small room with two bedrooms and one living room.
Zhou Yanqing took the paper cup from Aunt Zhao and said politely, "Hello, I am Mr. Song's work assistant, just call me Xiao Zhou."
Aunt Zhao is a kind-hearted person with the enthusiasm unique to middle-aged women. She patted Zhou Yanqing's arm and said "very good" several times.
"Aunt Zhao, is my mother asleep?" Song Yu, who had been silent since entering the door, finally spoke.
Aunt Zhao looked at the half-hidden door, frowned and sighed: "No, recently my wife likes to sit by the window, and she doesn't let anyone get close to her, so I'll just watch outside."
"I'll go see her."
Song Yu got up, and Aunt Zhao also stood up immediately, and said nervously, "Shall I go in with you?"
Zhou Yanqing was puzzled. Aunt Zhao's behavior was a bit weird. She seemed to be very scared, but Song Yu saw that her mother had something to be afraid of
Song Yu shook his head and said "no need", walked straight to the half-covered door, and then closed it tightly.
However, within half a minute, a hysterical curse from a woman suddenly came from the room.
"Song Yanshan, you bastard!"
"You still have the face to come here, you villain!"
"I curse you to die forever!"
In addition to cursing, Zhou Yanqing also heard heavy slaps.
"Teacher Song!" Zhou Yanqing's movements were faster than his thoughts, and Zhou Yanqing subconsciously rushed forward.
Aunt Zhao's movements were faster than Zhou Yanqing, a young, strong and active young man. She rushed up to open the door, but she twisted the handle twice before realizing that the door was locked.
"Mr. Song! Mr. Song!" She yelled twice, probably guessing that there would be no response, so she looked at Zhou Yanqing as if asking for help, "What should I do?"
Zhou Yanqing's tongue was bitter, his hands were trembling uncontrollably, he could imagine what kind of picture it was inside, and he also understood why Song Yu had to straighten his back habitually when he walked into every door of this nursing home.
"Aunt Zhao, let me go." Zhou Yanqing's chest seemed to be blocked by a few boulders, and he managed to squeeze out these words from the cracks in the stones.
I don't know where the strength came from, but the heavy door was knocked open with just one blow. The door panel smashed against the wall and bounced back to slap Zhou Yanqing's right side of his body hard. He froze in place unconsciously.
In the room, a woman with gray temples was sitting in a wheelchair, and Song Yu half-kneeled in front of her. There were five bright red fingerprints on her cheeks, and several bloody scratches on her neck, which was shocking.
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My understanding of schizophrenia is limited to the information that can be found on the Internet. There is too much artistic processing in the article, so don't take it seriously. As for the description of the sanatorium, I refer to the closed ward of the mental hospital, which really has iron doors and will be locked.