Human ladder

The eighth day of July, the beginning of autumn.

It was rare for Lu Congqi to take off his school uniform and put on a dark blue cardigan shirt with white short sleeves inside, which was clean and fresh for a while.

The nurses in the nursing home liked Lu Congqi very much. They felt that Lu Congqi was handsome and polite, and it made people feel comfortable standing there gently.

Lu Congqi was holding a bouquet of eustomas, and carefully placed the flowers on the counter as it was inconvenient to sign. He lowered his head and signed his name seriously in the column of "Xu Qiuyue" family members, then looked up and smiled at the nurse on duty. .

The little nurse was first shocked by a bouquet of lavender eustomas in the morning, then when she looked up at Lu Congqi, she came up with the idea of ​​comparing Lu Congqi with the flowers.

When he regained his senses again, Lu Congqi had already walked away with light steps.

The little nurse lowered her head and saw the word Lu Congqi, as well as the patient he was going to visit today - Xu Qiuyue.

She had an impression of the patient.

He is a patient who needs to cooperate with withdrawal treatment and psychotherapy. He has severe bipolar disorder and often has panic attacks.

The little nurse also prayed silently, hoping that the patient's condition will be better today, at least not to let down such a beautiful flower and such a good person.

Lu Congqi stood outside the red-brown wooden door, took a deep breath, adjusted his faint smile, raised his hand and knocked on the door lightly three times.

He pushed the door open and went in, and saw the woman sitting on the white swing chair, staring out the window in a daze.

Hearing the sound, the woman turned her head in a daze, and looked at Lu Congqi calmly with her pale eyes.

The woman was wearing a white cotton nightdress with a simple style and was barefoot. She put her feet on the light gray blanket, and from time to time she would make small movements of hooking her toes, making her look like a living thing.

The window was wide open, and the sea breeze from the sea was blowing, and the silk translucent curtains hanging from the floor were lifted by the wind, slightly covering the figure of the woman.

Lu Congqi's footsteps became lighter, staring at the woman, his eyes became a little wet.

He gently placed the bunch of lavender eustoma in Xu Qiuyue's arms, squatted down halfway, raised his head and smiled at Xu Qiuyue: "Happy birthday, my beautiful girl."

Xu Qiuyue's dull eyes slowly shifted to Lu Congqi, tilted his head, raised the corner of his mouth and smiled at Lu Congqi, and said softly, "Good boy, you're really obedient."

——She should have regarded Lu Congqi as a lively child in the kindergarten again.

Xu Qiuyue in Lu Congqi's memory is not what he is now.

At that time, Xu Qiuyue was a kindergarten teacher. She was tall and thin, with fair skin, delicate eyebrows and eyes, small but energetic eyes, and bright red lips naturally, like an elegant meticulous painting.

Lu Congqi's deepest impression of his mother is that she is wearing a skirt and leading a group of children to sing.

The children were noisy, their voices were crisp and clear, surrounding Xu Qiuyue like a bell.

Xu Qiuyue is like the autumn wind being entwined, always able to calm down the restlessness and noise easily.

She just stood there, occasionally getting annoyed by the noise, so she pouted and reasoned with the children: "If you don't obey me, I will get angry?"

However, the current Xu Qiuyue is still thin and thin, wearing a uniform hospital gown all the year round, his eyes are dull and lifeless, sunken in the cheekbones.

From a quiet and elegant meticulous painting to a dirty brush painting that no one appreciates.

Only one thing is needed.

A bunch of chemical ingredients stimulate the central nervous system in the brain - a dose of methamphetamine with a purity of 80.00%.

Xu Qiuyue probably finally recognized who was squatting in front of her, and stretched out her hand tremblingly. The moment her skinny hand touched Lu Congqi, she shrank back as if she was electrocuted——Lu Congqi grabbed her and shrank back. The returning hand guided Xu Qiuyue to touch herself.

The skin on those hands was loose, sallow and thin, like branches that had withered for a long time.

Lu Congqi let that hand rest on his head, and obediently lay on Xu Qiuyue's lap, and said softly, "Mom, I am very obedient today."

At the same time, today is also Friday, the day Wen Yan goes to see a psychiatrist.

This is a private clinic, the doctor's surname is Bai, Wen Yan at least has no repulsion towards her, and can sit down and have a good chat with her.

"I encountered a fight outside the school one night, and I didn't help that person... I walked past him."

Probably because of the long exposure and self-dissection, Wen Yan was a little tired at the moment. He crossed his hands and supported his forehead.

"Do you care about that, or do you regret it?"

When Dr. Bai spoke softly and forcefully, Wen Yan always thought of Lu Congqi at an untimely time. Only then did he realize that Dr. Bai was similar to Lu Congqi in some aspects.

So Wen Yan raised his head, seemed to be seriously recalling his psychological thoughts at that time, and said truthfully: "No, I was very irritable and indifferent... I even hated the person who was beaten. There won't be anything...Doctor, you know, I'm not born with such things as empathy and justice."

Speaking of this, Wen Yan's heart skipped a beat.

Suddenly there was a detail that he missed or deliberately forgot, slowly climbed up with the now familiar feeling.

Because it was as if someone had told him that was wrong, wrong.

Who is it?

There was a voice that clearly emerged from his memory, and his five senses were fully opened for an instant. Even with the familiar singing voice from that night, the unpleasant smell of blood became stronger uncontrollably.

He remembered that Lu Congqi led himself into another alley that day, but just in time to see two men sneaking into the corner with the struggling little boy in their arms.

Wen Yan stood where he was, panic and anger flickered in his trembling eyes, and the rising blood of justice in his chest made him subconsciously prepare to chase after him, but he stopped abruptly again, and immediately adjusted his expression , staring blankly at the little boy's eyes asking for help.

Immediately afterwards, Lu Congqi heard Wen Yan say: "Let's change the road."

Lu Congqi kept watching Wen Yan, saw that Wen Yan was still staring at the direction where the two child abductors disappeared, and opened his mouth to ask, "You're not afraid, so why didn't you save him?"

"Should I save him? Are compassion and justice taken for granted?"

Wen Yan didn't see that Lu Congqi pursed his lips in displeasure, and after a while he finally made up his mind and said to Wen Yan: "You shouldn't be like this, son of Wen Guochao, you shouldn't be like this."

Before Wen Yan could push it back, he saw the thin and gentle Lu Congqi picking up a chair leg on the ground and running towards the direction where the two men disappeared.

Lu Congqi was familiar with the geographical location here, so he took a shortcut and successfully intercepted the two people.

However, Lu Cong, who had just entered the first year of high school, did not have the slightest deterrent effect, and he also had a gentle appearance. When he said the sentence "stop", he almost made the two criminals laugh angrily.

A man wearing sunglasses grinned disdainfully at Lu Congqi and said, "Hey, kid, get out of the way if you don't want to die."

As he said that, he stepped forward and pushed Lu Congqi away, and when he was about to walk over, he threw a brick from behind and hit the man on the head hard and accurately.

"Didn't you hear me stop?"

Wen Yan was playing with a fighting knife in one hand and a brick in his other hand. He was standing at the entrance of the alley, looking at this side coldly.

The alleyway was dark, only a faint light in the distance was on.

Wen Yan's whole body was so arrogant that even the strands of his hair were out of place. He rushed to Lu Congqi, nuzzled his chin, and said calmly: "Call the police, call someone."

Lu Congqi didn't know where his confidence in Wen Yan came from. When he arrived with his men, Wen Yan was sitting on top of the man, holding a fighting knife and preparing to stab him.

The man kept screaming, and had been stabbed with more than a dozen shallow wounds on his face and body.

Another man in sunglasses was photographed and fainted aside.

Wen Yan raised his head, staring at Lu Congqi with his bloodshot eyes, a few drops of blood splashed on his face, making him look like a vicious and vicious person in the dark night, bloodthirsty and brutal.

But Lu Congqi clearly remembered that this person was only 15 years old.

Wen Yan stopped attacking, walked to the little boy, picked him up, and ignored anyone who spoke to him.

The group of them returned to the kindergarten, and the parents who came over after hearing the news snatched the child from Wen Yan's hands without saying a word, hugged the child and cried loudly, while checking whether the child was injured.

Wen Yan's arms were trembling due to the spasm of the excessive force, and he even maintained the posture of holding the child.

He hadn't had time to heal the wounds on his own body, but he stared blankly at the scene and counted silently—father, mother, son...all of them were missing.

Until Lu Congqi didn't know when he squatted down in front of Wen Yan holding a cotton swab, carefully inspecting Wen Yan's injuries, and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

Kindergarten broadcasting has changed to new nursery rhymes.

Lu Congqi and Wen Yan are no strangers.

It was a song that Lu Congqi's mother often taught the children to sing, and over time, Lu Congqi also learned it.

"In the blue sky and the Milky Way, there is a little white boat"

"There is an osmanthus tree on the boat, and the white rabbit is playing."

Crying, footsteps, and singing were all around.

Wen Yan nodded dully, and asked Lu Congqi, "What should I do? I think it's very cool to treat them like that."

Lu Congqi paused for wiping Wen Yan's wound, and his expression was calm after hearing this.

After Wen Yan’s wounds were healed, he said: “Because he was powerless to change the fate of the victims, he denied and belittled all the victims… and then suppressed his empathy and sense of justice. I hate and hate criminals, want to To abuse them, to kill them... is it?"

Wen Yan looked at Lu Congqi's cold face that seemed to be coated with a layer of moonlight, and nodded as if bewitched.

Then, he heard Lu Congqi say indifferently: "It's okay, it's normal."

The nursery rhyme was still singing, which brought Wen Yan back to reality.

He raised his head again and met Dr. Shangbai's calm and steady gaze, and his heart tightened in vain.

The source of the sound is your own phone ringtone.

Wen Yan took out his phone, wiped the cold sweat off his brow, and smiled apologetically at Dr. Bai.

Just at this time, Lu Congqi gently closed the door of the ward, and the red-brown wooden door clicked.

There were singing voices coming from the crack of the door in the house, as if sending Lu Congqi off.

Lu Congqi stepped on the floor and walked further and further.

But the singing voice followed him like a shadow, echoing in his ears all the time.

[The paddles are invisible.

Neither did the boat capsize.

Float, float, float to the west...]