Xiao Lang Jing

Sitting on the long-distance bus to Qinghe, Zhao Meng's mood was still restless.He asked for leave without mentioning it to anyone, and came to Qinghe alone according to the address Wei Xiaolong gave.

In front of the building with its closed gate, the half-peeled words "Psychiatric Diagnosis and Treatment Center of the Fourth People's Hospital" can be vaguely seen on the outer wall.Six years ago, because of a medical accident of "the patient accidentally fell to death while fleeing", it was reported in the media for a while, and it was reported again four years ago and ordered to be rectified. Qinghe Rehabilitation Center has also changed its course and started a new business under someone else's brand.

Zhao Meng walked to the rusty door, and there was actually a retired security guard on duty in the security box. Seeing him looking around furtively, he came over with a bunch of keys for questioning.Zhao Meng had a fierce appearance, and he was very timid when he was only wearing casual clothes, and he dangled in front of the closed gate where ordinary people would not patronize, no one would think he looked like a good person.Fortunately, he carried his police officer ID with him, and after showing it, the janitor's expression softened a lot.

There was vigilance in his original expression, and Zhao Meng's years of professional intuition could be captured in just a moment.But I wondered, why should I feel vigilant, the place was closed early in the morning, and now it has been sealed as this virtue, it is just an abandoned building.Relying on his special status, he opened his mouth and asked what was in his heart.

The aged security guard seemed to be filled with emotion suddenly.

"Sin..." he rambled on about the history of the rehabilitation center.

After the accident, the province sent people to come several times.At the beginning, it was to investigate the qualifications of diagnosis and treatment, and then began to adjust the surveillance video, and even the judiciary came to the scene to turn it around.Unexpectedly, in the middle of the investigation, a person died suddenly, and the media swarmed to report some content.Later, the person in charge of the center's monitoring of the course of the disease fled suddenly and took away a few hard drives in the computer room. Before the arrest warrant was issued, this matter was posted on the Internet, calling for human flesh to make a fuss. In the end, the province temporarily shelved it in order to appease the public's emotions. unfinished investigations.It didn't take long for the leadership team to change, and the messenger came, but those few hard drives disappeared, and it was difficult to follow up. This delay has actually dragged on until now.

"In the beginning, there were family members who came to make trouble, but they disappeared later. It is said that the city came forward to appease them and got a pension. There were also reporters who wanted to come, but according to the regulations, we can't let people in. This place is so deserted. It’s been almost four years, and it’s very evil. I’m never on duty at night. Some people say that those buildings are haunted at night, and some people keep crying. I don’t want to work here anymore. I just asked my boss last week. Will anyone come, or if no one comes, I'll just go home and take care of myself, but you came. Are you sent by them to take over here?"

Zhao Meng was a little embarrassed.He was just an ordinary little policeman. He was suddenly stared at by the security guard with such eager eyes, and his heart felt weak for a while. Accident information? The more detailed the better."

The uncle looked at him for a while.

"It was cleared up by the investigation team, why didn't they give you the file?" Then I thought about it again, "Maybe it's not allowed to check. I heard it mentioned a few times by the reporters who stayed here. The water is very deep."

As soon as he raised his head, he saw the disappointed look in Zhao Meng's eyes that he couldn't hide, and felt that this young man was very dedicated to his work, so he greeted him, "Stay here for a while!" and turned back to the guard box.When he came out again, he had a colorfully printed flyer in his hand.

The flyer is wrinkled, the paper is very thin, and the typesetting and color matching are a bit rough. At first glance, it is not a promotional material for commercial purposes.Zhao Meng took it over and took a look. There was a line of words printed on the headline printed in Chinese Xinwei font——

We are waiting for you, Clear River Rehabilitation Center parties looking for programs.

He looked at the man on duty in a daze.

"A group of small patients organized by themselves, all young people." The uncle answered him in a low voice, "The manager won't allow it. They came to distribute leaflets a few times, but they were all confiscated. I just kept a few. I think the children It’s not easy either. It’s hard to find official stuff now, there are only a few private records left, but don’t say I gave it to you, I’m about to retire and I don’t want to look for trouble.”

Zhao Meng's eyes lit up.

"The person who initiated this operation also received treatment in the rehabilitation center? Can they still be contacted?"

"There are a few. Now young people have a lot of tricks. They don't seem to do much on the street. They mainly do it online. I don't know much about how to do it. Just read the leaflets. It says .”

Hearing this, Zhao Meng hurriedly read the leaflet in his hand carefully.There is indeed a Weibo address marked on it.

"Regarding the Qinghe Rehabilitation Center, there are still many twists and turns that have not been recorded, and many lost partners have not been found. How are you doing now? Up to now, there are still many patients who have not received a fair apology and compensation. Rights protection is a long and arduous task, we need more people to stand up and need your help, to tell your true story to the world, so that the rights and interests of more patients who have been buried until now can be truly valued and compensated. If You are still here, please contact us, we will always be there waiting for you. This world needs more courage and love."

There was such a paragraph at the end of the leaflet. Looking at them, Zhao Meng suddenly remembered what Wei Xiaolong had said to him, hoping that he could save Song Qiran.Zhao Meng's mood is complicated, now he knows why Wei Xiaolong gave him this address.

Before coming here, he only had a vague idea of ​​what happened to Song Qiran. He knew that he had been injured and had sequelae, but it was difficult for him to empathize with that experience.After arriving here, especially after seeing the leaflet, he suddenly realized that it was a collective accident that happened to many people.An individual's pain will converge into a group of pain. No matter how many years pass, there are still people who cannot rely on themselves to get out.Those who have been treated here are calling for more people to stand up, and they just want to gather more companions to participate in self-help.Hope and despair are always accompanied by each other. According to this, how much courage and love are needed to smooth out the leftover pain.

It's not that Zhao Meng is afraid to face the challenge, he's just afraid that what he can do is not enough - that's Song Qiran's business, and he can't wait to burn 120% of his energy to help him complete it.

Zhao Meng couldn't help wondering whether Song Qiran was a test deliberately given to him by God, and it was brought into his life to make up for the shadow and regret that he failed to rescue those children in Luojiashan back then.When Wei Xiaolong begged him that night, Zhao Meng didn't give him an answer, but deep down in Zhao Meng's heart, he was convinced very early on that yes, he wanted to save him, whether it was for Song Qiran or for himself. The hurdle he crossed, of course he wanted to save him.But what should he do?

The phone in his trouser pocket buzzed, and it turned out to be a call from Song Qiran.

"Where are you?"

Zhao Meng heard the sound of Song Qiran tapping the receiver lightly, and the back of his eyes suddenly felt sour. He didn't know what was going on, and it was obviously fine, but he missed him for no reason.

"I'm not in the provincial capital." He said secretly.

"I know, I happened to go back to Qinghe too." Speaking of this, Song Qiran added, as if worried that Zhao Meng would misunderstand, "I didn't intend to follow you, didn't I tell you that my father was hospitalized...? I Come back and have a look, it happens that you are here, I just want to give you a call..."

"Is your dad okay? Is it serious?"

"It's okay." Song Qiran replied, "There's my mother, and besides, I'm busy with company affairs. I plan to leave this evening, so I want to ask you, do you need me to give you a ride? I'm driving."

He asked Zhao Meng a question, the foreshadowing was long, and he made a careful detour.Zhao Meng desperately tensed the muscles around his eyes so as not to reveal his emotions, and then he replied in a gentle voice that surprised him even after hearing it: "Okay."

Song Qiran came here wearing a windbreaker. After autumn, the temperature dropped a bit, and the wind picked up again in the evening. He leaned against the front of the car across the road and waited for Zhao Meng with the collar of his windbreaker wrapped around him. waved to him.

On the way across the road towards him, Zhao Meng kept organizing his words in his mind, thinking about what he was going to say to Song Qiran at the beginning.He had decided early on that Song Qiran didn't like him that much, it didn't matter, their relationship might just be based on Song Qiran's rejection of pain, but that didn't matter.For him to fall on such a person, it was a matter of inexplicable reason and no solution. He just likes Song Qiran, and this person still needs him so much now, how could he choose to walk away at this time.

Zhao Meng planned to speak, but just as he walked in front of Song Qiran, he took away his lines.

He said: "Sorry, I was wrong, I have reflected on it, and I should have told you the truth from the beginning."

Zhao Meng was stunned, he didn't expect Song Qiran to apologize.In front of him, Song Qiran looked at him sincerely, with both hands clasped around his chest, both pinching the collar of the windbreaker nervously.He was waiting for Zhao Meng's answer.Zhao Meng thought to himself what virtue and ability he deserved, and he deserved Song Qiran's solemnity. He couldn't speak, so he could only lean over, embrace Song Qiran, and give him a hug.

The gap between his two arms was wide enough to block the wind and cold. Song Qiran was pressed there. After a long time, his tense upper body finally slowly relaxed.

"Well, I promise not to blame you. But you have to promise me one condition."

Sitting in the passenger seat of Song Qiran's car, Zhao Meng whispered to him secretly.The driver could only focus on the front, Song Qiran frowned with a confused and nervous look, which gave him a rare opportunity to tease people.

"What do you want me to promise?" Song Qiran asked.

"Speak straight from now on. Can you do it?"

"kindness."

"No matter when, as long as I ask, you can only tell the truth to me, and you can't pick and choose. You have to tell the truth, understand."

Song Qiran nodded.

"it is good."

Zhao Meng cleared his throat.

"Then I will ask now."

Song Qiran pricked up his ears energetically, like a little rabbit.

Zhao Meng asked: "When you first met me, what did you think of me?"

Song Qiran couldn't hold back a snort, he pursed his lips and held back for a while, then replied embarrassedly:

"I don't have any special ideas, I just think you're funny."

"Fun?" Zhao Meng frowned. He hadn't expected this answer, but it was better than not liking it at first glance. He asked, "What's a good way to play?"

"It's interesting to see you get embarrassed." Song Qiran replied.Zhao Meng's eyes darkened, and he remembered the fateful and embarrassing morning after the first night of the two of them.

"Then you just laughed at me in your heart while continuing to run over to provoke me?"

"I didn't laugh at you, I just wanted to annoy you," Song Qiran said, "I liked it when you sent me a photo. I thought you were such a grown-up, and you even secretly took pictures of your abs to show off, so cute."

"You're so cute." Zhao Meng protested unhappily, and Song Qiran quickly used those two words to describe him, which made him chill.

"What about the rest," he asked again, "How do you feel the next few times?"

"I was a little tired the next few times," Song Qiran replied honestly, "You recover your physical strength too quickly, and you need more times, but every time you look looking forward to it, I'm embarrassed to say no."

Zhao Meng's forehead twitched, feeling a little ashamed, but he couldn't say anything - he was clearly the one who wanted everyone to tell the truth just now.

"But I'm not saying it's bad," Song Qiran hurriedly added, fearing that he might misunderstand. He nodded, nodding vigorously, "I still like it, really."

He is very sincere when he puts emphasis on something, and he is so obedient.Zhao Meng stared at his serious side face, thinking that this is actually a very obedient child.He has such a good family, such a good talent, if there were no such bad things ten years ago, would he be a particularly bright and loving child now?

But even if Song Qiran didn't become like that, Zhao Meng still thought he was cute enough, so he wanted to tease him one last time, asking:

"Then what will happen if you don't match me when you use social software for the first time?"

Song Qiran shook his head.

"I don't know. At that time, I felt that I couldn't live like this anymore, and the medicine was stopped. If I didn't meet you and I couldn't overcome those side effects, I might have to die."

Zhao Meng's smile froze on his face.Song Qiran's tone was flat, but he heard a sudden pain in his chest, as if a few ribs were broken by being punched in the chest, and he was caught off guard and lost his footing.

Until now, it is still difficult for him to get used to how important he is to Song Qiran, so important that sometimes even he himself feels scared.

He suddenly called out, "Stop...!"

Song Qiran was taken aback. He couldn't look away from the front, so he could only open his eyes and said in a panic, "But this is high speed!"

"Pull over, emergency lane!" Zhao Meng ordered in a rough voice, and Song Qiran turned on the double flashing suspiciously, and slowed down.He said in his mouth: "The car didn't break down. This violates the traffic rules. There is a camera not far in front. You will be detained—"

He couldn't finish.As soon as the car stopped, Zhao Meng broke his shoulder and blocked his mouth.

"I know someone from the traffic police brigade, I'll let you go through the back door," he whispered in a hoarse voice, and the rest of the words disappeared from his lips, "You don't move, if you don't move, I will kiss you, if you want to move again, I'll take care of you at the next rest stop."

Song Qiran was obedient, and he didn't move.

Zhao Meng licked his tongue and smelled his body for a long time until he calmed down.They didn't actually speak clearly, no one knows what's going on with their mouths sticking together like this, but Zhao Meng couldn't help it.No one has ever said such a serious word to him in this life, Zhao Meng felt that it was a love word, full of the meaning of "I need you".What else can he say, of course, is to say "yes".

After finally kissing enough, Zhao Meng let go of Song Qiran, rested his chin on his soft hair and said to him: "I think you are actually quite troublesome."

Song Qiran tensed up, but still quietly waiting for the second half of Zhao Meng's words.

"You see, you still need to take medicine when you can't see me, you don't know how to live well, you need someone to take care of you, and you tend to be a little violent when you lose control of your emotions, I'm really afraid that you will do something impulsive next time. " Zhao Meng looked down at him, Song Qiran's bright eyes shimmered in the twilight, Zhao Meng smiled, pinched his chin,

"So I think to be on the safe side, it's best to have a policeman by your side."