"That's hard to say." Xie Yuyao stood beside Zhao Honghui, holding his hand tightly to offer silent reassurance.
"I've heard of a particular kind of abnormal mental illness where people take pleasure in stealing. No matter what your family background or circumstances are, if you have this kind of mental disorder, you will become addicted to stealing."
As soon as Xie Yuyao finished speaking, the passengers started discussing it.
Honestly, people who can afford sleeper berths are either rich, powerful, or well-connected. Who would steal for a little money?
If what this girl said is true, then it's not surprising.
"This kind of kleptomania doesn't develop overnight. If you investigate the people around you from childhood to adulthood, you'll definitely find clues. Can you honestly say that you've always done it without anyone noticing?"
cannot.
The man thought to himself.
Not to mention investigating the surrounding area, he was caught red-handed several times, but his father always managed to smooth things over and he never left a criminal record.
But these things can't be investigated. If Zhao Honghui reports them to his superiors, they'll find out everything. Not only will he go to jail, but his father will also suffer.
Thinking of this, the man clutched his wrist and howled, only saying that he should find a doctor immediately, and dared not blame Zhao Honghui in the slightest.
In fact, he had already judged during the day that Xie Yuyao and Zhao Honghui were extraordinary people. But if he could steal something from such people, wouldn't he feel a greater sense of accomplishment?
But reason told him that if he were discovered, the consequences would be unimaginable. This wasn't his hometown, where he could do whatever he wanted. Anyway, if he got caught, his father would clean up the mess. But if he didn't get caught, he could get a different kind of pleasure and satisfaction.
As night deepened, the man tossed and turned, unable to sleep, until the wee hours of the morning, when he finally couldn't resist making his move.
He hadn't expected Zhao Honghui to be so ruthless, breaking his hand right off the bat. Even more unexpected was how Xie Yuyao had so quickly uncovered his hidden secret.
At that moment, he was like a monkey in a zoo, standing naked in the crowd, being pointed at and ridiculed by others.
He wished a crack would suddenly appear in the car so he could crawl inside and hide.
Seeing his pathetic state, everyone understood perfectly well.
Ultimately, he was taken away by the train police, and Zhao Honghui and Xie Yuyao also went with him to give their statements.
As for his hand, he received emergency treatment from a fellow passenger doctor and is awaiting further medical attention at the next stop.
As Xie Yuyao turned to leave, the man suddenly spoke up: "Can it be cured?"
Xie Yuyao turned around and saw the struggle in his eyes.
“I’ve met so many people since I was a child, and you’re the first person to say this is a mental illness. You must know a lot about this, right? So, please tell me, is there a way to cure it? I didn’t want this to happen either.” The man clutched his hair tightly with his uninjured hand, looking full of regret.
"You'd better see a psychologist." Xie Yuyao didn't know much about this either; she had only heard about it in her previous life and hadn't looked into it seriously.
There seems to be an aversion therapy that involves electric shocks or induced vomiting, but she only heard about it briefly and didn't take it seriously.
When I returned to my seat, the other passengers had already gone back to their berths to sleep.
"Go to sleep." Zhao Honghui lifted the blanket off Xie Yuyao's bed first, letting her lie down and rest.
Xie Yuyao hugged him from behind, a pang of pain rising in her heart.
During this time, she vaguely sensed Zhao Honghui's inner obsession, but she never expected that his obsession was so deep.
It is said that people who have experienced life and death will have their personalities changed to some extent.
Xie Yuyao knew that she had become his deepest obsession. While she was moved, she also secretly warned herself that she would never give anyone the opportunity to hurt her.
When the two returned to Qingshantun, it was already autumn.
Sow a single grain in spring, reap ten thousand in autumn. Harvest season is the most beautiful time of year for farmers.
In the golden autumn of Hongqi Commune, rice, wheat, and other crops, carrying the deep affection of the soil and the joy of the farmers, are successively harvested, and everywhere there is a row of joyous harvest scenes.
Tractors in Qingshan Village are transporting harvested rice back and forth, and children who go to school in town can only walk.
Xie Yuyao and Zhao Honghui encountered this group of children on the way.
"Sister Yao Yao, you're back!" Xiao Hu shouted happily, and when he saw Zhao Honghui next to her, he jumped three feet high with excitement.
These children had heard their parents talk about how amazing Zhao Honghui was since they were little, and they all took him as their role model.
Having not seen him for so long, Zhao Honghui's aura was even more imposing. Knowing that Zhao Honghui meant no harm, they admired and worshipped him even more.
Xie Yuyao shared the snacks she had specially bought in Beijing with the children and listened to them talk about the little things that had happened in Qingshantun over the past few months.
When she got to the funny parts, she laughed heartily with the children, just like a big kid herself.
Zhao Honghui watched quietly as she mingled with the children, a slight smile never fading from his lips.
When they arrived at Qingshantun, the people working in the fields were so excited to see Zhao Honghui and Xie Yuyao returning with the children that they spread the news far and wide.
Soon, Zhao Honghui's family and the educated youth team put down what they were doing and came to greet him.
Yang Chunhua pulled Zhao Honghui's arm and looked him over from all angles, afraid that he had suffered some serious injury and would suffer long-term effects.
Old Zhao's eyes reddened, and the honest and kind man could only say, "It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back."
Other relatives and friends also gathered around, asking him all sorts of questions about his past experiences.
Xie Yuyao was also surrounded by familiar members of the community and educated youth team, who asked her about her experiences in Beijing.
Most people knew that she went to Beijing to find clues about Zhao Honghui and were determined to rescue him. They were deeply moved by her deep affection.
The educated youth were even more worried that she might put herself in danger and meet with misfortune.
Even after Zhao Honghui emerged from the glacier, he called Qingshantun to let them know he was safe. Xie Yuyao also called Qingshantun to inform them that Zhao Honghui had arrived in Beijing and would not be back for some time because filming was not yet finished.
Now that they saw the two of them standing in front of them, the concerned crowd finally felt relieved.
Since it was mid-afternoon, after the excitement, everyone returned to the fields for the autumn harvest, while Xie Yuyao returned to the educated youth compound alone.
Looking at these familiar buildings and houses, a sense of loss and change welled up inside me.
She can hardly imagine how she managed to live alone before, especially with a couple next door who were constantly being fed dog food (a Chinese slang term for witnessing public displays of affection).
Now that Zhao Honghui is back, she can start showing off their love again!
Meanwhile, Zhao Honghui returned home surrounded by his family and briefly recounted his experience.
The focus was on what he saw and heard in Beijing, while the suffering he endured on the glacier was glossed over under the pretext of mission secrecy.
Returning to the home where he grew up, and seeing his dear family members, he felt a sense of relief and ease wash over him.
After exchanging greetings, Yang Chunhua's expression became somewhat unnatural: "Honghui, what are your plans with Yaoyao?"
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