Chapter 34 Chapter 34 He is really crazy
"Fly~ Let's fly on a plane~"
The man in front of me was holding two cabbage leaves in his hands. He said he was riding a plane, but he was flapping his wings up and down like a bird. The open space given to him by the onlookers was his airport, and he kept flying around in circles.
He Shengwei, it’s definitely He Shengwei.
Even though Shen Miao had only seen him once, she recognized him at first sight.
But, how could he become like this in just over a month? ? ?
Compared to the last time we met at his home, He Shengwei had lost a lot of weight, his hair was messy, and he no longer had the spirited look of an excellent college student. His clothes were still the same ones he was wearing last time we met, but with several patches on them, and the belt used to fasten his pants was replaced by a simple thick hemp rope.
Shen Miao could be sure that he was really crazy this time.
Shen Miao had always been very curious about how Grandpa could tell at a glance whether someone was pretending to be crazy or really lost his mind. It was not until she saw He Shengwei's appearance today that she realized that the difference between the real and the fake was so huge.
Just like a wooden barrel filled with water, it looks heavy, but the sound of rolling is actually very different.
At this moment, He Shengwei's eyes were vague, as if he "could not see" people. He was completely immersed in his own world. But the last time I saw him at his home, his eyes were bright. Even if he was crazy, his gaze would be fixed on someone.
Apart from that, his limbs seemed to be out of his control. His hands and feet were shaking, a bit like a child wearing adult clothes. It was difficult to hold up the fabric completely, and while taking care of one side, the other side would droop down.
Yu City is so small, I can actually run into him here, but...
I don’t know if it was because he sensed the burning emotion in Shen Miao’s eyes, but He Shengwei, who was “flying”, suddenly turned his head and ran towards Shen Miao.
"Sister, do you want to take a plane with me? I can fly you~?"
When their eyes met, He Shengwei's eyes were filled with the innocence of a child. He seemed to have forgotten who Shen Miao was and only regarded her as a very beautiful older sister. The tone of his speech was also like that of a child.
"I, uh, this..."
Before Shen Miao finished her words, He Shengwei grabbed her wrist and said, "Come on, come on~ Our plane is so big, I'll take you to the sky~!"
It is said that crazy people are strong, and this is absolutely true.
Even though He Shengwei’s tone was like that of a child, he was an adult after all, and with such a sudden move, he pulled Shen Miao out from the crowd.
Fortunately, Shen Miao's lower body was stable enough, and he was holding the weight of several bags of fruit in his hands, otherwise he would have been dragged down and stumbled.
Over there, Wang Juan's He Xinjun was apologizing to someone. When he saw his son was about to get into trouble again, he hurried over and pulled the two apart.
"I'm sorry, I..."
Wang Juan's waist was bent because of the habit of apologizing. When she raised her head, she was surprised to find that the person in front of her was Shen Miao who had wanted to help them.
Was it apology? Was it shame? Was it self-blame? At that moment, Shen Miao saw many kinds of emotions in her pupils at the same time, but in the end, they all melted into a hint of darkness.
Wang Juan has aged a lot. The hair on her temples has turned completely white. She is not much older than her biological mother, but her figure is as haggard as that of a woman in her seventies. The skin on her hands is even rougher than that of farmers like Wang Dongmei.
What on earth has happened to them over the past month?
"Alright, alright, stop watching the fun!"
"Those who need to buy vegetables need to buy vegetables, and those who need to sell vegetables need to sell vegetables. When you are done, go home!"
After a while, managers of the farmers' market with red sleeves came one after another, holding loudspeakers in their hands, and drove away the people who were blocking the road to watch the fun.
They seemed to know He Xinjun's family.
Seeing the mess on the ground and the crazy son laughing, you can tell what happened without thinking.
"How many times has this happened? Lao He, let me ask you, how many times has this happened?"
The man sighed helplessly. He didn't dare to speak too loudly, for fear of scaring He Shengwei. He could only try his best to control his tone, "This dish doesn't belong to your family either. If you keep doing this, will you let other families pass?"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I'm younger than him, he..." Compared to Wang Juan, He Xinjun bent his waist even lower than her. He kept apologizing, and beads of sweat from shame dripped down his face to the ground.
The man waved his hands and casually kicked away the rotten leaves that blocked his way. "This is the last time. This is really the last time. If this happens again, I won't be able to help you."
The shops in the farmers' market have to pay rent, but the administrator is not unreasonable. He usually allows outsiders to set up stalls in the alley, and as long as it does not affect others, he turns a blind eye.
But when he met He Xinjun's family, even if he closed his eyes, the annoying sound could still penetrate into his ears.
He couldn't count how many times he had let them off the hook. Since they came to set up the stall, this happened almost every day. But even so, he still forced himself to be "reasonable".
Because their family was already doomed after having such a son, and they were all miserable people, and he didn't want to make their winter even colder.
After the administrator left, Wang Juan and He Xinjun hurried to clean up the mess on the ground. Perhaps the madness had passed, and He Shengwei, who was about to take a plane, had now calmed down. He squatted in the corner like a child who had made a mistake, quietly watching his parents pay for his dementia.
Another day of losing money.
After cleaning up the rotten vegetables, Ye Wangjuan did not throw them away, but put them in a bag. She could not sell them, but after washing them and cutting off the damaged parts, she could eat the rest.
Following the family out of the market, after He Shengwei's condition stabilized a little, she tried to feel his pulse and gave him a preliminary examination.
The liver and kidneys are deficient, the Qi and blood are not flowing smoothly, the pulse is calm and thin, and the fingertips feel like they are brushing against a very astringent sheet, or pressing on an old bamboo, which will bounce back after sinking into the water for a long time.
Then she looked at He Shengwei's tongue coating and the whites of his eyes...
She had never come across this kind of "crazy" patient before, and she felt that he was different from normal people in every way. She knew that his brain was damaged, but she couldn't tell the cause and didn't know how to treat it.
I'm afraid grandpa has to come and see it in person to explain the situation to them.
"Girl, I know you mean well, thank you." Wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes, Wang Juan used a rag to wipe off the dirt on He Shengwei's body. "You don't need treatment. Many doctors say that he can't be cured. Let's just leave it at that..."
Shen Wanshan had been in a bad mood a few days ago, and Wang Dongmei knew more or less that it was because of this man named He Shengwei.
She had always thought that He Shengwei was a shrewd and scheming man, as he could make the old man so angry that he was unhappy all day long. But when she saw him in person, she was surprised by this young man with clear eyes and who only knew how to smile foolishly.
"How could this happen?" Wang Dongmei couldn't help but ask.
He Xinjun sighed, "Retribution, it's all retribution..."
More than a month ago, He Shengwei had just returned to school for a few days and he said that he didn’t have enough ginseng to eat.
He said that the pressure of finding a job was too great and that he had some papers to write, so he asked He Xinjun and others to send him more money to help him get through the last two months at school. He also said that as long as he could find a job, he could use his salary to buy ginseng and would not need money from home.
But how much money should I send this time?
Five thousand. A full five thousand!
But Wang Juan and He Xinjun only earned more than 300 yuan a month, not to mention that they had already spent all their family savings on buying ginseng for him. How could they find another 5,000 yuan?
There was no other way. In order to help his son get through this period, he had to borrow money.
After hearing about their son's story, the cotton mill of course expressed support. After all, he was the child of a cotton mill employee and the first college student trained by the factory to go to a prestigious university. So the factory organized a donation that day.
It took only one day to raise 5,000 yuan, and there was still more than 1,000 yuan left. So on the third morning, He Xinjun immediately transferred the money to him.
Thinking that He Shengwei was alone in a foreign place with no relatives and might need someone to take care of him if he fell ill, the factory gave them 500 yuan and a month's leave so that they could go to Hai City to take care of their son.
But unexpectedly, an accident happened at this time:
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In the 1990s, China's economy and national strength were developing rapidly. Haishi also took advantage of the times and became a shining pearl on the shores of the East China Sea.
The most prosperous place in Haishi during the day is Nancheng Street, which has the largest department store in the city and the busiest commercial street. Most of the attention in the city is focused here.
At night, the other Huangjiang Road attracts many gourmets with its neon-lit delicacies. Amidst the clinking of glasses and the extravagant life, I wonder how many contracts have been finalized with these delicacies.
Xiangmanyuan is the most luxurious hotel on Huanghe Road. As soon as you enter the revolving door, you will enter a new world.
In this new world, everyone is a "boss", and everyone will be warmly received by the waiters. There are three full 50-page color-printed menus. There is nothing they can't do, except what you can't think of.
Australian lobster, king crab and grouper are all child's play. As long as you want to eat it, they can even bring a plate of fire king cobra from the kitchen!
High-end restaurants like this usually host business receptions or banquets for wealthy families, but on the last day of October, they hosted a table of college students who had not yet graduated.
It's not the scattered tables in the lobby on the first floor, but the high-end private rooms on the second floor where the minimum consumption per table is 2,000 yuan.
"Boss He, don't forget us old classmates when you become rich in the future."
"No, no, that's not the case."
"If I can't find a good job, I'll go to Yu City and seek refuge with you. You have to find me a good job in the cotton mill."
"Oh, you are so capable, do you still need to come to me?"
"Eh? You're right. Our Shengwei is the crown prince of the cotton mill. Old Liu, if you go to the cotton mill in Yu City, Shengwei will arrange a manager position for you, right?"
"Don't make fun of me, drink it. I've been staring at your glass of wine for almost half a day."
After drinking several glasses of liquor in succession, He Shengwei's mind became a little fuzzy due to the alcohol quickly getting to his head.
Compared to when he first entered college and would vomit even after drinking beer, being able to endure the burning and stinging throat of white wine now was a huge improvement for him.
After taking two bites of the food, He Shengwei found an excuse to go to the bathroom and ran out of the private room.
"Hello, Boss."
When I came out of the private room, I happened to meet two waiters who had just delivered the dishes.
Wearing a tight Chinese cheongsam, the waitress greeted him in a delicate voice, but he didn't care what they said. He just held on to the wall and quickly ran to the bathroom.
It’s so painful, so uncomfortable…
He placed his hands on the sink and quickly used cold water to cool his burning face. After a long time, he finally suppressed the nausea that made him want to vomit.
I can't vomit. This wine is Wuliangye, which costs three hundred yuan a bottle. The shirt I'm wearing is also a high-end product, which costs two hundred yuan a piece. Even the cold dishes I used to suppress the wine are fifty yuan a plate.
Therefore, he couldn't vomit, because all of this was bought with his parents' hard-earned money...
Looking up at himself in the mirror, He Shengwei forced out a very ugly smile. The corners of his mouth were clearly rising, but the emotion in his eyes was bitter, even more bitter than the Chinese medicine he took as a child.
So he dipped his fingers in water and wiped the emotions out of his eyes in the mirror, but he looked even uglier.
Tonight, he achieved his goal and became the person that everyone present admired and became the "Mr. He" that everyone envied.
But only he himself knows how difficult this journey has been.
Three years ago, when he came to Hai City from Yu City with his luggage, he was full of longing for his future university life, and he also imagined that he could make a difference in this broader world with perseverance and determination.
It was not until he moved into the school dormitory that he gradually realized that it was not quite what he had imagined.
Not everyone has to work so hard to get high scores, not everyone has to spend all their time studying, and not everyone... is like him, without any friends other than books.
At the first social gathering of his grade, He Shengwei met the girl who made his heart beat. This time, he finally mustered up the courage to introduce himself to her.
"Hello, my name is He Shengwei, Sheng means victory, and Wei means great."
The girl was not disgusted by He Shengwei's simplicity and stupidity, so she introduced herself to him generously.
Although they were both born in the city, the girl born in Haishi had a better background than him. Her father was a businessman and her mother was an engineer. The whole family were highly educated and intellectual.
When it was He Shengwei's turn, he felt inferior for the first time when faced with the girl's superior conditions.
He did not elaborate on his parents' jobs, only saying that they both worked in the city's state-owned cotton mill. Unexpectedly, this vague self-introduction made him the "young master of the cotton mill" the next day.
I don’t know who posted it, but it wasn’t that girl.
After entering school, He Shengwei didn't socialize much and seldom participated in group activities. Naturally, everyone was very curious about his background. As the word spread, he became the son of the director of a state-owned cotton mill.
At first, He Shengwei didn't know what was going on. He just felt that the people around him were particularly enthusiastic about him. Not only would they take the initiative to give up their seats for him in class, but they would also help him get a portion of food in the cafeteria. Later, when He Shengwei was called "Young Master", he realized it was a misunderstanding.
There are many rich people in the school, but boys like him who come from wealthy families, are handsome, and are good at studying are rare, so both boys and girls want to be close to him.
This was the first time that He Shengwei was sought after since he was a child, and it was also the first time he knew what it felt like to be popular and to be the center of attention.
In order to remain a "heartthrob", He Shengwei decided to play along and continue to play the role of the son of the cotton mill director.
But since he was the eldest son of a state-owned cotton mill, He Shengwei could no longer live the shabby life he had before. He had to buy brand-name clothes, shoes, and stationery from department stores.
With his careful packaging, the small town test-taker who used to spend one dollar carefully and whose living expenses were enough on 60 dollars a month, has transformed himself into a rich young man who does not need to work hard and who only studies to enrich his life.
Of course, such transformation magic is time-limited, and money is the limitation.
He needed money, lots of it to keep himself looking good, and he needed to treat people generously and host casually to maintain his respectability.
He couldn't and didn't dare tell his parents the truth, so after much thought he decided to pretend to be sick to get money.
Parents will come back for serious illnesses, and they will have to spend money on minor illnesses. It would be best if they get a chronic disease that cannot be diagnosed in the hospital and is a sudden illness that is not easy to detect - crazy.
Yes, crazy!
There is no cure for madness, and no matter how much money is spent, it will all be wasted. After much consideration and hesitation, He Shengwei decided to pretend to be crazy to cheat money from his parents, and the special medicine to cure his madness is ginseng.
Ginseng is easy to sell, just like gold with a clearly marked price. There is no need to worry about discounts, especially aged ginseng, which can sometimes even be sold for dozens of dollars more.
He Shengwei kept pretending like this, and three years passed by unknowingly. His monthly expenses of thousands of yuan overdrew the family savings bit by bit. Until this year, his parents, who had always been frugal, were finally "sucked dry" by him and could no longer be squeezed out of any value.
So the parents turned to the TV station for help, hoping to use the power of society to help their son.
Later, He Shengwei ran into reporters and several masters on his way home from the library.
A wild fox like him who has not yet entered the society can at most deceive his loving parents. When he meets a "thousand-year fox" like Shen Wanshan, his inferior little tricks are not worth mentioning at all.
But what he didn't expect was that Shen Wanshan actually gave him respect and didn't expose him in person.
At that moment, He Shengwei reflected and regretted. Faced with the way given to him by Shen Wanshan, he really wanted to take off the painted skin that he had disguised himself for three years and show his true face. He also really wanted to cure his "illness".
Can……
For the last time, he promised, this is the last time!
As long as this farewell dinner is held and everyone leaves school to look for internships, he will stop pretending. As long as he is allowed to finish this last big show, he will make a complete exit and be his true self again.
So in order to perform well in the opera, he had to ask his parents for a huge sum of money. On the day he received the remittance, he secretly vowed to find a good internship and earn more money to make up for what he owed to his parents in the past three years.
After adjusting his mood, He Shengwei finally gave himself a satisfied smile in the mirror.
Soon, soon, after tonight, he can be himself...
Back in the box, He Shengwei continued to drink and eat with his classmates, chatting about their past friendship and imagining a bright future, until the door of the box was pushed open from the outside.
"Xiao Wei? You, you?!"
"Dad...Mom..."
They were Wang Juan and He Xinjun, his parents who lived thousands of miles away.
He didn't expect that they would come to Hai City in person, he didn't expect that they would go to school, and he didn't expect that they would show up at the door of the most luxurious hotel box in Hai City carrying large and small luggage.
On one side was a well-dressed rich young man, and on the other side were two country bumpkins with patched clothes.
They are actually a family? No way...
"Mr. He, who are they?"
"Isn't your father the director of the cotton mill? They are..."
"What's going on? You guys are not really a family, are you?"
All of a sudden, the emotions in everyone's eyes changed from respect and admiration to contempt and disgust. Putting down the wine glasses in their hands, they looked at He Shengwei as if they were looking at an alien, a rat that looked bright and handsome but was actually dirty and lived in the gutter.
At that moment, He Shengwei did not feel guilty after his lie was exposed, but instead vented hysterically.
"Who asked you to come? What are you doing here?!"
Who would have thought that discovering their son's lies was not the most devastating thing. What was even more devastating was that their son, whom they had always thought was a well-behaved man, turned out to be a liar, who had taken their hard-earned money to entertain his classmates but had never thought of buying them a glass of water.
What cure? What ginseng? It's all a lie.
"Xiaowei, is this how we taught you to behave? Is this what you have been learning for twenty years?"
"He S... Shengwei, so you are lying to us, right? You are not the young master of the cotton factory at all?"
"You're going too far!"
"That's right, we still consider you a friend, but you lied to us like this!"
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This was the darkest moment in He Shengwei's life. He was once a top student in the eyes of his teachers, the pride of his parents, a role model in the eyes of his neighbors, and the most generous rich man in the minds of his friends.
But at this moment, he lost everything. All his face was torn to pieces, and the last bit of dignity was cursed into the dust.
His emotions continued to accumulate and compress, like a mushroom bomb that heated up, until the alcohol began to take effect and became the fuse that ignited the mushroom bomb...
A huge mushroom cloud bloomed in the sea of his consciousness, and all his memories and reason disappeared along with his self-esteem and face.
"I am! I am! I am the young master of the cotton mill! I don't know them!"
"They are not my parents, not my parents. I am the young master. I am really the young master!!!"
He Shengwei, he is really crazy.
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