Chapter 12 Chapter 12 Mental illness, madman.
Lu Zewei frowned slightly and raised his hand to his forehead. The temperature was indeed a little high.
My intuition is that you won’t catch a cold if you wear thin clothes when going out.
But I really don't want to admit or believe that I had a fever because of running in the morning.
He had maintained long-term training and guarded the border for many years in a difficult environment where the surface temperature was below minus 30 degrees Celsius and water froze into ice.
The temperature in early winter in Jiangjing is just above zero degrees. How could he get so cold that he had a high fever after doing morning exercises?
However, no matter how much you don't believe it, the facts are before your eyes.
Lu Zewei once again agreed in his heart with what Liang Xin had just said. Perhaps the pain was indeed gnawing at his body.
Liang Xin took out the mercury thermometer from the medicine box that her mother-in-law had brought up just now and handed it to her. "Put it under your armpit and give it to me in fifteen minutes."
Lu Zewei did as he was told. Thinking of the food incompatibility encyclopedia she read last night, she could even talk about a lot of ancient medical techniques in foot soaking. Then, listening to her tone, he asked, "Have you studied medicine?"
"I learned to be a barefoot doctor at the commune health center for a while." Liang Xin found the antipyretic pills and handed them over, "Take it."
Lu Zewei held up the pill and looked at it.
"What are you looking at?" Liang Xin closed the medicine box and picked up the water cup and handed it over. "Are you afraid that I will murder you?"
"It's hard to say." Lu Zewei swallowed the pill and took a sip of water. "Everyone not only thinks I'm sick, but also thinks I'm crazy. Who knows how it will get worse in the future. If you murder me now, you can go to our garrison area to collect hundreds of dollars in compensation. Unfortunately, I didn't die on the battlefield and cannot be named a martyr. Otherwise, you would not only get a pension, but also a martyr's subsidy every month in the future."
"Thank you for the science." Liang Xin picked up the bowl of noodles and said, "I'll consider it."
A book cover suddenly appeared in front of Lu Chongfeng's eyes. On it was a list of more than 1,000 kinds of food incompatibility. He couldn't help but look at the contents of the bowl carefully and looked at Liang Xin suspiciously.
"If you don't eat it, it will get cold."
"It might get cold if you eat it."
Liang Xin: “….”
His ability to understand today suddenly became surprisingly normal again.
Lu Zewei thought of the bowl of noodles she had happily eaten when he was in the most unbearable pain, "Would you like to eat some more?"
Liang Xin stood up and said, "No, you eat it."
"Where are you going?" Lu Zewei's tone was a little anxious, and he noticed it himself. He picked up a chopstick of noodles and said, "I mean, what did you mean by that just now? I've eaten now, you can talk now."
"Don't talk while eating."
Liang Xin picked up the kettle on the desk, poured hot water into the red Double Happiness enamel plate, took a white towel, wrung it wet, and placed it on her face to apply a facial mask.
Thinking he was wiping his sweat, Lu Zewei: “…”
He finished the noodles in the bowl in a few bites.
Leaning back against the headboard of the bed.
He knew that everyone treated him as a patient, a lunatic, and if someone suddenly said that he was not wrong, it was just a ploy to fool him and trick him into treatment.
"The disease is not only spreading in military schools, but also in factory workshops and commune production teams. It is a collective epidemic."
Liang Xin suddenly spoke and handed the freshly washed hot towel in her hand to Lu Chongfeng, who had long eyelashes covering his eyelids and was wondering what he was thinking.
"Your illness is the result of years of accumulation. You understand the development of the world today, and you also understand that a large number of people's thinking is falling further and further behind the world, and they even believe in book worship and indulge in rote memorization. The spirit mocks the material, and ignorance mocks the culture."
Lu Zewei's long eyelashes fluttered, and he slowly opened his eyelids. A faintly flickering light was reflected in his dark pupils.
It is the reflection of the kerosene lamp on top of the bookshelf.
"Although the Gang of Four has been defeated, the aftereffects of their individualism and spiritual omnipotence have made those you want to change become rigid in their thinking, unaware of it, and cling to conventions and arrogant. You are anxious about this and speak out frankly, not afraid of offending people or delaying your own future. However, you are unable to sleep or eat because you cannot wake up those patients with mental numbness, and instead you suffer mental torture. I think you are not a madman, not a patient, you are a hero."
Since joining the army, he has heard the word "hero" so many times that his ears are callused.
But when it comes to reform, all he hears are mental illness and lunatics.
This is the first time I heard someone use the word "hero" to recognize him.
Yiliang completely replaced the rage that was hidden in Lu Zewei's eyes when they were arguing in the study room before, "You..."
Liang Xin suddenly smiled and said, "I was just saying it casually. If it's wrong, just pretend I didn't say it."
"Yes, that's right!" Lu Zewei glanced at the tightly closed French window, "Don't be afraid, no one outside can hear it. So, you support me a lot?"
“No.”
Lu Zewei paused, "Why?"
"In the commune production team, every day when the members go to work, the male members gather together to play cards, and the female members gather together to mend shoe soles and chat. The brigade secretary and the production team leader see all this, but neither criticize nor urge them. Why do you think so?"
Lu Zewei did not respond, and his brows were twisted together again.
"The doctors in the hospital may not know about your illness, but they all say they can't find the cause. Why?" Liang Xin looked at Lu Zewei, who looked angry but had no place to vent. "If you are successful at a young age, it will be a blessing in life if you are cautious. But if you act according to your heart and speak according to your mouth, it will become a great misfortune in life."
After hearing similar words, Lu Zewei did not feel cowardly or suffocated. "I can't stand them continuing to cover up their mistakes. The military strength of other powerful countries in the world is rapidly expanding, but many of our comrades are almost done with the calluses on their hands. They are busy drawing lines and standing in line all day long. I wrote a few academic papers and sent them to the military newspaper. Not only did they beat me back, they also criticized my behavior for boosting the enemy's morale and destroying our own prestige. It's ridiculous!"
Liang Xin suddenly reached out and lifted the corner of his quilt. "You sweated a lot today. Change your clothes later. Take apart the quilt tomorrow and remember to wash it in the yard. It will be almost dry in the afternoon. Then you can sew the quilt."
Lu Zewei's rising anger stopped, "You want me to wash?"
Liang Xin nodded.
Lu Zewei looked down at the quilt and said, "You want me to wash it before you sew the quilt?"
Liang Xin continued to nod.
"I can wash it, but I can't sew it." Lu Zewei looked at the rows of white cotton threads among the peonies on the quilt, "I don't know how to sew a quilt."
"If you don't know, go and learn." Liang Xin walked to the leather box, picked up a brand new quilt and put it on the bed, "I know how to do it, I'll teach you."
"Sewing quilts is something that only women do. No man would sew quilts. I won't learn."
Liang Xin suddenly smiled.
Lu Zewei saw the mockery in her smile, "...What are you laughing at?"
"A military theorist once said that the only thing more difficult than instilling new ideas in a soldier is to eliminate their old ideas."
Liang Xin took off the quilt from him and threw a new one on him. "Sure enough, you are no exception. You said that others have rigid thinking, but I think your thinking is more rigid than many people."
Lu Zewei was speechless. He looked at the old quilt that had been taken away and placed on the chair, then looked at Liang Xin, "You compare sewing quilts with military strategy?... Wait, you actually know the Englishman Liddell Hart. Have you read foreign military books?"
"The ideological problems of those people you want to change are the aftereffects of the ten years of civil strife, and your ideology, in my opinion, is a feudal problem that has been left over for at least a thousand years."
Liang Xin answered the question irrelevantly. She looked at Lu Zewei's narrowed eyes for a moment and did not stop. "If you can't break your own old habits, why do you try to change others?"
“…Who said I can’t do it?”
Lu Zewei's face looked extremely bad. He threw back the quilt, forced himself to sit up and tried to get out of bed, but suddenly he felt dizzy and fell weakly back to the head of the bed.
There was a deep sense of fatigue and dejection between his brows.
Liang Xin held his shoulders, which were burning to the touch, and said, "You are running a fever, why are you trying to show off?"
Lu Zewei only felt more dizzy.
After he felt better, he said weakly, "Tomorrow... I will sew a quilt for you to see."
"You'll be back home three days later tomorrow, so I won't be able to see you." Liang Xin put the towel back into the basin. The water was still hot, so she wrung it out after washing. "If you don't wipe it well, you'll have to get hot at night."
Lu Zewei raised his neck, two buttons of his shirt loosened due to the struggle, and his sweaty muscles were faintly visible.
Liang Xin fixed her eyes on his Adam's apple and wiped his neck, wiping his hard chest with the speed of a dragonfly skimming the water, without noticing that the left side of his heart was trembling abnormally a few times.
Liang Xin opened his wardrobe drawer and saw the army green shorts stacked in the corner. She looked away uncomfortably, picked up a neatly folded white vest, and threw it on the bed. "Don't worry if you're not feeling well. It won't be too late to make the quilt when you're fully recovered."
After saying that, he took his spare clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
When I came back, there was no one in the room.
Liang Xin looked at it in confusion for a few seconds, walked towards the stairs, found that the light in the west bathroom was on, heard the sound of water, hesitated for a few seconds, and did not move forward.
Since you can get up and walk out of the room, there should be nothing wrong, right?
I went downstairs and told the elders about the situation.
Everyone in the family was surprised.
Hu Fenglian said repeatedly, "Look how good I am. I found such a good daughter-in-law. Not only is she highly conscious, but she is also considerate and attentive to Chongfeng. Now she is even working on his illness!"
Chief Lu glanced upstairs and said nothing before going to the room. "Now that he's better, there won't be any more problems. You should have a good rest."
Liang Xin went back upstairs, and for the sake of her 60-yuan salary, she was going to remind him to cover himself with a blanket at night, and it would be best if he could sweat a little.
I waited and waited but no one came.
The dew becomes heavier late at night and the temperature drops.
She changed the quilt on her right side, crawled into her own bed, yawned, and continued to wait.
Lu Zewei returned to the room with a pale face and leaned against the wall. When he saw someone on the bed, his eyelids twitched as his first reaction.
Then I thought of him getting married.
She is also a knowledgeable and eloquent person with endless tricks. So far, she is the only wife who has made him lose every battle and who has been convinced and fooled even though she knows it is a trick.
He turned off the incandescent lamp, walked slowly to the bookshelf, removed the glass lampshade, and relit the kerosene lamp.
The dim light shone on Liang Xin's sleeping face. Her eyelashes left two shadows on her delicate skin, fluttering slightly. She was sleeping soundly but not very peacefully. Her lips were slightly pouting, as if she was aggrieved, unlike when she was awake, when she could see through the world and remain calm and unperturbed by anything that happened.
Lu Zewei couldn't help but reach out his hand and suddenly stopped above her lips. After realizing what he was doing, he hurriedly blew out the kerosene lamp.
The room fell into darkness.
The night wind rustles the ginkgo trees outside the window.
The moonlight tonight is much weaker than last night, and even the curve of the quilt can't be seen clearly.
Lu Zewei held onto the edge of the bed, slowly lifted the new quilt and lay down, letting out a long sigh weakly.
Because I was sweating a lot and was afraid that the smell of sweat would affect her, I forced myself to take a shower.
Suddenly, my sensitive senses, which had been trained through thousands of times of field training, smelled a familiar scent of vanishing cream.
Rich aroma.
Lu Zewei thought about it for half the night and finally identified it as Jasmine.
The bride returns to her parents' home on the third day after her wedding.
The custom for thousands of years has been for the groom to accompany the bride back to her parents' home.
This custom has never changed even when the class struggle became more serious.
When Liang Xin got up in the morning, she subconsciously looked next door first. When she found someone there, she breathed a sigh of relief.
I lay in bed waiting for him, and before I knew it I fell asleep.
When his hand was about to touch the patient's forehead, he suddenly opened his eyes.
Not only did the condition not improve at all, but my eyelids became red and not in the right condition.
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