Chapter 210

"From your appearance, you and your husband have a harmonious relationship, if not perfect. But where do you put others?

Because the patient was crazy, he must have no emotions? Why do you think the patient died?"

Number Four pressed on with his questions.

Finally, the wife could no longer bear it and started to scream even more hysterically, as if she had fallen into a cave full of poisonous snakes, being entangled by poisonous snakes and enduring unbearable torture.

"Don't ask anymore, don't say anything, I don't know anything, I won't tell you a word, get out of here."

The wife screamed.

The husband immediately hugged her and drove No. 4 away with glaring eyes.

"Go, go! If you don't leave, I'll call the community security to chase you away. Then it won't be a matter of two words. Just see if they have sticks."

The husband said as he was about to take his wife away.

Number Four wasn't going to let them off like that.

"If you don't feel guilty, why are you so emotional? If you are not sad, why do you have tears? If you haven't done anything wrong, why are you in a mental hospital?

Are you trying to say that you are mentally ill? That's even more strange. Is your mental illness congenital or acquired?

If you were born with a mental illness, your mother must have known about your history of mental illness, right? If you don't want to tell me, I can ask her or look for your birth history.

Babies born in hospitals at that time all had birth certificates. Even if there was no certificate, there was a record. Otherwise, there was the memory of the doctors and nurses, which you could not deny.

If it is a congenital mental illness, the patient must have taken a lot of medicines from childhood to adulthood, and there must be a lot of medical records.

Congenital mental illness may be inherited through genes. Even if doctors and nurses don’t remind you again and again, they will write it clearly. Don’t you know that?

If you didn't know, who kept it a secret for you? If you knew, how would you dare to get married?

After torturing yourself, you will torture others and everyone around you until they are as crazy as you. Will you be satisfied then?

If it is an acquired mental illness, how did you get the mental illness?

It's because homosexuality was considered a hooliganism crime back then and people should have been shot. If a person goes crazy and is sent to a mental hospital and locked up for life, then what this person says no longer counts.

The other person can say that he is completely innocent and is just a victim who knows nothing. Right?

You used such despicable methods to send someone to a mental hospital, and you yourself got away with it, happily got married and had children. You even dared to visit her in the mental hospital. Who gave you the courage?

Who gave you the face? "

Number Four questioned.

"You know nothing at all. Things are not what you say."

The wife shouted.

Number Four smiled.

"That's not what I said. Does that mean you have admitted that what I said really happened?"

Number Four asked.

The wife had no choice but to break down and cry.

The husband was furious with Number Four.

"What are you?

How dare you come to us and curse at us? Who gave you the courage? What gave you the confidence? Why do you think we won't be angry?

How dare you stand in front of us?

You still have the nerve to question us, what are we? Are we the dough you rolled and flattened? Where do you think this is? Come on, this is our home, this is our neighborhood!

How can you have the nerve to come to someone else's place and ask all these random questions that other people don't want to talk about?

Don't pretend to be a gentleman. I feel disgusted when I see you. Are you going to leave? If you don't leave, I will beat you up. I don't care whether beating people is illegal or not!

If you dare to bully my family again, I will kill you and you deserve it."

Because he was so angry, he started coughing after he finished speaking. He looked like he was having trouble breathing and his face turned red.

"So you guys get angry!

I thought you just couldn't understand what anger is.

Since you know how painful it is to be angry, why do you make others angry?

Since you know how painful sadness is, why would you let others suffer from it?

You guys are so reckless and do whatever you want. Why don't you ever consider others?

How come there are no other people in this world except you? Do you think everyone in the world has to give in to you?

If others find out what you have done, you should bury it. It's like if you kill someone and bury the body underground, if others find out, should they cover it up for you?

You yourselves all know that this doesn't make sense, so how can you hold others to such a standard?

Because deep down you feel that you and others are two different kinds of people, and that no one in this world is the same as you.

You never treated me as one of yourselves, so why should I treat you as one of myselves?

Respect that such a thing does exist, but it is not for you because you have never given it to others.

If you want to scold someone, you should find a good reason, okay? I'm not pretending to be a gentleman. Didn't you say I was wrong? Didn't you tell me to get out as soon as you saw me?

Did you just forget what you said, or do you think that because you are so righteous, anyone who opposes you must be exactly like you?"

Question number four.

Now both of them were out of breath, one was out of breath from crying, and the other was out of breath from being angry.

Number Four sat nearby and watched them catch their breath. When they recovered, they wanted to leave again, but Number Four stopped them again.

"You can't leave here until Sen Wan sorts things out."

Number Four said.

His skin was extremely pale, and he looked like a ghost when standing in the shadows, and like a white shadow when standing in the sun. He was quiet and peaceful when he didn't speak, but when he opened his mouth, it was like a knife or an arrow, piercing people's hearts and making them bleed. However, he himself was clean and pure, like a jewel buried under the snow.

Both husband and wife were angry, sad, and jealous.

The husband shouted, "We just don't tell you, so what? You have the guts to ask someone else. Aren't you amazing? Don't you know everything?"

Why bother asking us for confirmation? I'm afraid it's just like this, just trying to save face here.

Do you think that if you win the argument, we will change our attitude towards you? Impossible. Do you think that if you win the argument, the problem you want to solve can be solved now?

That’s even more impossible.”

As he said this he raised his head like a proud rooster.

But his wife had her eyes lowered, and her eyes were swollen and red from crying, and she looked like she was in pain. Her husband wanted to leave, but his wife held him back.

The husband was confused and surprised. He stood there, not knowing what decision his wife would make, but he could only wait.

The wife took a deep breath, sighed, and closed her eyes as if she was confessing in the dark.

"I tell you, I tell you everything.

Don't bother us anymore, don't ask any more questions.

Now that you know what happened, just pretend that nothing has happened. Just pretend that I am dead. Don’t make things difficult for me or my family. Otherwise, even if I become a ghost, I will not let you go.”

The wife told the whole story while crying.

“It’s normal that you don’t know, it was a long time ago.

My father left home when I was still in primary school. Not long after that, someone sent me a message saying that he had died in another place and his body would be sent back for burial.

When my mother found out about this, she burst into tears and was sick for a long time, but she still managed to hold the funeral.

Do you think my mother would become a strong woman in the secular sense, doing things that she could not do herself, taking care of the family and comforting the family?

The exact opposite is true.

That woman is neither filial to her parents-in-law nor caring for her children.

Because not long after, the old man who was seriously ill died, and later the old woman who was still in good health also lay in bed.

Of course you can say that it is just because they are old, and the health of the elderly is always in trouble, so it is normal for them to feel a little unhappy.

But why didn’t they behave like that before? Why didn’t other people’s elderly behave like that? Why is it that only my family behaves like that? Is it that my family is the only one in the world that has elderly people?

Or is it that my family is the only one in the world that has such an annoying person, and the whole family is implicated.

That remains to be seen.

I hate that woman.

That woman also hated me very much. I was beaten by her every day. Sometimes she was too tired, too sleepy, or just didn't like me and had to take care of my sister, so she would just glance at me, scold me, and tell me to get away and do my own thing.

I had no choice. I didn't want to hang around in front of that woman, but I had nowhere else to go because others didn't like me. People in the village said that there was a death star in my family and they didn't allow children to play with me.

I also wanted to go to my grandparents' place alone, but they also closed the door and asked me to leave.

They said that I was that woman's child and they hated me at first sight. If it weren't for that woman, they wouldn't have been without a son.

I was driven out from here and there, and had nowhere to go. I had no choice but to hide in a corner of the village every day and play by myself when I had nothing to do.

It was during this time that two women moved to our village.

Our village is a beautiful, remote place with a bridge and water. When the two women arrived, they built a large villa not far from the village. I still remember that the villa was white.

I had never seen such a beautiful house, nor had I seen one so big, and I had never thought that I could possibly go inside it.

Now that life is better, it is probably hard to imagine how poor and worthless children were in the past. Even their imagination was greatly restricted by poverty.

I was interested in that house, so I secretly watched from the side when the construction team was building it. At first I was very far away, but later I moved closer when I realized that there would be no one blocking my way.

The construction team pushed me aside, and the owner of the house came."