Chapter 85 We're not crazy, we're just sick
"Even if you guys dislike someone, you can't do this. How can you rub salt in their wounds like this?"
"What?! When have I ever hated him? What are you talking about? Isn't his dad a policeman in our area? He even came to our school to give an anti-drug lecture when we were in junior high."
"Yeah, he also has a younger sister who used to come along to pick up Wen Yanyu from school all the time. What's wrong with your memory?"
"Are you all possessed by evil spirits?!"
"The person was already in a bad mental state. Even if there was no contact and the person didn't do anything to you, what nonsense are you talking about? Do you have to make the person cry? It makes me feel uncomfortable just watching."
Chen Wanqiu and several boys: Huh?!
"no?!"
"Have you eaten mushrooms?!"
A group of people, you say yours and I say mine.
Tao Shu leaned closer to Chen Jian'an and whispered, "Did you... remember too...?"
Chen Jian'an, who hadn't said a word since sitting down at the table, picked at the beef in her bowl, nodded slightly without speaking.
Inside a room on the fourth floor.
All the blackout curtains were drawn, and only a dim nightlight was on, making the entire space enclosed and dark.
The door was tightly closed.
Only the sound of crying echoed inside the house.
Fu Hanchuan leaned against the headboard, one arm tightly wrapped around Wen Yanyu's back, the other hand holding a soft wet wipe, constantly wiping away his unstoppable tears.
Wen Yanyu curled up slightly, nestled in Fu Hanchuan's arms, like a wounded little rabbit seeking shelter, tightly gripping the man's sleeve.
In the heat of the moment, I stopped thinking about whether I would be seen as crazy; I just wanted to let out everything that had been bottled up inside me.
But the lingering restrictions blurred all the words into meaningless syllables, leaving only a few fragmented phrases.
"Fu, Fu Hanchuan, I didn't lie. I want to go home. I really want to go home. There are still people who remember Mom. They... I didn't lie. I can't find them."
Her voice was hoarse from crying for so long that her words were broken and fragmented, almost inaudible.
"I'm not, I'm not crazy. I have a mother, a father, and a sister, but they're gone. Fu Hanchuan, I'm not lying, I'm not lying."
“I’m not lying, you can believe me. I just can’t find them. I’m not crazy, I’m not insane.”
Wen Yanyu cried and coughed, her eyes were red and swollen, and her eyelashes were completely wet with tears.
"Sweetie, I believe you, I believe you." Fu Hanchuan felt a pang of heartache and patted and comforted her, but the sedatives hadn't worked.
Suddenly I started to regret it.
Perhaps Wen Yanyu shouldn't have met with those classmates.
Suppressed emotions erupt like a flash flood, causing excessive carbon dioxide exhalation and excessive ventilation, leading to increasingly rapid breathing.
Wen Yanyu became increasingly agitated, and his fingers began to spasm uncontrollably, as if he were gasping for breath due to lack of oxygen.
Fu Hanchuan's pupils contracted slightly. He quickly reached out and covered the boy's mouth, suppressing the trembling in his voice, and kept comforting him: "Yan Yan, relax, don't be nervous, relax, breathe in small breaths, relax, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm here."
"1, 2, 1, 2, yes, yes, sweetie, inhale through your nose, yes, yes, relax, great, great, sweetie is so good."
Her mouth, which had been gasping for breath, was now tightly covered by a hand, and Wen Yanyu instinctively relaxed her breathing following Fu Hanchuan's instructions.
As the amount of carbon dioxide inhaled gradually increased, the rapid breathing gradually returned to normal.
"Yes, my sweetheart is so great, that's it. I'm here, I'm here, I'm here, I won't leave, I believe in you."
Fu Hanchuan softened his voice, gently patted and guided her step by step, barely managing to control his emotions.
Until their gaze fell on the boy's face, which hadn't been so pale and sickly since he returned from the hospital.
His eyes welled up with tears, and his voice trembled.
“I know you’re not crazy, you’re not crazy. You’re just sick. You’re not crazy. We won’t listen to their nonsense. They’re all bad people. Don’t be afraid, I’m here.”
Fu Hanchuan took the plush puppy, placed it in the boy's arms, and patted it gently again and again, coaxing him, "Don't be afraid, sweetie. Look, look, the puppy is here, and I'm here too. It's okay, it'll be okay if you cry it out. Don't be afraid."
The sourness and bitterness made his voice tremble uncontrollably.
Fu Hanchuan took a deep breath, calmed himself down several times, suppressed his sobs, clenched his fists, and coaxed him with words of comfort.
One of them always has to be strong.
"I will always believe in you. I'm here. I know, I understand. My darling isn't crazy. Don't be afraid, I'm here."
Wen Yanyu clutched the plush puppy tightly and slowly relaxed her body following Fu Hanchuan's instructions.
"Sweetie, don't be sad anymore."
"I'm here."
"I'm here."
"I won't leave."
"I'm still here."
Fu Hanchuan gently patted the boy's back, resting his chin on the boy's forehead, which was soaked with cold sweat, and coaxed and comforted him with words of soothing.
The rapid breathing and sobbing gradually subsided with each gentle coaxing word in her ear.
Until the crying completely stopped.
Wen Yanyu lay drowsily with her eyes closed, holding the puppy in one arm and clutching the man's sleeve tightly with the other. Even though she was asleep, she was still sobbing softly, tears streaming down her face.
Fu Hanchuan lowered his eyes, a variety of emotions flashing across them.
The wind blew in through the window.
The leaves rustled in the wind.
Fu Hanchuan slowly lowered his head, his gaze tracing across his eyebrows, the bridge of his nose, and finally landing on the corner of his lips, kissing away the tear completely.
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