He doesn't look like a human being, but like a ghost from hell.
Xu Yi said softly: "He said he was thirty-two years old."
For a moment, there was silence, only the wind kept blowing in my ears, carrying the smell of putridity.
After a while, Yuan Qingling asked Xu Yi to give him another piece of sesame seed cake. They all went up the mountain with dry food. Xu Yi gave him a piece, and he started to eat it, wolfing it down, as if he was eating slowly.
Yuan Qing Ling said: "Eat slowly and choke carefully."
The man then sneered, his smile was terrifying, "It's better to choke to death, and at least you will have a full meal."
Yuan Qingling looked at Yu Wenhao. Yu Wenhao's face had never been more serious and shocked. He said nothing and just watched the man eating sesame cakes.
After he finished eating, Yu Wenhao asked: "What's your name? Are you here with insufficient food supply?"
The man sucked the residue on his fingers, returned to his indifferent and cold tone, and said: "My name is Li He. I have one meal a day. All I eat is steamed buns, dry and sour. Most of them are rice bran porridge. Yesterday,
During the Mid-Autumn Festival, I ate white flour steamed buns. I can eat it twice a year, during the Mid-Autumn Festival and Chinese New Year.”
The patients themselves need to supplement their nutrition. How can such a diet be as nutritious as that of a dog? No wonder they all look skinny and bones.
"How many people are there here?" Yu Wenhao asked again.
Li He said: "I don't know exactly, but it's probably about three hundred. Anyway, a lot of people have died in the past few years, and occasionally people are sent here. This is a living tomb, and people are counting down to the day they die. Who cares how many people there are."
"
Yuan Qingling asked: "Have your family members come up to see you?"
Li He was startled for a moment, "Family?"
He laughed, as if he were crying, "Then they can't be allowed to come up, so what are they doing here? Were they sent here after they got sick?"
Man'er burst into tears when he heard this, and asked blankly: "Do you miss your family?"
Li He made up his mind and shook his head numbly, "I don't want to, I don't dare to think about it. If I think about it, I won't be able to survive for a day."
He turned his head and looked back, pointed at the cliff behind the building, and murmured: "How many people jumped because they missed home? I envy their courage. In fact, they were just waiting to die, so why didn't they dare
What about jumping? I just don’t dare to jump.”
Yuan Qingling saw the intention to die in his eyes, and said quickly: "Li He, listen to me, don't seek death, persist no matter how hard it is, I will find a way to save you."
Li He looked at her, with a mocking light in his narrowed eyes, and laughed gleefully, "Save us? Who are you? Are gods coming down to earth? We are suffering from a serious disease and we are destined to die. Who can save us?
?”
As he spoke, he stood up unsteadily and walked toward the building.
The four of them didn't speak for a long time. They looked at the people on the other side of the dense forest. Several people looked over, but no one was interested. They didn't even have curiosity anymore. The shadow of death tortured them to have no idea about everything in the world.
Lost expectation and interest.
After a long time, Yu Wenhao said sadly: "Let's go down the mountain and return to Beijing."