Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 398 Mental Hospital

  Bai Huan and Qian Le calmly buried the cold body of their mother.

Wan Sheng, who had just arrived in this world, shrank without crying or making trouble in a swaddling pile of rags, full of hope and full of curiosity. He stared at the few stars shining in the black and blue sky above his head. For a while, the faces of the brothers covered the stars.

  Wansheng doesn’t even have a name yet.

   "Brother, what should we do? What should he do?"

   "What else," Zhao Baihuan, who was in his early ten years, followed Wan Sheng's gaze and looked at the sky, "He is our younger brother, we will take care of him."

   "But... he can't eat the things we eat either."

  Zhao Baihuan retracted his gaze and looked at the small grave bag under the tung tree.

  The picture is blurred, Zhao Baihuan took a breath, and slowly, it became clear again.

   "Let's go down the mountain."

  My mother took them and tried to sneak down the mountain many times. Every time, they were captured by the villagers led by that person and beaten again.

   But this time, it's different.

  They ran and ran, and ran and ran, and gradually, they could no longer see the village.

  For the first time in their lives, they saw the appearance of the mountain.

The little baby in his arms never cried, until the two faces of his brothers weeping with joy came over and kissed his forehead, Wan Sheng babbled his little hand, grabbed his brother’s fingers and sucked, although it still couldn’t fill up Hungry belly, but he fell asleep contentedly, smiling.

  This is a day that Zhao Baihuan will never forget.

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"Later, when we arrived at the foot of the mountain, an uncle bought milk powder for Wansheng. That uncle's daughter is a kind little sister. She begged the uncle to give us a lot of store items. Before leaving, she gave us some money. , Relying on the money and things, we finally walked into the city and finally survived."

  The story of Zhao Baihuan has not been finished yet, and everyone's attitude towards him has changed.

  The fool carefully helped him to the chair. Qin Yin took out all the band-aids on his body and pressed the wound on his face with Qiao Nian.

   Xiaolan tried not to recall the story of Lianshui Village, and tried not to think that the kind-hearted uncle and sister might be the Miao Miao family, shook her head, and focused again on what Zhao Baihuan said.

"Because there was nothing to prove our identities, we were taken by the police to Fengwu's orphanage. We... We have never been to such a good place, and finally we can eat a normal meal. We take care of the things on the mountain. I told the police, they promised us that they would help my mother find justice, but after that, I never saw them again."

  The crowd formed a circle, quietly listening to Zhao Baihuan's hoarse narration, no one interrupted or questioned.

"You may laugh when you say it, but... But the years in the orphanage were my happiest days. Qianle and I watched Wansheng grow up day by day, and Wansheng was named by the aunt in the orphanage. We originally hoped that we could grow up to adulthood in the orphanage, and then Qianle and I went out to work and earn money and support our lives until...until..."

  Zhao Baihuan’s voice trembled more severely, Xiaolan thought, turned left and ran back into the hall, and she saw the mineral water on the shelf behind the bar that had not been thrown away.

  Zhao Baihuan drank a big sip of water, then coughed weakly.

  Qin Yin lightly punched his back, "What happened later? You speak slowly, don't worry."

   After Zhao Baihuan panted, he supported his knee with one hand and his forehead with the other. Although he lowered his head, Xiaolan still saw his painful expression.

   "I... I had a fight with the people in the orphanage."

   "Ah," Qin Yin grinned and patted his shoulder, "That's it, what's this, how can children not fight."

"No, it's not that simple," Zhao Baihuan held his hair tightly with both hands, "I...I and other children who had conflicts were taken to the dean's office, where they asked us a few words, I I was...I was found..."

  "It was discovered..." Although she understood what Zhao Baihuan meant, Jasmine murmured.

   "They found what was in my head," Zhao Baihuan dropped his shoulders as he gave up struggling, "They said I was abnormal, and then I was sent to a mental hospital."

  "Mental Hospital?!" Everyone almost exclaimed.

   "How can they send you to a mental hospital? You...you're just a child!" Luo Jiutian, who was almost stabbed to death by this child, said angrily.

Zhao Baihuan smiled bitterly, "But fortunately, I didn't stay in it for long. Later, they thought that my illness had been cured by them. When they came out, it happened to be the year that Qianle and I grew up. Now that we are old, we are reunited anyway."

   "The life in the mental hospital must be difficult." Jasmine said softly.

  Zhao Baihuan seemed to remember the content related to that experience, and his pupils trembled a few times, but he quickly stabilized his mind and continued speaking.

"Originally, Wan Sheng went to an ordinary elementary school," Zhao Baihuan raised his eyebrows, "but, children, you know, children’s cruelty has no scale, because other children said about us...and us. From mother’s words, Wan Sheng lost his temper at school. That was the only time Wan Sheng lost his temper. Like me, Wan Sheng was arranged for psychological consultation. The school found that... Wan Sheng has the potential to develop some mental illnesses. I also informed Qianle and me that if I didn’t handle it properly, it might cause serious consequences. I remembered the days in the mental hospital. If the final result is like this, then I would never let Wansheng go through those things again. It's a matter of fact, so Qianle and I decided that ordinary primary schools are not suitable for Wansheng, Wansheng needs a safer place, a place that will not be over-magnified even if there are some small accidents. After that, we will use fake ones. Illness was used as an excuse to cover up Wan Sheng’s real problems, and Wan Sheng was sent to a special school."

  As the story gets deeper and deeper, Zhao Baihuan's state is getting worse and worse.

  From a tragic start to the top of the mountain where the dawn was seen, and then fell into a bottomless hell.

  Their things will evolve into what they are today, and they cannot be separated from the wrong decisions made by the immature two brothers.

"Qianle and I don't understand. We thought... it was my infection that caused Wan Sheng to get this disease. So after sending Wan Sheng to school, I didn't visit him face to face. I was scared. Fearing that being with me would make him worse. When I secretly went to see him at school, I saw him having a great time with other children. I thought Wan Sheng was finally safe, but, sure enough, I never, I never thought about it."

  (End of this chapter)