He gave me a card and said, "Salary is 30 million." I thought it was crazy talk, but the balance turned out to be 327 million.
My name is Lin Xilou, a graduate student in psychology. I originally wanted to do fieldwork in a mental hospital for three months and leave after writing my thesis. As a result, I was stopped by a man wearing a hospital gown on the first day, claiming that I was his new secretary.
His name is Lu Shiyan, he has delusional disorder and has been living here for three years. The patient group calls him "Director Lu" - Mr. Zhang uses chess to analyze the K-line, Mr. Wang uses building blocks to build CBD, Mr. Chen signs contracts in front of the TV draft, and Dr. Li holds a radio to develop 6G. Board meetings are held every week, and topics include but are not limited to: acquisition of canteens, establishing an internal logistics system, and pig raising plans.
I thought they were crazy.
Later I discovered that it was me who was crazy.
A person who dare not reach out meets a person who dare not count on him. He noticed that my hands were cold, and he remembered that I liked sweet milk. He used a salary slip that was almost full on toilet paper to slowly warm my face, which had not smiled in eight years.
Here, I learned one thing:
Crazy people understand love better than normal people because they dare to be crazy.
And I finally dared to admit it.
