On the second day of my stay in the mental hospital, a mute came to the next ward.
The little mute is very well-behaved and doesn't get sick, so I don't know why he was sent in.
One day I took a pen and paper and asked him: Why are you here?
He looked at me for a long time without moving, and finally turned and left.
Two months later, the little mute disappeared. I endured my physical discomfort and spent the night looking for him, but he was still missing.
He disappeared.
The next time I saw him was on his hospital bed.
People around me were talking, with resistance in their eyes. I overheard a few sentences, one of which was: How did this box get here? Weird and penetrating.
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He's not a box, he's just trapped.
Ps: Everything is private. If you are sick, you must go to a reliable hospital to see a reliable doctor. Don't carry it yourself. Every baby is an angel~
Purpose: Cherish everything you love and everything that loves you