my you

Chapter 54

"You don't need to pack your clothes, I will give you school uniforms."

Lu Ding nodded silently, and took out the few coats he had just put in.

"Just bring two long johns and cotton trousers."

"understood."

Lu Ding took out the pair of red cotton trousers that Fang Sheng gave him from his closet, and stuffed them into the suitcase.

After packing up his things, Lu Ding looked up and saw the turtle on the windowsill.

He's gone who takes care of the condoms.

"Mom," Lu Ding held the turtle tank in his arms, "Can you help me raise it?"

Liu Xiaoxia glanced at it, then raised her hand and swept the glass jar to the ground.The shards of glass shattered all over the floor, and the water inside splashed onto Lu Ding's trouser legs, making it wet.

"We send you to college and you just play games and raise turtles every day?"

Lu Ding didn't speak, he bent down and took the tortoise shell and put it in the storage basket on his desk.

I hope Gu Lu and the others can see it when they come back from the game, but don't let this little thing die, otherwise Fang Sheng will definitely scold him when he comes back.

I just don't know where Fang Sheng went.

"Let's go after packing," Liu Xiaoxia lifted the bag into her arms, "When you go, study hard and get medical treatment."

"understood."

Lu Ding knew where he was going.

In the past two years, the news on the Internet has been overwhelming, and I have heard of some of them more or less.

This mental illness treatment center was built near the border between Xingchuan and Linshi. There are no villages or shops behind. It takes four hours to drive from the city to here. OK, I can go back by riding for a day.

There were already two people waiting for him at the door.A short, fat woman who looked about [-] or [-] years old was called Director Lin, and another tall man, who was relatively strong and looked about [-] years old, was called Teacher Yang.

Lu Ding stared at the two of them, inappropriately feeling that they were mindless and unhappy standing together.

One is tall, one is short, one is fat and one is thin, and they all have very serious expressions, looking unhappy.

Pretty funny.

"Hello Director Lin, Hello Teacher Yang." Lu Ding moved his suitcase out of the trunk, and Teacher Yang snatched it before it was settled.

"The password for the suitcase."

"0305."

The suitcase opened in response.

Lu Ding didn't even bring a few pieces of clothes, but he put a bunch of plum candy, stuffed in when Liu Xiaoxia wasn't paying attention when packing up.

Teacher Yang glanced at him, "What are you doing with so much candy?"

Lu Ding didn't say a word, Liu Xiaoxia gave him a gouged look, then turned to Yang and said, "My son has hypoglycemia."

"Eat well and you won't have hypoglycemia." After saying that, he searched for all his sugar.

He shook every piece of clothing to make sure there were no other contraband before closing the suitcase.

"Where's the phone? Hand it over."

Lu Ding turned his pockets out and said he didn't have any.

Liu Xiaoxia frowned beside her, raised her hand to touch Lu Ding's body for a long time, "Where's your phone?"

"I don't know, probably lost it."

"Lie." It was a slap in the face, which made Lu Ding's ears buzz.

"There's no need to lie to you. If you don't believe me, you can look for it in my dormitory or at home. If I say it's lost, it's lost."

Director Lin glanced at him coldly, "Take the suitcase and come in."

Lu Ding followed behind them and looked at his watch.

It's eleven fifty.

"I'll send you the schedule later." Director Lin sharply captured his little movements, "Now I'll arrange a dormitory for you."

The dormitories in this center are all single rooms, but only about five square meters.Lu Ding's dormitory is on the second floor, where the entrance is the toilet and sink, and a 1.2-meter bed is placed against the wall, with a table beside the bed.

There is only one small window near the roof in the whole room, and the glass on it is still dead, and it depends entirely on the exhaust fan in the middle of the roof.

In such a small, dark and somewhat damp room, even breathing becomes oppressive, giving people an invisible sense of oppression.

Teacher Yang dragged him out of the room and locked the door.

Lu Ding stretched out his hand in front of him, and said softly, "The key."

"What key?"

"Isn't this my dormitory, the key to the room."

The man snorted coldly, as if he had heard a joke, "We will manage it in a unified way, lock the doors in a unified way, and we won't lose anything."

"What if I lose it?"

The man lifted his chin to the top of his head, and there was a 360° rotating high-definition camera, "Do you think someone who steals something can't be found?"

Lu Ding glanced at him.

The man was a few centimeters taller than him, and he was looking down at him at this time, his eyes seemed to be looking at a prisoner, which made Lu Ding very uncomfortable, but the more uncomfortable he was, the more he wanted to look at this man.

"Don't look at me," the man said, "You're just a boy of eighteen or nineteen."

Lu Ding turned his head and followed him to the cafeteria.

You can smell the greasy food smell as soon as you enter the door. Not to mention the taste of the food, even the hygiene here is as good as the canteen in Xingda.

Even the dining tables are independent like school desks, with a chair on each table.

The surrounding area was surprisingly quiet, even though almost half of the chairs here were full, none of the students spoke, and none of them babbled. These people seemed to be careful even when they ate.

The floor under his feet was greasy and sticky, Lu Ding walked around some soup and food sprinkled on the road in disgust, and came to the cooking window.

Teacher Yang pointed to Lu Ding and said to his aunt, "Two meals."

The aunt smiled and scooped up the rice and vegetables and handed them over, "A newcomer here?"

"Well, it's from our Jiewang side."

"Recently there are always handsome boys coming."

Lu Ding scratched at the side of the rice plate, and doubts suddenly surged in his heart, "What else is there besides the net?"

"We are a mental illness treatment center, and we accept people with any mental illness." Teacher Yang sat on a seat with a plate, "Eat your meal, shut up, here, don't be blind if you don't know what you shouldn't know." ask."

Lu Ding had no choice but to nod, and sat down on a table next to him.

It's really strange here too, Lu Ding thought.

It's not the kind of horrific withdrawal treatment that was reported in the news. The single dormitory will provide food. If you want to stay here for the next six months, you shouldn't have a hard time.

But it's all reduced to here, how difficult it can be.

Lu Ding took a bite of the rice.Although the rice is a bit dry, it is okay to eat with vegetables.

Where did Fang Sheng go?

"Don't waste it," Teacher Yang looked at him, "stand up and read the words on the window aloud."

Lu Ding glanced at his hand, he didn't know when he had pulled a lump of rice onto the table, it was indeed a waste.

"Read, you are a student of a famous university, you don't even know the words."

Lu Ding licked the corner of his mouth, stood up and looked at the billboard hanging above the dining window, and read: "One porridge and one meal should be thought of hard-won, and a strand of persistent memory is hard to come by."

When he was in high school, these two sentences were also hung in the dining room of the attached high school. He didn't know how many times he read and recited them.

"Speak louder." Teacher Yang almost yelled, attracting many people around to look at him.

Lu Ding pursed his lips, and raised his voice, "One porridge and one meal should be thought of as hard-won, and a sliver of persistent memory is hard to come by."

"sit down."

Lu Ding held up his chopsticks and sat down, observing all the people around him.

Each of them is as rigid as a machine, like a standard student carved out of a mold. The sitting posture, the position of the dinner plate, the speed and frequency, and even the expression are almost the same.

There was neither joy nor happiness, nor sadness and anger on their faces, but their eyes were empty and creepy upon closer inspection.

"If you don't eat, no one will care about your hypoglycemia." A cold voice came from the side.

Lu Ding put away his gaze, and didn't turn his head to see the expression on Yang's face. He lowered his head and put the rice into his mouth, and quickly wiped out a plate.

"There is class in the afternoon, follow me to get the textbook."

Lu Ding nodded, sent the tableware to the dining counter, and followed him to the "teaching building".

So weird.

Hearing the name, he thought it was a hospital, but he still had to go to class, and even these people who didn't know whether they were doctors or what they were called "teachers".

Lu Ding took those few "textbooks" and looked at them, including the Disciple Regulations, the Three Character Classic, and several thick law-related books.

Ah.

You don't know if your institution violates the law, but you still dare to go to students to study the law?

He raised the corner of his mouth and smiled sarcastically.

"Is it funny?"

"It's okay, I think it's funny."

Lu Ding came back to his senses, and found that the person standing next to him was no longer the one surnamed Yang, but Director Lin.

The woman was still holding a wooden stick in her hand, and she slammed on the back of Lu Ding's thigh, causing him to stagger in pain.

Oh shit.

"Is it funny?"

Lu Ding bit his lower lip and stood up straight holding the book, "I said, it's okay, I think it's quite funny."

Another stick fell hard.

The woman's mouth, which was painted with bright lipstick, opened and closed, "Are you dissatisfied with us here?"

"No, I'm just laughing at your textbook, the selection is quite innovative."

"Oh?" The woman raised her eyebrows at him, "Do you have an opinion?"

"No," Lu Ding looked at him, "how dare I have an opinion."

"Don't be so sly about your words!" Another stick fell, this time hitting the crook of his leg, knocking Lu Ding directly to his knees, and his knee hit the ground hard, making a crisp sound.

"Did you know you have internet addiction?"

Lu Ding was in so much pain that he couldn't get up. The book fell to the ground. He barely supported himself on the ground. He stared at himself and said with a wry smile, "How should I answer this question? Should I say I know or I don't know? It's like I'm asking you, do you know you're an asshole?"

Lu Ding was a head taller than Director Lin. Enduring the pain in his leg, he stood up straight and looked down at her from above.

The corners of the woman's mouth twitched slightly, and even the bright red lipstick couldn't conceal her embarrassment.

She raised her stick and hit Lu Ding's arm hanging by her side, "Talk back?"

Lu Ding let out a breath slowly, "No, I dare not."

"Put it in confinement." Director Lin picked up the books scattered on the ground one by one, but still held the stick tightly in his hand, as if he was afraid that Lu Ding would take the stick to resist. "Write a review in the dormitory in the afternoon, [-] words , You can’t eat or sleep if you can’t finish writing.”

"Okay." Lu Ding nodded.

A B5-sized diary just handed out was spread out in front of him, and he turned the ballpoint pen twice in his hand.

His name was already written on the cover, and the handwriting was rather scribbled. According to Lu Ding, no, Ms. Liu Xiaoxia's standard, this is a type of dog crawling, and it must be torn up and rewritten a hundred times.

He has never written a review book of more than [-] words since he was a child.

Now it has doubled directly by a hundred times.

Lu Ding smiled, turned to the first page, and wrote three words in standard italics:

Review book