The prince of heaven only wants salted fish

The voting was over, and the patients left one after another. The dean stood behind the ballot box to hide his trembling.

He turned back and glanced at the two paintings again: two realistic sketches, one was a stream of consciousness, and the other was an abstract painting. They were indeed the best of the painting world, and they were so ugly that they were indistinguishable.

In this case, it was really impossible to tell who drew the two paintings.

How could it be like this? !

Mei Youde was indignant: Was this Yu Ji sent by God to smite him? ?

He couldn't discipline him, and he couldn't drive him away. Now he finally had a chance to plot against him, but he was the one who was disgusted!

He couldn't tell whose painting was whose, so he naturally lost the chance to cheat in advance. However, Mei Youde didn't give up hope completely: since the paintings of these two people were equally ugly, the final number of votes was theoretically randomly distributed, and it was still quite suspenseful - maybe Mu Yue's painting would win!

Soon it was time to count the votes. A nurse came up to the stage, opened the voting box, took out the vote cards, and started counting the votes.

In order to prevent some patients from being illiterate, the vote cards were made very simple and clear: the left and right drawing boards were marked with blue and red respectively, and the vote cards in each person's hand also corresponded to two colors. If you like a picture, you can put the corresponding color of the vote card into the voting box.

Ji Cheng and Mu Yue could also see the process of counting the votes clearly - the nurse placed the corresponding vote card in front of the corresponding drawing board, and it was clear at a glance whether the color corresponded, and at the end of the line, the number of votes was also not difficult to see.

As the nurse placed the vote cards in front of the corresponding drawing board, Mu Yue's face became more and more ugly.

After all, the number of votes in front of the two drawing boards was already clear at a glance, and there was no need to count them deliberately - one side was lush and prosperous, and the other side was just a few kittens, and who was more and who was less, you could tell at a glance.

Even if the two paintings did not indicate who painted them, it was not difficult to guess which one was painted by him just by looking at Mu Yue's expression.

When the final votes were counted, Mei Youde's last glimmer of hope was shattered.

Mu Yue's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, but Ji Cheng was smiling. He walked straight to the drawing board full of red tickets, gently took down the painting, turned around and asked Mu Yue: "How about it, can you fulfill your promise now?"

Mei Youde stood in his original position and subconsciously wanted to speak up to defend Mu Yue - after all, he had been coaxing his ancestors for so long, not to mention that he was also counting on Mu Song's high hospitalization fees and good publicity for Ren'an Nursing Home every year, and this habit was almost natural!

However, Mu Yue did not wait for Mei Youde to speak. He gritted his teeth and untied the watch on his wrist, and stuffed it into Ji Cheng's hand: "Here!"

Ji Cheng smiled: "Hey, who said I don't understand art before?"

Mu Yue: "..."

He glared at Ji Cheng fiercely, and seemed to want to take action again, but due to the experience of repeated failures in Ji Cheng's hands before, he still did not dare to put it into practice. He just snatched the ballot box from the nurse's hand, smashed it to pieces on the ground with a bang, and then turned around and left!

He didn't even bother to clean up his "masterpiece", and it can be seen that he was furious.

The frightened nurse: QAQ

Seeing Mu Yue leave angrily, Dean Mei Youde didn't care to stare at Ji Cheng here, and hurriedly chased Mu Yue with a group of doctors and nurses.

The back of the dog-legged eagerness reminded Ji Cheng of the eunuchs who protected the emperor in ancient times.

He played with the watch that Mu Yue stuffed in, while admiring the two paintings.

It was really hard to believe that there was someone in the world who could compete with him in terms of skills.

Yu Yiyi brought Chi Xiaohe up from the stage—the former was a regular visitor who joined in the fun. She had helped to get the paintings before, while Chi Xiaohe was one of the patients who was asked by Mei Youla to vote to make up the numbers.

Hu Zhang still didn't come down. This guy was still afraid of the non-existent wheel in his mind. He asked him to go downstairs as if he was going to kill him. However, when voting just now, Ji Cheng turned his head and glanced in the direction of the hospital building, and happened to see Hu Zhang's face pressed against the railing of the window in the corridor on the second floor.

Tsk, he still wanted to watch the fun.

Chi Xiaohe looked at the two paintings for a long time, and then asked: "...Why did you win?"

Although she had been hospitalized for several years, she had depression, not Alzheimer's disease, and she still had a basic level of aesthetic appreciation: these two paintings were clearly ugly, so why were the votes so different?

Ji Cheng put the watch into the pocket of his hospital gown and asked, "Which one did you vote for?"

Chi Xiaohe was stunned.

She had just voted for the painting by Ji Cheng.

Thinking back carefully, when she was voting, she looked at the two paintings and felt that they were so ugly that it was impossible to objectively evaluate which one was better. Of course, she just followed her intuition and chose one at random.

But if you think about it more, why did she choose Yu Ji's painting according to her intuition?

Ji Cheng still had a smiling expression on his face, looking like a master, and did not explain too much.

Although the real answer is also very simple - although Ji Cheng and Mu Yue's hands-on skills are equally bad, as the successor of the Emperor of Heaven, his education and influence are obviously not comparable to Mu Yue's, let alone Ji Cheng's. Cheng has also seen the scenery of all worlds. Even if he doesn't know much about art and aesthetics, the little knowledge he can bring out is enough for ordinary people to drink a pot.

His painting skills are almost terrible, but Ji Cheng's aesthetic knowledge is much higher. Even if both paintings are ugly on the surface, if they are forced to choose the taller one from the shortest, most people will still choose Ji Cheng based on their intuition. The one from the city.

Although Jicheng didn't quite understand why Mu Yue, a man who claimed to have inherited his father's artistic talent, had such poor painting skills.

Chi Xiaohe looked like he was deep in thought.

Caregivers came up to clean up the venue - this stage was temporarily set up by them. Now that the Painting Cup is over, in order to prevent the loser Mu Yue from being unhappy when he sees it, they have to dismantle it quickly. The remains of the ballot box on the ground also need to be cleaned up... …

Chi Xiaohe rarely went downstairs. The sunshine was good this afternoon, so she was not in a hurry to go back.

Jicheng didn't leave either: "You actually don't want to die at all, right?"

Chi Xiaohe was stunned for a moment when he heard Jicheng's question.

Jicheng said: "You have tried to commit suicide so many times before, but you didn't really intend to die at all, right?"

Otherwise, why would you choose the second floor when jumping from a building? The movement of raising her legs was deliberately slow and awkward, not to mention that Chi Xiaohe had been to the treatment room on the sixth floor. The windows there were large and wide. If she was really bent on committing suicide, it would obviously be more convenient to go there directly.

Jicheng continued: "You make so much noise in the nursing home, but you always stop when you're done. Is it because you want to get out?"

If you make too much noise, you will be imprisoned on the sixth floor. If you make too little noise, you will not be taken seriously. It seems that the only way to attract attention is to use this method that is not strong enough but dramatic enough - whether it is a nursing home or a hospital. It's the husband who hasn't appeared since he sent Chi Xiaohe here.

Chi Xiaohe's face showed a rare look of nervousness.

But after a moment, her shoulders relaxed, and she nodded gently: "Yes."

It's midsummer, and the city where Yan'an Nursing Home is located is close to the southernmost tip of country A. Even though it's almost evening, the sunshine is still strong and warm.

Chi Xiaohe turned his head towards the outside of the nursing home, where the trees and shrubs were lush and green: "I want to go out."

"Being locked up in this hellish place, I have nothing to do except some random treatments every day. I can't live or work, and I have no way to seek justice for Linlin." Chi Xiaohe said softly.

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"I don't know what future my life will have if I stay here, but every time I really want to die, I can't help but feel timid," she laughed at herself, "It's ridiculous to say that, right? A depressed person wouldn't dare Go to hell.”

Ji Cheng raised his eyebrows: "Who said those who dare to die are depressed?"

Chi Xiaohe said: "I think so."

"They always say I'm hypocritical. Real depression can lead to suicide. I had a problem once, and then I was sent here."

"Now that the impulsiveness has passed, I want to go out, but I can't leave anymore."

Ji Cheng was speechless for a moment.

He had briefly experienced the feeling of "depression" in the small world of Ling Qi Yi Er, but after all, it was just the remaining emotional fluctuations in his body, and it actually did not have much impact on him, so that now he faced Chi Xiao Hey, he didn't quite know how to speak to her.

After all, their relationship is just that of "patients", and he himself is not a professional doctor. It is not Jicheng's task to change Chi Xiaohe's concept.

So Jicheng turned to another word: "asking for justice?"

"Linlin" should be Chi Xiaohe's son, but according to Hu Zhang's report this morning, wasn't the child's death a pure accident?

Chi Xiaohe said: "Linlin lost his footing and fell from the teaching building when he was playing with his classmates. The guardrail was in disrepair. The school concealed this later matter when reporting it."

Ji Cheng was stunned for a moment.

Chi Xiaohe: "The school spent a lot of energy suppressing the news. I wanted to be exposed, but there was no way... Later I was sent here by A Bin. He said that Yan'an Nursing Home was online It’s very famous, send me here, maybe I can recover.”

"...If I can go out, I want to seek justice for Linlin."

Chi Xiaohe's words were intermittent, and his logic was not very coherent. Ji Cheng was silent for a moment, and then suddenly laughed.

He said: "Yes."

——

The first Painting Cup of Union Nursing Home started in full swing, but ended in a hurry. Afterwards, the hospital nurses spent a lot of effort to dismantle the temporary stage.

Late at night, when the nurses on duty at Yan'an Nursing Home were all beginning to take a nap, a figure quietly climbed out of the window on the second floor of the inpatient building, threw out a long rope woven from bedsheets and underwear, and slid it directly down the wall, easily Then it fell to the ground.

Jicheng had already changed back into the regular clothes he had worn when he first entered the sanatorium. With his mobile phone and the brand-name watch he had won from Mu Yue in his pocket, he began to act in the dark under the moonlight.

It has been more than a month since he came to Yan'an Sanatorium. He has already briefly surveyed the surrounding terrain during his daily walks. In addition, he can also check the map online with the help of his mobile phone's Internet connection, so the departure route has already been planned in Jicheng's mind.

It was pitch black all around. The stinginess of the Ren'an Sanatorium meant that they would not turn on the lights at night to waste electricity. The lush trees blocked the light from the distant villages and cities. Fortunately, the moonlight was good tonight, and Ji Cheng's mental strength was not a problem in seeing things in the dark, so he didn't have to grope in the dark.

Following the terrain in his memory, Ji Cheng quickly bypassed the inpatient building and went out of the sanatorium.

There was a low earthen wall in that direction, which was relatively easier to climb than those anti-theft walls tied with iron wire. In addition, there were many thunderstorms in the midsummer season, and a big one just two days ago. If the earthen wall was washed down, it would be easier to escape.

Ji Cheng was thinking about this in his heart, but a shout came from his ear.

"Who?"

Ji Cheng suddenly stopped and quickly recognized who the person who spoke was in the dark - Mu Yue.

It was difficult to hide, because Mu Yue also determined Ji Cheng's position with the moonlight and was walking towards him quickly.