A generation of soldiers begins with Feng Yuxiu traveling through time and space with Xu Sanduo

Chapter 433 He's Mentally Ill

It was the dead of winter, late at night.

Feng Yuxiu leaned against the fence that had no walls, gazing at the distant wilderness, with the streetlights that the village chief had rarely built behind him.

His house had no courtyard wall, only a dilapidated bedroom.

With each breath, a thick plume of white vapor erupted from Feng Yuxiu's body, making the cold night even more desolate. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a pack of cigarettes, and lit it.

He then squatted down and, using the streetlight behind him, stretched out his hands in front of his eyes. These hands did not look like those of a farmer at all.

He opened his eyes and someone told him that this was his place, this was his village.

The old woman sleeping inside was his mother; the place was completely unfamiliar.

Feng Yuxiu squatted down, puffing on his cigarette. "Where did all my memories from before I was born go? Am I dreaming?"

Even if he's thirty years old now, where did his memories from before he was thirty go?
Upon rational reflection, Feng Yuxiu felt that something was amiss.

The problem is that everyone around him knows him. The old lady says he is her son, and Xiao Zhuang and Dezi also smile at him familiarly.

Everything is fine, except...

Besides them saying their hairstyles and clothes weren't quite right...

Feng Yuxiu touched his hair; it was a buzz cut.

As for his clothes, they were clearly camouflage... Where would a farmer get camouflage?

and many more……

Feng Yuxiu suddenly stood up. "Xiao Zhuang said during the day that I went to the mountain to hunt wild animals. Could it be that I fell down and got amnesia?"

As soon as this thought came to mind, a feeling of clarity shot from the soles of my feet straight to the top of my head.

"That must be it, otherwise nothing can be explained... Right, I must have lost my memory from the fall."

Otherwise, he couldn't have appeared out of thin air, and it just so happens that everyone here knows him, right?

"go to bed!"

Feng Yuxiu smashed his cigarette butt a few times, threw it on the ground, turned around, straightened his clothes, and went inside.

Pushing open the door, I saw the old lady sleeping in the suite.

Feng Yuxiu stood in front of the mirror, carefully examining himself, and unconsciously took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.

There was a photograph on the wall next to the mirror. It was a black and white photo from around the 70s, about half a meter long.

A black and white sticker, about one-sixth the size of a regular photo, was pasted on the bottom right corner of the picture.

The old man and the young man complemented each other perfectly. Feng Yuxiu stepped forward and took a closer look, his eyes showing a hint of realization.

These must be his father and brother.

"How could I have such a bad memory?"

The old woman turned over and, in her drowsy state, saw Feng Yuxiu standing on the ground muttering something.
"What are you looking at if you're not sleeping? Your dad and brother won't survive either. Go to sleep."

"How did they die?" Feng Yuxiu turned his head and asked.

The old woman yawned, seemingly realizing something, "He was struck by lightning."

Feng Yuxiu turned around and lit a cigarette. "I forgot."

Under the dark night.

The only light and shadow is from the incandescent bulb.

The cold wind outside the window was howling and rattling against it.

The old lady leaned slightly against the wall, so half of her body was hidden in the darkness.

Her voice was low and questioning, "Have you really forgotten?"

Feng Yuxiu scratched his head. "I forgot. I might have fallen on the mountain during the day and lost some of my memory."

The old lady leaned forward slightly, and Feng Yuxiu saw her bright side again. She smiled kindly and said, "It's good that you've forgotten. Your father wasn't a good person either. He's dead, so be it. But others can say your father wasn't a good person, but you can't. You should still offer incense to your father during festivals."

"Go to sleep."

The old lady turned off the light in her room, and Feng Yuxiu stood in front of the mirror, still somewhat bewildered.

The old lady didn't say anything.

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The next day, Feng Yuxiu, as usual, went to the repair shop around noon with a cigarette in his mouth and his hands in his pockets.

Wangdu Village is now deserted, with only some old people and hooligans remaining.

Everyone else has moved to Sun City, so there are very few people here, and hardly anyone on the streets.

"You're here, Tree." Uncle No. 2 smiled and nodded, casually tossing a cigarette to him.

Feng Yuxiu skillfully took the clip and put it on his ear, then changed his clothes and welding helmet and crawled under the car.

"The chassis of this car is broken. Can you weld it?"

My second uncle appreciated Feng Yuxiu's quick and efficient car repair yesterday, so he was much more polite in his speech today.

Feng Yuxiu didn't say a word, and soon the sound of crackling sparks flying everywhere rang out.

The more Uncle looked at it, the more pleasing it seemed to him. He squatted down, smoking and smiling, "Shu, you're different now. You're working more seriously now, not just going through the motions."

Feng Yuxiu took off his welding helmet and turned his head to the side, asking, "What did I look like before?"

"Back then...it was a..."

"what!"

Feng Yuxiu forgot that his other hand was still on the welding torch, and sparks flew everywhere, hitting his face with sparks from those who were too close.

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Inside the Wangdu Town Health Hospital.

Feng Yuxiu lay on the hospital bed, his eyes wrapped in layers of gauze.

A young man sat on the bed opposite Feng Yuxiu, staring at him for a long time before glancing at him angrily. "What else can you do? You used to hang out with those good-for-nothings in the village drinking all the time. Now you've finally found a job, and you can't even do it well."

Feng Yuxiu listened quietly, his eyes burned by the sparks from the welding, causing him to lose his sight for a short time.

The young man, smoking a cigarette, pointed at Feng Yuxiu and said, "Where would you find spare money these days? Does your illness come without cost?"

Feng Yuxiu turned his head and asked, "Who are you?"

The young man stood up and stared at Feng Yuxiu. "I'm planning to take Mom away in a few days. Staying with you will cause problems sooner or later."

After saying that, the young man took out a wad of cash from inside his leather jacket, thought for a moment, counted it, and threw it on the bed. "This is three hundred yuan. I don't have any more. That's all."

"You can figure out the rest yourself."

He then turned and walked out of the ward, closing the door behind him.

"So it was my younger brother..."

Feng Yu smoothed things over with the young man, and despite saying that, he still left money for his medical treatment.

This person is cold on the outside but soft on the inside, not bad.

Ke gradually shook his head and slowly sat up. He was repairing the car while wearing a welding helmet. Why did that old man have to talk to him now of all times?

Was this intentional?
A strange emotion began to grow within him.

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In Feng Yuxiu's home, his younger brother was on the phone, while his elderly mother leaned against the wall on the kang (a heated brick bed), gazing at the canned food and Want Want rice crackers on the bed.

"Mom, this place is about to be demolished. Come with me to town... Wait, I need to take this call..."

"Hello...where is this? Provence Gardens...I know this place...I'll be there in about twenty minutes...okay..."

"Mom, let's go..."

The old lady closed her eyes. "I won't go. What will happen to your second brother if I leave? If you really care, go to Erzhu's house and get the land back. Your second brother will depend on the land to live from now on."

The second son hung up the phone, saying, "I don't get involved in your rural affairs. Cheng's mother, you can stay here for now. I'll come pick you up after I'm done with this."

The old woman threw the broom from the kang (a heated brick bed) at her, yelling, "What do you mean by 'this is our rural stuff'? Didn't you come from the countryside yourself? Get out of here!"

"Mom, what are you doing now... sigh... I'll talk to you about it later."

The second son shook his head and walked out. Erzhu's family held absolute power in Wangdu Village, and no one dared to provoke them at this time.

Besides, he's a city dweller now, so it's best for him not to get involved in these rural matters. What's the point of arguing with these lower-class people?

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— In the afternoon, Feng Yuxiu will be able to walk to the toilet by feeling the wall.

Xiao Zhuang and Dezi didn't come to visit him either, perhaps because they didn't know.

After sneaking into the toilet, taking out his penis, and urinating, Feng Yuxiu stood in front of the mirror and touched his own face.

"How come you look so haggard in just a few days..."

Based on the information gathered over the past two days, he should be around thirty-seven or thirty-eight years old.

But the marks on his body and the surface of his muscles don't look like someone who's almost forty; he looks much older now.

Just as he was leaving the restroom and heading towards the ward, a passing nurse paused, then hurriedly stepped forward and pressed down on Feng Yuxiu's arm. "Uncle, why are you alone... Come, come, let me help you to your bed."

Feng Yuxiu listened to the soft, childlike voice and said, "I know you."

"Hey, Tree, don't you recognize me? I'm Pingping... the second daughter of the Youwang family..."

Feng Yuxiu became increasingly confused, then put it out of his mind; since he had forgotten about it, he might as well forget it.

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Lying in his hospital bed, Feng Yuxiu tossed and turned, feeling strangely calm despite his injury.

Moreover, he discovered something: how could a farmer who had never been to school, who looked to be almost forty, have such a free-flowing mind?

For example, he was able to analyze that this statement was not the thinking of a forty-year-old farmer.

Feng Yuxiu slowly sat up, touched the money given to him by his second son, turned around and walked out of the ward.

"Nurse, nurse..."

A nurse in the corridor quickly approached, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

"Excuse me, where is the orthopedics department located?"

"It's on the third floor... Never mind, I'll take you there..."

Upon arriving at the orthopedics department, Feng Yuxiu waited for a long time before going inside.

The doctor, smoking a cigarette, looked at the blindfolded Feng Yuxiu and asked impatiently, "Where does it hurt?"

Feng Yuxiu calmly said, "Doctor, please test my bone age."

The doctor paused, tapped his cigarette against the ashtray, and asked, "Why are you testing this?"

“I have money.” Feng Yuxiu took out some money and slapped it on the table.

"Okay, I'll write you a prescription." The doctor didn't care about the test; very few people would actually get it done. He was just asking casually.

After the X-ray, the doctor told me that the results wouldn't be available until the afternoon.

Feng Yuxiu turned around and went back to the ward to rest with his eyes closed.

Gradually, he drifted off to sleep in a daze.

He had a strange dream in which he was standing in front of a temple.

Inside the temple, incense burners and cauldrons were filled with swirling smoke.

A Taoist priest came out of the temple, sweeping fallen leaves with a broom.

"Isn't this a temple? Why are Taoist priests inside?"

The Taoist priest smiled. "Why can't we go inside?"

"Won't those monks beat you up?"

"Go ahead and fight, they're beating them really badly."

"You'd be inside even if I hit you?"

"I beat them up, and once they were subdued, they stopped talking."

"Oh, then why are you staying in the temple? Shouldn't Taoist priests be performing rituals?"

"Do you know that you've gone mad with demonic possession?"

What does it mean to be "possessed by demonic possession"?

"It's you... a fake innate master using a grandmaster's technique, and using it so clumsily. If you don't suffer a qi deviation, who will? To put it bluntly, you're mentally unstable now."

"How can I be treated? I don't want to die."

"Easy, just find a mentally ill person and eat him!"

In a daze, Feng Yuxiu saw the Taoist priest transform into a black ape, baring its fangs and biting off his head.

"what!"

Feng Yuxiu sat up abruptly, his back soaked with sweat. Only the warmth emanating from the radiator against the wall kept him from feeling cold.

Why would I have such an illogical dream?

"Uncle, your scans are in. The doctor wants me to take you there."

Pingping skipped and hopped in, calling out.

Feng Yuxiu stood up and began to feel around, while Pingping helped him walk outside.

"Shu, you can remove the bandage tomorrow. It was just a flash of electricity from the welding machine, there's not much damage."

Feng Yuxiu did not answer; he only wanted to know his bone age.

Upon entering the orthopedic surgeon's office, Pingping helped Feng Yuxiu sit down.

Although he couldn't see the doctor's face, Feng Yuxiu sensed that the doctor sitting in front of him was somewhat nervous, as his breathing had become rapid.

"It's like this, there might be a problem with our machine. Would you like me to do it again?"

Feng Yuxiu frowned. "Could I see the report?"

"You can't see it, so I'll read it to you." The doctor picked up the report, paused for a moment, and then put it down. "There's not much to read, it's just that the machine is malfunctioning."

"What is my bone age as shown on the chart?" Feng Yuxiu pressed.

"That's a problem, you can't..."

"explain!!!"

Feng Yuxiu suddenly roared and stood up, kicking the table against the wall. The doctor was pressed against the wall and stared in horror at Feng Yuxiu's sudden outburst.

Pingping, standing behind him, was stunned with fright.

"Around twenty-three!!" the doctor cried out in anguish.

Feng Yuxiu's arms hung down naturally, and he remained silent for a long time without saying a word.

Then he turned around and slowly crept out.

Pingping quickly chased after him, saying, "Uncle, I'll take you home."

Feng Yuxiu lay peacefully on the hospital bed.

Around 23 years old!

Why would the bone age be around 23 years old?

Feng Yuxiu suddenly sat up, “Why…why…something’s not right…everyone here knows me…”

"I'm forty years old...I..."

He suddenly looked up, saw a blurry darkness through the gauze, and his voice trembled, "Am I mentally ill?"

[By taking this, you can cure your mental illness and your demonic possession.]

The Taoist priest's voice, which I had been dreaming of, rang clearly in my ears.

"No, I'm not mentally ill... I'm normal... Mentally ill people don't think like this... But if I'm not mentally ill... why did I lose all my memories..."

"Could this all be my imagination? Are all the people here fake? Am I actually in a vegetative state, lying in bed? Is this village just a figment of my imagination?"

"Something's not right... Fantasy can't be this real..."

"If this is all a fantasy, then this place is all fake... What would happen if I killed someone? No, why would I even have such a thought?"

Am I sick? Am I mentally ill?

Outside the ward, the orthopedic surgeon and Pingping, along with the security guard behind them, listened blankly to Feng Yuxiu talking to himself inside.

"Never mind, let's go, let's go." The doctor was so frightened that he turned and left.

Just kidding, this guy really looks like he has bipolar disorder, what if he really is mentally ill?

It's not illegal for a mentally ill person to kill someone. It would be too frustrating to get stabbed by him, so it's best not to provoke him.

Anyway, there was no real damage from that kick, I was just a little angry.

"Forget it, why should I argue with a madman... Living is the most important thing..."

(End of this chapter)