Back to 80: My literary life.

Chapter 470 Haizi has mental problems

Luo Yihe is the least well-known among the "Three Musketeers of Peking University" and died young. Not many people know him in later generations, and his brilliance was overshadowed by Haizi, who lived in the same period.

In fact, Luo Yihe is also a talented poet and is currently the editor of October magazine.

Unlike Xichuan and Haizi, who were born in peasant families, Luo Yihe is a descendant of a famous Luo family and is known as the "last aristocrat in Chinese poetry." His father is Luo Gengmo, the founder of China's financial and accounting system, a famous economist, and the former director of the State Planning Commission (National Development and Reform Commission).

He is three years older than Haizi. Luo Yihe always takes care of this slightly childish "brother" like an older brother.

Historically, after Haizi committed suicide, Luo Yihe sorted out Haizi's poems and handled his funeral affairs. Two months later, he suddenly died of a cerebral hemorrhage.

The diagnosis was massive intracranial hemorrhage caused by congenital cerebral vascular malformation and long-term excessive brain use.

Unlike Haizi's unkempt and slightly neurotic temperament, the young man in front of him had side-parted hair, was clean, sunny and handsome.

When he saw Haizi coming in, he immediately stood up and asked, "Haizi, Xichuan said you wanted to commit suicide, is that true? Why do you want to commit suicide?!"

Perhaps seeing his close friend, Haizi, who had been taciturn all the way, finally said: "What is the meaning of my life? Someone wants to harm me, and Bo Wan ignores me."

As he spoke, Haizi showed a miserable smile on his face.

"Silly Haizi, you are so silly." Luo Yihe's eyes widened with excitement. "You still have your parents and relatives, you still have us, and you still have poetry!"

"Yihe, don't get excited, speak slowly." Luo Yihe's lover Zhang Yan hurriedly advised.

Fang Minghua met Luo Yihe's wife for the first time, a woman who looked very cheerful. Xichuan said that Zhang Xun was not from an ordinary family either, and her father was the president of the China Cartographic Publishing House.

"Editor Fang, sit down, sit down." Xichuan hurriedly greeted him: "What's going on?"

Fang Minghua briefly recounted the story, except that he only said that he met Haizi by chance while strolling on the railway, without mentioning a word about what happened before.

Xichuan was a little suspicious. Why were you strolling on the railway while on a business trip?
But it is a fact that Haizi committed suicide, including the suicide note in Haizi's schoolbag.

"Thank you so much, thank you, thank you for saving him." Xichuan said gratefully.

"You're so polite." Fang Minghua said, then looked at Haizi and said, "Xichuan, come out for a moment. I have something to tell you."

Everyone immediately understood and followed Fang Minghua out of the dormitory and to the stairs, leaving Haizi alone in the room.

"I'm worried that Haizi might have mental problems."

Fang Minghua spoke very directly. Xichuan and the others were smart people and immediately understood the other meaning of Fang Minghua's words.

If he really has mental problems, even if this suicide attempt fails, there will be a second and third time!
"Okay, I'll take Haizi to the Sixth Hospital of Yanda University right away."

Yenching University Sixth Hospital is a nationally renowned psychiatric hospital.

"It would be best to invite Haizi's parents to Yanjing." Fang Minghua reminded: "On some matters, only family members have the right to decide."

"I understand, I understand." Xichuan nodded quickly.

But what does it mean once a person is diagnosed and sent to a mental hospital?
No one dared to think about it any further.

"To be honest, I can't understand why Haizi would go to this point." Luo Yihe, who was standing next to him, couldn't hold back any longer and sighed.

Zhang Xun next to him seemed very calm.

"I told you about Haizi's mental state. If he continues to develop like this, it's only a matter of time before he commits suicide."

"Editor Fang, maybe you think what I said is a bit cruel, but I have seen several people commit suicide," Zhang said. "When I was a freshman at Yanda University, a female classmate of mine hanged herself in her dormitory. She was one day away from turning 17."

"In 85, Yihe's classmate named Zhao Shiren, whom Xichuan also knew, jumped into the Miyun Reservoir and drowned. Yihe and I went to see him at the time."

Zhang Xun said this calmly.

"Some people say that college students are the chosen ones, and Yanda students are the chosen ones. In fact, they are all very fragile inside. Their ideals and reality are incompatible, and they are angry, confused, worried, and desperate."

“Life is only a few decades long, so we should just live in confusion. But often the more knowledgeable people are, the more clear they live. The clearer they are, the more painful it is. In the end, death is the only way to get relief.”

"Sometimes I joke with Yihe that your era of poetry is almost over. You, the Three Swordsmen of Yan University, should put down your swords. Times have changed, and if you don't change, sooner or later these swords will hurt you."

Fang Minghua listened quietly without speaking.

After Zhang Yan finished speaking, Fang Minghua said that since Haizi was fine for the time being, he was going to return to Xijing.

"Oh, by the way, Yihe." Fang Minghua suddenly thought of something and looked at Luo Yihe: "You'd better go to the hospital for a check-up. I'm not saying that you have mental problems like Haizi, but your body, especially your head, should be checked by a CT scan or something. I don't think you look well."

"Editor-in-Chief Fang, you are so scary. I am in good health." Luo Yihe said with a smile. He did not believe what Fang Minghua said at all.

Fang Minghua sighed inwardly and said, "It's better to be careful. I'm leaving now. Goodbye!"

"We'll take you there."

The three of them sent Fang Minghua downstairs. Seeing Fang Minghua hurriedly leaving with her travel bag, Zhang Yan suddenly shouted.

"Editor-in-Chief Fang?"

Fang Minghua stopped and turned to look at her: "What's the matter?"

"Did you really go to Shanhaiguan for a meeting?"

Fang Minghua looked at her, smiled and said nothing, then turned and left, his back disappearing around the corner.

"Hey, Xichuan, you interact a lot with Minghua. Is he like this usually? Why do I feel like he's very mysterious today?" Luo Yihe said.

"Mysterious? I feel a little bit today. It's incredible that he could save Haizi's life in Shanhaiguan." Xichuan also said. "But he is indeed a very kind person to his friends."

The two were chatting casually and preparing to return upstairs, but they saw Zhang Yan staring blankly out the door, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Zhang Xun, what's wrong? Go up." Luo Yihe urged.

Zhang Yan suddenly woke up and said to her husband, "Take a leave in the next two days, and I will accompany you to the hospital for a physical examination."

"Do you really believe what Minghua said?" Luo Yihe laughed.

"Hmm!" Zhang Yan's expression was very serious: "Didn't you just say that rescuing Haizi was such an incredible thing? Maybe there are even more incredible things? Listen to me, come with me to check!"

Three days later, Luo Yihe was dragged by his wife to the cerebrovascular department of Yanjing Tiantan Hospital for examination. The result shocked the couple: Luo Yihe suffered from congenital cerebral vascular malformation, and excessive fatigue or emotional excitement could easily induce cerebral hemorrhage, so he needed surgery as soon as possible.

Time goes back to that day.

Fang Minghua said goodbye to Xichuan and the others, and did not return to Xijing immediately. Instead, he took a taxi to his own courtyard in Liuya Hutong, Shichahai. Since he was already there, he had to come and take a look.

Sitting in the car, Fang Minghua looked at the hustle and bustle outside and thought about Haizi.

Haizi’s life is not in danger for now, but what about the future?
(End of this chapter)