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04.
For breakfast, I added a chicken leg for "mentally disabled," and the "child" is quite just and righteous. I've decided to take him to talk to the dean about becoming a regular employee.
The dean comes to work very late, his face is much less swollen, but as soon as he speaks, he gasps for breath. I feel great in my heart, but on the surface, I have a solemn face: "I'm sorry, Dean, this fool didn't leave yesterday. She said I called her at our hospital and insisted on hitting me. I had to buy her a lollipop to calm her down - you know, she's a mental patient, she wouldn't be legally responsible even if she killed me. Then she refused to leave my house. Should we call the police?"
"What police? She's a fool, what's the use of calling the police!" The old man solemnly scolded me, "Why did you bring her to me?"
"I'm not asking you to switch sides, I'm here to handle some formalities. Where are you going and where did they follow you? I can't do anything about it!"
The department head chuckled and said, "Ah, okay! You're really getting under my skin with this 'switching sides' thing. Let's leave it for now and deal with it later!"
I was in a rush but didn't dare to scold him.
"Confirmed! 'Mentally disabled' spoke. But not to me, but to the dean."
"Give Auntie a confirmation!" 'Mentally disabled' bent down and took off the sneakers on her feet, glaring at the dean.
"You, get this troublemaker out of here!" The dean was dumbfounded. "Call security!"
"mentally disabled" reached out and grabbed the director's neck: "Make me a permanent employee, Auntie!"
The security guard came, but didn't dare to approach. I stopped them, "mentally disabled" threw a sneaker, then picked up a glass ashtray from the desk and gestured with it towards the director's head. This guy was definitely going to crack the director's head open.
The director brought out the application form for permanent employment and asked me to fill it out. "mentally disabled" glared at me, holding the ashtray, waiting for my reaction.
The form needs to be signed by the dean, but the old guy is dragging his feet and refusing to comply. Tears fell from my eyes, and the "mentally disabled" person asked me, "Auntie, don't cry. Is it because this bad person won't give you a permanent position?" As he spoke, he raised the object in his hand high. The dean wet himself, and quickly signed and stamped the form.
I received the form and tried to take the ashtray from the "mentally disabled" person: "Here, give it to me, Auntie is getting promoted." "Mentally disabled" obediently let go of the director and walked away with me, leaving the ashtray behind. Oh my, this is not a "mentally disabled" person, this is an angel.
I have decided to settle him in my home.
I cook, and he watches from the side, as if my actions have triggered memories in his brain. Not only can he do what I have done, but he can also come up with new ideas. In addition to local dishes from Jiangbei, he can easily make Northeastern Guo Bao Rou, Sichuan's fish-flavored shredded pork, Henan's braised noodles, Lanzhou's pulled noodles... and they all taste great.
In the morning, he gets up to cook, and after we eat, he washes the dishes.
After getting off work in the evening and returning home, he immediately set the table for dinner.
Is he a reincarnated spiritual child?
At first, I would buy groceries and come back every day. Later, I noticed that he was quite obedient, so I tried giving him a key. He refused, saying, "Auntie, I dare not go out. I am afraid!"
With him around, the dean didn't dare knock on my door again. But as time passed, I also felt that this couldn't go on like this. The gossipy nurses at the station were already whispering behind my back:
"Have you heard? Doctor Yang brought the idiot he treated back home. That idiot does the laundry, cooks, and mops the floor, serving her like a nanny..."
"Do you think that idiot has the mental capacity of a four or five-year-old, and yet That guy is supposed to be an adult, right? Is Doctor Yang using him to vent her anger?"
I felt embarrassed and annoyed, but that's the reality, and I can't shut other people's mouths.
I want to send him away, but I don't know where to send him. I called the rescue station, but they hung up as soon as they heard my situation. After living together for a long time, I say I want him to leave, but in reality, I can't bear to do it.
Apart from cooking, he can do laundry, mop the floor, and any other chores. The most important thing is having this carefree man at home, which makes me feel secure and at ease like never before.
When my husband was studying in Shanghai, he cheated on me with a colleague. When he talked about divorce, he was decisive and resolute, as if we hadn't been married for three years.
Women also have needs. I even have a morbid curiosity about whether "mentally disabled" is a place for adult men.
I bought him two new outfits, a sportswear and a navy blue suit. They looked great on his 1.8-meter-tall body. When he changed in front of me, I noticed he had an eight-pack abs and I almost reached out to touch them. I didn't see him as an adult, and I'm usually quite straightforward.
I went to the bathroom to shower, threw my clothes in the washing machine, and started it. Then I remembered I forgot to take the clothes I wanted to change into. "Mentally disabled," he sat in the living room watching cartoons. If I came out naked, he would definitely see me.
I had no choice but to call out to him, "Xiao Qin, could you help me bring the dress from the balcony?" He cheerfully agreed, and I opened the bathroom door a crack to reach out and grab it with my bare arm. But I must have exposed myself, as I saw the bulge between his legs! I quickly grabbed the clothes and closed the door, my heart pounding in my chest.
After taking a shower, I forced myself to stay calm as I came out. "mentally disabled" stared at the TV and said to me, "Auntie, you look very pretty." I didn't know if I was resigned or disappointed. I've actually gotten used to the presence of "mentally disabled" in my home, in my heart, and in my life. Sometimes, I even think: if he weren't "mentally disabled", I would marry him!
Actually, now it seems like the only thing left between us is to go to bed.
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