第七章张锋的伤心事3(7/9)

                                                                        我正睡得香，怱然听见一阵呼哧呼哧的喘气声。我一下子醒啦，看见那个干柴棒正站在我床头边撸管子。真他妈是精神病，他撸管子也不在他床上撸，还他妈站我床头看着我撸。
                                                                                                                                                                你干啥！我坐起来，大声问他。
                                                                                                                                                                那个干柴棒一点都不慌，还是起劲的撸管子，边撸边说，老弟，我在造雪糕，夏天吃雪糕最好啦。
                                                                                                                                                                说着说着他撸出来，出来啦出来啦，他还兴奋得叫着，俩手一套，都弄手心里了，然后两手一抹一搓，满手白沫沫。天太热，雪糕刚造出来就化啦，我靠他妈，这个杂种还这样说，他说着就把湿湿漉漉的手指头塞到嘴里又吸又添，还一边吃一边咋吧嘴。
                                                                                                                                                                他又把另一个手举到我脸上，让我也吃他的雪糕。滚你妈的蛋！他手上的腥臭味差点不让我吐出来，我一巴掌把他拨一边去。我恶心的差点吐出来。跟这样的精神病住一屋，我咋能睡好觉。
                                                                                                                                                                我让张医生给我调房间，我要住单间。
                                                                                                                                                                那个住院部领班的护工说暂时调不出来单间，让我委屈几天，以后有病人出院了再让我住单间。他领着我选了几个房间，我靠他妈，精神病院的病房也紧张，都是住着两三个疯子傻子，住单间的都是有狂燥症的病人。
                                                                                                                                                                我怕其他病人更变态，半夜掐我脖子怎么办，选来选去，还是跟这个撸管子造雪糕的病人同房好一点。我就想了，来这也不是享福的，凑合着过一个月吧。
                                                                                                                                                                林子大了，啥鸟都有，精神病院大了，啥精神病都有，医生说那个干柴棒是味觉障碍情感障碍精神病，吃屎喝尿对他来说就跟正常人吃饭一样，他不知道脏臭。
                        

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