God said I would meet you

The recurrence rate of mental illness is not low.

The expert who consulted Lin Jinyu once told Lin Huainan that he should be mentally prepared to accompany his son, because although the patient must be the one who suffers the most from depression, the whole recovery process is also a difficult practice for the family.

Emotions are transmitted. When someone close to you continues to emit negative emotions to you within a certain period of time, you will be more or less influenced and assimilated, and you will also fall into that pessimistic atmosphere. Temper will also gradually wear out your patience, and maybe love too.

At 10:30, three hours and twelve minutes after Lin Jinyu came back from the hospital, Zhang Xinli came back.

During this period, Lin Jinyu still didn't say a word. The little cousin walked anxiously back and forth in the living room for a hundred times. When he heard the sound of the door, it was like hearing fairy music. He rushed up and said, "Thank God, I finally came back. Look what happened?"

Zhang Xinli closed the door and changed his shoes in one go. He gave the croissant croissant that he bought in the cake shop on the way back to his little cousin, motioned him to take it, hissed him again, told him to be quiet, and walked quickly to Lin Jinyu. before.

Maybe it was because of his accumulated experience before, he didn't have much expression on his face, and he looked quite calm. Lin Jinyu didn't respond positively to his arrival, but instead frowned and turned his face away.

Zhang Xinli didn't chatter about this and that as soon as he came up, but just squatted down on tiptoe in front of Lin Jinyu, observing him silently and carefully.

It was as if someone was staring at you while you were eating or doing something. This kind of staring for a long time would make people uncomfortable. Zhang Xinli waited patiently for about seven or eight minutes, and finally Lin Jinyu said, "Why are you staring all the time? He was obviously very displeased: "Leave me alone, can I just stay alone? Can't you understand people's words?"

"I just came back, I don't know what you think," Zhang Xinli looked at him, without showing any worry or panic, and just talked to him in a normal way: "Have you eaten?"

"Lie, didn't you say everything on the phone for so long?" Lin Jinyu said coldly, "Don't eat, leave me alone."

His tone was very indifferent, rejecting people thousands of miles away, but Zhang Xinli was relieved to hear it. Lin Jinyu seemed to be able to communicate normally and cared about what happened to the outside world.

The little cousin had only heard about Lin Jinyu's minor illness from Lin Huainan's mouth before, and had never seen him in a dead end, so he had no experience in dealing with it, and he was concerned about his cousin's situation, so he kept asking What happened to Zhang Xinli and Lin Jinyu? Did he have a seizure?

Zhang Xinli didn't have the time to answer him, and he couldn't answer him. The little cousin really panicked when he saw Lin Jinyu like this for the first time, and said, "Speak up, why don't you... go to the hospital, I'll drive over right away."

These ordinary words hit Lin Jinyu's emotional trigger point precisely. Zhang Xinli didn't expect that the gray shadow that had gone away would appear sooner or later, but at this time it appeared without warning, so he forgot to inform him in advance. , This is a bad thing, I saw Lin Jinyu's face changed instantly, he stood up abruptly and said: "Don't go to the hospital! I said I want to be alone, why...why are you No one listens to me?"

"Why don't you go to the hospital when you are sick? I forgot to ask, do you take care of yourself every day and take the medicine prescribed by the doctor on time every day?" They all forgot about this: "You were not..."

Zhang Xinli was speechless, stood up and tugged at him, and suppressed the rest of his words: "I didn't say I wanted you to go to the hospital," he said to Lin Jinyu, "If you want to stay by yourself for a while, then stay for a while, go to the room, we are outside , do not disturb you, head office?"

Lin Jinyu has no self-abuse or suicidal tendencies, nor does he have hallucinations or other symptoms that may endanger his personal safety. He is not serious enough, so he does not need someone to watch him 24 hours a day. It is fine to leave him alone. Lin Jinyu heard Zhang Xinli If he said that, he kept silent, turned around and took a few steps back to the room, and then locked the door behind him.

"He..." The little cousin heard the sound of the door being locked, and said, "Can I stay alone? What if something happens..."

"No way," Zhang Xinli saw that the door was closed, and the expression on his face gradually became distressed and heavy: "Wait for him for a while, and see if he can recover by himself. It's really not right. I have the key."

His calm calmed the little cousin a little bit, and at least it prevented him from pacing the living room. The little cousin put the things in his hand, walked to Zhang Xinli, and said, "So he is suffering from a disease? Depression is like this. of?"

"Don't mention it in front of him," Zhang Xinli sat down, and stretched out his hand to drag the ashtray on the coffee table from a distance to his front: "Don't mention any words related to illness, including hospitals and seeing a doctor."

Each patient’s sensitive topics and words are different when they are emotionally up. Some are disgusted with blame-style sentences, such as: it’s because you think too much, it’s not because you are too pessimistic, you just stay up late to get down, and some hate imperative sentences. Sentences, such as: You must go out to socialize more, you must go out with me, you must attend more parties, etc. What Lin Jinyu dislikes is that he is sick and asked him to see a doctor.

This was discovered by Zhang Xinli after a long period of observation and testing when he was taking care of him. The little cousin just felt exhausted and sat down on the sofa: "So you have to pay attention to this... Don’t you need to take some medicine? What about the medicine prescribed by the doctor?”

"Eat...it's over," Zhang Xinli's face was not very good: "It was obviously healed before...he didn't think there was any need to go again."

"Are you kidding me?" The little cousin couldn't believe it, and never expected that they would dare to stop the medicine without following the doctor's advice: "Even if the symptoms are not severe, it usually takes at least three months to gradually reduce the dose before stopping. When I called the last time, I specifically said that you must insist on finding a place for follow-up consultation..."

"I don't know!" Zhang Xinli was even more annoying than him: "He doesn't want to go, what can I do!"

Earlier, when he had just finished taking the medicine, he had mentioned it to Lin Jinyu. Lin Jinyu himself said that he was fine, so he could just stop taking it... After all, it would cost Zhang Xinli a lot of money for a follow-up visit.

There were only the two of them in the living room, and the little cousin said: "Brother, he is a sick man and he doesn't want to be treated. Can you listen to him? Can you blame him and use this as an excuse?" He took out two bags from his pocket. Get a cigarette, take one for yourself, and pass the remaining one to Zhang Xinli: "Well, you calm down, and I will also calm down. Let's discuss what to do."

Zhang Xinli frowned, yes, he couldn't deny that the reason why Lin Jinyu said lightly, "It's okay, don't waste the money" and he really put aside the follow-up visit was because he was really reluctant to part with the little money and took a chance, thinking about him Well, he does look okay, and maybe he'll be fine if he doesn't go...although subconsciously he knows there might be something going on.

The sound of the second hand of the clock on the wall was like a beating drum. After a while, Zhang Xinli took the cigarette from him, and the smoke enveloped the two bored men.

After all, the little cousin was a guest. He sat and waited patiently for Zhang Xinli to speak, but the first thing he waited for was a burst of message notifications.

It's the end of the month, near the end of the month, and this is the day when the monthly rent is fixed.

Zhang Xinli obviously didn't need to look at it to understand why the landlord sent the message to him. He sent a total of 2800 yuan. With such a plan, 2000 yuan was lost immediately. What's more troublesome is——

The little cousin sat on the side, and saw Zhang Xinli check the information, then threw the phone aside in a state of dismay, and smoked in silence. He smoked so hard that a cigarette that was as long as his index finger was shortening at a speed that was almost visible to the naked eye.

Just 1 minute later, that poor Zhonghua finished his short life. Zhang Xinli pressed the butt of the cigarette out in the ashtray, as if using the time of this cigarette to make up his mind to solve the problem, he picked up the phone again and dialed call out.

"Hey, Dad," Zhang Xinli looked at his left scar, another scar, and his hands were definitely not beautiful and beautiful, and said straight to the point: "I have something to do this month, and it's not convenient to send you money. Please wait a little longer." waited."

He doesn't care that Lin Jinyu's cousin is on the side, he will listen to the phone call, look at it how you like, and continue to deduct points, if he has more opinions on him, put her on a Phoenix man or something else Regardless of the ugly title, it is his family and the burden on his shoulders, which is an indisputable fact that cannot be concealed.

On the phone, Zhang's father said: "Ah... baby, nothing will happen. Then when is it convenient, I'm here with your mother... Alas, then you use it yourself first, and then talk about it when you have time."

In fact, in the past, Zhang Xinli usually took the initiative to remit money to his family when he had enough energy. His parents almost never took the initiative to ask him for it. There seemed to be some unspeakable secrets in Zhang's father's words. The hesitation in his father's tone stopped.

After a brief conversation, Zhang Xinli hung up the phone, and decisively transferred next month's rent from the card to the landlord. For the time being, he cut through the mess quickly and plugged a few holes in front of him. Let's talk about the difficulties in the future.

"Go to the hospital this weekend." He breathed the air that still smelled of nicotine and tar, glanced at the calendar, and said to his little cousin: "When he is in a better mood, go and tell him...you are his Cousin, maybe listen to you."

What the little cousin was waiting for was his words, he should have gone a long time ago, after all, even if he didn't do anything, he had to treat the disease, so he agreed immediately.

Zhang Xinli looked at the glaring date on his phone. The weekend was April [-]st, April Fool's Day. God seemed to have played a cruel black joke on him.