Qiao Jianbo shook his head. "Blue Song, we are friends. You don’t need to say thank you to me."
After another pause, the tone became softer and softer. "Blue Song, you have always been strong in my image, just like an iron wall, but even if the iron wall is rusted and corroded by wind and rain, copper will corrode, but now you are sick. Can you give me a chance to help you?"
Blue Song raised a pair of eyes as red as blood and looked at Qiao Jianbo. "Do you mean my mental state?"
Sure enough, she is also aware of it.
"Professor Joe, I’m a doctor with you. How can I know nothing about my situation? I want to forget many things and many people. I desperately want to forget those pains, but the more painful I am …
Sometimes I have to think about it all night and fall asleep … I won’t feel tired the next day, as if I’m used to it. "
Blue Song spoke in a low voice as if it were a common thing.
She doesn’t know from which day on, her insomnia, pain and help have all become a habit.
When she said that she was used to it, Qiao Jianbo’s heart was pumping. How could she say that she was ill as easily as eating a common meal?
"How long has this been going on?"
How long has it been?
Blue song asked himself in his mind and thought faintly, "It’s been a long time … Professor Joe, you know I once had a child."
She slowly climbed up her hand, and now she is as flat as a pancake, and gently stroked her belly as if her child had never left her.
"She’s alive in my belly, but she’s quiet and won’t kick me at random or make me have a strong pregnancy reaction. I think she’s really a lovely and painful child. She must know that her mother is having a hard time …
I’ve been expecting him to come to this world, but he’s always too quiet to breathe … Maybe it’s because I’ve sinned too many old geniuses to punish me like this … "
Her voice is getting lower and lower, and she is going to be light in the dust, so she tells her story quietly, her early death, her children and her full expectations, but she has broken her mother’s dream …
In the end, she laughed in a low voice, but tears seeped silently out of her eyes.
Although her voice is very small, Qiao Jianbo can still hear her say, "It’s all right … it’s all right to come to this world and suffer with me …"
"Blue song …"
Qiao Jianbo’s lip corner quivered, and he couldn’t help hugging her again, but it was extremely soft for fear that a little effort would crush this scarred woman.
He knew how much she expected the child to come. In that dark prison, the child was her only hope, the only hope to persist in living.
However, the child also left her, and she grasped everything except pain and despair.
"I have a friend who is a good psychologist, but you can dump your worries and troubles on him like a confidante, just like taking out the garbage."
Blue song hesitated at Qiao Jianbo always nodded his head.
It doesn’t matter whether she gets sick early or not. She just doesn’t want to go against this person who is bent on helping her.
Qiao Jianbo said happily, "That’s what blue songs should be like. You have to cheer up from this Christmas Eve."
In the evening, Qiao Jianbo made an appointment with a psychiatrist for Blue Song.
Blue song cooperated with the treatment.
……
After more than two months of active treatment, Blue Song’s mental state has improved, and many sleep conditions have improved, and his face will occasionally smile.
There is still one day to celebrate the New Year, and a new end is coming.
Blue Song invited the imaginary to visit the children in the cemetery.
Qiao Jianbo wanted to go with her, but she refused.
She wants to be alone and talk quietly with her little baby.
The sunshine is beautiful, the sky is clear and the air is bright.
The snow melted almost two days ago, leaving some branches and graves with a little residual snow. The small stone road is also dry and easy to walk.
Today, I specially wore a new dark red down, which is not too glamorous but very cheerful. I painted a light makeup on my face, pink foundation and orange lipstick to make her look fresh and moist.
Come and see her favorite baby. Naturally, you can’t be too poor.
Plum blossoms are very good this season. She folded several plum blossoms and put them in front of her daughter’s tombstone.
She looked at the tombstone and told her with a gentle smile
"My little baby, this is plum blossom. Your aunt Tian Cheng planted plum blossoms very well in the residential building, so my mother folded a few branches and brought them to you to see if you like them?"
Several toys were taken out of the bag and placed in front of the tombstone, including small mobile phones, Barbie music boxes, magic sticks and so on.
She didn’t know what kind of toys her daughter would like, so she went to a toy store and bought some shop assistants to recommend.