Yu Feihong opened the door for Zhao Fusheng and asked in surprise, "Why did you come here?"

"Come and see you, passing by. Zhao Fusheng walked into the house with the fruit, put it on the coffee table, and said to Feihong: "I came in a hurry, and I didn't bother to buy anything, this is the fruit I bought for you." ”

Yu Feihong blinked: "Where did you buy it?"

"Just at the entrance of your community, eh, don't you know?" Zhao Fusheng raised his head in surprise, glanced at her and said, "Just across the road, the blue plaque ......"

"I'm not blind. Yu Feihong glanced at Zhao Fusheng and said with a smile: "When you go to other people's houses as a guest, are you so casual to buy things, shouldn't you bring some souvenirs or something?"

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "I'm from Qianxi, what kind of souvenirs do I bring you, does Jiang Wen's mess count?"

"Him?"

Yu Feihong was stunned for a moment, and then sneered: "Forget it, I have seen him drink too much and kneel on the ground and sing my motherland, what is more shameful than this?"

Zhao Fusheng blinked, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Okay, the only souvenir I can bring you is the Northeast man." ”

As he spoke, he straightened his chest.

With a snort, Yu Feihong laughed and pointed to the sofa: "Sit down, I'll pour you water." ”

Zhao Fusheng nodded, walked towards the sofa, and said as he walked: "Sister Fei, I will only live in Beijing for two or three days, do you have a place here, let me eat and drink?"

Sitting on the sofa, Zhao Fusheng took a look at Yu Feihong's house, and saw that the decoration should have taken some thought, and the furnishings at home were all antique, she was a popular actor herself, coupled with superior family conditions, this kind of house is also valuable in Beijing, Yu Feihong actually lives alone, and it can be regarded as a local tyrant.

"You kid, don't go to the hotel, eat and drink here with me, are you embarrassed?" Yu Feihong's personality in life is very straightforward and more manly, so he naturally doesn't speak so much to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Come and don't be rude, you live in my house, it's okay for me to stay with you for a few days, right?"

"Whatever you want, the guest rooms are cleaned up by themselves. ”

Yu Feihong didn't bother to say anything, waved his hand and said to Zhao Fusheng, as if this guy was an annoying fly.

"Do you have a drink?" Zhao Fusheng glanced at the water that Yu Feihong poured for himself, smiled and asked.

"Yes. ”

Sighing helplessly, Yu Feihong looked at Zhao Fusheng: "Why didn't I find out before, why did you ask for so much?"

Zhao Fusheng was quite helpless in his heart, and he couldn't tell Yu Feihong that he heard that she was depressed, so come and see her.

"It's Lao Jiang who asked you to come and see me, right?" Yu Feihong was a smart person, sitting on the sofa, staring at Zhao Fusheng for a while, and then spoke.

Yes?

Zhao Fusheng blinked, and then shook his head: "How is it possible, I just went to his visit class, and when I came back, I passed through Beijing, and I haven't seen you Sister Fei for a long time, so I'll come and have a look." ”

Yu Feihong looked at Zhao Fusheng with a smile: "Yes, then you also saw me, why do you want to live in my house?"

Zhao Fusheng was about to scold his mother in his heart, but he could only smile quietly on his face: "Doesn't this want to get along with you for a while." ”

Yu Feihong's face was slightly red, he glanced at Zhao Fusheng, and found that this guy didn't expect any ambiguity in his words just now, and was still smiling there.

"Sister Fei, have you been doing well?" Zhao Fusheng glanced at Yu Feihong and asked tentatively.

Since Jiang Wen said that Yu Feihong had depression, she would definitely need someone to talk to.

"I'm fine. Yu Feihong nodded and leaned back on the sofa, but I don't know why, Zhao Fusheng always felt that something was wrong with her.

"You know, sometimes people are really tired of living. Yu Feihong suddenly said to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng was stunned for a moment, then understood what she meant, shook his head and said: "I don't see it that way, at least as long as you live, it's a good thing." With friends, classmates, and family, it's always good to be alive. ”

"Yes, if you don't have a family, life might be harder. Yu Feihong said lightly: "Do you know, I interviewed a few old people, and they gave me the feeling that they seemed to see the world very plainly, and life was a task for them, and eating and sleeping were just a habit of life." ”

"When I think of them, I think I'm actually like this myself, doing things I don't like every day, meeting people I don't like, and saying insincere things. ”

"Sometimes, I even feel that my life is too fake, everyone treats me as a star, but I just want to live a freer life. ”

"Some people are afraid that others will not like him, some people may be afraid of heights, and some people may be afraid of death. But for me, a big part of my life was being afraid of myself. I was afraid of the truth, I was afraid of honesty, I was afraid of vulnerability, and this fear made me feel like I was being forced into a corner with only one way out. ”

Yu Feihong's voice was very soft, but the sweat on Zhao Fusheng's face was about to come down.

He doesn't understand medical things, but he knows that depression is something that can't be seen in ordinary times, and even depression patients are similar to normal people, but if they are sick, they may do some extreme behaviors in the shortest possible time, such as Zhang Guorong back then.

After hesitating for a long time, Zhao Fusheng thought about it and said to Feihong: "Actually, if you think about it from another angle, you feel uncomfortable, you can still confide in your friends and me, but what about those old people? Everything they have experienced, that indelible memory, I'm afraid that most people will always put their lives into the dark, right?"

Yu Feihong was silent and didn't speak for a long time.

Zhao Fusheng decided to make persistent efforts, gritted his teeth and continued: "So, in my opinion, it is actually a good thing that you can contact them and understand their past, at the very least, you can record everything they have experienced, so that future generations can know what happened, and if possible, you can also push them to claim compensation from the Japanese government, what do you think?"

For Zhao Fusheng, he doesn't know how to persuade patients by psychiatrists, he just feels that since Yu Feihong is now deeply trapped in it and can't extricate himself, it is better to find a goal for her, if Yu Feihong has a goal, then she will continue to persevere, and she will not give up on herself because she is too sad in her heart.

Yu Feihong listened to Zhao Fusheng's words and remained silent.

Zhao Fusheng sat there, drumming in his heart, seeing that Yu Feihong had not spoken, he thought for a while and said, "What, since you are tired, then I will leave first, let's talk later, how about it?"

With that, he stood up and prepared to leave.

As a result, as soon as he arrived at the door, a word suddenly came from his ears, which made Zhao Fusheng's body stiffen there instantly......