As soon as Zhang Ming heard the word "depression", he frowned and asked cautiously, "Why do you suddenly want to know about this?"

I don't know what I thought, his face changed drastically, and he said, "Do you suspect that you have this-"

Sheng Yan glanced at him, and three words floated out indifferently: "Think too much." ”

He stretched out his hand and kneaded his eyebrows, and said in a low voice: "Jin Xia has taken on a new play, which is related to depression, and I am afraid that something will happen if she enters the play too deeply." ”

Zhang Ming breathed a heavy sigh of relief and said: "It's not you, oh, you're talking about that half-literary and half-artistic film, literary films love to play with these cruel things in reality, to the outside they are highly literary, and a mess of them is pasted with gold, to be honest, who else will watch the current literary films!"

It is said that art comes from life, but there are too many laypeople in life, and only one or two out of ten people, no, one or two out of a hundred people have noble sentiments, and they will specialize in watching those literary and artistic films.

Thinking like this, Zhang Ming felt even more optimistic about the drama that He Jinxia took over.

He looked up at Sheng Yan, who was recuperating with his eyes closed, pondered, and said:

"I know a little bit about this depression, many people in the circle have depression, and what is more difficult to find than depression is bipolar disorder, which is difficult to detect, and once it breaks out, it quickly collapses.

Inexplicable weakness, cold hands and feet, palpitations, palpitations, etc., but I went to the hospital for examination but found nothing wrong, this is a psychological disease, which can be treated, but it is difficult to treat.

still remembers the singer He Chao who was popular last year, he just suffered from this disease, so the planned world tour last year was not held.

Originally, he would be able to step into a first-line singer after the concert, but he suffered from this disease, and all his plans were disrupted, and he has retired for nearly a year now, and there is no news of him. ”

Zhang Ming summed up: "This disease is a star's nightmare, once you suffer from a complete stop at work, you let your little girlfriend be careful, it's too deep than entering the play." ”

Sheng Yan's eyes darkened, he would naturally pay attention to this kind of thing, but ......

He glanced up at Zhang Ming and coldly spit out three words: "I'm big?"

Zhang Ming choked at his words, coughed lightly, and hurriedly waved his hand and said, "No, no, no, you are young and promising." ”

As soon as the words turned, he muttered in a low voice: "But it's really bigger than other little girls." ”

Sheng Yan turned his head to look out the window at the scenery and said unquestionably, "Your salary-"

"Ah, Aunt Sheng, here, Sheng Yan is here, Sheng Yan is very good, ah, you said Jinxia, Jinxia is also very good, okay, okay, I will find a time to send you the whereabouts of the two of them, don't worry, they are fine, nothing will happen......"

Before Sheng Yan finished speaking, he was interrupted by Zhang Ming in a hurry.

As soon as Zhang Ming picked up his mobile phone, he called Aunt Sheng, and he didn't know if he was really talking on the phone or fake on the phone.

When Zhang Ming hung up the phone, he stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead, and he could feel the faint chill from Sheng Yan's eyes on his back, so dangerous!

He secretly thought that Sheng Yan really regarded He Jinxia as a treasure, and he couldn't beat him, so if he had to say it, he had to say it in terms of benefits, and he would have to pay more attention in the future.

Time flew by, and soon, He Jinxia's two-week role experience in the hospital passed.

Tongtong's illness during this period was repeated repeatedly, which made He Jinxia deeply understand this illness and at the same time very distressed.

When she left the hospital, she specially drew a picture for Tongtong and wrote a few lines.

The painting is naturally made with ancient techniques, and in modern terms, it is full of ancient style, and the characters are specially bought with a brush to write on.

The content of the painting is very simple, a tree with flowers, leaves, and small birds on the tree, focusing on the agility of the birds.

The words are also very plain, and they don't match the content of this painting at all, but when He Jinxia wanted to write, that line of words naturally appeared in his mind, so he filled it in-

[If you stand on tiptoe, you can see the sun. 】

After He Jinxia finished writing, she couldn't help but be stunned, she thought about it, and another sentence popped up in her mind: "Open your heart, you can embrace the sun."

But in the end, she didn't write the following sentence.

She has always felt that there are many things that Tongtong actually understands, but she lets herself fall, let herself not go out, her heart is sick, and she has to rely on her own to think about it.

Therefore, the previous sentence alone is enough, there is no need to say too much and too much about things, just let her figure it out slowly.

What He Jinxia didn't know was that after she left, Tongtong kept staring at the painting she gave her, not knowing what she was thinking.

Instead of tearing the painting to shreds, she carefully put it away, occasionally taking it out from time to time, and then some nurses saw it and asked her if she wanted to learn to draw.

Tongtong paused for a long time, nodded, pointed to He Jinxia's painting, and said stubbornly: "I want to paint exactly the same." ”

Later, the hobby of painting turned out to be an entry point for Tongtong to treat depression.

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"Get out of here, get out of here!!!" In the pale room, a patient in a blue striped hospital gown screamed hysterically, spilling everything on the table next to him, even throwing pillows and sheets out.

Nurses and doctors surrounded her, persuading her not to do anything stupid.

The man did not listen to the dissuasion, his face was expressionless, and he took the knife that had been swept to the ground in a radical manner, pointed the knife at those who dissuaded him, and shouted:

"Don't come here, don't come near me, get out!

"Ka! good! good!" The young director couldn't hold back the joy in his heart, and said three "good" words in succession, his cheeks were red, and he was excited as if he was going to film.

He Jinxia's whole body trembled, and he still held the knife tightly in his hand, not completely out of the angry roar.

When he turned his head and looked at Duan Yu coldly, his eyes were full of indifference and hatred, which made Duan Yu's excitement feel like pouring cold water - his heart was cold, but his heart was not flying at all.

He swallowed his throat, smiled awkwardly, and continued to clapp.

He Jinxia slowed down for a while, and was about to put down the knife in his hand, Duan Yu hurriedly said: "Wait, keep this posture still, I'll give you a close-up of your hand, you hold it tighter, and you have to feel fierce." ”

He Jinxia did as he was told, and his hand movements drove his facial movements, and a "patient" with hatred on his face jumped on the paper.