Jiang Futing frantically flipped through the relevant news of Chen Jianan's life, in addition to those dirty and embarrassing rumors, several relationship histories were clearly revealed, and even traced back to her campus experience.

In addition to those curious relationship histories, there are also a few people who are curious about Chen Jianan's mood disorder and type I bipolar before his death.

But not much has been revealed about this aspect, it should involve the artist's personality, which was once forcibly suppressed by the agency.

And if the company takes action, it means that this thing is very likely to be true.

Wanting to know the true cause of Chen Jianan's death, Jiang Futing felt that he had to go to her home to take a look.

Afraid that the noise would make his parents rest, he picked up his mobile phone and sent a message: Do you go directly to the company on Sunday?

As expected, Lin Jin replied: Go to her house first, discuss with her lawyer and then confirm, it is safer.

Jiang Futing replied simply: Okay.

On Sunday, the two of them woke up at the same time as they normally did on weekdays.

When Lin Jin took Jiang Futing to Chen Jianan's house, it was only past eight o'clock.

The two of them waited at the gate for a while, and there was the sound of kicking and tapping slippers inside.

With the sound of the door lock turning, a very haggard middle-aged woman poked her head out of it, and the moment she saw them, a trace of joy welled up on her face: "Oops! It's been so early! ”

She hurriedly opened the door and beckoned, "Come in and sit!" ”

Jiang Futing followed and walked in and sat on the sofa with Lin Jin, Meng Sihua handed over two cups of hot water very attentively,

He took it and hugged the glass, and the white air that came out of his mouth and the hot air that slowly drifted out of the cup slowly became entwined.

Meng Sihua smiled kindly and greeted: "It's cold outside." ”

Lin Jin politely said: "It's okay." ”

Just when the two of them were chatting about homely things, Jiang Futing habitually inquired into the house, which was deserted and deserted, and there was no fireworks at all.

Meng Sihua is the only one living in a hundred-square-meter house.

In the corner not far from the living room was a brand-new piano, covered with a trimmed red flannel.

There are two photos on the top, one is Chen Jiannan who is smiling brightly, and the other is a middle-aged man with a Chinese face, who thinks it is Chen Jianan's father.

Jiang Futing was so dry that his throat rolled down, the water in the cup was still a little hot, and the moment he went down, his stomach was so hot that he almost coughed it out.

At this time, a small notebook in the partition of the glass coffee table suddenly attracted his attention, and the small medicine bottle on the side of the notebook fell a small layer of dust.

Jiang Futing raised his eyes and asked politely, "What is this?" ”

Meng Sihua followed his line of sight, and couldn't help but have a sad look on his face: "A copy of my daughter's medical record before her death, she was sick because of this job, I wonder if I can take this to talk to the company." ”

Jiang Futing nodded, "Is it convenient to take a look?" ”

Meng Sihua's eyes full of nostalgia and pain stayed on the document bag: "If you want to see it, you can watch it."

Jiang Futing was allowed to do so

No, he took out the document bag, the bag was very carefully preserved, it looked like it was brand new, and there was a thick stack of materials inside.

In addition to the photocopy, there was also a thick original medical record book pressed underneath, and he took a cursory look at it, and the book was almost finished, leaving only the last two or three.

The binding area was almost turned to rot, the leather cover had fallen halfway, and the patterns and patterns were often touched by human hands, and the color blocks were also peeled off irregularly, leaving a sparse white.

The names of Huaxia International Hospital and Chen Jiannan are printed on the top of the cover, and most of the records inside are records of repeated visits to bipolar I.

There are only a handful of other minor problems.,The medical records in the book have been from the middle of last year to the end of this year.。

Jiang Futing looked at the content of the first page, and it is estimated that he has also changed the book, probably because he was diagnosed earlier, and he has changed two treatment drugs in just one and a half years.

Recently, I have been taking chlorpromazine hydrochloride, and the pill box on the table is empty.

Jiang Futing interrupted the conversation between the two of them again: "Is it convenient for me to look around?" ”

Meng Sihua paused, knowing that he was curious about his daughter, he hesitated, after all, the other party was here to help him, and finally looked at Chen Jianan's room in a trance and spoke.

"Look, the lawyer doesn't arrive until nine o'clock. Jianan's room is over there. The thin fingers also pointed out to him.

"Thank you." Jiang Futing stood up, noticed that Lin Jin on the side didn't seem to see the warning look he had, and walked directly to Chen Jianan's room without any twist.

Lin Jin almost wanted to slap Jiang Futing's head, it was a girl's room, so he just went in casually.

The furnishings of Chen Jianan's room still have the breath of a little girl, from the curtains to the sheets, they are all very girly pink, not at all like a 22-year-old woman.

The corners of her desk and bookcase are clean, not even a trace of dust, and it can be seen that Meng Sihua is cleaning very carefully every day.

It was hard for Jiang Futing to imagine what kind of state she was in to sort out every book Chen Jiannan had read, every pen, and every magazine she had ever read.

Everything on it was Chen Jianan's shadow, and Jiang Futing could even realize that the day of the funeral was not the most painful.

It's this woman who has lost her husband, who has been dependent on Chen Jiannan for a long time, facing the sudden vacancy alone when eating, the toothbrush in the bathroom hangs quietly there, and the half-bag of snacks in the cabinet has never been moved...... Or the moments when I woke up in the morning and suddenly wanted to call out my name with joy, and my heart suddenly felt like ashes.

How cruel it is that those habits that carry out every instinct of your life suddenly come to an abrupt end.

Jiang Futing picked up a diary spread out on the table, the book was only 72K in size, a little thick.

The front paper has been somewhat yellowed, and the daily record is only a short paragraph, and the content is condensed.

From three years ago, until now. There is also a yellow, dehydrated leaf in the middle, and there are several pages

The paper was turned over and crumpled, and Meng Sihua should have looked at it repeatedly.

He simply flipped through the records of the recent period.

On October 25th, it was a sunny day, I was in a very annoying mood, I didn't know where the paparazzi got the photo evidence, and I started to write nonsense on Weibo again, so I couldn't stop it! I just want to be serious and be a good artist.

On October 28th, a sunny day, they said that I was adopted, and it was these naïve things, but the last time the company asked to go out to talk about cooperation, Liu Sitian said that she was looking for public relations, I don't know if she found it, and if this agent can do it, such a small thing is not good for public relations, and it is so obvious fake news, are these people on the Internet stupid, really can't tell the difference at all?

On November 1st, the rain, I don't know what the situation is, suddenly there are a lot of messy people, recently increased the dosage, will always be uncontrollable, tomorrow will start to stop the notice, or believe in the company.

On November 3rd, it was cloudy, and it suddenly became cold in the past two days, and the agent said that there was no way, and she actually asked me if I had done these things, and I didn't know if she didn't know, I didn't understand what she meant.

When Jiang Futing saw this, his hand holding the paper couldn't help but exert himself, why did the agent ask Chen Jiannan like this, it stands to reason that all the artist's itinerary should be under the permission of the agent?

He had more doubts in his heart, his lips were a little dry, and he turned an extra page of the old paper in his hand.

November 6th, sunny day, I haven't remembered for a few days, I think I might be going crazy, I can't go out, my medicine is running out, I can't control myself, no one in this world believes me.

On November 7th, it was cloudy, the agent suddenly gave up on me, the charity spokesperson I was eliminated by the company, my fans also thought I was dirty, I also forgot that I was dirty or not, the company sent people from the hospital to inject drugs at home in the past two days, probably because I was afraid that I would go out and lose people and affect the interests of the company.

The bottomless eyes suddenly darkened, and there were only a few strokes on the paper, but the strokes on the handwriting were obviously a little different from the previous ones, and with a little force, the other side was almost penetrated with scratches.

The feeling of loneliness and powerlessness that was suddenly abandoned by the whole world swept out of the crumpled paperwork, slowly drowning itself, covering its chest and suppressing its breathing.

Sure enough, Jiang Futing's slender eyelashes trembled.

Chen Jiannan has always been in a pessimistic mood, she can't think deeply by herself, but even if she can think, what can she do, what can she use to break free from the endless cage.

Jiang Futing held his breath and lowered his eyes to continue to read the following content.

November 11th, sunny day, recently groggy and groggy feeling like I have to sleep for a long time every day.

On November 14th, yin, during this time, my mother came to see me, she often accompanied me all day, and suddenly felt so happy, there was no illness in the past two days, or it may be that the drug dosage is really effective.

November 15th, rain, nothing special today, but the agent said that the charity spokesperson came out, and it has nothing to do with me anyway, and the people on Weibo scolded very much, actually

It's all right, but I still can't help it when I see someone scolding my parents, I obviously didn't do anything, but I became the most heinous person.

Everything was stagnant here, and Jiang Futing was depressed in his ordinary diary.

Probably since he started as an artist, Chen Jiannan has never even seen what the sunshine is like!

She was as simple and contented as she had seen when she was a child, and her age was forever fixed at the age of thirteen or fourteen.

He paid attention to the details in Chen Jianan's diary, Chen Jiannan probably hadn't been out for at least a week before he died, maybe the demand for medicine was relatively large, and the hospital was not easy to prescribe medicine.

Jiang Futing took a few photos, and a knock on the door suddenly sounded, and he put away his mobile phone and walked out, it was a man in a suit and leather shoes.

"Ms. Meng, hello, I am the lawyer you entrusted, my surname is Zhou." The man politely stretched out his hand and shook it: "I have already understood your general situation, but the Ms. Chen you said is a disease caused by work, and it is difficult to break through with this." ”

(End of chapter)