Ling Jingqiu was silent.

Qian Mo was not in a hurry, and slowly told the truth.

"After you found out that you had depression, you actively cooperated with the doctor at first, and you also thought of many ways to fight depression, but when you found that depression cannot be restrained by self-control, and the desire to die became stronger, you began to plan all this."

Ling Jingqiu was silent.

"This beautiful courtyard is the last stop you use to say goodbye to this world, you have built this courtyard that amazes me, this is your last paradise, and it is... The grave of your choice. ”

"When did you find out?" Ling Jingqiu asked.

Qian Mo shrugged, "When it comes to design talent, I can't compare to you." But I'm a criminal psychology student, and I know a little bit about micro-expressions... Well, in front of the Bodhisattva, I don't lie, I'm actually very proficient in micro-expressions, if I say third in China, no one dares to say second, my master is first. ”

Foreign ones don't count, after all, they studied it first, but Qianmo believes that through the efforts of several generations, we can surpass it sooner or later!

"Just because I'm so good at micro-expressions, I've observed you a few times, and I feel your sadness and despair that has nowhere to hide, and I'm very strange."

Qian Mo noticed that Ling Jingqiu was strange from the beginning.

In the eyes of outsiders, this is a man who is as quiet as water, but in her eyes, this person is like a walking corpse, full of loneliness and despair, and the more she tries to hide, the more obvious it becomes.

Especially after she and Xiao Hei came up from the bottom, everyone else was nervous, frightened and expectant, and Nuo Nuo didn't count those who were purely watching the show, only Ling Jingqiu's eyes had a hint of envy.

At that moment, he was envious of Ah Hai, who didn't come to the bottom of the valley.

He especially wanted to die for himself.

At that moment, Qian Mo understood.

No wonder this courtyard is obviously picturesque, but there are many bad things in feng shui.

Internationally renowned architects, how could he not have noticed these details, he did it on purpose.

From the very beginning, he had regarded this courtyard as a mansion, and he hoped to sleep here forever.

On the last journey, with his best friends in the past, he left with a strong sense of ceremony, and the invitation sent to his friends was actually an obituary he made to himself.

Designers are born visionaries, imaginative, even the way of leaving the world, is so meticulous, with a touch of romance, but also with a touch of helplessness, with a gorgeous dance of death to embrace the eternal sleep

It's a pity that he met Qian Mo and Xiao Hei.

This pair of cheeky men and women who can show affection to the end no matter when and where.

Ling Jingqiu was still entangled by illness, and his whole person was in pain and gloom, and when Qian Mo said this, he felt a little less depressed, but he still didn't feel like laughing, he just reluctantly pulled the corners of his mouth.

"You have such a good sense of humor. Well, the skin is very thick. ”

"Thank you for the compliment, people sometimes live with a cheeky face, which is also a kind of happiness. You are too emotional, and too kind, so you will get such a heavy depression, bad people will never be depressed, this is a disease that belongs to good people. ”

If ordinary depressed patients hear this sentence, they must be very moved and will have a sense of identity.

But Ling Jingqiu was different from ordinary patients, he had seen even the best psychiatrist countless times, and he had heard these words a long time ago, and he was indifferent.

Qian Mo sighed in his heart, Ling Jingqiu's situation was similar to antibiotic resistance, and he had seen too many psychiatrists, so he was too familiar with this set.

"May I ask, who is the most famous psychiatrist you have ever seen? I see that the conditions at your home are so good, I must have seen an expert, right? Qian Mo asked.

"Qi Yuxuan."

Qian Mo was speechless, no wonder.

Isn't that Mr. Qian's father?!

The legendary world-class authority, the top three doctors among psychiatrists, her level is purely a hatchet in front of others.

"You should have heard of his name, and you should know why I am desperate, right?" Ling Jingqiu was unfazed.

At first, he didn't believe he had such a terrible disease.

His family has money, he himself has money, he spares no expense to search for famous doctors in the world, just want to cure his own disease.

The most powerful doctor I have ever seen is Qi Yuxuan.

But it is also useless, and the medicine is taken on time every day.

"I take medicine as required every day, and when I take it, it's fine, but the whole person is numb and has no interest in the future, but once I stopped taking the medicine..."

From then on, there was no night or day in his world, and he was always sleepy, but he couldn't sleep.

The thought of dying haunted him all the time.

I don't want to communicate with people, I don't want to say anything, I don't want to do anything, I just think about liberation every day.

"You know what it feels like to wake up one day in a daze, and I find myself standing on the top of a building, and one foot has already stepped out, and if I am a little later, I will already go down, and that fear is like?" Ling Jingqiu stated calmly.

"I can't empathize, but I guess that a person like you, who pursues perfection, definitely doesn't want to let yourself leave in that way without mentioning it."

Qian Mo's words made Ling Jingqiu nod.

Yes.

The illness was not expected by him, he could not restrain the disease, but he did not want to let himself leave in a way he did not like, and the soul of the artist was engraved with romance and innocence.

"So, you just thought of saying goodbye to everyone in this way, you have been away from high school for a long time, you have met many people in society, and you have experienced a lot of things, but you chose a group of partners from the former team as the last person to see you off, you must have a deep affection for these brothers, right?"

Qian Mo asked.

Ling Jingqiu's mood finally fluctuated slightly, and he quickly retorted.

"Nope! I have no feelings for them! It's just young and frivolous, but it's just like a dream, what relationship can I have with them? I brought them in, but... It's just that I don't have feelings, I let them watch my death, I'm selfish, I let them have a shadow for the rest of their lives, are you satisfied? ”

It is not easy for a person with major depressive disorder who is riddled with illness to say so many things in one breath.

Very few people can get into the hearts of people with depression, and it's hard to imagine how uncomfortable they really are.

Obviously alive, but unable to control their thoughts, obviously excellent people, but they have to be eroded by numbness all the time.

"I'm satisfied, I'm satisfied, Ling Jingqiu, you're at all... Didn't tell the truth! ”

Qian Mo took out something from his pocket, Ling Jingqiu's face changed greatly when he saw it, and he immediately touched his pocket.

There was nothing in his pocket, the letter should have been in his pocket, but now it was in Qian Mo's hands.

There are two big words on the envelope: suicide note

"This suicide note is the last trace of thought you left to the world, and it is also you... Fight the last bit of your life, and want to use your own life to redeem your brothers. ”

Kind people, until the last moment, are also kind.