When I came out of the funeral shop, I suddenly felt like I had seen the light of day again.

The air outside is wonderful.

Ji Canghai patted me, "Are you okay?"

"I—I'm fine."

He giggled, "Hungry, get some food!"

It's the height of summer, and barbecue stalls are piled up.

The shouting that could be heard everywhere made me feel a little relieved, and I remembered what had just happened, as if I was in a lifetime.

A layer of soot floated on the red-hot coals, and a drop of grease sneered.

We found a stall with more people and sat down, Chen Jiayan took the menu and looked around repeatedly, and put the menu back on the table with some embarrassment.

"I—I'm not very good at ordering."

Ji Canghai took the menu very old-fashioned, and asked for two catties of liquor by the way.

Soon, a bunch of smoking barbecues were on the table, and Ji Canghai took the lead in pouring the wine.

"Let's have a drink."

I looked at the yellowed liquor and asked, "It's not a New Year, it's not a festival, why do you want to drink wine?"

Ji Canghai raised his neck, took a big sip of white wine, and hissed in his mouth.

"When people are afraid, liquor is more useful than excitement."

"Drink, you'll be sure when you're done."

I smiled, picked up my glass, and drank half a glass.

He saw my uneasiness, but he didn't expose it.

"Huh?"

Ji Canghai stuffed meat into his mouth and asked vaguely, "I was able to fight just now, how did I think of joining them?"

"Are you sure you can get out?"

There was a rare hint of smugness on his always serious face: "You can trust me blindly in this matter."

After a brief moment of contemplation, I shook my head, firm in what I had just thought.

"Once a conflict breaks out, it's hard to end it, and it's not worth it to put the two of you in for a while."

"That's not a hero, it's a reckless man."

Ji Canghai was obviously stunned for a moment, and then picked up his wine glass.

"One bite!"

After a storm and clouds, Ji Canghai's face was obviously flushed, and his tongue was a little bigger.

When it was time to check out, I found out that I didn't have enough money when I paid with my phone.

The boss in front of me stared at me, and Chen Jiayan behind him had already picked up his backpack.

I really had no choice but to look at Chen Jiayan for help.

The two men took the girl out to eat, and in the end, the girl paid the bill.

It's a glorious thing.

I staggered back with Ji Canghai, who was a little weak-legged.

After getting into the taxi, Ji Canghai tilted his head, leaned on my shoulder and snored.

I casually scanned and found a piece of paper folded into squares falling at my feet.

I picked it up and opened it, and I was shocked by the words.

"Patient's name: Ji Canghai."

"Diagnosis: Bipolar disorder."

……

I didn't look at the things in the back carefully, and Chen Jiayan happened to see the paper in my hand and asked casually.

"What's that?"

It stands to reason that this is Ji Canghai's private matter, and I shouldn't publicize it everywhere.

Besides, he never told me, probably because he didn't want to be known.

But now that everyone is working together, there will inevitably be some bumps.

After a short period of hesitation, I still gave the diagnosis to Chen Jiayan.

After she finished reading it, she also fell silent.

I looked at Ji Canghai, who was sleeping peacefully, and whispered, "Don't tell anyone about this, it must rot in your stomach!"

Chen Jiayan folded the diagnosis certificate again and nodded, "Don't worry."

"Also, you must pretend that you don't know, and don't treat him as a patient."

Chen Jiayan stuffed the diagnosis certificate into his pocket and sighed: "It's a pity to get this disease at a young age."

"Let's let him have some in the future, don't worry too much about him."

She thought for a moment and said softly, "He is normal most of the time, which means that he is not yet in the advanced stage, as long as you don't irritate his sensitive points, there should be no problem."

Recalling the days of contact with Ji Canghai, although he didn't talk much, he always expressed himself very aggressively.

Like, a child who expects praise from a teacher.

At first, I thought he was just making a gesture to me, but now that I think about it, he was a little unusually emotional.

Especially when the mourning hall was held, Chen Jiayan only routinely inspected the body, and he was so angry that he could do it directly.

It's not an overabundance of grief, it's a seizure of his illness.

I suddenly felt that he was a little pitiful, this kind of illness is not like a cold and fever, outsiders can see the problem at a glance.

He can only try his best to play a normal person in the eyes of not being understood.

"Here we are."

Chen Jiayan paid the fare and whispered, and I was relieved.