Coming out of the funeral shop, I suddenly felt like seeing the light of day again.
The air outside is so nice.
Ji Canghai patted me: "Are you okay?"
"I-I'm fine."
He chuckled: "I'm hungry, let's go get some food!"
It's midsummer and barbecue stalls gather in droves.
The shouts that could be heard everywhere made me feel a little at ease. Thinking of everything that had just happened, it felt like a world away.
A layer of carbon ash floated on the red-hot coals, and a drop of grease made a hissing sound.
The three of us found a crowded stall and sat down. Chen Jiayan took the menu and looked around it repeatedly, then put the menu back on the table with some embarrassment.
"I-I'm not very good at ordering."
Ji Canghai took the menu very skillfully and ordered two kilograms of liquor.
Soon, a pile of smoky barbecue was placed on the table, and Ji Canghai took the lead in filling up the wine.
"Drink some."
I looked at the yellowed white wine and asked, "It's not the New Year or the festival, why do you think of drinking?"
Ji Canghai raised his neck, drank a large gulp of white wine, and made a hissing sound.
"When people are scared, liquor is more useful than excitement."
"Drink, you will feel at ease after drinking."
I chuckled, picked up the glass, and drank half of it.
He saw my uneasiness, but he just didn't expose it.
"Why?"
Ji Canghai stuffed a mouthful of meat into his mouth and asked vaguely: "I could fight out just now, why did I think of joining them?"
"Are you sure you can fight out?"
His usually serious face showed a rare hint of pride: "You can trust me blindly on this matter."
After a short period of contemplation, I shook my head and firmed up my previous thoughts.
"Once a conflict breaks out, it will be difficult to end it. It's not worthwhile to bring you two into it just for the sake of quick gain."
"That's not a hero, that's a fool."
Ji Canghai was obviously stunned for a moment, then picked up the wine glass.
"A whole mouthful!"
After the stormy meal, Ji Canghai's face was obviously flushed, and his tongue was a little bigger.
When it was time to check out, I took my mobile phone to pay and realized that I didn't have enough money.
The boss in front of me was staring at me, while Chen Jiayan behind me had already picked up her backpack.
I really had no choice but to look at Chen Jiayan for help.
Two men took a girl out to eat, and in the end it was the girl who paid the bill.
This is really glorious.
I carried Ji Canghai, whose legs were a little weak, and staggered back.
After getting into the taxi, Ji Canghai tilted his head, leaned on my shoulder and snored.
I glanced inadvertently 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."
"Diagnostic opinion: bipolar disorder."
…
I didn't look carefully at what was behind, but Chen Jiayan happened to see the paper in my hand and asked casually.
"What is that?"
Logically speaking, 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 others to know.
But now that everyone is working together, some bumps and bruises are inevitable.
After a brief hesitation, I gave the medical certificate to Chen Jiayan.
After she finished reading, she fell silent.
I looked at Ji Canghai sleeping peacefully and whispered, "Don't tell anyone about this, it will rot in your stomach!"
Chen Jiayan folded the medical certificate again and nodded: "Don't worry."
"Also, you must pretend not to know and don't treat him as a patient."
Chen Jiayan stuffed the medical certificate into his pocket and sighed: "It's such a pity to get this disease at such a young age."
"From now on, let's let him have some time and don't get too fussy with him."
She thought for a while and said softly: "He is normal most of the time, which means he is not in the advanced stage yet. As long as you don't stimulate his sensitive points, there should be no problems."
Looking back on 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 his teacher.
At first, I thought he was just showing his kindness to me, but now that I think about it, he was a little unusually emotional.
Especially during the condolence hall, when Chen Jiayan was just checking the body as a routine, he was so angry that he took action directly.
This is not excessive sadness, but an illness.
I suddenly felt a little pitiful for him. This disease is not like a cold or a fever. Outsiders can see the problem at a glance.
He can only try his best to act as a normal person in the eyes of those who are not understood.
"arrive."
Chen Jiayan paid the fare and whispered something, and I calmed down.