Chapter 112:

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Hearing the sound of opening the door, like a rabbit, his ears were erected, he got up, and hopped to the door, "Mom, you are back!"
Jiang Yu picked up Jiang Wei and leaned on the corner, teasing him while changing shoes, "Is the baby behaved in kindergarten today?"
"be good!"
The TV in the living room was showing the "Legal Moment" program she hosted a few years ago.
"Baby, do you understand this TV?"
Jiang Qian raised his neck and shook his head, "I don't understand, but I miss my mother, so I just look at my mother."
Aunt Wang came out of the kitchen carrying the food and saw Jiang Yu smiled: "Ms. Jiang, I heard Xiao Wei say that I missed you, so I just found out your previous programs, don't you mind."
"How come, I should thank you." Jiang Yu hugged Jiang Wei and placed him on the baby chair, and tied a small scarf in front of him. "Aunt Wang, let's eat together when we are done."
"it is good."
Aunt Wang brought out the last bowl of soup, Jiang Yu scooped a bowl for Jiang Weiqiu, "When the baby grows up, he has to learn to eat himself. The soup needs to be cooled and drunk with a spoon, do you know?"
Jiang Yan nodded obediently, holding the spoon awkwardly and unskillfully, pouting and blowing, all the soup in the spoon was spilled.
Jiang Yu was helpless and funny, so he picked up the spoon and took a spoonful. "Baby, look at mom's side."
Jiang Wei's big dark eyes looked over, and the spoon in his hand was still hanging in the air.
"Like mother, blow gently."
Jiang Yan stared at her with a pair of eyes, blowing the spoon in the same way as her, blowing the small fleshy face into her mouth, sending the empty spoon into her mouth, and licking her mouth, feeling wrong, to Aunt Wang Said: "Aunt Wang, the soup has no taste!"
Jiang Yu and Aunt Wang were very happy.
Jiang Yu couldn't help twisting Jiang Wei's soft little face, but turned his head to see Aunt Wang staring at her.
"Aunt Wang, what's the matter? I have something on my face?"
Aunt Wang smiled and said, "No, I just think that you have changed a lot from before."
Jiang Yu became interested, "Before? What was before me?"
Aunt Wang hesitated for a while, and said, "I told you don’t take it to your heart. I just came to your house a year ago and you were depressed all day. I never saw you laugh. I can’t lift the energy for anything. Like to be in a daze, I was really worried about you during that time."
Jiang Yu remembered the three years that had passed in a flash in his last life, and a lot of smiles scattered on his face.
She exhausted all her brilliance in the first half of her life, and spent only three short years in her downfall in the second half of her life.
As Aunt Wang said, she used to be melancholy all day, how much time would she have to take care of Jiang Wei.
"I hope you will take good care of you in the future, and I will trouble you." Jiang Yu picked a chopsticks dish for Aunt Wang.
Aunt Wang was flattered, "I'm very happy that you can cheer up now. Don't worry, I will take care of your home for you."
Jiang Yu smiled and said no more.
After eating, Jiang Yu continued to ponder the news in the study, and a heavy notebook in the drawer caught her attention.
Jiang Yu took out a look, it was his diary.
She has always had the habit of keeping a diary, a habit developed in the stage.
In the diary, the stories of the past few years have been recorded successively, from the time when she met Xu Bosu in the station, to the end she decided to leave the Starlight Terrace and enter the entertainment industry.
Two thousand two hundred and twenty-three pages spanned her eight years of displacement.
Several pages were torn away, and no one knew what was recorded.
Jiang Yu saw two o'clock in the morning from nine o'clock, and finally read the entire diary. After reading her entire past, she didn't think that she looked at herself in the past life as if she was an outsider.
And she also came to the conclusion that after Jiang Wei was born, she suffered from severe postpartum depression, which she had not perceived in her previous life.
Postpartum depression is a woman who has obvious depressive symptoms or typical depressive episodes during the puerperium, and it belongs to the puerperal mental syndrome with restlessness and postpartum psychosis.
In this age when people have not taken depression seriously, postpartum depression will not attract attention, but the reality is that the probability of onset of postpartum depression is 15% to 30%, usually in the six weeks postpartum. If it occurs within three to six months, it can recover on its own, but in serious cases, it can last for one to two years.
While this disease is ignored by people, the probability of the disease is also increasing.
Jiang Yu scanned the title page of the diary, which was full of two words, child.
The handwriting is messy, strong through the back of the paper, and even mottled and yellowed tears after drying.
She had tried cowardly to die countless times, but for the sake of Jiang Wei, who was waiting to be fed, she held it back.
In the past few years, she thought every day to come and save her.
But every time, just pushing her into a deeper abyss, let her develop a heart of stone.
Jiang Yu sighed and put the diary back in place.
Fortunately, it all passed.
She survived the hardest time, not like the six mothers who committed suicide.
Suddenly, something flashed through Jiang Yu's mind.
The night outside the window was so tight that there was no starlight through it, but Jiang Yu inexplicably saw a gap in the afterglow.
The six deceased who committed suicide were all mothers who had just given birth, and the community was adjacent to a hospital. In principle, most expectant mothers in the community would give birth in that hospital.
The mother who had just given birth left her child to commit suicide...
Jiang Yu has an absurd guess in his heart.
In order to verify his guess, Jiang Yu found the home of one of the deceased the next day.
Without photography, Jiang Yu predicted that the truth of the interview would be rejected by the editor, but she still wants to come.
Star TV is in the top ranks in the country, Jiang Yu still misses the moment when she first entered Star TV.
At that time, there was a group of most devout believers who shed their blood for the news, vowed to chant long live their ideals, and were willing to pick up the microphone late in the cold winter night.
But nowadays, the TV station is going downhill, and the sound of chasing ratings is greater than the pursuit of the news. The blood that used to be cold and decayed has become a black rust, stinking. She can't stop it, let alone follow the trend. All she can do is to inherit a child. heart of.
The man who opened the door was the husband of the deceased. He was in his early thirties. He was young and vigorous. The years had not yet carved many marks on his face. Jiang Yu explained his intention. Maybe it was because too many reporters came to interview recently. After Jiang Yu's press card, he invited people in.
Jiang Yu sat on the sofa and looked around. The balcony curtains were tightly drawn and light-tight, and the living room was lit with cold lights, deserted, and not very popular. The red happy character on the door has not been removed yet, there is a group photo of Zhang's family on the coffee table, and the man puts his arms around the pregnant woman and smiles with happiness.
The family that should be the happiest is now fragmented.
"My name is Xiangyou. That's my wife. Since she married me, she has never let her suffer a little bit. I don't understand why it's so good after giving birth to a child, so why can't I think about it?" Xiangyou Holding the infant child, with red eyes, he said, "The poor child hasn't taken a few mouthfuls of breast milk before his mother is born, Miss reporter, do you know why his mother jumped off the building?"
Jiang Yu saw the bloodshot eyes in his bright eyes.
All people want is the truth, but the media wants to cover it up.
The child woke up under his father's narration, and then wept loudly, clear and uncontrolled crying through the living room.
Xiang You hugged him up and coaxed, the big man had rough hands and feet, and looked at Jiang Yu awkwardly. "Miss reporter, can you hold me for a while? The child may be hungry."
Jiang Yu expertly carried the child over, and the infant who was still in the infant opened his mouth unscrupulously and cried, with tears on his tender cheeks.
She has never coaxed such a small child. When Jiang Wei was still in her infancy, she was on the verge of life and death.
Jiang Yu learned the appearance of the child's father, hugged him up and coaxed twice, and the child looked at Jiang Yu, but he didn't even laugh.
While soaking milk powder for the child, Xiang You watched Jiang Yu's alienated actions, and said, "Miss reporter, I would take the liberty to ask if you also have children."
The corner of Jiang Yu's mouth unconsciously outlines a curve, his eyes are tender, "Yes, my son is three years old."
Xiang You put the baby bottle in the child's mouth and watched his small mouth open, patted the child's back with his hands, and his eyes reddened again, "It's great."
After breastfeeding the child, Xiang You said to Jiang Yu: "Miss Reporter, just say what you want to ask."
Jiang Yu asked him, "Do you think your wife had any emotional problems after giving birth, or did you leave anything? It's like a suicide note."
Xiang You thought about it for a while, then hesitated: "She was unhappy for a while after giving birth, and she always couldn't help crying. Then it was better. I thought it was because of her wounds that hurt, so I didn't think much about it. "
"Sullen?"
"In the few days she came back from the hospital, she didn’t talk much. She always shut herself in the room and didn’t take care of the baby. I was busy at work and often worked overtime. Some trivial matters quarreled." Xiang You sighed, "We hardly quarreled. Those few days were really restless at all, and they were all things that I thought were small."