Global Movie Emperor

On March 2nd, Wuxi, light rain.

　　 A Mercedes-Benz G-Class ag parked at the entrance of the cemetery, with a bang, the umbrella frame was bounced off, and small raindrops hit the umbrella and made a small crackling noise.

Black leather shoes stepped on the ground, and the steel chain watch shone with a not-so-dazzling silver luster even in gloomy weather. The black shirt and black suit were worn on Lu Ze, which set off Lu Ze’s tall figure even more. He is burly and tall, except for the garish white on his chest.

　　 took a cigarette out of his arms and lit a cigarette. The light blue smoke was floating in the air. He looked back and saw that it was a small convoy of a dozen cars.

　　 The crying started from this moment, and never stopped. Since seeing Jiang Wenshu's parents three days ago, Lu Ze watched with his own eyes that most of the old couple's hair, which was originally white, was now completely white.

　　 There were very few relatives here today. It seemed that my friend was only in Lu Ze. This was not beyond Lu Ze's expectation. It would be strange if there were so many people.

　　 "Xiao Lu, thank you, I thank you for Wen Shu."

　　 Jiang Wenshu's mother was very excited. She pulled Lu Ze's umbrella hand, and tears fell on Lu Ze's wrist. It was warm, and then quickly cooled down.

Jiang Wenshu didn’t send money to his family after he was in his early years. Instead, he gave a large deposit to the family, but later compensated for the endorsement and the termination of the company contract. If the lawsuit is filed, in addition to the clearly marked endorsement, the artist contract In the case of a lawsuit, there will be no compensation of 200 million.

Maybe she was discouraged at the time, maybe she just wanted to make a break with the company sooner, and didn't want to have anything to do with these people, so she gave as much money as people said, so that Lu Ze paid the money. I bought her future home, a tomb of 366,000 in the best cemetery in Wuxi.

　　 "Take care of your health, Auntie, Wen Shu has been worried about the health of you and your uncle before. Don't worry about her, otherwise, she will feel sorry."

　　 "Okay, I don't cry or cry."

　　 said he didn’t cry, but how could the old couple’s tears be stopped? Fortunately, the old couple were in very good health before, otherwise they would have fallen ill these days.

Holding umbrellas for the two old men, Lu Ze looked towards Mr. Feng Shui, and when he nodded, Lu Ze opened the rear door. Jiang Wenshu’s father reached out and held up the box covered with white cloth. It is hard to imagine that a woman weighing several tens of kilograms would be so relaxed. Was packed into a small box.

　　 "Wen Shu heads west! The Western Road!"

The few relatives threw up the blank paper money and floated in the air. Jiang’s mother obeyed the command of Mr. Jiang and shouted to take Jiang Wenshu home. The group entered the cemetery and walked to the top of this mountain. s position.

Pushing the lid of the artificial marble, Lu Ze squatted down, lit the paper money, and threw it into the tomb. When it was completely burned, he took the paper money and spread it underneath. Lu Ze carefully picked up Jiang Wenshu from Jiang Wenshu’s father and put it into the tomb. Opening the white cloth, Jiang Wenshu in the photo smiled so brilliantly.

Get out of the position, the husband arranges some funerary items such as "Yuanbao" and "Jinshan", talking about some ordinary people who don't understand, and then asks the family to see if the position is right. After everyone has read it, The glue gluer in the cemetery covered the marble cover, took the glue gun and filled the gap with vinyl.

　　 The cry of crying reached its peak at this time. Mother Jiang lay on the monument and wept bitterly. From this moment on, she would never see her daughter again. From then on, there was no such person as Jiang Wenshu in the world.

　　 Lu Ze stuffed a piece of Chinese for the master of the cemetery. After sending the master away, he stood behind without holding an umbrella. He let the raindrops hit him, but the raindrops were small, and he was just a little wet.

　　 "Xiao Lu, go and burn some paper money with us."

　　 "I won't go now, I want to talk to her."

　　 The old couple didn't say anything else, they just nodded, took a group of relatives down the mountain, and went to the special paper burning place to burn some paper money that she had brought on the road.

　　At this moment, only Jiang Wenshu and Lu Ze were left here. Except for the sound of rain, all the noise came to an abrupt end, and it was completely quiet.

Lu Ze walked to the tombstone and squatted down. It was a black body with the golden words engraved on it, "My daughter, the tomb of Jiang's Wenshu". Lu Ze stared at the accompanying photo for a long time, and reached out to wipe with the back of his hand. To wipe the photos.

　　 In the photo, she has black hair and is quite long. When she reaches her chest, she smiles and has two shallow dimples. Compared with the burgundy curly hair, she looks much quieter.

　　 "Mr. Lu?"

　　 Hearing someone calling him, Lu Ze turned his head, but found Lin Yuezhu, who hadn't seen him for a while, holding a bunch of white chrysanthemums and standing on the left with an umbrella.

　　 "Doctor Lin? You are"

　　 Lin Yuezhu walked to the tomb, glanced at the tombstone, sighed, put the bouquet in front of the monument, tidyed up his suit, and bowed slightly.

"Ms. Jiang is also my patient. I treated her earlier than you. Out of professional ethics, I cannot disclose to you about her condition without Ms. Jiang’s consent. Sorry."

　　 Lu Ze was stunned. He is not a doctor Lu Ze. He does not understand psychology, and Jiang Wenshu has always been happy in front of him, so he really did not see that Jiang Wenshu had any psychological problems.

Mental illness does not directly lead to death, but people suffering from mental illness are at a high probability of death. Lin Yuezhu has become accustomed to attending the funeral of his patients, but he still feels extremely overwhelmed by the death of Jiang Wenshu’s beautiful life at only 27 years old. Unfortunately, he glanced at Lu Ze, and since Jiang Wenshu has passed away, there is nothing wrong with telling Lu Ze.

"She suffers from severe depression. The cause comes from her fear of this matter and endless work. She hates this kind of life, but still lives this kind of life every day, and that thing is like a high-risk warning. The thread is constantly putting pressure on her. In fact, Ms. Jiang is a very strong woman, but with such a high level of endurance, it is impossible to carry things endlessly, and wait until the string in the brain becomes tense and breaks. All this happened only naturally, so you don’t have to blame yourself too much, Mr. Lu."

　　 "Do you think this comfort is appropriate for this occasion?"

"What is depression, Mr. Lu, do you have a clear understanding? If your happiness value is ten, but you may not stabilize your happiness value at ten every day, because of this, UU reading www.uukanshu.com or that This kind of thing, your happiness value is only six or seven, it is normal, but the happiness value of depression patients is zero, they can't feel happiness, and listening to 10,000 jokes will not increase the happiness value to one. Ms. Jiang’s profession destined that even if she didn’t feel happy, she would have to forcibly smile and greet every trip with a smile. This kind of smirk lasted for several years. Do you think she will not be in pain?"

Lin Yuezhu turned around and looked down the mountain. This location is very high. When it’s sunny, it won’t be blocked by other tombstones, and it’s directly facing a river. The husband said this is a particularly good location. Yes, he turned around and looked at Lu Ze.

"This kind of pain is difficult for ordinary people to understand, so death may not be the end for Ms. Jiang, but a relief. I am so comforting Mr. Lu for you now, just for the next funeral I will attend is not yours. , You can be angry and dissatisfied with me, but I hope you, no, all of my patients are free of illness, there is no mental illness in the world, and you can all live well, even if I am unemployed, I will leave first. At this time, I will check your condition again and take care."

　　 Lin Yuezhu took a step back, bowed again to Jiang Wenshu, then turned and left, threw Lu Ze in place, and walked slowly down the mountain.

　　 walked all the way to the entrance of the cemetery, looked back at the top of the mountain, he took out his mobile phone and got through.

　　 "Ms. Shen, I just met Mr. Lu, don't worry too much. Mr. Lu's mental state is fairly stable, but further inspection is needed. I suggest taking Mr. Lu to my studio. Well, goodbye."

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