Boss has more fans than artists

On his 20th birthday, Yu Suibo rejected the proposal of some friends and businessmen to hold a party for him, and returned home alone in the study, facing his parents' relics, from the sun to the sky full of stars.

He just sat quietly in the center of the study room. On the left is the desk that his father often used when he was still alive. Although this desk is used by him now, the things placed on it have not changed and are still maintained. The way Dad ended up using it.On his right is the chair that his mother often sits on, and on it is the pipa that his mother placed casually before going out.

Time seemed to be stagnant in the study, and everywhere I could see was the appearance of my parents before they left the house.

Yu Suibo sat on the ground with his knees hugged, staring straight at the scenery outside the window. The magnificent sunset was as beautiful as the one he had seen with his parents countless times.He smelled the smoke from the smoke blown in by the wind through the window, it was an unspeakable sweet smell, he couldn't help but closed his eyes and took a deep breath——

He is fantasizing.

Imagine that your parents are still around.

His father, who has a good career, is on the sidelines handling official duties right now—his father is a gentle scholar, obviously a big boss who is in charge of thousands of people, but even if he is half-pissed off, he never scolds the employees under him. When encountering any employee who has difficulties at home, the salary advance can always be agreed without hesitation.And at this point, my mother should also cook in the downstairs kitchen. In fact, my mother's cooking skills are very poor. It is dry and salty and not tasty at all. She once burned the bottom of the pot, but my father just likes it and doesn't allow him. The son criticizes his wife.

Between his parents, he was an accident.

Yu Suibo closed his eyes and seemed to have a little smile on his face.

He looks very good-looking when he smiles. It is different from the greasy face that is often reported by the media, and there is a hint of innocence.But it's no wonder, after all, after leaving those glittering titles, this new-generation businessman who should not be underestimated is only 20 years old, and his youthful sense and innocence are the colors he should have.

It's just that these two points were hindered by his illness, making him a very strange figure in the eyes of the public because of his moodiness.

His temper made Yu Suibo often questioned when he was a child - "Why is your personality not like your parents at all".

Later, he understood that he had inherited the grandfather he had never met and became a manic-depressive disorder. Gradually destroy him...

Yu Suibo, who had closed his eyes for an entire hour and a half, seemed to be falling asleep, until a child's playful screams came from outside the window, and he suddenly opened his eyes in surprise.Yu Suibo, who was taken aback, rubbed his forehead and lowered his head to let out a sigh of relief, and touched his bulging pocket with his right hand——

Inside is a bottle of healing medicine that has been eaten.

Yu Suibo looked at the bottle of medicine for a long time without knowing what he was thinking, and then stood up slowly - he sat for too long, and when he got up, he could even hear the crackling sound of his bones and joints.He slowly straightened his back, walked to the desk and threw the medicine bottle into the trash can.

The computer on the desk is stuck on the mailbox page, and new emails are constantly popping up at the moment. These are all waiting for him to deal with, but now he has no energy to deal with them. He can't even bother to cover the computer. Back in the bedroom, I lay on the bed for an unknown amount of time, and then took a shower for two hours, then came out and turned on the TV, and lay quietly on the bed——

The entertainment news being broadcast on TV was his face, and the host said in an exaggerated tone, "Changfeng CEO Yu Suibo openly stated that he likes girls with big breasts. Is this..." What followed was some unspeakable things. To be polite, it means that Yu Suibo is a lecherous man anyway.

Yu Suibo thought hard, did he really say that?

He thought hard for a long time but couldn't remember anything. After all, his memory always weakened a lot when he was in a low mood. He couldn't remember what happened yesterday, and it was even vaguely strange. It's like a thing of two worlds.

I don't want to think about it, but would I really say that I like women with big breasts in front of so many people?Although I am sick, but being sick does not mean becoming mentally handicapped, right?It's okay to fight with people when you get angry... so you still talk nonsense?

Yu Suibo said "wow" to his face on TV as if he was watching someone else's story. This is really an interesting discovery. This disease really changed a lot and even wiped out a person's personality Basic politeness, at least Yu Suibo three years ago would not have said such obscene words.

How could it be like this?

What was Yu Suibo like three years ago?

He frowned slightly—what was his previous self like?Why... can't remember at all?

With this question in mind, Yu Suibo stared at the TV with his eyes open, and didn't fall asleep until four o'clock in the morning.

When I opened my eyes again, it was already one o'clock in the afternoon. The aunt I invited left the meal on the dining table. Yu Suibo was too lazy to heat it up, so he just ate half a bowl of cold rice, and then sat lazily on the sofa and started to let go of his brain and think about it one day.

Over the years, his periods of mania and depression have become shorter and shorter, and the frequency of switching has become higher and higher. Even going to the doctor for treatment has become a three-day fishing behavior, always letting that aunt dove.It is indeed not an easy task for patients with bipolar disorder to receive treatment and take medicine obediently. At least for Yu Suibo, who often feels lonely even in the manic period, he is not very persistent in controlling the disease.

Anyway, no matter what, I am alone, and no one will feel sad for my departure.

Slowly self-destruction in this way is also an art.

Yu Suibo's gaze slowly fell on the fruit knife in the fruit basket on the coffee table, and then he coiled his whole body together and buried his head in his knees.

The author says:

1. It describes Mr. Yu who is in a depression period. 2. I only have a very superficial understanding of the mental illness of bipolar disorder, and some of the papers and records I found are also very... simple generalizations, for example, bipolar disorder is "I am the best in the world" "Why am I so It is a disease that frequently switches between "garbage" and I have not found a better description of the specific inner manifestations and behaviors of patients with bipolar disorder. Therefore, Mr. Yu's performance is all based on my half research and half guesswork. I hope you are free Move your fingers to take the initiative to understand bipolar disorder, and don't simply take the description in the article as true. 3. Then thank you for your support, it is too difficult to describe a person who is mentally ill.