Lovers suffer from depression [Quick Transmigration]

Wen Ran took a deep look at Meng Miandong before continuing to work.

After more than an hour, it was lunch break time, Wen Ran walked up to Meng Miandong, picked up Meng Miandong's waist, helped Meng Miandong up, took Meng Miandong's hand, and walked out of the office.

Because they came early, they didn't meet any employees, but now when they went out, they were immediately surrounded by employees.

At present, the scale of the company is not large, excluding Wen Ran and Wen Yan, there are only nine employees.

Wen Ran has always had a good temper, so an employee wentssiped without hesitation: "Mr. Wen, is this your younger brother? Is it a cousin or a cousin?"

Wen Ran asked back: "Have you ever seen me hold Ah Yan's hand?"

The employee shook his head and said, "I haven't seen it."

"I don't even hold my own brother's hand, so why do I hold my cousin's hand?" Wen Ran couldn't hide his joy, "This is my boyfriend."

The boyfriend or something really broke the heart of the female employee.

Wen Ran continued: "Let's go to dinner quickly, if it's late, there will be less room for choice."

——The company is located in an office building, the top floor of the office building is a restaurant, and the restaurant is shared by the people in the entire office building.

After all the employees had dispersed, he asked Meng Miandong, "What do you want to eat?"

"I don't know either." Meng Miandong asked Wen Ran again, "What do you want to eat?"

Wen Ran suddenly remembered that there was a Vietnamese restaurant nearby, and suggested, "Shall we go eat Vietnamese food?"

"Yeah." Meng Miandong agreed immediately, having never eaten Vietnamese food.

The Vietnamese restaurant is in the square not far away, and it takes only 10 minutes to walk there.

Since they were of the same sex, many people looked sideways at them. Meng Miandong tried to pull his hand away, but was held tighter instead.

Wen Ran whispered in his ear again: "Don't care too much about other people's eyes, you only need to care about me."

Of course Meng Miandong understands that he doesn't need to pay too much attention to the eyes of strangers, those people have nothing to do with him at all, but the feeling of being looked at by so many people is really uncomfortable.

When can I be as calm and unhurried as Wen Ran?

He was thinking about this question, and his body had already arrived at the Vietnamese restaurant under the guidance of Wen Ran.

They ordered the most representative Vietnamese dishes: Vietnamese Curry Crab, Cuttlefish Roe with Soft Shell Crab, Vietnamese Spring Rolls, Vietnamese Pho, Vietnamese Sour Fish Soup and Coconut Pudding.

The price of this restaurant is expensive, although the taste is not worthy of the price, it is also very distinctive.

Walking out of the restaurant, Meng Miandong whispered: "I'm unemployed now, and I'm sick. You have to pay employees, maintain the company's daily operations, repay the mortgage, and other things that cost money. Why don't you eat in such an expensive restaurant?"

In terms of career, after the last time, Wen Ran already has enough experience to avoid risks and avoid detours. If he tries his best, he can be listed on the New York Stock Exchange one to two years earlier than last time. After experiencing life and death, whether the company goes public or not is not so important, Meng Miandong is the most important.

He took Meng Miandong's hand again, and said, "As long as you like to eat, it's fine, and the price is not a problem."

"Price is the problem." Meng Miandong educated, "You can't spend too much."

"Okay." Wen Ran didn't argue with Meng Miandong any more, and secretly planned to cook soup for Meng Miandong every day.

After returning to the office, he immediately threw himself into his work and stayed busy until he got off work.

After get off work, he took Meng Miandong to the supermarket, bought a lot of ingredients, and was criticized by Meng Miandong again.

When he got home, he made lotus root stick bone soup in a casserole.

The next day was tomato beef soup.

The third day is carrot corn pork knuckle soup.

The fourth day is soybean, peanut and duck soup.

The fifth day is black-bone chicken soup with wolfberry and yam.

……

However, after feeding Meng Miandong like this for a month, Meng Miandong didn't even grow a catty of meat.

As time passed, Meng Miandong gradually lost his appetite.

When it was only two months since the last suicide by jumping off a building, Meng Miandong became slow thinking, memory loss, difficulty concentrating, frowning, listless, anxiety and fear, reticence, low self-esteem, pessimism...

All the symptoms of depression followed one after another, which caught Wen Ran by surprise.

When it was only two weeks since the last time he committed suicide by jumping off a building, Meng Miandong even lost his desire.

Never ask him again like before.

Happiness seems to have escaped from Meng Miandong's body.

Wen Ran doesn't know how to help Meng Miandong, all he does is cook for Meng Miandong every day, watch Meng Miandong take medicine, exercise with Meng Miandong, and take Meng Miandong to the hospital regularly.

He was acutely aware of his own powerlessness.

He was afraid of losing Meng Miandong again, and handed over all the work at hand to Wen Yan, guarding his Miandong every step of the way.

The closer it was to January [-], when Meng Miandong committed suicide by jumping off a building, the more restless he became.

In order to prevent Meng Miandong from committing suicide, he locked fruit knives and kitchen knives every time he finished using them. He also hid other sharp weapons. He even installed anti-theft windows on all the windows, even the door locks. It was replaced, and the key was kept close to him.

His actions were tantamount to imprisoning Meng Miandong, but he didn't know what else he could do besides doing this?

Meng Miandong didn't resist at all, although he didn't tell Wen Ran, but he did occasionally have the urge to commit suicide, so being imprisoned by Wen Ran like this is not bad.

He doesn't want to leave Wen Ran, he wants to stay with Wen Ran forever.

Entering January, Wen Ran felt that he was also suffering from depression, and the symptoms were even more serious than Meng Miandong.

As long as he is awake, he will keep an eye on Meng Miandong all the time, and the quality of his sleep that has always been good has disappeared. He will often be awakened by nightmares. In the nightmares, Meng Miandong died tragically in various ways, covered in blood. .

Meng Miandong's weight was slowly dropping, but Wen Ran's weight dropped even more than Meng Miandong's.

Finally, on January [-]th, after lunch, Meng Miandong said to Wen Ran: "Let's break up, I can't drag you down anymore."

Wen Ran grabbed Meng Miandong's wrist and refused straight away: "I don't agree."

Meng Miandong sighed, "If this continues, you will be tortured to death by me."

Wen Ran said indifferently: "Even if I die, I will never let go of your hand."

It would be a lie to say that he was not moved, but Meng Miandong was reluctant to let Wen Ran go on like this, he pulled out his hand cruelly, and repeated: "Let's break up."

Wen Ran moved his lips, before he could speak, Meng Miandong's voice pierced his ears again: "Give me the key."

"No." Wen Ran stood up, swept off the tableware on the table, pressed Meng Miandong onto the table with force, and took possession of it rudely.

Meng Miandong didn't resist, she looked at Wen Ran numbly and said, "Let's break up."

Wen Ran burst into tears, and stretched out his hand to cover Meng Miandong's lips.

Wen Ran's tears hit his face, it was hot, Meng Miandong had never seen Wen Ran like this before, and his heart ached, but his body seemed to have lost the ability to perceive Wen Ran, obviously soon, he still likes it very much Being hugged by the smell.

Is it because of depression?

Why did he suffer from such a grueling disease?It's not as refreshing as the late stage of cancer.

If he had advanced cancer and passed away due to illness, Wen Ran wouldn't have suffered so much, would he?

He stretched out his hand, gently stroking Wen Ran's cheek, and because Wen Ran covered his lips, his voice was muffled: "I won't mention breaking up, I'm sorry."

Wen Ran released Meng Miandong in pleasant surprise, and asked Meng Miandong again: "How can I make you feel comfortable?"

Meng Miandong knew that it was difficult for him to feel comfortable at the moment, but he still said, "Take me to the bed, the dining table is too hard."

Wen Ran immediately carried Meng Miandong back to the bed, Meng Miandong tried her best to look happy, but her acting was so poor that Wen Ran saw through it at a glance, but Wen Ran didn't expose it.

It's not a good thing for any of them to poke the harsh reality.

When everything was over in a hurry, Wen Ran realized that Meng Miandong had shed some blood, and it was his fault.

He trembled, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." Meng Miandong didn't lie, he really didn't hurt, his body didn't seem to be his body anymore, the pain sensitivity was terribly dull.

——It's strange that sometimes, he feels pain everywhere, such as headache, heart pain, stomach pain...

Wen Ran took medicine for wounds and applied medicine to Meng Miandong, and took a towel to wipe Meng Miandong, and then took a shower by himself before returning to Meng Miandong's side.

Neither of them could fall asleep, but they didn't talk, they almost kept their eyes open until dawn, during which Wen Ran cooked rice cakes with shredded pork tofu soup for dinner.

It was already January fourteenth.

Wen Ran woke up and made salmon rice balls and miso soup before waking Meng Miandong up.

Meng Miandong got up obediently, but the washing was very slow, like slow motion in a movie.

Meng Miandong has no appetite. I don't know whether it is because of depression or the side effects of the medicine.

He barely swallowed the salmon rice balls and miso soup, and then took the medicine skillfully.

Paroxetine, Sertraline, Fluoxetine, Citalopram, Fluvoxamine, Duloxetine…

After swallowing all the medicine, his stomach immediately churned.

He tried not to vomit, and after more than an hour, he finally couldn't help it.

He rushed to the bathroom, knelt down in front of the toilet, and vomited out everything he had eaten.

After a long time, he thought he had vomited up, but just as he stood up, the vomiting came up again.

Wen Ran looked at Meng Miandong with a painful face, and also knelt in front of the toilet, stretched out his arms to embrace Meng Miandong from behind, and said, "Miandong, hold on, don't leave me."

Wen Ran's voice contained tears, Wen Ran had already seen through that he had the urge to commit suicide, right?

He understands that suicide is selfish, he is sorry for Wen Ran, he is sorry for the head of the orphanage who raised him, and he is sorry for the educational resources he took up...

But even if there are so many sorry, there will always be a few moments, he will feel that there is no way to bear this kind of pain anymore, and death is the relief.

But if he committed suicide, wouldn't he lose to depression?

He has never been one to give up easily.

So he turned his head, looked at Wen Ran and said, "I never thought of leaving you."

——But last time you left me resolutely.

Wen Ran wants to believe in Meng Miandong, but understands that Meng Miandong's promise is not credible.

This is an extremely cruel perception.

He calmly helped Meng Miandong up from the floor tiles, poured another glass of water for Meng Miandong to rinse his mouth.

In just one night, Meng Miandong seemed to have lost weight again.

He was heartbroken, but smiled at Meng Miandong, "Let's go for a walk."

Exercise is indispensable in the treatment of depression, so they take a walk in the morning and evening recently.

Meng Miandong watched Wen Ran open the door, watched Wen Ran lock the door, and put the key back in the inner pocket.

Wen Ran noticed Meng Miandong's gaze and reminded: "Do you still remember the promise you made just now?"

"Yeah, I remember." Meng Miandong nodded, and was held by Wen Ran's hand.

Wen Ran drove Meng Miandong to a nearby botanical garden.

Meng Miandong looked at the decaying plants on both sides of the cobblestone-paved road, and felt that he was the same as them.

But when he walked a little further in, large expanses of plum blossoms suddenly came into his eyes. The botanical garden was holding a plum blossom exhibition, and there were hundreds of varieties of plum blossoms.

Plum blossoms are resistant to cold and can bloom in frost and snow. He didn't want to lose to plum blossoms, so his fighting spirit was immediately ignited.

However, his fighting spirit didn't last long. On the way home, he had the idea of ​​jumping out of the window.

Their car was in the middle of the road, there were cars on both sides, and there was still a long distance from the previous traffic light, so the speed of the car did not slow down.

As long as he jumps out of the window, he will be crushed to death by the speeding car.

Even if the state of death will not look good, it is enough to be freed.

He was startled, quickly stopped his thoughts, and turned his head to look at Wen Ran.

Wen Ran asked softly: "What's wrong? Miandong."

Meng Miandong whispered, "I just want to see you."

"Yeah." Wen Ran stopped before the red light, and said to Meng Miandong, "Miandong, what do you want for lunch?"

"I don't know what I want to eat, I have no appetite." Meng Miandong said in a daze, "Wen Ran, why do you have depression?"

"To make me cherish you more." Wen Ran rubbed Meng Miandong's hair, kissed Meng Miandong's cheek again, and said, "Then go back and cook porridge?"

Meng Miandong had no objection, she held Wen Ran's hand tightly, and only let go after the red light turned green.

After returning home, Wen Ran went to cook porridge with chicken, yam and spinach.

Meng Miandong ate one bite at a time, and was carried by Wen Ran to take a nap again.

After taking a nap for less than an hour, Meng Miandong woke up.

But he didn't open his eyes and forced himself to sleep on.

After sleeping and waking up for more than three hours, when he got up, it was almost dark.

Wen Ran made avocado tuna salad, pan-fried chicken breast and seafood udon noodles.

He stared at Meng Miandong, and asked again: "Shall we go to the bookstore tomorrow?"

The mood of depressed patients changes from day to night, and starts to improve in the afternoon or evening.

Meng Miandong started to get better in the evening, he ate avocado tuna salad, smiled and said: "Okay, I like bookstores very much, and..."

He shyly said: "Besides, you fell in love with me at first sight when I crossed the road in the bookstore. If I hadn't gone to the bookstore that day, we might never have become lovers, right?"

Wen Ran relaxed a little, stroked Meng Miandong's cheek and said, "Regardless of whether you went to the bookstore that day or not, I will find you in the vast crowd and fall in love with you at first sight."

Meng Miandong blushed slightly, and invited: "After dinner, can you give me a hug?"

It has been a long time since Meng Miandong proposed to Wen Ran, and Wen Ran said pleasantly, "Okay."

It's a pity that the pleasure still didn't visit Meng Miandong, Meng Miandong stretched out his hand to hook Wen Ran's neck, and said, "Hold me again."

Since both parties have no pleasure, it is better not to do it, because there is no meaning at all.

Wen Ran subconsciously wanted to refuse, but he still had hope and did it a second time.

The second time, Meng Miandong finally felt the sporadic pleasure.

After holding Meng Miandong to take a bath, Wen Ran realized that he hadn't gone for a walk yet, but Meng Miandong was already very tired, right?

He kissed Meng Miandong's forehead and said, "Miandong, good night."

Maybe it was because of the increased dose of medicine, or maybe it was because of being hugged twice by Wen Ran, this time Meng Miandong slept very well.

When he woke up, it was already the morning of January [-]th.

After the fifteenth of January passed without any disturbance, the sixteenth of January came, and after that came the seventeenth of January.