Julian's crying and shouting sounds echoed in the room with only moonlight. Jenna stood quietly at the door, not daring to take a step forward.
She was afraid that when she walked in, she would find that this was not a nightmare, but reality.
After a while, Jian Na closed her eyes, gritted her teeth and entered the room that was Julian's bedroom, living room, kitchen and dining room.
She squatted next to her brother and did not stop him from crying or touch him who was frightened. She just said softly, "We don't have much debt anymore. If we lose our current job, we can still find another one. Don't worry...
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"You have enough foundation, there must be other masters willing to accept you...
"What mom wants to see is that you and I can live a better life, instead of blaming ourselves..."
Jenna repeated these words over and over again until Julian, who collapsed, was mentally exhausted and his body gradually became weak. He leaned against the wall by the window and fell asleep.
He finally became quiet.
Looking at her brother whose expression gradually relaxed and was no longer so frightened and painful, Jian Na breathed out silently. The tears in her eyes lost their gate and kept dripping down. Chapter 141 Condolence Luncheon After crying silently for a while, she stood
He got up, walked to Julian's bed, picked up the quilt, and gently covered his brother who was sleeping against the wall.
After doing all this, she shuffled back to the room inside, which was the bedroom that belonged to her and her mother, Elodie.
Jenna lay down, staring blankly at the dim ceiling with a little moonlight with her empty eyes open.
From time to time, she recalled the words her mother had said in her mind, but she could no longer convince herself.
Perhaps, except for a very few lucky people, darkness is the main theme of life, and light is just an occasional embellishment.
Jian Na suddenly grabbed her mother's pillow and covered her face with it, and her body reacted in various ways when sobbing.
Why, why is it always dark without any light?
When will the sun rise again?
I don't know what time it was, but Jian Na fell into a deep sleep.
She was awakened by the movement outside.
She turned over and sat up, rubbed her swollen eyes, and hurriedly left the room.
What caught her eye was Julian, who was toasting slices of bread.
He no longer had the breakdown and mental disorder he had last night, and was focused on what he was doing.
Jenna's lips moved for a few seconds, but what she finally said was a daily greeting: "You woke up so early?" Julian replied slightly dullly: "I didn't have dinner yesterday, and I woke up from hunger.
"Just wait a moment, the toast will be ready soon."
Seeing her brother's condition, Jian Na not only did not relax, but became even more worried.
If Julian was still in the same state of mental breakdown and crying last night, although she would be uncomfortable, depressed, and desperate, she would not be afraid.
She will take her brother to see Franka in a coercive way and ask her to find a real "psychiatrist" for treatment as soon as possible.
Now, she was not sure whether Julian had really recovered or if he just seemed normal on the outside.
If some problems are not solved and remain in the mind, they may become fatal when they break out again!
Jian Na was afraid that just after she finished her breakfast, she would see her brother jump off the building and commit suicide while she was not paying attention.
She observed Julian carefully for a while and felt that the hysterical collapse was indeed gone, but she had not really returned to normal mentally.
When Julian was making breakfast by himself, his movements were quick and his hands and feet were deft, so there was nothing wrong with him. However, once he communicated verbally, he became dull, dull, and slow to react.
This made Janna more and more convinced that her brother had suppressed those breakdowns and disorders deep in his heart, along with his thoughts and soul.
Huh... I still have to find a real "psychiatrist"... Another layer of fog formed in front of Jian Na's eyes.
Not long after, Julian baked slices of bread and went to the street vendor to buy a can of fairly fresh milk.
While Jian Na was eating her breakfast indifferently, she pretended to look at her brother casually and said, "I had insomnia last night and was very depressed. I want to see a psychiatrist. You seem to be the same, do you want to come with me?"
Julian took two seconds to answer: "I'm going to find a job."
Jian Na felt a strong sense of sadness in her heart again.
My brother didn’t even question the idea of going to a “psychiatrist.”
People living in this neighborhood are not even willing to go to a clinic to see a doctor, let alone visit a "psychiatrist" because of their mental illness.
Most of them don't know that there is a profession called "psychiatrist", and they don't think they have psychological problems.
Thinking that a real "psychiatrist" might have to make an appointment, Jian Na didn't force it. She thought about it and said in an encouraging tone: "I think you should choose your employer and master carefully this time. It's normal to not be able to find a job for three to five days.
That might take a week or two, or even a month or two.
"At that time, both of us will have income, and maybe we can pay off the remaining debt within this year. If it depends on me alone, it will definitely not work. The income of underground singers is not stable. I don't know when it will be stopped.
People like it.”
On the one hand, Jian Na was reducing her brother's pressure in advance to prevent him from being stimulated and breaking down again because he could not find a job in a short period of time. On the other hand, Jian Na emphasized his importance, saying that only her sister could not support him.
Let him feel that he is still of great use, and rely on responsibility to maintain his will to survive and prevent him from suddenly committing suicide.
Jenna, who had never considered these details before yesterday, was unconsciously thinking about similar issues today.
After repeatedly stabilizing Julian's condition, she watched her brother go out to the factory gathering place in the Botanical Garden to look for opportunities.
After resting for a while, Jenna left No. 17, Rue Pasteur, still a little tired, and headed towards Rue Saint-Gerre, which was not far away.
She planned to walk slowly to White Coat Street, when Franka got up and asked her to help make an appointment with a real "psychiatrist".
As she passed the intersection in a daze, Jenna glanced blankly and saw a piece of news published in a newspaper on the side newsstand: "Congressman Hugues Artois emphasized the need to deal with the Goodville Chemical Plant explosion fairly.
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Jenna was attracted by those words, and instinctively walked over, picked up the newspaper, and quickly browsed the news "...the newly elected member of parliament Hugues-Artois believes that factory owners cannot be slandered because of an accident.
, and factory owners who have provided a large number of jobs and tax revenue for the country cannot afford to even afford an accident and want to seek bankruptcy, which will lead to a large number of bankruptcies, a large number of unemployment, and a new round of protests and unrest.
"Hugues Artois said that he would not forget the injured and dead in the explosion, and would seek to establish a new public welfare fund to help factory owners pay part of the accident compensation, so that the factory can continue to operate and those responsible for the accident
People use more jobs and taxes to atone for their sins.
"He also said that he would propose proposals in Congress to create a better environment for entrepreneurs, including making it easier to fire unqualified workers and staff, and more reasonable accident compensation..."
Seeing this, Jian Na's shoulders suddenly started to shake.
She laughed, her body shaking with laughter, and she didn't stop for a long time.
After a while, she put down the newspaper and moved on.
Unknowingly, Jenna walked to Rue Saint-Gerre and walked to the Goodville Chemical Plant, which was mostly in ruins.
Looking at the extremely broken metal can, she thought of her mother Elodie again.
Every time she walked into the factory facing that iconic thing.
A few minutes later, Jian Na's sight was a little strange again, and a face that was unfamiliar yet slightly familiar appeared in her sight.
It was a woman wearing an old dress, and she said to Janna: "Quickly, go to Market Avenue, the congressman is going to hold a condolence banquet and invite us people to attend, maybe we can win something!
"Condolence banquet?" Jenna asked blankly.
The woman nodded quickly: "Yes! Wasn't your mother also injured in the explosion? Don't you remember? We met in the ward?
"Two-quarters of an hour ago, the congressman went to the hospital, and there will be a condolence banquet later!"
"Hugh Artois?" Janna asked subconsciously.
"Yes, yes, that's the name." The woman took Jenna's arm and led her, who was still a little confused, to the Congressman's office on Market Avenue.
More than half an hour later, the two arrived in front of the khaki four-story building.
Many people who looked poor at first glance were queuing up to be inspected and entered the hall.
Jian Na was wearing a simple gray-blue dress today, and her hair was let down naturally without any modification.
She lined up at the back of the queue and moved forward little by little.
Nearly a quarter of an hour passed, and finally it was her turn.
A woman in a dark blue uniform was inspected starting from her head and working her way down to her boots.
After confirming that she was not carrying dangerous items, she was asked to register, prove her identity, and then enter the banquet hall.
Golden Rooster Hotel, Room 207.
Lumian looked at Franka who appeared at the door and said with slight surprise: "It's very early today."
Franca is still dressed in a women's shirt, light-colored breeches, and red boots, but she has changed her outfit.
She said "ha": "Aren't I worried? I'm afraid that you and Jian Na will turn around and assassinate the parliamentary secretary Rona after they promised on the surface."
"In your mind, am I such a reckless person?" Lumian asked.
"Yes." Franka answered without any hesitation.
She even wanted to add the word "most" to describe it, but after remembering an "angry man" she met in a seaside town before, she felt that Lumian was not enough.
She breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Since you haven't acted impulsively, there should be no problem with Jenna. I'm going to see her and see if she needs help at home."
As soon as Franka finished speaking, a rush of footsteps came up from downstairs and headed straight this way.
It’s not a big deal to live in a small village in Shicun to know the old people with distracted minds, but to see Fu Pian being uneasy.
She breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Since you haven't acted impulsively, there should be no problem with Jenna. I'm going to see her and see if she needs help at home."
As soon as Franka finished speaking, a rush of footsteps came up from downstairs and headed straight this way.
Lumian and Franka, who were standing at the door, looked sideways and saw Jenna, who was wearing a simple gray-blue dress and her hair disheveled, running over anxiously, sobbing and saying: "My brother, my brother