Mu Xiaoyu was blocked by the Sunan dialect, and he lost his hatred. zI
I nodded to Yu An'an, and the two of them left together.
No matter what the three people behind him are doing, none of this has anything to do with me, nothing at all!
When I came to the car and took the car key to open the door, Yu Anan stopped me and asked: "Pei Sansan, do you have depression, right?"
I was taken aback and smiled: "What are you talking about, how can I have depression after seeing me smiling so brilliantly?"
Yu Anan said to me very seriously: "Smile depression! You have smile depression, and it's quite serious!"
"Smile depression? There is still this kind of disease in this world?" With a faint smile on my face, I got into the car: "Do psychologists like to think about others like this? How do I look like someone with depression? Just kidding. Right?"
Anan Yu stared at me and said: “Smiling depression is not a diagnostic category of mental illness—it is a type of depression patient’s response pattern to their own illness. Rita Labeaune, a clinical psychologist in private practice at Beverly Hills, described it. For “being happy in front of others, but internally suffering from depression.” Although they seem to be laughing, they actually struggle with depression every day.
In the fifth edition of the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders in Country M (DSM-5), the diagnostic criteria for depression include depression, loss of interest and pleasure in things and activities around you! "
"Pei Sansan... Can you show me your medical records?" Yu Anan said, picking up on my car door. "I will adjust a treatment plan for you. Trust me!"
Put the key in the car, grab a smile, "I'm not sick, don't need it!"
"Pei Sansan!" Yu An'an said anxiously: "I treat you as a friend, you believe me, I won't tell anyone."
I started the car and glanced at Yu An’an faintly: "You really think too much, smile depression, I have never heard of it. You are a psychologist, do you think everyone is sick? I think you don’t. You should find faults on me. You can find faults on Shen Chaoxi and Mu Xiaoyu. Why do one of them do that and the other to accompany her to do so!"
Yu An'an retorted: "I didn't think too much. I was observing you secretly. You are obviously upset in your heart, but you can still laugh and comfort others with a smile. Smiling depression means that there is nothing on the surface. But everything is pressed in my heart, waiting for a day to explode."
I listened to Yu Anan's words with my ears upright, with a quiet expression: "Are you finished?"
Yu Anan was silent.
"It's finished, I'll go now!" Stepped on the accelerator and dashed away.
There was no smile on his face as the cars went to and fro, holding the steering wheel, and gnawing at his fingers.
Drive in traffic, go back to the flower shop and ran up the attic.
I rummaged through the attic, but didn't find what I was looking for. He narrowed his eyes, and went downstairs, drove to Yang Lingxuan's house.
I searched the corners and corners of Yang Lingxuan's house, but I still couldn't find it.
Pinching his waist, he looked around the room. Nibbled at the finger, where is it? I didn't put it away by myself, but Yang Lingxuan put it away, where would it be placed
He couldn't throw it away, couldn't take it home, his chest panting and fluctuating sharply, invisibly scared.
No, I shook my head, I'm already well, I've recovered, suddenly raised my eyes, safe, safe, safe...
Run to Yangling's room and open the safe. Pull out the thing, and at the innermost side, you can see the paper bag containing the medical records.
Sitting down on Yang Lingxuan's bedside, he breathed a sigh of relief, opened the paper bag, and pulled out the medical record sheet, which said, "Smiling depression patient, Pei Sansan!"
On the next piece of paper, Pei Sansan intervention therapy for smiling depression patients.
She covered her mouth, bit her lip, trembling all over, panting loudly.
In my head, there is constant reverberation, I want to destroy it, I want to destroy it.
He stood up on the edge of the bed, walked slowly into the kitchen, and turned on the liquefied gas.
Take out the sickness, light it, watch the bright and dark flames, and slowly exhale.
Relieved, none of this exists, I am Pei Sansan, and there is no hurdle in my life.
Fear of the night, fear of silence, sleep with the light on, fear of turning off the light, as if there are countless eyes looking around, and then make fun of me.