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The voice of Julian crying and shouting echoed in the room with only moonlight, and Jenna stood quietly at the door, not daring to take a step forward.
She was afraid that after she walked in, she would find that this was not a nightmare, but a reality.
After a while, Jenna 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, didn't stop him from crying, and didn't touch him who was frightened, but said softly, "We don't have much debt. If we lose our current job, we can find another one. Don't worry...
"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, not blame yourself..."
Jenna repeated these words over and over until the collapsed Julian was exhausted and his body gradually became weak. He leaned against the wall by the window and fell asleep.
He was finally quiet.
Seeing her elder brother whose expression gradually relaxed and was no longer so terrified and painful, Jianna let out a silent breath, the tears in her eyes lost their gates and kept dripping down. Chapter 141 After crying silently at the sympathy luncheon, she stood up, walked to Julian's bed, picked up the quilt, and gently covered her brother who was leaning against the wall and sleeping.
After all this was done, she shuffled back to the room inside, which belonged to her and her mother, Elodie.
Jana 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, but she could no longer convince herself.
Perhaps, except for a very few lucky ones, darkness is the main theme of life, and light is just an occasional embellishment.
Jenna suddenly grabbed her mother's pillow and covered her face with it, and her body experienced all kinds of reactions when she choked.
Why, why is it always dark and there is no light?
When will the sun rise again?
I don't know what time it was, but Jenna fell into a drowsy sleep.
She was awakened by the movement outside.
She turned over and sat up, rubbed her swollen eyes, and hurried out of the room.
What caught her eye was Julian, who was toasting a slice of bread.
He no longer had the breakdown and mental disorder of last night, and was busy with the things in hand.
Jenna's lips moved for a few seconds, but finally she said the usual greeting: "You woke up so early?" Julian replied slightly dully: "I didn't eat dinner yesterday, I woke up hungry.
"Wait a little longer, the toast will be ready soon."
Seeing her brother's state, Jenna not only did not relax, but became more and more worried.
If Julian was still in the state of mental breakdown and constant crying like last night, although she would feel uncomfortable, depressed, and desperate, she would not be afraid.
She will take her brother to see Franka in a coercive manner, and ask her to find a real "psychiatrist" for treatment.
Now, she wasn't sure if Julian was really recovering, or if he was just looking normal.
If some problems are not resolved, they will always be backlogged in my heart, and when they erupt again, they may become fatal!
Jian Na was very afraid that she had just finished her breakfast when she saw her brother committing suicide by jumping off the building while she was not paying attention.
She observed Julian carefully for a while, and felt that the hysterical collapse was indeed gone, but her spirit should not really return to normal.
When Julian made breakfast by himself, his movements were nimble and his hands and feet were nimble, so there was nothing wrong with him, but once he communicated with each other, he would appear dull, dull, and slow to respond.
This made Jenna believe even more that her brother had kept those breakdowns and abnormalities inside, along with his mind and soul.
Huh... I still have to find a real "psychiatrist"...Jianna's eyes became foggy again.
Not long after, Julian baked bread and went to a street vendor to buy a jug of fresh milk.
Janna looked at her brother casually while eating her breakfast and said,
: "I suffered from insomnia last night and felt very depressed. I want to see a psychiatrist. You seem to be the same. Do you want to go together?"
It took two seconds for Julian to reply, "I'm looking for a job."
Once again strong sorrow surged from the bottom of Jenna's heart.
My brother didn't even question the matter of going to a "psychiatrist".
People living in this neighborhood are reluctant to even go to a clinic to find a doctor, let alone visit a "psychiatrist" because they are mentally ill.
Most of them don't know that there is a profession of "psychiatrist", and they don't think they have psychological problems.
"At that time, both of us will have income, and we may be able to pay off the rest of the debt within this year. If I am alone, it will definitely not work. The income of underground singers is not stable. I don't know when they will not be People like it."
On the one hand, Jenna is reducing the pressure on her brother in advance, so that he will not be stimulated and collapse again because he cannot find a job in a short period of time. Let him feel that he is still very useful, and rely on responsibility to maintain his will to survive and prevent him from committing suicide suddenly.
Jenna, who had never considered these details before yesterday, has unconsciously thought about similar issues today.
After repeatedly stabilizing Julian's condition, she watched her brother go out to look for opportunities in the factory cluster in the Botanical Garden.
After resting for a while, Jenna left No. 17, Rue Pasteur still a little tired, and headed towards Rue Saint-Geres not far away.
She was going to walk slowly to White Coat Street, just when Franka got up and asked her to make an appointment for a real "psychiatrist".
When passing the intersection in a daze, Jianna glanced blankly, and saw a news article published in a newspaper on the side newsstand: "Congressman Hugues Artois emphasized that the explosion of the Goodville chemical plant should be handled fairly. .”
Attracted by those words, Jenna walked over instinctively, picked up the newspaper, and quickly browsed the news "...Newly-elected Congressman Huguet, Artois believes that factory owners cannot be slandered just because of an accident, Nor can the factory owners who provide a lot of jobs and taxes for the country not be able to afford even one accident and want to seek bankruptcy, which will lead to a lot of closures, a lot of unemployment, and a new round of protests and unrest.” Hugh. Artois said that he will not forget the people who were injured and died in the explosion, and will seek to establish a new public welfare fund to help factory owners bear part of the accident compensation, so that the factory can continue to operate, and those who are responsible for the accident can use more More jobs and taxes to atone for.
"He also said he would introduce a bill in Congress to create a better environment for entrepreneurs, including easier firing of unqualified workers and staff, more reasonable accident compensation..."
Seeing this, Jenna's shoulders suddenly trembled.
She let out a laugh that made her body tremble, and it didn't stop for a long time.
After a while, she put down the newspaper and continued on.
Before she knew it, Jenna walked to the Rue Saint-Geres, to the Goodville Chemical Factory, which was mostly in ruins.
Looking at the extremely dilapidated metal tank, she thought of her mother Elodie again.
Every time she walked into the factory facing that iconic thing.
A few minutes later, a strange yet somewhat familiar face appeared in Jianna's eyes.
It was a woman in an old dress, and she said to Jenna: "Quickly, go to Market Avenue, that congressman is going to hold a sympathy banquet, invite us to participate, maybe we can win something!
"Condolence banquet?" Jianna asked blankly.
The woman nodded quickly: "Yes! Wasn't your mother also injured in the explosion accident? You don't remember, we met in the ward?
"Two quarters of an hour ago, that congressman went to the hospital, and we will hold a sympathy banquet later!"
"Hugues Artois
? "Jianna asked subconsciously.
"That's right, that's the name." The woman took Jenna's arm and led her, who was still a little dazed, to the MP's office on Market Avenue.
Half an hour later, the two arrived in front of the khaki four-story building.
A lot of people who look like they belong to the poor are queuing up for inspection and entering the hall.
Jenna was wearing that plain gray-blue long dress today, her hair was let down naturally without any modification.
She was at the back of the line, moving forward a little bit.
Nearly a quarter of an hour passed, and finally it was her turn.
A woman in a dark blue uniform inspects her head, 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 in surprise, "It's early today."
Franca was still dressed in blouse, light-coloured breeches, and red boots, but in a different way.
She said with a "huh": "Aren't I worried? I'm afraid that you and Jianna will turn around and assassinate that congressman's secretary Rhone just because you and Janna have agreed on the surface."
"In your heart, am I such a reckless person?" Lumian asked back.
"Yes." Franka replied without hesitation.
She even wanted to add the word "most" to describe it, but after remembering a "furious citizen" she met in a seaside town, she felt that Lumian was not enough.
She breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Since you haven't been impulsive yet, there shouldn't be any problem with Jenna. I'm going to visit her and see if there is anything in her family that needs help."
As soon as Franka finished speaking, there was a rush of footsteps coming up from downstairs, heading straight for this side.
The chief of the official village is a small piece of knowledge who has made the whole life miscellaneous and the people are old, and it is not enough to see that the payment is uneasy.
She breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Since you haven't been impulsive yet, there shouldn't be any problem with Jenna. I'm going to visit her and see if there is anything in her family that needs help."
As soon as Franka finished speaking, there was a rush of footsteps coming up from downstairs, heading straight for this side.
Lumian and Franka, who were standing at the door, looked sideways and saw Jianna, who was wearing a gray-blue plain dress and loose hair, ran over anxiously, and said with sobs: "My brother, my brother Crazy! He's turned into a lunatic..."