Global Movie Emperor

March 2nd, Wuxi, light rain.

A Mercedes-Benz G-Class AMG parked at the entrance of the cemetery. With a bang, the umbrella frame was bounced away, and small raindrops hit the umbrella, making a small popping sound.

Black leather shoes stepped on the ground, and the steel chain watch shone with a silver luster that was not dazzling even in the gloomy weather. The black shirt and black suit worn on Lu Ze made Lu Ze's already tall figure even more attractive. He is tall and tall, except for the dazzling white on his chest.

He took out a cigarette from his arms and lit one. Light blue smoke floated in the air. He looked back and saw a small convoy of more than a dozen vehicles.

The crying never stopped from this moment on. Since meeting Jiang Wenshu's parents three days ago, Lu Ze saw with his own eyes that most of the old couple's hair, which was originally white, was now completely white.

There were very few relatives present today, and among friends... it seemed that only Lu Ze was present. This was not beyond Lu Ze's expectation. It would be strange if there were so many people.

"Xiao Lu...thank you. I want to thank you on behalf of Wen Shu."

Jiang Wenshu's mother was very excited and pulled Lu Ze's umbrella-holding hand. Tears fell on Lu Ze's wrist, which was a little warm and then quickly cooled down.

It's not that Jiang Wenshu didn't send money to her family after she became famous. On the contrary, she gave her family a large deposit. However, when she later compensated for the endorsement and the company contract was terminated, she had to pay back the compensation. If she goes to court, in addition to the clearly priced endorsement, the artist contract will also be paid. If there is a lawsuit, the compensation will not be 200 million.

Maybe she was frustrated at that time, maybe she just wanted to end things with the company as soon as possible and didn't want to have anything to do with these people anymore, so she gave them as much money as they asked, so that it was Lu Ze who paid. Bought her future home, a tomb of 366,000 yuan in the best cemetery in Wuxi.

"Take care of yourself, auntie. Wen Shu has been worried about your and uncle's health before. Don't let her worry, otherwise, she will feel bad too."

"Okay, I won't cry... I won't cry."

They say they don't cry, but how can the old couple stop their tears? Fortunately, the old couple were in good health before, otherwise they would have fallen ill in the past few days.

Holding an umbrella for the two old people, Lu Ze looked at the Feng Shui master and saw him nodding. Lu Ze opened the rear door. Jiang Wenshu's father reached out and picked up the box covered with white cloth. It was hard to imagine that a woman weighing several dozen kilograms could be so relaxed. was put into a small box.

"Wen Shu...go west! The main road to the west!"

The few relatives threw white paper money and floated in the air. Mother Jiang followed her husband's instructions and shouted to take Jiang Wenshu home. The group entered the cemetery and walked to the top of the mountain. s position.

Pushing open the cover of the artificial marble, Lu Ze squatted down, lit the paper money, and threw it into the entrance of the tomb. After it was completely burned, he spread the paper money underneath. Lu Ze carefully picked up Jiang Wenshu from Jiang Wenshu's father's hand and put it into the tomb. Opening the white cloth, Jiang Wenshu smiled so brightly in the photo.

After getting out of the way, the husband placed some funerary objects such as "Yuanbao" and "Golden Mountain" and muttered some words that ordinary people could not understand. Then he asked the family members to see if the positions were correct. After everyone had finished reading, The glue maker from the cemetery put the marble cover on, picked up a glue gun and filled the gaps with black glue.

The crying reached its peak at this time, and Jiang's mother lay on the monument and cried bitterly. From this moment on, she could no longer see her daughter. From then on, there was no more Jiang Wenshu in the world.

Lu Ze stuffed a Chinese flower for the master of the cemetery. After seeing the master off, he stood behind the crowd without holding an umbrella, letting the raindrops hit his body. However, the raindrops were small, so his body was just a little damp.

"Xiao Lu, why don't you go and burn some paper money with us?"

"I won't go now, I... want to talk to her."

The old couple didn't say anything else, they just nodded and took a group of relatives down the mountain to a special paper burning place to burn some of the paper money they brought with them on the road for her.

At this moment, only Jiang Wenshu and Lu Ze were left here. Except for the sound of rain, all the noise stopped suddenly and became completely quiet.

Lu Ze walked to the tombstone and squatted down. The main body of the monument was black, with golden words engraved on it, "Beloved Daughter, Tomb of Chiang Kai-shek Wen Shu." Lu Ze stared at the accompanying photo for a long time, then reached out and wiped it with the back of his hand. Erase the photo.

In the photo, she has black hair, which is quite long, reaching her chest. She has two shallow dimples when she smiles. Compared with the burgundy curly hair, she looks much quieter.

"Mr. Lu?"

When Lu Ze heard someone calling him, he turned his head and found Lin Yuezhu, whom he hadn't seen for a while, standing on the left side holding a bouquet of white chrysanthemums and holding an umbrella.

"Dr. Lin? Are you..."

Lin Yuezhu walked to the tomb, glanced at the tombstone, sighed, placed the bouquet in front of the tombstone, straightened his suit, and bowed three times.

"Ms. Jiang... is also my patient. I treated her earlier than you. Due to professional ethics, I cannot disclose anything about her to you without Miss Jiang's consent." I'm very sorry for this..."

Lu Ze was stunned for a moment. He was not doctor Lu Ze. He did not understand psychology, and Jiang Wenshu always looked happy in front of him, so he did not see any psychological problems with Jiang Wenshu.

Mental illness does not directly lead to death, but patients with mental illness have a high probability of death. Lin Yuezhu is used to attending the funerals of his patients, but he still feels extremely sad about the passing of Jiang Wenshu, a beautiful life of only 27 years old. Unfortunately, after taking a look at Lu Ze, he realized that since Jiang Wenshu had passed away, there was no harm in telling Lu Ze.

"She suffers from severe depression. The cause comes from her fear of this thing and the endless work. She hates this kind of life, but she still lives this kind of life every day, and that thing is like a high-risk warning The string is constantly putting pressure on her. In fact, Miss Jiang is a very strong woman, but a person's endurance is only so high. It is impossible to carry things endlessly. When the string in her head is tightened and broken, All this happened naturally, so Mr. Lu, you don’t have to blame yourself too much.”

"Do you think...this kind of comfort is appropriate on this occasion?"

"What is depression, Mr. Lu, do you have a clear understanding? If your happiness value is ten, but you may not stabilize your happiness value at ten every day, because of this or that kind of thing, your happiness It is normal for the happiness value to be only six or seven, but the happiness value of patients with depression is zero. They cannot feel happiness. Listening to 10,000 jokes will not increase the happiness value to one, but Miss Jiang’s career is destined to force her to smile even if she doesn’t feel happy, and greet every trip with a smile. This fake smile has been maintained for several years, do you think she won’t be in pain?”

Lin Yuezhu turned around and looked down the mountain. This location is very high. On a sunny day, the sun will not be blocked by other tombstones. It also faces a river. The teacher said that this is a particularly good location. After observing it for a long time, Lin Yuezhu turned around and looked down the mountain. Yes, he turned around and looked at Lu Ze.

"This kind of pain is difficult for ordinary people to understand, so death may not be the end for Miss Jiang, but a kind of relief. I am comforting you now, Mr. Lu, just because the funeral I attend next time will not be yours." , you can be angry and dissatisfied with me, but I hope you, no, all my patients are not sick, there is no mental illness in the world, you can all live well, even if I am unemployed, I will leave first and choose I will check your condition again in a while, take care."

Lin Yuezhu took a step back, bowed to Jiang Wenshu again, then turned and left, leaving Lu Ze where he was, and walked slowly down the mountain.

When he walked to the entrance of the cemetery, he looked back at the top of the mountain, took out his mobile phone and made a call.

"Ms. Shen, I just met Mr. Lu. Don't worry too much. Mr. Lu's mental state is quite stable, but further examination is needed. I suggest you take Mr. Lu to my studio. Okay, bye."

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