Days to Return to the Goddess

The so-called sympathy for the same sickness is to empathize with each other because of the same experience and pain.

"Hello anchor Jiang, my name is Zhao Ya."

So it was Ya not Ya.

Jiang Yu looked at the woman on the hospital bed who was still bright and beautiful even after giving birth. Jiang Yu couldn't help but wonder what kind of man he was so cruel, and threw her in the hospital alone.

She stretched out her hand friendly, "Hello, Jiang Yu."

A touch of gentleness and tenacity between Zhao Ya's eyebrows and eyes, she said that a woman's best weapon is gentleness, and men cannot resist, but in fact, only women know the best. Women can be gentle, strong, and charming. They have a variety of attitudes and looks , With time and life, sharpen into what you need to become.

"You want to interview me?"

Jiang Yu doesn't have a microphone, and Chen Ke doesn't have a camera. This does not constitute an interview.

"No, this is not an interview." Jiang Yu sat on the chair next to the bed and said in a casual and chatting tone: "I was there when you first arrived at the hospital. At that time, were you alone?"

Zhao Ya looked at the woman holding the child in the room, "Sister Xu, you take the child out first."

Sister Xu was breastfeeding with a baby bottle, and she replied twice and left the room.

Jiang Yu winked at Chen Ke, and Chen Ke also winked away.

Only Jiang Yu and Zhao Ya remained in the room.

Jiang Yu's strength is exposed and fierce, while Zhao Ya's strength is hidden under a gentle mask.

"How could it be one person, obviously two people." Zhao Ya looked at her with calm eyes, "Anchor Jiang, you don't have to pity me."

Jiang Yu understands what she means. They are both women, they can feel the same way, and they can pity each other, but don't pity her.

No one needs this humble and pitiful person to communicate in an unequal manner in this conversation.

We are equal, you have pity on me, pity me, as if I lower you, this is not fair.

Jiang Yu changed the subject, "You just said that we are the same sick?"

"Yeah, let's take pity for the same disease," Zhao Ya pinched a strand of hair behind her ears, her eyes faintly flowing, "Four years ago, it was your most glorious time, but you retreated in a rapid rush and left the anchor station. , Abandoning one's own career, abandoning one's own ideals, and even abandoning one's dignity, just for a man."

Some things are mentioned by oneself to encourage and admonish, while others are to stabbing a knife in the heart.

"You became a full-time wife, and you have never been there since then, and the career you built has reached your sister's hands." Zhao Ya looked at her with a faint smile, "Are you curious why I know so much? Because you It's my idol, your "Legal Moment", I won't be out of the first issue, what is the current "Legal Moment"? It's a grandstanding thing."

Zhao Ya said this in a very disdainful tone, with tit-for-tat hostility between her brows and eyes.

"Although the current "Legal Moment" is not the best, relatively speaking, it is still a good show."

Jiang Yu does not recognize the expression of "Legal Moment", but in terms of ratings, it is really one of the best programs in the station.

Especially in this era of the highest ratings, there is no doubt that "Legal Moment" is a success in Jiang Yan's hands.

Zhao Ya couldn't help but smile, "You said, relatively speaking. At that time, your departure made me very angry. I don't understand why a stupid woman like you was willing to give up everything for a man. This is simply Unreasonable things."

Speaking of this, Zhao Ya paused, her tone was not as smooth and straightforward as before, mixed with unbearable bitterness and choking, "Until later... he knelt in front of me, holding a ring and holding flowers, begging me to marry him. , I understood your decision at that time, because it was really the most beautiful thing about love."

Jiang Yu nodded, "Yes, love is a very beautiful thing."

"Did you know? I used to be a jewelry designer." Zhao Ya looked at her in a daze, her eyes filled with mist, "I am very busy at work, and sometimes I can't take care of my home, so he asks me to resign. , An Xin, being a full-time wife, said that she would give me the monthly salary and support me, but the result? I am like a waste, I can’t do anything, I have no financial resources, I and social Going farther and farther, only three or four years, let me see his heart clearly."

"He and I proposed a divorce that day. Before I could even sign the divorce agreement, he was called away by his sick vixen. I could only... call the emergency call and get on the stretcher by myself, Jiang Yu, do you understand this feeling?" The fog in Zhao Ya's eyes finally disappeared. She looked out the window with a dull expression, "I often think, I am useless now, that is the place I should go, as long as I jump down, I don't have to be so painful."

Obviously suicidal.

"I know, I know."

For countless nights, Jiang Yu had stood by the window sill, trying to end her absurd life, but Jiang Wei's crying stopped her.

There were also many times when she stood on the windowsill holding Jiang Wei.

The child is innocent, but he will be painful when he grows up slowly.

But what stopped her at that time was that she was different from Jiang Wei. Jiang Wei was still so young. He had never seen the most beautiful flower in the world, the whitest cloud, the bluest sky, the longest road and the clearest. The river, she can't be so selfish.

Holding a hammer and a long plank like crazy, she sealed all the windows of the house, but collapsed again and again, hitting the plank with her fists and punches.

It was so dark and the wind was so cold, even the moonlight on the ground was cold, and the curtains floated when the wind poured into the room.

Jiang Qian will catch a cold.

She nailed the broken plank firmly to the window with a hammer.

She was dripping with blood like a lonely ghost, standing desperately by the window that was nailed to her, no one wanted to save her.

Now Zhao Ya, like her, hangs on the edge of the cliff. One step forward is the cliff of ten thousand meters, and one step back is the sea and sky.

"Do you know that there is a disease called postpartum depression."

"Postpartum depression is a woman who has obvious depressive symptoms or typical depressive episodes during the puerperium. It is the same as postpartum restlessness and postpartum psychosis. It belongs to the puerperal psychiatric syndrome. The incidence of postpartum depression is 15% to 30%. The most prominent symptoms of depression are persistent depression, belittle oneself, gloom, listlessness, sleepiness, crying, serious, suicidal tendency."

Zhao Ya looked at her with no fluctuations in her eyes, "So, you mean, I have postpartum depression?"

"This disease has been ignored for a long time. Some time ago, the reason why the six mothers who committed suicide in the evening live broadcast of Star TV was due to postpartum depression. From your performance, I think it is, but specifically, I hope you can find a doctor for diagnosis. ," Jiang Yu was silent for a moment, but finally had to stabilize his voice and continued: "This may be cruel, but I still want to say that I will be doing this program to show the public what is postpartum depression. I really need such a depressed patient to analyze myself from the bottom of my heart so that everyone can see the dangers of postpartum depression. I want this issue to be taken seriously and no longer ignored."

"So, you want me to be on the show?"

Jiang Yu said frankly: "Yes, this is my first comeback show. Nothing can be lost."

"Are you back?" Zhao Ya rarely smiled, "Are you going to host the show yourself?"

"Yes."

Zhao Ya stared at Jiang Yu in a daze, "It's been four years, you're going to be on the anchor station again."

"Zhao Ya, you can too. You are the best designer. You can make a piece of... ordinary jewelry shine with the most unique light. Just like yourself, you are also the most unique."

Zhao Ya retorted, "I'm not...I can't draw anything anymore. I can't draw anything. All my talents have died in my marriage and love."

Outside the window is the brightest sunlight, but Zhao Ya is ashamed, like a withered flower, bathed in this sunlight, quietly waiting to wither.

She was passing her life quietly, no longer expecting anything, even a child, she could not rekindle the enthusiasm for life in her eyes, a small fire.

Jiang Yu shook her hand, "Zhao Ya, all your talents are in your own hands. It is not dead. A marriage cannot erase your talents and light."

Zhao Ya looked at her hands in silence.

"Three years, I have been isolated from the world for three years, I have left the designer industry for three years, the replacement is so fast, I have become obsolete, what else can I do? My life has failed so much, why should I What to do?"

"You have a future in your life, and the children you have given birth to after so many hardships. The glory of your life started with a little understanding of you. How is the current you different from the one you just entered the workplace? An excellent designer, why not now?"

"Zhao Ya, no one can deny your value. Your husband can’t, family can’t, friends can’t, time is even worse, not even you. I’m not a psychologist, I can’t help you, I can only Let me tell you." Jiang Yu stopped talking and handed her a business card of her own, "I need you. The show will be broadcast the day after tomorrow. If you want, please contact me."

The business card was placed by Zhao Ya's hand. Jiang Yu got up, stood at the door and looked back before leaving, watching the sun shine on Zhao Ya, making her thinner and thinner.

"I and you are not the same. He didn't kneel down, didn't have a ring, didn't have flowers, didn't have a salary card, and had nothing to do with love. Everything is my own opinion."

She is much sadder than Zhao Ya, she has nothing, only the child.

Relying on the child to linger, it was Jiang Qian who saved her.

For many years, Jiang Qian became the only reason for her to live.

Jiang Yu left the ward, and Chen Ke greeted him in the corridor, "How is it? Did she agree?"

"do not know."

She really didn't know.

"It doesn't matter, the boat will be straight at the bridge head, there is always a way."

***

The boat to the bridge is naturally not an empty talk. The night before the recording of the show, she received a call from Zhao Ya, saying that she would like to show up.

Jiang Yu communicated everything with her and came to Starlight Park to record the show the next day.

The program staff were all in place. Jiang Yu, the family of the six deceased, invited Xiang You. The interview with the hospital and the interview with Zhao Qianchuan have also been edited. Everything is ready to go, except for Zhao Ya.

After the agreed time, Jiang Yu called her, but she couldn't get through. She called the doctor, but the reply was that Zhao Ya took the child out of the hospital.

"Sister Jiang Yu, the show will be broadcast in ten minutes!"

Chen Ke hung up the phone, his handsome eyebrows rarely got anxious, "The phone can't get through, Senior Sister, I'll go out and look for it!"

The entire program team was anxious about Zhao Ya's absence. In their program planning, Zhao Ya is the most important figure and the key point of the program.

Jiang Yu calmly said: "It's too late."

"But Zhao Ya won't come..."

Jiang Yu said solemnly: "If Zhao Ya doesn't come, this show will continue!"

She knows that this show has attracted the attention of countless people on the station, and most of them are waiting to see her jokes.

She had nowhere to go, she had no choice but to grit her teeth.

"Sister Jiang Yu, why don't we let the guests we prepared in advance come on stage. Anyway, it's the same, they are all depression."

Jiang Yu's eyes were sharp, and he stabbed at the person who spoke to Shicai like a sword like a sword.

"Participants in this falsification incident will all be expelled!"

Several editors at the scene shrank their heads and dared not speak.

Jiang Yu hates this habit the most. Young media professionals use all means to seek goals and fool the public under the lens of the studio!

Jiang Yu has dealt with a lot of on-the-spot accidents. Guests who were not present before the broadcast started, those who left midway, and were emotionally charged. In live broadcasts, the host’s skills are often the most tested.

Jiang Yu calmly picked up the phone and dialed the phone.

"Hello? Miss Jiang, what's the matter?" Aunt Wang's voice came through the phone.

Jiang Yu said, "Aunt Wang, is Xiao Wei here?"

"Yes, I will call him."

After a while, Jiang Wei's childish voice came over the phone, "Mom!"

The office was extremely quiet, and the sound of Jiang Yu's mother on the phone was particularly loud.

Everyone looked at each other, mom?

Obviously scared.

"Mom is here, Xiaoqi, do you want mom?"

"Yes! But mom, you can't miss me now! You have to go to work, and you can miss your baby after get off work!"

"Well, okay, my mother listened to Xiaoqi, but I don't want to do it now. I think twice after get off work," Jiang Yu paused, "Xiaoqi, mother loves you."

"I love my mother too, mua~" Jiang Wei gave a big kiss to the phone.

An unconscious smile appeared at the corner of Jiang Yu's mouth, which seemed to be satisfied and comforted, "Okay, it's time for mom to work, hang up first, we will see you baby at night."

"Goodbye mom!"

Jiang Yu hung up the phone, ignoring the dumbfounded people around.

The director rushed into the office, "Jiang Yu, hurry up, it's countdown!"

Jiang Yu took a deep breath, took the microphone in the director's hand, opened the door, and walked into the studio.