Chapter Three hundred and twenty, remembering the accident

Following the address on his business card, he went to Jojo's, where Qin Lan straightened his collar and was slightly uncomfortable with the grandeur of the other shop. To tell the truth, since he went abroad to study for so long, he has never been to such a luxurious place, except Yi Chen's home, of course...

Jojo had been waiting in the hall, and saw a man in a schoolboy form, dressed in a suit but with a fresh face and a healthy sunshine. Jojo wasn't sure if he was the one he was waiting for.

"Hello, " said Qin Lan, who had seen the video on the Internet, so he stepped out and held out his hand. "I'm Qin Lan. "

"Oh! " Jojo looked at him in surprise and reached forward, shaking his hand. "Hello Hello. "

He did not think that the other side can come so soon, thought he would have to wait for a long time, so he simply played the mobile phone, but did not think that this is less than a few minutes, many parties came over.

Qin Lan took the bait, gently pulling his hand out with a smile, and politely asked, "is the patient here now? " He looked around. There was no way an autistic person could be in a store like this, if not for the patient, then for the customer.

So it's got to be there.

"No, " Jojo shook his head sheepishly. "My brother was sent to a mental hospital by his family, but he never recovered and got worse. "

There was a lot of resentment in the tone.

A mental institution? Qin Lan did not wrinkle, now the domestic mental hospital can not be compared with foreign, some hospitals although said is mental hospital, but in fact no different from the prison, and this kind of place, the demand for money is very high. Even though he didn't see Jojo as poor, it wasn't reassuring to leave an autistic in a mental hospital.

"Can we go and see him now? " Qin Lan knew that many people in the country had very limited knowledge of psychology here, most people think, as long as mental illness is mental illness, so avoid, there are times when it's too dangerous to realize you need to see a therapist, but it's too late.

Many young people suffer from mild depression as a result of stress, but when it comes to seeing a psychiatrist, it's not just family members who object, but many are labeled as crazy, so this is why many people can not bear to commit suicide, sometimes, life and death only in the moment, depending on whether the people around them will extend a helping hand to save them.

"Yes, yes, " Jojo said, as he was so interested in his younger brother, and of course Jojo was happy to do it, so he said a few words and followed Qin Lan.

Qin Lan sat in the passenger seat and looked at Jojo, who was driving beside him. "Did anything happen to your brother before he shut down? "

He paused to explain, "just something that's particularly impressive enough to change his world view. "

When he heard this, Jojo's eyes suddenly darkened, and instead of seeing Qin Lan's happiness, he saw a sadness in his eyes that infected Qin Lan and made him feel bad.

"Yes... " a moment later, Jojo said, "that was a long time ago. "

With a sigh, Jojo continued, "I wasn't famous then, I was just an assistant in a modeling agency. "

At that time, he also had a girlfriend who was very in love with him, Lutian Tian.

"Dear, in order to celebrate your promotion today, let's go out to have a meal? " When he left work, Lutian ran up to tie his arm, the whole person on his body.

"Well, let's go to the skewer shop on the north side of town, " Jojo said with a smile.

"and your brother. "

Speaking of which, Jojo sighed. If only he hadn't suggested going to a string shop in the north of the city, maybe there wouldn't have been so many accidents.

Call up his brother, three people as usual waiting for traffic lights, the road opposite is that they often patronize string shop.

"Let's hurry up, it's crowded, " said deet-tian, holding Jojo's hand and laughing as the yellow light from the road hit her face, as if Jojo could see the tiny fuzz on her face.

"Di! " Just in the green light just a second or two, several people raised the feet have not fallen, the distance of a truck stagger rushed over.

At first glance, Jojo immediately threw off his sweet hand and pushed away his brother who was standing on the other side of him. Because of inertia, deersweet is thrown to the ground...

"and? " Qin Lan turns to look at him, Jojo in the driver's seat looking extremely sad, all because of himself, his hands, killed his girlfriend.

Jojo sniffed a tear from the corner of his eye, "then the truck lost control and hit us. " With that, Jojo took a deep breath, closed his eyes and opened them again, sitting in the passenger seat, Qin Lan said to himself, this man has a strong inner quality!

"I'm sorry for your loss, " Qin Lan said, looking back at the road ahead. The other man's story was tragic, but it was also an accident. He believed that even if he didn't say anything, Jojo would adjust himself. The other guy was too good at adjusting! It's so powerful that it scares him, and no one without professional training can do that.

Qin Lan left such a doubt in his mind that he secretly watched Jojo more often.

"thank you. " Jojo gave Qin Lan a grateful look, which he didn't mention to anyone, and Qin Lan was the first one who could relax and make him feel more comfortable.

As they speak, they arrive at their destination, a not-so-formal mental hospital in the city. "My brother's in there, " said Jojo, with a look of great concern in his eyes.

Qin Lan looked up at the building as a whole, and he liked to begin to appreciate the different styles of decoration because he had spent so much time with the fruit.

The Gates were painted in red with the words mental hospital written in big letters. The black iron bars stood out, but also gave a sense of oppression. Qin Lan wondered: Would the autistic people in such a depressing hospital get better?

Because Jojo often came over, the doorman recognized him, nodded at him, and opened the gate as naturally as if Jojo had come home.