Days to Return to the Goddess

Eight years ago, she returned from studying abroad, attended an Ivy League school, received a higher education, and learned a wealth of knowledge. Everyone said that she was buried as a reporter.

But she stubbornly entered this line.

Her teacher Chen Wenzhou told her that reporters are not humans, they are voices that spread the truth.

It is easy to be a journalist, but difficult to be a conscientious journalist.

Jiang Yu didn't understand that in the four years she was not in the station, all the people who had patted their chests and shouted news ideals had changed.

In the big environment of Star TV, it seems that she is the only one willing to set foot on the door of truth.

Jiang Yu listened to the countdown sound in the headset, the last ‘1’, took the microphone and walked to the anchor station.

After four years, she finally picked up the microphone again and stepped onto the highly anticipated anchor station.

"Hello everyone, welcome to the first issue of "Truth Weekly", I am the host Jiang Yu."

There was thunderous applause from the audience. Most of those who came were fans from Jiang Yu three years ago. Now that the goddess is back, amidst the suspicion and contempt of the outside world, people who come to watch the show are still full of the studio.

Jiang Yu glanced across the crowd, seeing expectation, excitement, and disdain from their eyes.

She held the microphone and went straight in. "One month ago, six pregnant women jumped from the building in Bishui Garden District. Under police investigation, all of them died of suicide. The reason for the suicide is unknown. In this short month, Because of the lack of explanation, public opinion spread extremely seriously. Among them, the most serious was the news that the six dead were given birth in the Ninth Hospital reported by the evening news section team."

"It is undeniable that the six deceased did give birth in the Ninth Hospital, but according to my investigation, the physical condition of the six deceased at that time met the requirements for discharge. However, the hospital was still besieged by angry family members and the door was smashed. The doctors and nurses were injured."

The pictures taken by Chen Ke were shown on the big screen, angry family members, **** glass shards, doctors and nurses in the hall at a loss, the audience was quiet.

No fierce video is needed. These photos have the power of the mayfly to shake the tree and hit people's hearts directly.

"This is the medical record of the six deceased. Our hospital definitely did not allow the patient to be discharged if the patient was not suitable for discharge..." On the screen is Jiang Yu's interview with Dr. Chen from the Ninth Hospital that day, and Dr. Chen looked directly at the camera. We are not wrong."

Jiang Yu spread out the medical records handed over to her by the Ninth Hospital, "The six deceased are in good health and their deaths have nothing to do with the hospital. But today, we are not here to discuss the guidance of news to public opinion, we are discussing the truth! "

A short video was shown on the big screen. The video showed a naive little penguin. He left the team and walked alone towards a strange distance.

The swinging little penguin fell several times in the process, and the appearance of the fall caused the audience to laugh.

The little penguin walked to the edge of the glacier, but still did not stop, jumped up and jumped off the glacier of unknown depth.

The audience exclaimed, and the video stopped.

Jiang Yu did not smile on her face. She introduced to the audience, “This is a survey in the United Kingdom. The results of the survey found that penguins are social animals and do not move individually. However, there is a situation in which penguins suffer from depression. It will leave alone and jump off the cliff."

The video on the big screen is fixed on the corpse of a little penguin crawling on the ground.

"Depression, a newly discovered psychological disease in the 21st century, has gradually come into everyone's field of vision, but what we are talking about today is not just the topic of depression, but a branch of depression, postpartum depression. "

Jiang Yu paused deliberately, watching the whispering whispers in the audience, and the studio shot from Jiang Yu was placed on the audience.

"Postpartum depression has not yet attracted everyone's attention. According to our survey results, we have reason to believe that the six deceased all suffered from postpartum depression before their deaths, and it is already quite serious. For this reason, we ask To the family of one of the six deceased, Xiang You."

On a seat in the hall, Xiang You sat there with a pale face, holding the microphone in his hand, and said as he had rehearsed in advance: "My name is Xiang You, the husband of the deceased."

"Hello, I don't know if I can show you what you have discovered."

The pain of uncovering the scar was uncomfortable again. He trembled and took out his wife's diagnosis report. His swollen eyes were not only heavy with dark circles, but also bloodshot in his eye sockets.

"This is my wife's diagnosis report. It says that she suffers from postpartum depression."

"Then have you noticed something wrong with your wife?"

"She..." Xiang You choked up a few times. "She was originally a very gentle writing. During that time, she was very silent and would cry from time to time. I asked her and she didn't tell me anything. Later, I was busy at work and came back late. She would cry secretly in the middle of the night. I knew when she was crying. I thought she was just stressed and just vented, but I didn’t expect that she..."

Xiang You buried his face in the palm of his hand and whimpered, "It's my fault. I didn't take care of her well and didn't see her fault in time."

Jiang Yu sighed and looked at the big screen.

The screen shows several family members of the deceased interviewed by Jiang Yu, describing the weirdness of the deceased.

Everyone talked about a sudden silence, a sudden eruption.

After the interview was broadcast, there were two clear photos on the big screen, with a diagnosis report on one side and a suicide note from Xiangyou's wife on the other.

"In this regard, we also interviewed the professor of the Institute of Psychology, Professor Zhao Qianchuan, who also conducted a brief interview on this matter."

In the video, Zhao Qianchuan wears a white coat and sits in front of the camera without any stage fright. His professional attitude and calm conversation are very attractive. In terms of Prof. Zhao Qianchuan’s profession, no one is more convincing than what he said. .

"By comparing the verbal descriptions of several family members of the deceased and the diagnosis of postpartum depression of one of the deceased, I can conclude that several of the deceased suffered from postpartum depression before death, but whether this postpartum depression caused the deceased to commit suicide. The only factor, I can't guarantee, I can only say that one of the symptoms of postpartum depression patients is that they have obvious suicidal tendencies."

There are not too many words, just a few sentences are enough.

Someone from the audience questioned, "Except for the six deceased, one deceased left a diagnosis report, and the other deceased were speculated through the descriptions of their family members. That is to say, you have no conclusive evidence to prove the other five deceased. I have suffered from postpartum depression and uncertain factors exist. Can I question the lack of rigor of your news?"

The topic is sharp, with a small view of the big picture, directly leading the topic contradiction to the topic of rigorous news, which is sensitive to the media.

The staff at the backstage squeezed a cold sweat while watching.

The audience questioned on the spot, which is also one of the links of the show. They were powerless to stop, so they could only let Jiang Yu take control.

"Thank this gentleman for speaking out," Jiang Yu said: "Yes, the deceased is dead. Whether they have suffered from postpartum depression during their lifetime is indeed impossible to find out, but as long as they have lived, they will leave memorable details. We will investigate. History is also based on these details, starting from the recorded documents, exploring those who have died for a hundred years and thousands of years, so as to put the coffin on the coffin. Similarly, the oral narration of the closest person to the deceased can also be one of the evidences for textual research. ."

There was thunderous applause, both for Jiang Yu's return and Jiang Yu's blooming. Together with the audience who asked questions, they also raised their hands above their heads with a smile and applauded.

Until the applause subsided, Jiang Yu adjusted his tone, “In many cases, most women are accustomed to dependence. During pregnancy, they will have a feeling of suffering and loss. The husband is very sparse and ordinary. One sentence In their hearts, they will turn into all kinds of random thinking. They are anxious and insecure. They need to be taken seriously and comforted. At this time, they need the comfort and company of their husbands and family members. They cannot blindly criticize and ignore them. The seemingly unreasonable behavior is likely to be a long-term collapse of tolerance."

"And today, our program team also invited a woman who once suffered from postpartum depression, she can take everyone into the world of postpartum depression."

Jiang Yu was silent for a moment, then took off the host's badge on his chest and held it in the palm of his hand.

All the audience was unclear. Even the reason behind Jiang Yu did not understand what the proud and strong host was.

When rehearsing, there was no such scene.

Jiang Yu looked up at the camera, "Hello everyone, my name is Jiang Yu, I am a single mother, and I have suffered from postpartum depression for a year."

Under the eyes of everyone, there was deathly silence.

A live broadcast program requires not only the master's skills, but also the full cooperation of the staff of the program group. Before the live broadcast, it must be rehearsed more than three times before it can be broadcast live, and the host must strictly follow the rehearsal process to prevent it. All accidents happened.

Jiang Yu's sudden behavior caught the program director by surprise.

"What's the matter? Why didn't Jiang Yu go according to the rehearsal?" The director of the program group was a hot-tempered person, his face flushed from the fire, "Hurry up and start emergency measures!"

"Wait, let her continue." Chen Wenzhou didn't know when he came to the program group.

"Deputy Director Chen."

Chen Wenzhou looked at the bright and polished jewel in the studio, even more brilliant, "You have to believe her, believe in the founder of "Legal Moment"."

Jiang Yu in the center of the studio took a deep breath, put aside his tough attitude as the host, and the corners of his tight mouth were drawn upwards, the eyebrows were no longer sharp, and they were stained with a touch of softness.

"I am a single mother who gave birth to my son in the department of obstetrics and gynecology three years ago. I still remember it was raining heavily in the whole city. The dense raindrops hit the window and my amniotic fluid broke. There was no one else in the family. , I made an emergency call myself. I remember clearly that the ambulance arrived only 20 minutes later, because it was the rush hour and the city was tightly sealed. I was sitting on the ground in a panic. It was ridiculous. Yes, I made big and small strategies when I was pregnant, like a travel strategy. I thought I had mastered all the steps of production, but when it came to the critical moment, I was at a loss."

Facing the audience and the camera, she said very relaxedly, cutting off the branches and green leaves, leaving only the rough trunk.

But the reality is that when she opened the window and let the heavy rain pour on herself, all her crying and tears were swallowed by thunder and heavy rain.

She looked at the ground under the tall buildings, the traffic and people, dim and depressed.

In a daze, she heard the strong vitality of the child in her belly.

She was very grateful, thanked herself back then, bravely continued.

The audience listened quietly.

"I climbed on the stretcher by myself. Of course, I never said thank you to the two medical staff who lifted me, because I reached the highest weight in my life at that time, and they must have struggled to lift it." Jiang Yu Bowing his head, the corners of his mouth trembled slightly, "The process of giving birth is the same for every mother. Normal delivery and C-section. At that time, my choice was normal delivery. Fortunately, my child, mother and child are safe."

For Jiang Yu, eight years have passed since these memories, and the memories that should have been spent in eight years have become more sober in the day-to-day discussions.

"I am also very grateful to the doctors and nurses who took good care of me at that time, and the auntie Wang who has been taking care of my son. If it were not for them, I would not be standing on stage today," Jiang Yu took a deep breath and said after a moment of silence. "It was really a difficult experience to describe in words. After giving birth, you will feel that all your values ​​have been reflected. Now lying in a hospital bed, you have no value at all. I am full of all my body. Negative energy, I couldn't sleep all night and all night. At that time, I was very depressed, and even the children couldn't comfort me."

"Many times, I feel that I am useless, because I have nothing. My whole portrait is stuck in the mud. The more I struggle, the deeper I sink. The extreme self-rejection makes me think of suicide. Many times, this thought It's for no reason. It pops up all of a sudden and catches you by surprise. It is a very crazy idea. Once it occurs, once it emerges, it is the desire and hope that you can't suppress at all, the desire and hope for death. "

Speaking of this, Jiang Yu paused.

It is not a good thing to tear the scars apart, and it is even more difficult to talk and laugh in a casual tone.

Jiang Yu had the urge to unbutton his collar and catch his breath.

"I once wanted to take the child away, but when I saw the smile on the child’s face, I knew I couldn’t do that. He hadn’t experienced this brilliant life, hadn’t seen the most beautiful life, he hadn’t Feeling family love and friendship, he should have a glorious life, and he should have goals to fight for. His life was created by me, but it must not be ended by me. I don't have the right to decide."

Jiang Yu smiled faintly, "Now he is three years old and he is in kindergarten. Many children like him. He often tells me that he is a little man and will protect me in the future..."

Her voice was choked, she looked at the camera with infinite tenderness in her eyes, "Mom apologizes to you. It was my fault that I used to be a mother, but my mother is willing to spend the rest of my life to compensate you and love you well."

There was thunderous applause in the studio again. Jiang Yu smiled and put on his host's badge, only to find a deep dent in the palm of his hand.

I originally thought that I could confess the things that happened so long in my last life calmly, but I didn't expect that I still cared so deeply, even I didn't expect it.

Holding the microphone, she once again turned into the self-reliant show host in front of the camera.

"The British writer Thomas Carlisle once said that people who have not cried for a long night are not enough to talk about life. I can say this on stage now because I know that those days are over. For me, it is just a Scars, but for mothers who don’t know which night to cry today, no! The six dead have sounded our alarm bells. Who would have thought that behind the continuous deaths, there is something unknown. Disease!"

"They are being trapped in the mud by this disease. They are eager to be understood, tolerated, and saved. They are also struggling to redeem themselves at this moment. Do you want to push your wife or the mother of your child? Husbands of your wife, fathers of your children, I know you are very busy, but sometimes I ask you to stop your busy pace, pay more attention to the details, calm down, and be patient, help your wife, help The mother of your child."

The backstage employees looked at Jiang Yu intently, and everyone kept silent tacitly.

The more you investigate, the clearer you get, and the deeper you get, the more silent.

They used to dismiss the topic of postpartum depression and insisted that, but so.

But after in-depth investigation, I discovered that behind the honor of being a mother, there is also such a group of people, wrapped in darkness, rotten and sinking, surrounded by incomprehensible voices. The people who once loved them the most personally pushed them into the depths. Of silt.

Will it be saved? Will be saved.

Will it be alright? It will be better.

It can be cured automatically in three to six months, and if it is serious for one to three years, it will always be better if you do not die.

You can't be saved, you can only save yourself.

It was Jiang Yu who succeeded in self-help. Unsuccessful in self-help, it was six mothers who jumped off the windowsill.

Someone in the office opened the door and asked, "Is anchor Jiang there?"

"Anchor Jiang is recording a show, what's the matter?"

"There was a call from the doorman, saying that there was a child who claimed to be anchor Jiang's son and wanted to come in."

Everyone remained silent again.

Tao Zhenzhen said, "I'll pick it up."