Name of the Beloved

brows furrowed. Hoai Nguyet's smile was frozen by the coldness emanating around him, she unconsciously looked behind him. It was dark inside, obviously with thick curtains on the windows. T

ere are the slippers?" Dau Dau stood outside the door and poked his head inside and asked loudly. "No need to change shoes, just go straight in." Co Quan Dao's voice was a little warmer, he liked polite people. Dau Dau tried to pull his mother's hand to go inside. Hoai Nguyet thought for a moment, the door was still half open. Although the structure of this townhouse is exactly the same as Hoai Nguyet's house, the feeling inside is completely different. The whole house is decorated in the style of a noble family, clearly more than one level higher than her house. Of course this place is a high-class subdivision, even if there is a house made of gold bars, it wouldn't surprise people. Above the sofa is a Chinese landscape painting. In this field, Hoai Nguyet is especially ignorant of apricot blossoms. Looking at the slightly yellowed color, she can only guess that it is from the Ming Qing period or maybe earlier. Right now, she wasn't in the mood to evaluate other people's home interiors. When she saw the man put the bean bag down next to the sofa and then turned around to go to the kitchen, she couldn't follow him so she pulled Dau Dau to stand in the middle of the living room, her eyes absentminded. absentmindedly looked up at the table. On the tea table there was a cup of water still full, clearly not drunk at all. Next to the glass of water were two bottles of medicine, one of which was opened and poured onto the table. White pills fell from the table to the ground, dozens of them. Maybe the owner was just about to take the medicine when she and Dau Dau interrupted him. Hoai Nguyet glanced at it and was immediately startled. Coincidentally, she also knew these two bottles of medicine, one bottle was called Bach Uu Giai, an imported medicine specializing in treating depression, that the neurologist once showed her. The bottle of medicine that spilled was the very common Thu Lac An Dinh type, packed in a bottle of 100 pills. Every time she had trouble sleeping, she often took one of these pills. Hoai Nguyet's heart was pounding uncontrollably. No wonder this person never opened the door. Before they rang the doorbell, what was this man planning to do in the room? With so many sleeping pills, is he planning to commit suicide? She remembered his empty, lifeless eyes. She couldn't help but feel stressed. It turned out to be depression. The indifference in that man's eyes made her uneasy. Living without joy and dying without fear, this is an extremely unstable state. In Hoai Nguyet's mind, the content of the previous interview quickly appeared. If you don't see the sun for a long time, your depression patient's condition will get worse, and this city has been continuously raining for more than half a month, and it has only turned cloudy in the past two days. will be more serious. When depressed patients are alone, it is even more dangerous. If someone is by their side to advise and comfort them, it will be much better. Experts have said that the best treatment for people with depression is to have family members or friends by their side to talk to them and relieve their autistic feelings. Until now, she hadn't even seen the woman driving the red racing car. She probably had to go out for work. Even though she and that woman were just acquaintances, she still had a good impression of her. She seemed to have a very open personality. Hoai Nguyet thought she should pay attention to this man for her, at least before the female owner returned, she wouldn't be able to let anything happen to him. Co Quan Dao came out of the kitchen holding two plastic baskets and saw this mother and daughter standing obediently in the middle of the living room. The boy curiously assessed the decoration in the room, his big black eyes blinked extremely cutely, while the other mother stared blankly at the bottle of medicine on the tea table. Hearing his footsteps, she raised her head in confusion. "There's no place to sit in the kitchen. It's fine to take the beans out here." Co Quan Dao put the plastic basket down next to the sofa and then turned around to get a small chair for Dau Dau. Dau Dau happily thanked him and immediately sat down without being unfamiliar. The boy said to Hoai Nguyet and Co Quan Dao: "Mom, uncle, you two should sit down too, let's peel beans together." Co Quan Dao was stunned. He just wanted to fulfill his little friend's wishes, but he didn't expect to have to work himself. Thinking about it again, the mother and daughter happily ran to give gifts and I didn't show any gratitude at all, it's really hard to accept. Even though he really didn't want to, he reluctantly sat down on the sofa. He signaled Hoai Nguyet to sit down and asked Dau Dau: "How old are you?" "4 years old". Dau Dau raised four fingers and shook them, saying: "I study in the kindergarten class at Nam Son kindergarten." "Yeah". Co Quan Dao nodded. The broad bean skin is quite thick, so he uses his thumb to squeeze it until it cracks before peeling it, which is quite difficult. Hoai Nguyet feels that the current situation is very strange. My son and I randomly barged into a stranger's house. This stranger most likely had mental problems, most likely was preparing to end his own life, and now that person was with his two mothers. Her child sat peeling beans. The water flowing from fresh fava bean pods will dye your fingers black, Hoai Nguyet thought so then sat down to model, saying: "Squeeze like that will hurt your fingertips, just twist it and the bean will shoot out on its own." outside". She was surprised to see that in such an anxious moment, she thought that letting these extremely delicate hands peel beans was unacceptable. Maybe my spirit is starting to become abnormal? Because of his good boy ticket, Dau Dau wanted to please Co Quan Dao, so the boy quickly sat