52 Hz: see whales in the ocean

Qiao Shuo was rummaging in the backpack, when Wen Liang suddenly received a call from Qiuqiu, the squad leader.

"Hey, monitor. The instructor is looking for me? What's the matter?" Wen Liang frowned slightly, "Are you going now? First floor, second floor, okay, I understand."

As Qiao Shuo listened, he couldn't help but stop rummaging in his hands, and looked at Wen Liang's slightly worried face suspiciously.

How could a good boy like Wen Liang be called to see the teacher?Strange!

Qiao Shuo waited for Wen Liang to hang up the phone, and asked curiously, "What's the matter? Why is Old Man Yan looking for you?"

"The class monitor said he didn't know, and he was only in charge of informing." Wen Liang sighed, and closed the books on the table, "When I think about seeing the teacher, I feel bad."

"Tsk, don't be afraid, I've seen through old man Yan, he's probably looking for students to talk about life." Qiao Shuo patted him on the shoulder with a smile.

"Well, let's go." Wen Liang pursed her lips and raised the corners of her mouth at Qiao Shuo, then stood up and walked out of the seat from behind.

Qiao Shuo lowered his head. He searched the largest layer of the backpack but couldn't find the little panda pendant. He casually touched the side pocket of the backpack, but found something furry.

It turned out to be here, Qiao Shuo smiled helplessly, then hung the schoolbag on the back of the chair and opened the book to prepare for the exam.

Wen Liang walked all the way to the first teaching building, even his legs felt heavy due to the resistance in his heart.

He didn't know why old man Yan called him suddenly, but it shouldn't be a good thing—students who need the teacher's concern will be called to talk face to face.

He thought about it, but couldn't think of what mistake he had made recently, so he knocked on the door of the office anxiously, only to find old man Yan inside.

The old man Yan looked kind, and asked him to sit down. Wen Liang felt that this scene seemed familiar, and it was the same when he was asked to talk to him because of his grades at the beginning of school.

The old man Yan looked down at the paper form in his hand from time to time, and asked some irrelevant questions such as "what have you been up to recently" and "how is your mentality for preparing for the exam?" go to college.

As a social fear person, Wen Liang felt uncomfortable sitting in front of the teacher every second. He understood very well that Old Man Yan just wanted to get closer to him and relax before talking about serious things.

He nodded obediently on the surface, but he couldn't help sighing in his heart: Teacher, if you have anything to say, just say it directly...

However, to his surprise, when old man Yan really talked about the most important topic this time, his heart seemed to drop instantly.

"The main reason I came to you this time is to find out...the results of the mental health test for college students a few days ago." Old man Yan carefully observed Wen Liang's expression, deliberately relaxed his tone.

Wen Liang looked at old man Yan and said nothing, he was a complete social fear, but now, he was so flustered that he completely forgot to avoid his eyes.

There was a chill all over his body, and he breathed unconsciously in his chest, as if even breathing would disturb others at such a helpless moment.

"Don't be nervous, let's just chat," the old man Yan casually leaned on the back of the chair, and smiled at him, "I saw the results of this mental health test, it's a bit unexpected, not only you, but me Want to get to know you young people, let's chat."

Only then did Wen Liang feel a little more relaxed. He held his breath carefully, not knowing how to continue the conversation.

There was a silence in the office, and the two people sitting face to face were a little nervous.

"This college student's mental health test, is the information you filled out true?" Old Man Yan's tone was joking, "I don't think you are the kind of person who fills in casually."

Wen Liang lowered his eyes, his heart seemed to be tightly twisted together, he really wanted to laugh at himself, but now he only felt his face was stiff.

He just took that test as a questionnaire. If he had known that he would be called by the teacher to talk, he would not have chosen the answer according to the actual situation.

It's not that he hasn't done that kind of psychological test questions before. He knows exactly how to choose the most normal ones and which ones are mentally unhealthy.

It is better to deceive yourself and others than to expose your wounds to others, and you will get nothing but long and useless persuasion and enlightenment.

It's ridiculous to think about it. I am such an adult, what is there that I don't understand?If enlightenment works, what mental illness is there in this world?Who would be hypocritical enough to intentionally make himself uncomfortable?

After a long silence, Wen Liang said in a low voice, "It's true."

He lowered his head and felt as if he was confessing his sins—why did I seem to have made a huge mistake even though I was clearly a patient, why did I have to admit it?

Old Man Yan stared at Wen Liang, and nodded thoughtfully: "It's been almost a year since I went to college, how do you feel? I remember last time you said that you didn't feel comfortable, what about now?"

"Well, I'm used to it." Wen Liang nodded, avoiding old man Yan's probing eyes.

"At first glance, your personality is very gentle, but I didn't expect it to be so difficult to communicate with," Old Man Yan smiled helplessly, "Do you have anything you want to tell me?"

Should there be?Wen Liang was thinking in a daze, not understanding what old man Yan meant.

He is not familiar with the teacher, he just greets him when he sees him, and besides, he hasn't taken any professional courses in his freshman year, so he hasn't even listened to old man Yan's class.

What should I say?Wen Liang searched hard in her mind, her thumb clasped nervously at the knuckle of her index finger.

The teacher has said that, but he still doesn't speak. Doesn't that mean "I have nothing to say to you"?can't...

"Well... Teacher, don't worry, I had a good year in college." Wen Liang raised his head and glanced at Old Man Yan.

"Can you withstand the pressure of study? Is the relationship in the dormitory okay? Can you handle the trivial things in life?"

Wen Liang replied dully sentence by sentence: "The study pressure is okay, the dormitory relationship is very good, and the trivial things in life can be handled."

Old man Yan was silent for a while, tapped his fingers on the table, and added some patience to himself: "Then your mental health test... What do you think caused it? What areas need improvement in the school?"

No matter how slow-witted Wen Liang was, he could tell that Old Man Yan probably wanted to ask what factors in the school caused his current mental state.

In fact, this has nothing to do with the university. Wen Liang even feels that the university life has brought him a lot of unexpected joy to a certain extent.

He didn't want to mention his depression to anyone, including the old man Yan who was trying to communicate with him now.

But he knew that he had to speak now—Old Man Yan would definitely not let him go without worrying about it.

Wen Liang suddenly felt sadness from the bottom of his heart, what's the matter with depression, he is not a lunatic, nor is he a self-exploding bomb, nor will he jump from upstairs and put the school on the hot search list.

How can a disease be regarded as an endangered species and a first-class protected animal?Wen Liang wanted to laugh, but her nose felt sour.

"Teacher, it has nothing to do with the school. I was like this before I entered school. Don't worry, I'm already making adjustments."

Wen Liang said with some reservations, he only has one wish now, and that is that old man Yan can ask less questions.

"Before enrolling? What happened? Did you encounter any setbacks and couldn't get over that hurdle?"

"I think it might be because the college entrance examination is too stressful. I'm much better when I get to college." Wen Liang's tone was a little indifferent.

"There is a lot of pressure. Learning is important, but it is also important to regulate your emotions. You must also learn to relax yourself appropriately..."

Old man Yan explained a lot of truths to Wen Liang, and Wen Liang sighed indiscriminately. Now he understands why Old Qiao said that Old Man Yan was a Tang monk chanting scriptures.

Wen Liang lowered his eyes, and every time Old Man Yan finished speaking a sentence or two, he would nod in agreement.

As he expected, what old man Yan said was nothing more than chicken soup for the soul. He had heard too much and was already immune.

It's like saying to someone trapped in a cage: Come out and have a look, it's fine outside.

He knows, he knows everything, he has seen the outside through the cage.

Does he not want to come out?He had no idea where the lock of the cage was.

Others will never be able to empathize with him, and there is no way to drag him out of the cage. If he is forced, he will only collapse in pieces.

In the quiet office, there was only old man Yan's earnest voice, but Wen Liang gradually couldn't make up the meaning of a sentence.

He felt the back of his head a little numb, his heart seemed to be scratched by hands, and in just a moment, his eyes were covered by mist.

It seems that he has collapsed... Wen Liang lowered his head and bit his lower lip, the water in front of his eyes flashed, and something fell vertically from his eyes.

Wen Liang rubbed his forehead with his knuckles helplessly to cover up his embarrassment at the moment, fortunately old man Yan didn't notice it at all.

He sniffed softly, and although he didn't know what old man Yan was talking about, he still nodded in cooperation until old man Yan said a questioning "ah".

Wen Liang was taken aback for a moment, and then realized that he seemed to have missed what Old Man Yan asked, but he didn't dare to look up because of the wet eyes, and the office suddenly became a little scary.

Old man Yan seemed to sense that Wen Liang's state was wrong, and he was also in a daze thinking about how to proceed with the conversation.

After a while, Wen Liang raised his head slightly, and asked as calmly as possible: "Teacher, what did you ask just now?"

"Oh yes, I'm asking if your family knows, have you consulted a doctor or taken any medicine?"

"My family knows, they took me to the doctor and bought medicine." Wen Liang frowned, and added, "Teacher, you really don't have to worry."

"That's good. You should be optimistic and don't put too much pressure on yourself."

Wen Liang blinked vigorously, trying to use this clumsy way to get rid of the water stains on the eyelashes, and at the same time took the opportunity to glance at Old Man Yan.

I don't know why, but the old man Yan clearly showed concern and sympathy, but Wen Liang's heart seemed to be pricked by a sharp thorn, giving birth to a sour pain.

He didn't like this look, he didn't want to be seen as a pathetic weakling, a fragile patient.

He heard a voice in his heart crying: Please!don't save me!

Then another voice is rational, mocking and cold: You are so hypocritical.

Whether he wants to be cared for or is afraid of being cared for, he doesn't know, every second here is a long torment.

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The author has something to say:

Old Man Yan is actually quite an interesting teacher. Hahaha, I may write clips of Old Man Yan interacting with students in the future, and the teachers in the university are very fond of it.It's really difficult for old man Yan to communicate with Wen Liang. Ask a question and answer a question. I don't know if it's only the depression patients who have such difficulty communicating or other social fears.I have also been told this by the leader, saying that normal communication is a problem, and I don’t want to, it’s too difficult.In fact, I have doubted myself a bit since I wrote it. Is the novel I wrote too detailed about the characters' hearts, but when I wrote it, I felt that I had to write it.Are there any readers who suffer from depression?You can probably understand the psychological feelings in this chapter, right?Why do patients with depression want to be cared for but are afraid of being cared for? Because most people come to care with a kind of superior sympathy to teach and guide. This kind of sympathy will make some patients with stronger self-esteem feel more comfortable. Not being understood, in fact—you respect me as a normal person, that is the greatest understanding for me.I also had a similar experience, so I was really touched. More detailed things will be written in the series of essays in the future~