Haze weather

"This morning, Sun Huiyun asked me to go to the office with Fang Wenze."

Zhou Chiyu nodded, "I see."

"After caring about Fang Wenze for a few words, I let him go back. I was left alone, saying that he had something to say to me."

Song Boyang pursed his lips, frowned and said, "Sun Huiyun praised me first."

Zhou Chiyu: "?"

"That's right, you can't understand, right?" Song Boyang frowned and said, "First of all, it's not easy for me to be the class monitor for more than a year, running up and down, running here and there, she is very grateful to me for this years of dedication."

After a pause, Song Boyang continued: "Then she mentioned that the city needs to select outstanding student cadres, and she has a school-level quota in her hand. Only by passing the school level can it be possible to run for the municipal level. Excellent student cadres will be included in the file. She thinks I am very suitable and will give priority to me."

Zhou Chiyu raised an objection, "Shouldn't this kind of quota be decided by the votes of the classmates?"

"Our class is not." Song Boyang said, "She chose it by herself last year."

Zhou Chiyu was stunned, "So what does she mean?"

Song Boyang asked back: "What do you think she means?"

"If I have some conspiracy theories—" Zhou Chiyu couldn't help but frown, "I feel like she's using this quota to blackmail you, or tempt you to do something for her?"

Song Boyang smiled helplessly, "So you think so too. Although she didn't say it clearly."

"So you promised her not to change seats for this reason?"

"No, it's not." Song Boyang shook his head, "I'm not interested in these titles. But I still thanked her for considering me, and I was polite on the surface."

"and then?"

"Then she told me about Fang Wenze."

Song Boyang said slowly: "Sun Huiyun's original words were that she felt that Fang Wenze had a tendency to be depressed."

"That's why I can't tell Mr. Jiang about this, because Mr. Jiang hates Fang Wenze too much. I know he can't keep a secret, and rumors tend to be exaggerated. Maybe the whole school will say that Fang Wenze is depressed the next day. sick."

Zhou Chiyu asked: "Why does she think Fang Wenze is prone to depression?"

"Remember when the school just started, the school organized an activity to fill out the mental health questionnaire? Our whole class went to the computer room to fill it out."

"I remembered."

"That questionnaire, when the school asked us to fill it out, said it was absolutely confidential, but it wasn't. After filling it out, the system found any students who had mental problems, and would generate a list to feed back to the head teacher."

Song Boyang told Zhou Chiyu, "Including filling out the mental health questionnaire for the second time after the midterm exam, the school's external statement is that students are randomly selected from each class to fill in and complete the indicators given by the Ministry of Education. In fact, it is not random at all. -"

Zhou Chiyu suddenly realized, "It's the students who are not in a good state of mind for the first time, and we will give them another assessment."

"Yes." Song Boyang said, "Fang Wenze's two consecutive mental health questionnaires showed that he was prone to depression. This is the reason why I chose not to change seats."

Song Boyang's eyes were a little empty, "Although according to common sense, Fang Wenze's tendency to depression has nothing to do with me. I am the monitor, but it is not my duty to help him adjust his mental state."

Zhou Chiyu asked: "Is this a matter for the psychological committee?"

Song Boyang smiled helplessly, "There is no psychological committee member in our class."

Zhou Chiyu: "Oh."

"And I think that the matter of helping him adjust his mental state should not fall on the head of any class committee in our class. We have never studied professional psychology knowledge. I will worry about self-defeating. What we should do is, After discovering abnormalities, take him to see a doctor in time."

"So you chose not to change seats because you wanted to help Sun Huiyun keep an eye on Fang Wenze's mental state?"

"Yes."

"Oh." Zhou Chiyu nodded in agreement first, then suddenly he thought of something, "You don't have to be at the same table as him if you want to pay attention to his mental state?"

"I don't continue to be at the same table with him, and I still go to him from time to time, don't you get more angry?"

Zhou Chiyu was startled, and fell silent for a while.

It really is.

Song Boyang then sighed softly, "But this is not to say that helping Sun Huiyun is so great, there are also some personal reasons for me."

When he spoke again, his voice couldn't help lowering, as if he was sighing, "I'm very sensitive to the word 'depression'. I once had a friend who committed suicide because of depression."

Zhou Chiyu was slightly stunned, a little unbelievable.

"It was my friend in elementary school. Later, when we entered junior high school, we lost contact because we were not in the same class."

"He and I are actually a wired contact tool. I remember that he came to me a few times and sent me messages. It's just that I thought I already had a good friend from junior high school, so I didn't pay much attention to him."

"I learned the news of his suicide later." Song Boyang's eyes were a little out of focus, "I feel very sorry and sad. He chose to leave this world at such a young age."

"So, sometimes I think, if I didn't treat him indifferently when he took the initiative to contact me, but contacted him, would I be able to find out that he has depression and find a way to make him feel better? Will receiving psychological treatment change his ending?"

"But there is no regret medicine in the world. What I can do now is to do my best to prevent such a tragedy from happening again."

Zhou Chiyu looked at Song Boyang calmly, "I see."

The next moment, Song Boyang broke free from the memories, and twitched the corners of his mouth, "Sorry, I got a little too far away just now."

"So—" Song Boyang moved closer, "Are you still angry?"

Zhou Chiyu remained expressionless, "Who is angry?"

"Oh."

Song Boyang couldn't help laughing.

He added, "Yes, yes, no one is angry."

"I was thinking too much, and I insisted on explaining to you."

"I'm afraid that I can't explain it clearly, so I just talked about it now."

Zhou Chiyu: "..."

There was a knock on the bedroom door, and Zhou Chiyu's mother said, "The meal is ready."

.

After dinner, Song Boyang didn't plan to stay for a long time.

While changing shoes at the door, Zhou Chiyu asked, "Do you want me to see you off?"

Song Boyang laughed out loud, "I'll take you home, and you send me to school? That's weird."

Zhou Chiyu said again: "Send you downstairs?"

"No need." Song Boyang patted Zhou Chiyu's shoulder, "It's too cold outside, you're afraid of the cold, and you're getting angry again. It's raining during estrus, so you'd better rest at home."

Song Boyang smiled and waved, "Goodbye."

"Wait a minute—" Zhou Chiyu suddenly remembered something, "Remember to send me a text message when you arrive at the dormitory."

Song Boyang: "Okay."

The door was closed.

Zhou Chiyu was stunned for a moment, then looked at Song Boyang's figure through the cat's eye on the door, until he was completely out of sight, then turned around and sat on the sofa silently, poured himself a cup of hot water, it was a little hot, so he took a sip Sip it in small mouths.

Zhou Chiyu's mother was already sitting on the sofa, turning on the golden dog blood at eight o'clock, and it was time for commercials on TV, so she turned her head as if chatting, and asked Zhou Chiyu, "Like him?"

Zhou Chiyu: "...is it obvious?"

"Cut." Zhou Chiyu's mother smiled, "I can't see how careful you are, I'm your mother."

Zhou Chiyu: "..."

"I won't stop you from talking, but you have to balance the time spent on studying and dating." Zhou Chiyu's mother held the remote control in her right hand and turned up the volume of the TV, "But I believe you can do it. "

"By the way - where does his family live? How many people are there? What do his parents do? Is he an only child? What is his companion gender? Is it alpha?"

"Mom." Zhou Chiyu couldn't take it anymore, "I haven't talked about it yet."

Then he silently walked back to his room with a water glass in his hand to do his homework.

Zhou Chiyu's mother's voice came from behind, "I'll just ask, why are you so shy!"

Zhou Chiyu: "..."