As weeping children, we can't be curious about him. After all, he doesn't seem to be simply introverted. Gradually, a lot of speculations and chasing about him appeared.
"I heard that his mother is insane and lives in a psychiatric hospital."
"Then is he insane? Can it be inherited?"
Indeed, we have never seen his mother. But he often saw his father come to the school to find our head teacher. It was an extremely simple man with a slightly gray face, and he felt that the whole person was gray. He talked with the head teacher with a humble smile, and looked back at him from time to time, his eyes were like sponges, soft as if they would sink in.
Later, we learned from the teacher that his mother was indeed sick, and his father was a janitor with a low income.
"If his mother lives in a psychiatric hospital, doesn't he rarely see his mother?"
"Yeah, it's pitiful."
Although we don't bully him like the scumbags in the movie, no one associates with him. He was still sitting quietly on his seat alone, occasionally showing a deep smile, the purest smile I have ever seen.
Nearing graduation, the teacher asked us to donate some stationery for him. I took a very ordinary ball pen from the pencil case and walked to his seat and said, "Liu Feng, this is for you." He took it with overflowing joy, held it in his hand, and grinned. Up. Then carefully put it into the pen case. I know that it is not the humble pen that makes him happy.
If this happened earlier, if I were not so timid, maybe we could become friends, maybe we could see more of his smiles, but these are just if and maybe.
In my drawer there is a photo of the graduation from elementary school taken in June 2001. There is a boy on the far right of the fourth row. His face is filled with the most beautiful smile.
B is my classmate in the first year of high school. A girl with short hair and eyes always staring at 45 degrees below the horizontal line. I have always had a sense of fear for her because she is very neurotic. Her grades are excellent, but very few people are willing to come into contact with her. I sat behind her for a while, and she often looked back at me with a solemn expression, and then turned around without saying a word. Sometimes I suddenly squeezed my hand and continued to add gravity. At this time, I was always afraid to get rid of her. She just looked at me and remained silent.
In a physical education class, she ran up to me anxiously, holding a dying bird in her hands. "Where did you get it?" "It might be hurt." Then she spread her hand slightly, and then again, she held the bird with greater force and stared at her hand in a daze. "You will hurt it like this." She looked up at me, turned and ran away.
There is a dock cat in our school. It is estimated that it has been abused. It has been festered and cruel. I don't dare to look at its wounds. It is too hideous. It is also very hostile to people, and the reasons can be imagined. Regardless of this, she chased the cat on her own, trying to hug it, but she was caught by the cat and persisted.
These behaviors seemed weird to me at the time. I tried my best to avoid getting along with her. Now, except for the neurotic behavior, she is just too lonely. Some people say that being alone is shameful. No, actually, it's sad.
C is my classmate after the second grade of high school. She is a very ordinary and simple girl. However, she has a serious obsessive-compulsive disorder. She went to the bathroom to wash her hands and the kettle every class, and kept washing, even in the winter when the water was freezing to the bones. When others asked, she just smiled crampedly, without explaining too much. She has poor grades and has no friends. It didn't take long before she went through the suspension formalities and never showed up again.
Later, I saw a photo on my classmate’s BLOG, it was her. It should have been captured when looking back, showing a big smile. There is a line under the photo, and she also has such a bright smile.
Some people have perverted personalities or behaviors that are different from ordinary people, but wrapped in these appearances, is a good, caring, and fragile heart. People who can't see the essence can ridicule them, hurt them maliciously, and aggravate their trauma. This behavior is no different from Ling Chi.
Please be kind to others, especially those with psychological flaws. Their sensitive hearts can perceive the smallest warmth.
Friends I missed, where are you, are you okay?
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