The cause was late at night.
Zhou Luoyang found out that Du Jing had not posted on Weibo for nearly half a month, whether it was good or bad, he couldn't tell.
Was the act of peeping discovered by Du Jing? Zhou Luoyang knew that this kind of behavior was not good. After all, peeking at his roommate's self-narration like a diary was suspected of violating privacy. Several times, he wanted to give up and never open that page, but sometimes when he saw Du Jing sitting in a daze thinking about things, he was really worried.
Zhou Luoyang was not a very curious person since he was a child, and he didn't have the slightest curiosity when he discovered this trumpet. At first, he was just frightened by the phrase "more and more want to die".
After the winter, the weather is getting colder and colder, and East China has ushered in a large area of cooling. Perhaps due to the influence of the season, Du Jing behaved abnormally, as if the sudden drop in temperature froze his words and thoughts at the same time. Zhou Luoyang didn't read Du Jing's Weibo again that night. At eleven o'clock, he habitually left a lamp for Du Jing and put on a blindfold to sleep.
I don't know how long I slept, when a knock on the door suddenly woke Zhou Luoyang.
"Who?" Zhou Luoyang was awakened in his sleep, his heart was about to jump out of his throat.
"Me!" The voice was the monitor of Zhou Luoyang's class, "Zhou Luoyang, are you asleep?"
Zhou Luoyang looked dazed, and found that the lights in the bedroom were turned off, and the blindfold was taken off by who did not know when.
"Du Jing?" Zhou Luoyang asked.
There was no one on the other bed. Zhou Luoyang suddenly felt that something was wrong, and immediately got up and turned on the light. Sure enough, Du Jing's bed was empty. He opened the door and put the monitor in.
"They came back online and found your roommate by the lake, Du Jing's..."
When Zhou Luoyang heard this, there was a "bang" in his mind, but thanks to the second half of the squad leader's words, he was barely calm.
"... He sits by the lake and doesn't talk to anyone, is he okay? You quarreled? Are you going to persuade him? It won't be a problem, can't you think about it?"
Zhou Luoyang quickly put on his clothes, followed the monitor downstairs, and apologized to the housekeeper, wondering how Du Jing got out? Go down the wall from the second floor? When did you go? What are you doing alone by the lake in the middle of the night
At two o'clock in the middle of the night, there was a strong wind blowing in Hangzhou. In the winter nights when the temperature dropped one after another, the lakeside was dark. There was a boy in the mechanical class returning to school. He happened to pass by and saw a figure sitting by the lake. , and found that it was Du Jing who had never spoken.
Du Jing nodded coldly, and fell into silence again, as he has always been, no matter day or night. However, in the eyes of other students, it seemed extremely strange.
They didn't know how to deal with it either, so they had to knock on the door to inform the squad leader. The squad leader didn't answer the call to Zhou Luoyang, so they came to the door and asked Zhou Luoyang to solve it.
When Zhou Luoyang arrived, there was a boy guarding not far away.
They didn't have a favorable impression of Du Jing, most of them were out of Zhou Luoyang's face. Of course, even if something happened to a living person, they couldn't die.
Zhou Luoyang thanked him in a low voice, motioned for himself to solve it, and let them all go back to sleep. It was too cold outside, and the sweatpants and thin coat couldn't block the wind at all, which made his teeth tremble.
"Du Jing?" Zhou Luoyang did not dare to get too close.
Hearing Zhou Luoyang's voice, Du Jing turned back suddenly, unable to see his face in the darkness.
"Luoyang?" Du Jing wondered, then walked towards him.
Seeing this reaction, Zhou Luoyang immediately felt relieved and replied, "Why didn't you sleep?"
Du Jing could hear that Zhou Luoyang's voice was unstable, so he quickly took off his jacket and let Zhou Luoyang put it on: "It's too cold! Go back!"
"I see no one in your bed..." Zhou Luoyang said, "What are you doing by the lake alone in the middle of the night?"
Zhou Luoyang returned to the downstairs of the dormitory, and it was a little better. His hands were red from freezing. Du Jing took his palm in one hand and held him involuntarily, and in the other hand held a glass bottle filled with dirt. . It was the first time that Zhou Luoyang held hands with a boy. Du Jing's palm was very warm, which allayed his concerns.
Zhou Luoyang glanced at the bottle of mud in Du Jing's hand and said, "Did you go downstairs at two in the middle of the night to dig this?"
Du Jing snorted and said, "I suddenly remembered that I couldn't fall asleep anyway, so I sat by the lake for a while."
"Insomnia again." Zhou Luoyang couldn't help laughing and crying, "Can't you go during the day?"
The two returned to the dormitory, and Zhou Luoyang sent a message to the monitor, telling him that it was all right, and a false alarm. Du Jing poured the moist soil into the incubator where the turtles were raised, spread it out, and then washed his hands. This tortoise was picked up by the roadside when they passed by Leifeng Pagoda once.
At that time, this little thing was crawling out of the guardrail looking around, lest someone would step on it. Obviously someone bought it to release it, and for some reason it ran out.
Zhou Luoyang picked it up, put it in his pocket, and wanted to throw it into the rebirth pond, but Du Jing stopped him, because there were many turtles in the rebirth pond, and he was afraid of being bullied.
Zhou Luoyang took the unowned thing back to the bedroom, and bought an incubator online, but it always doesn't eat, maybe because of environmental reasons, Du Jing said, "I'll think of a way."
The way he thought of it was to create a small natural environment for it, and then plant some plants, so that the little tortoise might not have too much fear in the unfamiliar world.
After cleaning up briefly, the two fell asleep again, and Zhou Luoyang saw that the light of the mobile phone screen was still on Du Jing's bed, reflecting his trance and handsome face.
"Can you sleep? Come and sleep?" Zhou Luoyang said.
"Okay." After Du Jing posted on Weibo, he turned off the phone.
Zhou Luoyang couldn't help but glance at it before going to bed. For half a month, Du Jing posted the only Weibo on the trumpet.
[I hope this little thing can live on tenaciously, like me.]
Until the next morning, Zhou Luoyang was still thinking about the meaning of this Weibo, as well as Du Jing's feeling of sitting alone by the lake in the middle of the night blowing the cold wind. Is he too maverick, or is he unable to control himself and feels unwell
"Hey, Luoyang."
In the professional class, a classmate sat beside him and said, "Is your roommate okay last night?"
Zhou Luoyang recognized him as one of the people who found Du Jing sitting alone by the lake last night, nodded gratefully, and said, "Can I invite you to dinner at noon? Du Jing was just..."
The classmate glanced at the podium. The professor was drawing the key points at the end of the semester. This was the last class before New Year's Day. Du Jing went to participate in his archery association club activities. year.
"You look at this?"
Zhou Luoyang's words were interrupted, and the other party's mobile phone sent him an article on BBS.
[The mental illness is so serious, is it allowed to go to university?]
Zhou Luoyang was a little overwhelmed, glanced at his classmates, and the man motioned him to keep watching.
Zhou Luoyang's first reaction was: Is this Du Jing's post? However, look, luckily not.
The poster was a normal student, anonymous, and described a "mental patient" downstairs in the dormitory:
From the military training, I felt that something was wrong with him, because he washed a kettle over and over again, and it took nearly 20 minutes to wash the kettle every day. Some people even accidentally saw that he took a lot of medicine every day.
I heard this guy always sits in the last row. He doesn't answer anyone who talks to him. He quickly turns the book from the first page to the last page, and then turns the book back to the first page. He likes to hold an eraser between his ring finger and little finger, and his eyes are cold and scary. , When he came to class, he had already put on his clothes, but he had to carry an extra coat in his hand. Someone observed him, and he just brought his coat to class uselessly and took it back intact.
It was rumored that the window seat in the last row was his special seat. It was found that the drawer of his seat was full of neat cans whose lids were cut with a utility knife. with blood.
Regardless of whether the professor finishes speaking or not, he will be the first to leave after putting away the book. When only one door to the classroom is open, go out the front door in front of everyone.
In addition to class, I go back to the dormitory, I can't come to dinner, and I can't reply to WeChat. I used to watch him and his roommate come to a public class together, but then both of them stopped coming together.
Later, some people saw him staying up in the middle of the night several times. He was downstairs in the dormitory after three o'clock, walking around aimlessly. At three or four o'clock, he would talk to a tree.
Or in the middle of the night in winter, simply sit on a bench by the lake.
I heard that when he entered the school, the record on the file was that he was a patient with bipolar affective disorder, commonly known as "manic-depressive disorder". Will this disease cause self-harm or murder? horrible.
Zhou Luoyang knew that this description must be Du Jing.
The following is a thread from the school affairs office: [The students' feedback has been understood, and an investigation will be conducted and a reasonable reply will be given as soon as possible.]
Below, there is another anonymous thread: [I know the person you are talking about, and I also think there is something wrong with him. Walking on the road in the middle of the night is really scary.]
Anonymous thread: [Automated, right? I also know, will it be sleepwalking?]
Anonymous thread: [Is it that scar face?]
Anonymous thread: (this building has been deleted by the administrator)
Anonymous thread: (this building has been deleted by the administrator)
Zhou Luoyang: "…"
When Zhou Luoyang saw the last few articles, he was really angry and was speechless for a long time.
"The last thread asked if it was Du Jing," the classmate said. "It was deleted by the administrator. But many people are asking if he couldn't think of what to do in the middle of the night last night."
Zhou Luoyang didn't know how to answer for a while, so he could only answer: "He's not, he didn't affect the normal life of others, why gossip on BBS?"
"I agree, completely agree." The classmate said, "I don't know who the poster is. I'm just worried about you. Is it true that he is taking medicine? What is the disease?"
Zhou Luoyang wanted to say "I don't know, he didn't tell me", but after thinking about it, he changed his words: "I didn't ask him, I don't want to inquire about other people's privacy."
"He didn't do anything to you, did he?" The man was having a good time with Zhou Luoyang in the class and asked, "Do you want to change the dormitory next semester?"
Zhou Luoyang said bluntly: "No, he is normal. Those cans are used for growing plants in our bedroom."
The man patted Zhou Luoyang's shoulder sympathetically, nodded and said no more. Zhou Luoyang was angry and logged into his account, and he clicked on every complaint, citing violation of students' privacy, and wrote a long list of "other reasons for complaint", which he deleted after thinking about it. After five minutes, I was really annoyed, so I clicked the complaint again and added a reply to the article. After five or six complaints, I felt a little better.
After a get out of class or two, Zhou Luoyang simply decided not to take this class. Everyone sat on their seats to rest, he grabbed the book and walked out through the front door.
"Who sent this?" Zhou Luoyang took his mobile phone and came to the door of the automation class to show Du Jing's class monitor.
This day several classes were in the end-of-semester range. The class leader took the phone and just glanced at it and replied in a low voice, "I don't know, I have observed them one by one, unlike our class, although everyone thinks he is not very gregarious, It's not like doing such a thing. Some words are 'heard', I don't know if you have noticed, but they are all hearsay, I believe they are not from our class."
They obviously all read this article, Zhou Luoyang was silent for a moment, and then asked: "Has he offended anyone yet?"
The monitor said, "I have to ask you, we have almost no chance to deal with him. Why didn't Du Jing come to class today, was he all right last night?"
"He's still sleeping in the bedroom."
Zhou Luoyang passed by the monitor, found a student in the automation class he knew, and showed him his mobile page.
The student only glanced, then looked at Zhou Luoyang, frowned and shook his head, indicating to Zhou Luoyang that the professor was still on the podium.
"I don't know." The man said, "We're still guessing at the beginning, maybe it was you who sent it."
Zhou Luoyang couldn't help laughing and crying, and sighed.
This is a big class, and the two classes are automated together. When everyone sees Zhou Luoyang coming, they all look up at him a little.
The professor said, "Zhou Luoyang, what's the matter? I'll ask after class?"
The monitor sent a message on his mobile phone and said, "Luoyang, the counselor has something for you, so you can go to his office, let's go."
In the conference room, the counselor, the vice president, and the old professor that Grandpa Zhou Luoyang knew were all there. When Zhou Luoyang came in, he nodded to the old professor and said, "Grandpa Qi."
"Luoyang, hello, how is your grandfather's health?" said the old professor surnamed Qi.
"It's okay," Zhou Luoyang said. "I've been doing rehabilitation since my stroke the year before last. Now I can walk easily, but I can't go down the stairs."
He is not too familiar with Professor Qi. He only met a few times when he was a child, and he never visited his house after he came to school. Because Professor Qi doesn't like people going to his house very much.
For Zhou Luoyang, the only thing he knew was that his grandfather squatted across the cowshed with him. However, the qualifications of this retired professor are quite old in the school. Usually, he is rarely invited over. The only possibility is that they really plan to hold a meeting today to discuss Du Jing. It was just a coincidence that Zhou Luoyang was called.
"Since they said it," the counselor said, "let's call you together."
The counselor is a doctoral student majoring in engineering. He also looks like a doctoral student. He has two classes of machinery and two classes of automatics. There are more than 140 people in four classes. Zhou Luoyang received special care and lived in Tingpu Building. There is an opportunity to meet him, and he usually does not have much contact with the academy, so he is in a state of stocking.
The vice dean was a stern middle-aged female professor and asked, "What was Luoyang doing just now?"
Zhou Luoyang had only seen her at the academy meeting and never spoke, but the vice president called him "Luoyang", which obviously brought the two closer in front of Professor Qi.
The counselor thought about it and said, "Does Du Jing's recent situation make you a little worried?"
Zhou Luoyang was thinking, but Professor Qi said: "Du Jing's grandmother was a good friend of mine in the past. Later, he went abroad for a while. Later, his mother found me and hoped that I could take care of it. This child The heart is very stubborn.”
"I asked the college leaders to arrange for you to live together," said Professor Qi, "but I didn't tell you about his pain. At this point, please forgive me. Luoyang, you have been a kind child since you were young. My starting point is I also believe that you and Du Jing can become friends."
Zhou Luoyang replied: "I just don't understand, he didn't interfere with other people, why would someone go to the BBS and complain to the school? It's just that if you don't like the collective life, everyone has to be integrated with the collective. , is it happy? How old is this? Why do the administrators not delete the post after complaining so many times?"
"That's not what you mean," the counselor said. "You misunderstood, Zhou Luoyang, he has a certain mental obstacle. He told you, is he sick?"
Zhou Luoyang: "I didn't ask."
The deputy dean said: "He has a disease called 'bipolar affective disorder', which is a category of mood disorders. But when I was admitted to our school, I read the medical records, and there was generally no problem in life."
Professor Qi added: "BP is closely related to genetic factors. The current research on this disease at home and abroad is still in its infancy. It does not belong to schizophrenia, so you can rest assured."
"I'm not worried," Zhou Luoyang said. "He takes medicine every day, and he has to take a lot of medicine. When his emotions are never out of control, he never attacks people."
The counselor said: "Well, yes, I read his medical records. Now it is in the observation stage and needs conservative treatment. It's just that this behavior of running out in the middle of the night is indeed a bit..."
"See Lan." Professor Qi said to the vice president.
The deputy dean nodded and said, "Sir, don't worry."
"He is accustomed to insomnia," said Zhou Luoyang. "I often can't sleep all night. I will remind him not to let him go out. If the classmates feel influenced by him, I will propose to rent a house with him."
"Is it so serious?" The counselor's major was not in psychology, so he was taken aback by hearing this.
"Bipolar disorder is a syndrome of mania and depression," said Li Jianlan, the vice president. "It needs to be controlled with medication. With the current medical level, it is necessary to take medication for life if there is no accident. His situation is a difficult one to handle. It is a mixed attack."
"I haven't seen him attack," Zhou Luoyang said. "It's just that he doesn't like dealing with people."
"He should be very careful." Professor Qi took off his glasses, and the vice president immediately handed over the glasses cloth and asked him to wipe them.
"Luoyang," Professor Qi thought for a while, and said, "People's hearts are very complicated. Maybe the person who posted this post has nothing to do with him, no acquaintance, or even no reason. As long as you have experienced our era, you will I understand, many theories of slaughtering hearts have no reason and were only born from a small thought."
The counselor immediately added: "To be honest, a student who opens the door in the middle of the night and walks aimlessly back and forth downstairs in the dormitory can easily cause excessive tension. And the utility knife and cans are indeed a bit... "
Zhou Luoyang said, "I understand."
People who know each other are unlikely to say anything about Du Jing behind their backs. Zhou Luoyang also understood this, and even believed that the classmates in Du Jing's class, although everyone kept a respectful attitude, from the point of view of military training, everyone was still tolerant towards him.
"Do you usually chat in the dormitory?" the counselor asked again. "Does he have any special tendencies? For example..."
"Let's talk," Zhou Luoyang said, "talk often."
Zhou Luoyang didn't tell them about the trumpet account on Weibo, nor did he discuss Du Jing's "normality". After all, the three people in front of him were all human beings. Repeatedly emphasizing that, he seemed to lack confidence.
The vice president said: "I also thought about whether to let Du Jing live alone, but if I don't have contact with people for a long time, maybe..."
"That's good." Zhou Luoyang was not angry at all because they concealed Du Jing's condition from himself. If he was allowed to choose, Zhou Luoyang would also take the initiative to ask to live with Du Jing after he knew that Du Jing was a human being.
The counselor said to Vice President Chao and Professor Qi, "Would you like him to move in and live with me? Change Zhou Luoyang to a dormitory."
"No need," said Zhou Luoyang, "I like him very much, I like him very much."