I lay in bed but couldn't sleep, I thought about Xing Lu, I felt like I was about to forget what she looked like, I once watched a movie that said "A person dies, but as long as there are people in the world who remember him, he will not disappear, if no one remembers him in the end, he will really disappear." ”

The film is very well made, and in my understanding, it comforts some people who cannot accept the death of their loved ones, lovers, friends, as long as we always remember those who died, they will not disappear and will accompany us. I told myself that as long as I remembered her, this clean, mysterious girl would not disappear, she still had her innocence with her, just in another plane.

I sat up and turned on the phone again, I looked at the message on the phone, our class had already discussed it, it was all about Xing Lu. There were many classmates who asked me what was going on, and they seemed to think that I knew more than them, and there were countless messages waiting for me to reply, but I didn't care about their messages at all, I stared at the chat page with Song Zhiyu, and he still didn't reply to my messages.

I'm worried about him, he's someone who will be sad because of Xing Lu's death.

Song Zhiyu is my only friend other than Mei Dai, we have known each other since we were very young, he is a few months older than me, so he has always felt that he is my brother, he has always been sincere to me, so I am also sincere to him.

When he told me that he had a girl he liked, and that girl was Xing Lu, I didn't feel anything surprised, it's easy for a person to like someone, I don't think a person can always keep the so-called freshness of a person, he will get tired of it one day. I thought he was just on a whim, but then, he proved to me that he liked her, was willing to make changes for her, and was willing to wait for her.

She was a shy girl before her death, and she refused to be Song Zhiyu's girlfriend. But girls often understand girls, and I know that she also likes Song Zhiyu. So, the two of them tacitly agreed and secretly made a private decision for life behind my back. Every week, as long as I don't see Song Zhiyu on the beach, he must be in the city library, because almost every week, Xing Lu will stay there for two hours, so he is also there.

The love story of the two of them seems tasteless to me, but it must be completely different for the two of them. I have no feelings about Xing Lu's death, but Song Zhiyu is different from me.

I dialed Song Zhiyu's phone again, the phone kept ringing, but he didn't answer my call, it was already late at night, I turned off the phone again, I imagined Xing Lu's cold and wet body, lying in the hospital morgue, lying next to him from this city, everywhere, other people who are no longer in this world, known and unknown causes of death, strangers, dead people.

Thinking about it, I fell asleep in a daze, and I had a dream in which I dreamed that I became friends with Xing Lu. I realized in my dream that I was dreaming, but I didn't want to wake up, even if I knew I was dreaming, I didn't want to wake up. The other girls I don't know, anyway my own desire to have pure friendship, I missed it again, or rather, was ruined.

The next morning, when I woke up again, it was the same as before, and time didn't stop because of anyone's departure. I sat down with my parents for breakfast, and the TV was about depression, and the city's psychological counseling club would not miss this opportunity to publicize it.

The content of the advertisement: It is recommended that parents of teenagers hire psychological counselors for their children of various expenses according to their own family situation, and parents must pay attention to it, and must pay attention to the mental health of our group of teenagers.

My mother's friend has called for the second time to ask my mother to join her in a counselor. The reporter on the TV smiled at the camera, "People are paying more and more attention to depression, according to the survey, the family situation in our city is better, please ask for a psychological counselor with a higher fee; Family situations generally ask a general psychological counselor, in short, everyone has begun to pay attention to depression. ”

Then, she introduced us to some of the psychological counseling clubs in our city.

Then the scene cuts to the most prosperous street in the city, where the reporter interviews citizens and asks them what they think of Xing Lu's death. Most people sympathize with the poor family who lost their child, but it is a pity to lose a young life. The citizens interviewed by the reporter left tears in front of the camera, and they sympathized with the dead child. On the TV end, my mother was also in tears when she saw this. But I couldn't cry at this time.

I put down my bread, drank half of the milk that was still left, and walked out to the balcony to see the city. I saw the blue sea, the blue sky, the golden sand, the man in shorts holding his dog, walking on the clean asphalt road, and the birds soaring in the sky.

I could only see part of the city. But I firmly believe that this city will not change because of the loss of anyone, and we will not lose anyone and we will not be unable to live because of the loss of anyone.

My parents watched the news on TV, surprised that what happened was in my school, they sighed briefly, grieved for a while for Xing Lu's departure, and soon also discussed depression, current education, the pressure of our children, foreign educational concepts, and those strange paintings that Xing Lu painted.

They looked at me cautiously, exchanged glances, and whispered, "This kid is a little too little." Then he called me to them and said very kindly, "Baby, meet the psychiatrist after breakfast, he's a very interesting person." ”