When I got home, the rain had stopped, my uncle went to change clothes, I sat in the empty living room, I turned on the TV, and the news about Xing Lu had been replayed back and forth several times, and the results of the police investigation: Xing Lu died by suicide.

I expressed my doubts about this news, and they said it vaguely. Why suicide, they didn't say. This makes me very confused, as if it is enough to know how a person's life ends, if he commits suicide, the case will be closed quickly, and if he kills, after finding evidence and convicting the murderer, everything will be over.

I stared blankly at the picture broadcast on TV, the beautiful female reporter on TV stood in front of the camera, smiled and said, "Regarding the death of Xing Lu in the first high school, after investigation, Xing Lu jumped from the window of the dormitory on the fifth floor and fell to his death, the surveillance video of the dormitory corridor shows that at 16:40, two girls from Xing Lu's dormitory and two other girls in the same class walked out of the dormitory together, and after that, Xing Lu was the only one in the dormitory. ”

She paused for a while and then said, "After police investigation, the four girls said that they didn't think Xing Lu had any unusual behavior, everyone was packing up their things at that time, and no one paid too much attention to her. Certificate provided by the hospital: Xing Lu suffers from major depression. The time of death was confirmed to be 16:45 this afternoon, and he died on the spot, and the place of death was Building 2 of the Girls' Dormitory of the First High School, and the cause of death was depression and suicide. ”

Then, the scene cuts to a dilapidated old-fashioned four-story unit, where another ordinary-looking female reporter appears in the frame, smiling at the camera: "We are now at Xing Lu's house, and her parents are currently refusing to be interviewed. We know that Xing Lu suffers from severe depression, but her parents and classmates around her said that they did not know that she suffered from depression, depression led to the end of a young life, if the people around Xing Lu could have found out that she was suffering from depression earlier, and gave her more care and concern, would she not have committed suicide in despair. Depression has become a disease that cannot be ignored in modern society, we must pay attention to it, and now we will try to find the cause of Xing Lu's depression. ”

The female reporter stopped a girl of my age who came out of the unit building, "Hello, do you know Xing Lu?" You must be a student of No. 1 High School as well. Can you tell us about it? What do you think is the reason for Xing Lu's depression? ”

The girl was a little nervous, but it was clear that she was not afraid of the camera, "We haven't spoken, she doesn't like to talk, we have been neighbors for more than ten years, but she is always alone, maybe she paints like this, and she does art." ”

The girl said that Xing Lu painted, I know this, I once saw a painting hanging in the corridor at the bar where she worked, and the owner of the bar told me that Xing Lu sold it to him for 200 yuan, and he told me that Xing Lu was always short of money. It was a painting with no beauty at all, a lot of flowers, flowers of various colors mixed together, and after that, I bought it from the bar owner for 400 yuan and put it in my room.

The female reporter was very surprised, she was surprised that Xing Lu could paint, but she didn't care that Xing Lu could draw, she quickly asked the girl another question about how to treat depression, but before the girl could answer, another older middle-aged woman appeared in the camera frame, "Look for yourself, the walls of the stairwell are painted by her." ”

Then, she took the reporter into the old-fashioned unit, and the camera cut to the corridor wall of the old-fashioned unit, the dim corridor, the walls are moisture-proof, and the top is full of graffiti. The middle-aged woman has been complaining again, and even asked Xing Lu's family to compensate, "This is a public area, not something for her alone." ”

The girl, who had not spoken, suddenly said, "She did paint, but she didn't paint it alone, your grandson also painted it." Then the middle-aged woman argued, the recording was interrupted, and I turned off the TV.

I thought about the painting, and I went to my room to find it, and it was piled up in the corner of my room, and I took the painting and imagined, she was in that old-fashioned unit, in her room, finishing the painting. I wonder what she went through to make such a picture, and what is the meaning of this painting?

These questions were like a fog in my mind, and I wanted to know about this mysterious girl, a girl who died young at the age of seventeen. I wiped her painting clean and hung it on the wall of my room. Looking at this painting, I had no clue.

When I walked out of the room, I saw my parents coming back, and my mother saw me and beckoned me to go downstairs, and when I went down, my uncle was also in the living room. My mother hugged me excitedly, and my father hugged me just as excitedly.

After that, they took me out to dinner, sat in the car, and when I crossed the red street light, I saw a boy in our school uniform, who was riding a bicycle, parked on the side of the road, moving his bicycle back and forth, running over a dead bird. When I looked at my parents and uncle, they were all doing their own thing, they didn't pay attention to the boy's movements, and when the light was green, I saw the boy quickly get on his bike and disappear from my sight.

At another red street light, a red roadster parked next to my car, I saw a very beautiful sister, she saw me when she looked at her, and she made a grimace at me, next to her sat a brother of her age, 80 seconds of red light countdown, I kept looking at her, watching her smile, and then I didn't know why she quarreled with that brother, and that brother slapped her. Then the convertible roof was covered.

At dinner, at the next table were two ladies with heavy makeup, they were colleagues and girlfriends who had worked together for many years, and when one of the ladies went to the bathroom, the other lady put something in her champagne, and then a man came, and together they took the champagne lady away.

When I got home, it was already dark, and I looked out the window of the car at the high-rise buildings with lights on, and the radio on the car was broadcasting the grave situation in a certain country and a certain country. These are all things that I have seen with my own eyes, and I have seen some of the things that other people have experienced, but I can never know what is going on in the hearts of each of them, and each of them has secrets, and as long as they don't tell them, no one will know.

When I got home, I saw my uncle standing at the door waiting for us, and my parents answered a phone call and quickly walked in front of me to avoid me. My uncle came to my side and walked side by side with me, and when I got to the door, he quietly held my hand, and I held his hand tightly, and he seemed to be frightened by my actions, and we did not reconcile, but when he held my hand, I did not refuse.

Mom and Dad suddenly turned around, and before they could see it, our hands were parted, and my mother came back and took my hand, and my father stood there looking at my uncle, who quickened his pace and walked towards him.

Each of us has a secret, and before the secret is revealed, the world in front of us is beautiful, and once it is revealed, the ugliness is not enough for people to describe the world.