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Luo Weiwei still clearly remembers the scene on the playground a few hours ago.

She desperately shouted Fan Yihang's name, but Fan Yihang was motionless, as if he was petrified.

She also remembered how Fan Yihang looked after he first made a move on the suspect, like a marionette, lifeless.

She remembered Fan Yihang's figure squatting next to the cement pipe, a tall man of more than one meter and eight, curled up like a helpless little hedgehog, and could only wrap himself.

That's not what a normal person would look like, including his usual indifferent appearance, which is not what it should be at this age.

All these "abnormal phenomena" point to the abnormality of Fan Yihang, but in the face of Old Man Fan, she didn't dare to say her guess.

One is that she is afraid that the old man will be angry, and on the other hand, she herself is unwilling to admit it.

Fan Yihang looks like a normal person.

"Do you know why he's wrong tonight?" After the old man asked this question, he turned his head to look at her, and nodded his chopsticks to throw out the puzzle: "Tell me, what do you think is wrong with him." ”

The corners of Luo Weiwei's mouth twitched, she wanted to cry without tears, she just couldn't answer, so she kept silent, okay?

In the end, Luo Weiwei said a compromise answer: "Is his brain burning and confused because of the fever in the rain today?" ”

Fan Zengming's old but clear eyes looked at her, put away his smile and said, "Weiwei, you tell the truth, what do you think is wrong with Hanghang?" ”

Luo Weiwei was sitting precariously, gently tugging at the sleeves of the school uniform that Fan Yihang had lent her with her with both hands.

After hesitating in her mind for a moment, she let out a breath of turbidity and said, "Grandpa Fan, my mother used to be a psychiatrist, but her license was revoked for personal reasons, and now she works as a psychological counselor in college. ”

At this point, she paused and took a breath, which was foreshadowing, and only after two seconds did she continue: "So, I also had contact with some patients when I was a child. Grandpa Fan...... I'm actually a little worried that Fan Yihang may have depressive tendencies. ”

Depression and depressive tendencies are completely different things, the former is already a mental illness, and the latter can only be regarded as psychologically unhealthy, which can be restored to normal after self-adjustment.

What Luo Weiwei said can be said to be very tactful.

Fan Zengming smiled, but after laughing twice, he couldn't laugh a little, he looked far away, looking at the street outside the transparent tarpaulin, there was an old man wearing a shabby school uniform, was pulling the three wheels hard, the three wheels were neatly stacked with recycled waste products, and there were more than a dozen empty bottles for blending oil on both sides of the three wheels.

There are always so many people in this world who are so miserable and try their best to live, but they still can't get a reciprocal reward.

So what are these people clinging to? What is the meaning of life?

Many questions will never be answered, but the answer may appear in the next second, these are unknown, but what he knows is his powerlessness against his grandson.

Stretching out his hands, but he didn't know where to help Fan Yihang's powerlessness.

But after meeting Luo Weiwei, he felt relieved.

Fan Zengming has always been very accurate in seeing people, Luo Weiwei, a person whose personality is completely different from Fan Yihang, may ...... Can you help? Until now, he was more and more convinced of one thing. The gears of fate are in the dark, and there will indeed be arrangements.

The old man finally pulled the tricycle to the highest point of the uphill slope, rode the tricycle away, Fan Zengming retracted his gaze, not in the tone of an elder, but in the tone of a friend and said to Luo Weiwei: "Hanghang is not depressed, he suffered from post-traumatic stress disorder after that car accident." Have you ever heard of this disease? ”

Luo Weiwei shook her head, and nodded again after a few seconds: "I haven't heard it from my mother, but I read it in a book about a veteran who suffered from this disease after the end of the Korean War." Every National Day, he has no way to hear the sound of fireworks exploding. Isn't it this? ”

"Yes." Fan Zengming nodded and said: "Hanghang is the same as that veteran, but it's not that he can't hear the sound of fireworks, he can't hear the thunder." Because the night of the car accident was a thunderstorm night, just like tonight. ”

Luo Weiwei suddenly understood why Fan Yihang was curled up motionless next to the cement pipe, he was sick......

Inexplicably, she felt a pain in her heart.

Fan Zengming continued: "They have always felt that Hanghang needs to be treated, but he himself does not feel that he needs treatment. And I'm ...... I have always insisted that my grandson could not get sick. But after this period of contact, I did ...... Vivi, I want you to help me help him. ”

"Me?" Luo Weiwei pointed at herself and shook her head: "I can't, but my mother may be able to, although she is no longer a doctor, she once helped a ...... with bipolar disorder"

"No, no." Fan Zengming waved his hand: "What Hanghang needs is not an excellent psychiatrist, what he needs is a friend who can bring him out of the abyss." At the end of the day, I still don't want him to be treated as a patient, I believe he can come out on his own, but he also needs help, your help. ”

"Me?" Luo Weiwei wasn't sure it was up to her...... Someone who has no knowledge of psychology can help Fan Yihang.

"Weiwei, when grandpa first saw you, he thought you were like a little sun, grandpa believes that your happiness will definitely infect him, so he promised grandpa to come to the house every Saturday to do his homework, okay?"

Fan Zengming's tone can be regarded as pleading, Luo Weiwei has no way to refuse others to talk to her in this tone, especially since the other party is still a kind old man who treats her very well.

“…… Good. She nodded in agreement.

"But there's one thing, Grandpa wants you to promise me." Fan Zengming put down his chopsticks and looked very solemn.

Luo Weiwei was about to finish the last sip of condensed milk, but when Fan Zengming did this, she hurriedly put down the cup, said "um", and listened carefully.

"We have a conversation tonight, I hope no third person knows. I don't want ...... Hanghang was looked at strangely by the other classmates at school. The child himself may not care about the gaze of others, but ...... I can't bear to be a grandfather. ”

Luo Weiwei nodded again in agreement.

Don't worry, she won't say anything! She Luo Weiwei dares to say anything, but there is only one thing, that is, the secret of her friends, she is absolutely tight-lipped! This is her way of walking the "rivers and lakes".

Fan Zeng Ming breathed a sigh of relief: "Grandpa believes in you!" Then the two of us will be secret friends from now on! ”

Luo Weiwei smiled, she felt that Grandpa Fan was really fun, completely different from Fan Yihang, Fan Yihang was simply a big stuffy gourd.

It's really hard for her to save such a stuffy gourd.

Luo Weiwei told herself so in her heart, but there was a little bit of happiness in her heart that she didn't know where it came from.