52 Hz: see whales in the ocean

Qiao Shuo's voice shocked the whole dormitory, Jiang Chuan and Li Meng didn't speak any more, they both stared at Qiao Shuo in a daze.

Sitting on the bed slumped and absent-minded, Wen Liang didn't react, his eyes turned back and forth on the faces of the three roommates, thinking that he had missed something.

Qiao Shuo originally had a lot of thoughts brewing in his heart, but he roared angrily and forgot all of them.

There was silence in the dormitory for several seconds, and Qiao Shuo frantically searched for words to hate them in his mind.

Jiang Chuan, who has always been carefree, spoke first: "Hey! I said, Old Qiao, why are you so angry again? Where is your anger?"

This was exactly what Qiao Shuo wanted, and Qiao Shuo put his hands on his hips, looking a bit cursing: "Aren't you bothering me at night, are you talking endlessly?"

"Oh, what's the matter with you today, old Qiao? Usually everyone chats like this." Li Meng was puzzled by what he said.

"I really admire you, such a boring topic can be talked for so long, do you think this topic is interesting?"

When Qiao Shuo said this, he glanced at Wen Liang quietly, but fortunately, there was no big emotional fluctuation on Wen Liang's face.

"Anyway, it's just chatting, old Qiao, you're so weird, we don't seem to have said anything to make you unhappy, right?" Jiang Chuan spread his hands, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"But I'm just not happy. How can you talk about other people's illnesses so badly? You don't understand. Do you make yourself superior by talking nonsense?"

"Okay, okay, even if it's our fault, what does this 'other' have to do with you?" Jiang Chuan asked helplessly.

Qiao Shuo subconsciously glanced towards Wen Liang, just in time to meet Wen Liang's nervous and probing eyes, and his heart tightened instantly.

Wen Liang wouldn't be able to see anything, these two pig teammates...ah no, they are not teammates, only he, Qiao Shuo, has known about it all this time.

Qiao Shuo's worry was not unreasonable. At this moment, he looked at Qiao Shuo warmly and steadily, as if he wanted to see into his heart through his eyes.

Just now, Qiao Shuo's angry argument was still in front of his eyes, which made Wen Liang feel inexplicably flustered. A voice told him to run away, but he couldn't control it.

Wen Liang's hand seemed to be numb. When the phone vibrated, he lost his grip and fell on the bed sheet. When he picked it up again, he found that even his fingers were trembling involuntarily.

The screen showed that it was Qiuqiu's call from his younger sister Wen Yu, and Wen Liang felt relieved.

He put on his slippers in a hurry, picked up the phone, and walked towards the door of the dormitory.

"Hey, Xiaoyu, what's the matter?" Wen Liang closed the dormitory door by the way, and then walked to the window at the end of the corridor.

"It's okay, I just miss my brother!" Wen Yu's hearty laughter came from the phone.

Although Wen Liang and Wen Yu are twins, they have very different personalities, and they go to school far apart. They each have their own lives, and they don't usually communicate often.

In Wen Liang's consistent thinking, try to type the communication as much as possible, if there is a phone call, it must be something important.

But hearing Wen Yu's address for him, he was relieved, he had already figured out Wen Yu's routine - call him elder brother when there is something to do, and brother when there is nothing to do.

The other end of the phone seemed to be waiting for him to say something, Wen Liang felt a little awkward, and after thinking about it, asked: "What are you doing? Have you just finished participating in club activities?"

"You may not believe it, I just finished supper."

"Can I eat late at night to lose weight, or do you want to lose weight?"

"Oh little brother, you are amazing, amazing!"

"...I didn't laugh at you." Wen Liang said innocently.

"Oh." Wen Yu paused, the smile in her voice restrained a little, "Why is your voice so weak, how are you doing recently?"

Wen Liang didn't expect that Wen Yu could hear his tone was wrong through the phone, it seemed that he was really too obvious.

Wen Liang smiled nonchalantly, and deliberately adjusted her tone: "I've been doing well recently, and I'm about to take the CET-[-] exam, have you prepared for the exam?"

"I'm ready, I'm not sure, just try it for the first exam." Wen Yu said casually.

Wen Liang pursed her lips, a moment of confusion flashed in her heart, why Wen Yu could face the same thing so easily, but she couldn't relieve the pressure.

"That's good, just do your best." Wen Liang said.

"Why is your tone just like our parents', full of preaching," Wen Yu sounded a little complaining, "They called me just now, and they only talked about studying every day, am I a fool, who doesn't know the importance of studying ah."

Wen Liang just picked a catchphrase to answer, without any other meaning, but Wen Yu's words made him a little bit at a loss, he was afraid that Wen Yu would misunderstand that he was preaching.

Wen Liang clasped the knuckle of her index finger with her thumb a little nervously: "No, Xiaoyu, I mean... don't feel pressured, take it easy, it's normal for parents to worry, but don't let them influence you."

After Wen Liang finished talking, she suddenly felt that she was a little ridiculous, obviously she was under too much pressure, but she was so good at persuading others, whether she was too sober or too confused.

Wen Yu's laughter came from the phone: "Hahahaha, I like to hear that."

After Wen Liang heard it, she couldn't help but smile, and her mood seemed to be relieved for a while, but the atmosphere in the 320 dormitory was not very happy.

After Wen Liang went out to answer the phone, the thoughts of the three people in the dormitory seemed to be interrupted. Everyone looked at each other, but no one spoke.

Qiao Shuo felt aggrieved in her heart, why did she always feel like she was not having a good time arguing with someone.

He sorted out his thoughts in his mind, what did he say just now?What does this "other" have to do with Qiao Shuo?

That has a lot to do with it, this "other" is my weak and naive little brother Xiong who can't take care of himself.

But Wen Liang deliberately concealed his depression, Qiao Shuo could only endure the sullenness in his heart, and prevent the two of them from talking about this kind of topic in the future.

"Don't mention anything about mental health or depression in the future, it's annoying." Qiao Shuo stared at them.

The four people in the dormitory have good personalities and usually get along happily, but what Qiao Shuo said makes no sense, which makes people feel inexplicably uncomfortable.

"It's not that I want to argue with you, Old Qiao, we didn't mention you," Li Meng said jokingly, "Could it be that you are depressed? Don't scare us."

Jiang Chuan on the side couldn't help laughing, and patted Li Meng on the shoulder and said, "You are too outrageous hahaha, look at Old Qiao who doesn't look like depression, he is more or less like a sand sculpture."

After hearing these two jokes, Qiao Shuo's expression softened a little, but he still didn't want to start the story like this, and he hoped to avoid talking about it in the dormitory in the future.

"Depression is not what you think. You don't understand at all. In addition to psychological symptoms, patients with depression also have physical symptoms, which are beyond their control. Moreover, some patients with depression look like normal people on the outside. It's different, only they know how painful it is."

Qiao Shuo seldom had such a serious look. He spoke every word clearly, and the atmosphere in the dormitory was quiet and dignified.

Jiang Chuan and Li Meng exchanged surprised looks, and they didn't recover for a long time.

"This is a very serious topic. Don't talk about it casually or make fun of it in the future. I know you are just chatting unintentionally, but it makes people feel uncomfortable. Don't mention it in the dormitory in the future."

Jiang Chuan didn't expect that a few small talk would cause such a big reaction from Qiao Shuo, and he didn't understand why he was like this. Maybe he has friends or family members who are depressed?

Jiang Chuan was curious and wanted to ask, but Qiao Shuo was so abnormal today, he probably was someone very important to him, so he stopped talking.

It's just, why is it not allowed to mention it in the dormitory... Forget it, everything is easy to talk about, if you don't mention it in the future, it's not an interesting topic.

"Hey, okay, let's pay attention later," Jiang Chuan spread his hands in compromise, turned to get the toiletries, and muttered to himself, "It sounds like there are depression patients in our dormitory."

Li Meng didn't hear clearly, so she stopped spreading the quilt, turned around and asked in surprise, "What? Who is depressed in the dormitory?"

Qiao Shuo felt as if his head was on fire—why did he still insist on this topic!

"Can you stop asking, there is no depression in the dormitory!"

Wen Liang walked back after making a phone call in the corridor, when he heard Qiao Shuo's words as soon as he opened the door, he felt a "thump" in his heart, as if the temperature of his whole body dropped rapidly.

Maybe it was because he appeared at the wrong time, the eyes of the three roommates all fell on him.

He persuaded himself in his heart, don't think too much, pretend it has nothing to do with him, what to do, don't arouse suspicion, but his legs seemed to be nailed there.

He held the cell phone that was sliding down in his hand in a panic, feeling as if cold sweat was about to ooze from his forehead.

In the final analysis, he was still guilty, and he felt that he should say something to change the topic, but only Qiao Shuo's words just now remained in his mind: there is no depression in the dormitory!

He heard his voice without confidence: "There is no depression in the dormitory, I am not depressed."

The expressions on the faces of the three roommates all changed to varying degrees, but Wen Liang was even more flustered—the words he said out of a hurry somewhat imply that there is no 300 taels of silver here.

Jiang Chuan and Li Meng were stunned for a while, and then they cast their guessing eyes on Qiao Shuo's face. Qiao Shuo frowned, hesitant to speak.

"I'm not depressed, I'm not depressed."

Wen Liang's voice was erratic, and it sounded more like he was speaking to himself. The roommates already knew everything, but he still wanted to deceive himself.

There was silence in the dormitory, Wen Liang stood at the door with lowered eyes, as if he did something wrong and dared not step into the dormitory.

Seeing him like this, Qiao Shuo felt as if his heart was blocked by something. He took a deep breath and walked towards Wen Liang.

"Come in, brother Xiong, what are you doing standing there, we didn't mention you," Qiao Shuo pretended to be relaxed, and took Wen Liang's thin arm, "Go to bed early, you have to study hard tomorrow."

Wen Liang was in a daze, and didn't know how he was pulled into the dormitory by Qiao Shuo. He sat on the edge of the bed and fiddled with the phone screen absently.

The atmosphere in the dormitory was indescribably strange, but everyone seemed to be doing their own things normally.

Jiang Chuan and Li Meng occasionally teased each other, and Qiao Shuo even hummed an out-of-key tune.

It was getting late, Wen Liang raised his eyes and glanced at his roommates quietly, but no one paid attention to him, so he squatted down carefully, looking for toiletries from under the bed.

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The author has something to say:

I finally wrote this chapter, which is the chapter where Wen Liang’s depression was discovered by roommates. In fact, I thought of this chapter a long time ago. Now that I have actually written this chapter, it is different from the previous feelings. Many When I write a novel by myself, I feel like I have experienced all the emotions in it. I really like this feeling.Although Wen Liang's younger sister Wen Yu is his twin, she has a much more cheerful personality than him, and she will appear again in the future.Some characters in the novel have something in common with me. In fact, sometimes I pin my hopes on them, hoping that they can do things for me that I can’t do. This is probably the reason why I like writing novels~ Sorry everyone , The recent update is too slow, the three-dimensional life really makes me physically and mentally exhausted, and I feel like my bones are about to break.My speed of writing novels is also really slow. I hope that the more I write in the future, the speed will increase.