do you like me

When I walked into the classroom, the atmosphere was inexplicably gloomy. Basically everyone glanced at me the moment I stepped into the classroom.I don't know why, maybe it's because of an injury on my face, but for some reason, my heart was beating very fast. Just as I was about to walk back to my position, the squad leader stopped me nervously.

"Shen Qiuhan." He said, "Don't be too sad."

"What?" I looked at him suspiciously.

He pushed his glasses, his voice choked with sobs: "Don't be too sad about Zhao Xinhe."

"Zhao Xinhe? What happened to him?"

The squad leader looked at me in surprise with reddish eyes: "You...you don't know?"

Looking at the monitor's expression, I had a bad feeling: "What's wrong with him?"

The squad leader slowly handed me the phone, I looked down, and the latest headlines popped up on Weibo, a few bright red characters unfolded in front of my eyes, like a bloody mouth, it looked at me, I looked at it.

Zhao committed suicide by jumping off the building in the same rehabilitation center.

On the top of the news content, under the title, there is a photo, only the eyes are coded, you can clearly see his smiling face, and people who are familiar with him can recognize him at a glance.

This piece of news only came out yesterday, and it is still on the top today, with over [-] million hits.

I read the report carefully, my hands and feet were numb, I swallowed hard with my dry throat, and then returned the phone to him.

The squad leader took the phone and looked at me worriedly: "Shen Qiuhan, are you okay?"

I waved my hand, returned to my seat, and as usual, cleaned the table, took out the books one by one, and placed them neatly in the upper right corner, then sat down, took out the pen, and started to do the questions.

The densely packed characters are printed on the white paper, like a long shackle.My pen tip stayed on the paper until a large pool of black ink was smudged, and then I wrote the word "jie", which was written crookedly and every stroke was uneven.I took a long breath, puffed up my chest, and let it out slowly.

"Shen Qiuhan, are you really alright?" the deskmate asked cautiously.

I gave him a dull look: "I'm fine."

"But you're shaking...you're shaking so badly."

Just as I was about to refute, there was a harsh class sound, as if someone was screaming hoarsely.A string in my mind snapped with a snap.The scene in front of me began to distort like a monster, and the pen in my hand twisted weirdly. I stood up suddenly, and the chair hit the ground.

"Shen Qiuhan, what are you doing?" The math teacher asked sternly as she looked at me just after entering the classroom.

I ignored it and stumbled out of the classroom

"Shen Qiuhan, it's class time, what are you going to do?"

The teacher's voice became far away in my ears, like a voice floating in the valley.I mechanically went downstairs, took out my phone, and sent Shen Yan a message with my hands that couldn't stop shaking.Then, regardless of the guard's obstruction, he forcibly turned out the door.

Zhao Xinhe, quitting the same place, committed suicide, jumped off the building, and died after rescue failed.These words looped endlessly in my mind, zooming in and out again, repeating endlessly over and over again.

I bought a hat and a mask with my remaining rationality. When I arrived at the Guandong Preceptor, it was full of people. The media were holding long guns and short cannons, and the microphone was aimed at one of them who was wearing a white coat.

"Doctor Zhong, what do you want to say about Zhao's suicide?"

"I heard from relevant sources that you used illegal means to inflict electric shocks and other physical injuries on patients. Is this true?"

"As early as several years ago, homosexuality has been removed from the category of mental illness. Is there any behavior that violates human ethics in the orthodoxy you established?"

"..."

I stood not far away, watching indifferently as they asked one question after another. The people squeezed in the middle looked calm and listened to one question after another with a blank expression.

"First of all, all the people who come to the same place have signed the exemption contract with the consent of their family members. I have clearly told them that homosexuality is not a mental illness, and they must consider whether it is really necessary to treat it. Treatment, there is treatment. , there are bound to be risks.”

"You mean, you don't want to take any responsibility for Zhao's suicide?"

The man frowned, and then said, "It's not that he doesn't want to take on the responsibility, but it's clearly written in the contract, and no one can get away with anything written in black and white."

"Until now, you haven't answered positively about the electric shock treatment."

"This hospital has never used illegal means on patients! He committed suicide entirely because he was weak in heart! He cannot accept the treatment of homosexuality. If something goes wrong, he will give up his life, that is what cowardly people will do!"

That's what cowards do...

fragile heart...

After he finished these few words, my mind went blank, and everything disappeared, even the words of the infinite loop on the same road disappeared completely. When I struggled out of this blank space, I was already He rushed into the crowd, rushed over, and grabbed his throat tightly.

The sudden change made the surrounding media extremely excited. They didn't stop them and took pictures one after another with great excitement. I looked at the person I was pinching, his face gradually turned purple, and the hands and feet that were originally resisting also gradually The struggle stopped.

"Give it to him! Apologize! You fucking apologize to him!" I said, adding more force.

Suddenly a woman's voice came from behind her, her voice was as hoarse as a bellows, every word was full of wind, she tried her best to call my name in the loudest voice: "Shen Qiuhan! You must be Shen Qiuhan! "

I let go of my hand numbly, and the person under me got oxygen, pushed me away at once, covered his neck and began to cough violently.Immediately afterwards, when I turned my head, something hit me head-on, and there was a stabbing pain in my head, and then something flowed down the forehead.

"Shen Qiuhan! It's you! It's all because of you!" The woman Zhang Yawu rushed towards me, her expression distorted like a piece of crumpled white paper. She pulled my clothes and knocked off my hat. He stared blankly at the mad woman in front of him.

It's Jo Shin Hyuk's mother.

"Why did you drag him down, why!" She asked me heartbreakingly, "Why! Why! Why does Zhao Xinhe like you! Like a man, it's you! It must be you! You give back your son I!"

The media that had been watching the excitement suddenly moved. They seemed to smell a piece of bloody meat, and stretched out their claws like jackals. They dragged away the woman who tore me apart.All the cameras were aimed at me, and I looked at the dark holes, they were like abysses, big and small, staring at me.

"Excuse me, are you the boyfriend of the deceased?"

"Do you have anything to say about the deceased? Do you know about his going to the prison?"

"What is the relationship between the deceased and your progress?"

……

I stood alone and helpless in the dense crowd, looking at those indifferent faces, they wanted to drag me down, and when I finally crawled out, they wanted to take me back again.

I picked up the hat from the ground in a panic. Someone reached out and snatched the hat from my hand. Someone tried to tear off my mask. I took a few steps back and firmly protected my face.

These people, the media, the doctors, they all deserve to die, they all deserve to die.But now, I have no ability, no way at all.Their questioning continued, and the camera was still glued to my face. They seemed to have forgotten that the person in front of them was just a high school student, a 16-year-old boy.

"All of you will pay the price, I promise." I said the last words in the crowd.Then, without waiting for their reaction, he quickly broke through the crowd and rushed out.