The fact that Jiang Qi was ill, Zhiqi did not discover it by accident.

    In fact, from the time she met again in high school, she felt that something was wrong with the teenager.

    He seems to be too closed and too sharp. For people other than her, the young man seems to have erected thorns all over his body to protect himself. Also ignored.

    At the same time, the two problems that the teenager is injured and easy to have headaches are also the two problems that Zhiqi has been thinking about for a long time.

    The question she has been asking since she was ten years old, but in high school she was unable to speak.

    That is: Jiang Qi, why are you always hurt?

    Zhiqi vaguely understood that Jiang Qi's family seemed to have a big problem, which might be related to his injury, but the teenager's attitude towards this problem was extremely evasive, so she couldn't ask her.

    The real confirmation that Jiang Qi has a problem is because of an 'accident' in the second year of high school.

    It was raining heavily that day for Lin Lan. After school, most of the students didn't want to risk being hit by the downpour even if they had umbrellas. They all crowded into the classroom and the door of the teaching building.

    Zhixi forgot to bring her umbrella that day, so she could only follow everyone in the classroom with a sad face, waiting for the rain to lighten before leaving.

    And Jiang Qi is even less likely to have an umbrella.

    The matter of carrying an umbrella with him is too 'detailed' for his temperament.

    But the boy is not afraid of the rain. Unlike most of the students' ramble complaints, he just indifferently glanced at the heavy rain outside the window, then got up and walked out.

    "Jiang Qi!" Zhiqi noticed the boy's movements with sharp eyes, and followed him with a cry.

    Jiang Qi's brain at that time was as capricious as this rainy day. Hearing the raindrops hitting the roof, his back hurt badly, and he didn't hear Zhiqi calling him for a while. , still walking on its own.

    Instead, he longed that the heavy rain would extinguish his burning brain and walk fast.

    Until Jiang Qi heard the sound of 'ah yo' coming from behind, it was especially obvious in the rain curtain of no one.

      Her school uniform was also dirty, and she was looking at her pitifully.

    "Jiang Qi." Zhiqi was catching up with a tall and long-legged boy, arousing his 'attention', so he sniffed and asked, "Why are you leaving in such a hurry? My name is You ignore me."

    "...Sorry." The phantom-like smoky rain and mist covered the obscure eyes of the boy's broken hair. Jiang Qi hurriedly walked over to help the girl up and put it in his arms with a light expression on his face. said, "I didn't hear it."

    He really didn't hear it.

    Otherwise, Zhiqi would not be ignored.

    The little girl was so heartbroken that she didn't care too much why he didn't hear the question.

    As she was supported by the teenager, she was about to say something, but a few sneering sounds came from not far away—the two of them ran to No. 3 Middle School aimlessly one after the other. In a narrow alley at the back, a few students who were sheltering from the rain gathered to smoke together under the eaves. They were also wearing the school uniforms of No. 3 Middle School. When they saw them, they couldn't help laughing yin and yang.

    Their deliberately amplified voices entered the ears of Zhiqi and Jiang Qi without any hindrance—

    "Yo, isn't this the school girl from the first class?"

    "More than that, there is a group of that 'joke'."

    "It's raining, where are you two dating?"

    "Tsk tsk tsk, good students also fall in love early?"

    "The school beauties may be blind these days, and all they see are things."

    …

    Although Jiang Qi is good at studying, but because of his eccentric and withdrawn temperament, he has never been popular among his classmates, and even his teachers do not care about him.

    Because of Zhiqi's block on weekdays, the teenager heard some yin and yang strange words and thought that he didn't hear it.

    But today I don't know if it's because of the cold rain, or because the girl is shaking gently in his arms, maybe because he was in a very bad mood today, Jiang Qi suddenly didn't want to bear it.

    Because, he was never a good-natured person.

    Jiang Qi's eyes sank calmly, and he walked towards the three laughing boys step by step.

    It wasn't until he walked in front of them that the boys slowly fell silent, and the atmosphere was stagnant and embarrassing for a while.

    "Fuck." After a long while, one of them finally couldn't stand Jiang Qi's eyes, and pretended to be furious and asked, "Are you **** fucking here?"

    "What you just said." Jiang Qi opened his mouth, his voice was as cold as ice: "repeat it again if you have the guts."

    Jiang Qi asked them to repeat, if they were courageous, maybe he could do it lightly.

    But unfortunately, these few people are just cowards who can simply talk about it. Under Jiang Qi's strong sense of oppression, the three of them looked at each other, but no one dared to speak.

    So, I can't blame him.

    Jiang Qi raised the corner of his lips, but it didn't seem like a smile.

    The next second, his fist slammed into the face of the boy who said 'School Blindness', in the boy's scream, the other two boys were still in shock and not ready When he fought back, Jiang Qi's two big hands like iron hoops grabbed the back of his head and hit him hard—

    "Ah!"

    Knocked head to head, the two of them screamed in pain and almost fainted.

    "School flower, a joke?" Jiang Qi looked at the three 'naive chickens' who fell to the ground in a blink of an eye, and sneered in disdain, the sneaker stepped on one of them's face, His voice was cold and calm: "What are you guys?"

    "You!" The boy who was trampled on felt extremely humiliated and gritted his teeth: "Jiang Qi, wait for me! I have to ask my big brother to kill you!"

    Boys of this age have always been arrogant. They rarely use the methods of 'call the police' and 'sue the teacher' when they are beaten. Qi.

    "Okay, you go find it." Jiang Qi said calmly, kicking his chest heavily under his feet: "Go now and crawl."

    Once the tyrannical factor in the body is stimulated, it is difficult to stop, Jiang Qi did not realize that his eyes were red.

    At the same time, it was full of anger, just like excitement.

    For many years, he hated and resisted violence.

    Unconsciously, Jiang Qi didn't realize that he had been assimilated into a 'violent' person.

    On that day, it was also the girl who stopped him with a pair of soft arms, just like on the set many years later.

    "Jiang Qi! Are you crazy?" It was just that Zhi Qiyuan was not so calm back then, she was trembling with fear, and after a while, she thought of stopping the tyrannical behavior of the teenager, her voice could not stop Choked: "Don't fight! Stop fighting!"

    She stopped Jiang Qi, and quickly dialed 120.

    In any case, violence is wrong.

    Afterwards, the ambulance took five students to the hospital.

    Except Zhiqi, the other four had injuries, either minor or severe—Jiang Qi was not unscathed, at least his phalanges were bruised and mottled, and they already had Due to the excessive force on the injured arm, the wound collapsed again, and the flesh and blood were blurred.

    But Jiang Qi doesn't know it hurts.

    During the process of the doctor bandaging him with stitches, the boy's eyes were indifferent, his eyelids were not lifted, and only the other hand on his knee occasionally trembled slightly.

    Jiang Qi may be sick.

    So the girl watched silently at the door for a while, then turned around and went to the attending doctor who had previously registered with Jiang Qi and asked him to give the boy a full body examination.

    Especially…on the nerves, on the psyche.

     Later, Zhiqi always felt that she was very crazy at the time, but when the results came out, she finally knew what was wrong with Jiang Qi.

    He has bipolar disorder, very severe bipolar disorder.

    Zhi Qi remembered being a little stupid when she heard the neurologist analyze the root cause and impact of this 'disease' with her.

    The doctor looked at the examination report and said in a straight-forward manner: "Irritability and depression are all neurological diseases. This classmate Jiang's symptoms are very serious. mentally ill."

    "No, it's not." Zhiqi raised her head suddenly, and subconsciously wanted to refute and deny: "Jiang Qi is not mentally ill, he...he is quite normal."

    Occasionally, it will be abnormal.

    "Little girl, this kind of mental illness will not appear on the surface at first. Seventy percent of young people today have depression, either mild or severe, but you see Seventy percent of the people will be obediently hospitalized for treatment?" The doctor smiled and explained tolerantly—

    "This type of disease, only at certain times, places, or encounters with people or things that stimulate him will show the manic side, I say your classmates are serious, It's because he already has strong anxiety-compulsive behaviors on weekdays."

    "I don't know if you are clear, but when our doctor examined him, he found that he even had self-harm."

    Self-harm?

    "Now he is still hurting himself, but when he can't control it, he will hurt others. There are many elements that cause bipolar disorder, the original family, the growth environment, but in the end he was Violence has been assimilated." The doctor sighed: "As a doctor, I must advise you to stay away from your classmate, because when bipolar disorder is violent, it doesn't discriminate."

    It's like a drug addict. Violence is like a drug. When you're high, you can't tell who the person in front of you is.

    Jiang Qi can't help hitting these yin and yang students now, and he may hit her in the future.

    After a while, she asked in a hoarse voice, "Doctor, what should I do?"

    All diseases have a cure, this is not a terminal illness.

    Instead of leaving Jiang Qi, Zhiqi wanted to cure him, and that was the most important thing.

    "He is in deep bipolar depression now, and he can't control himself, so my suggestion is to be hospitalized immediately." The middle school uniform, frowned a little embarrassedly: "But you high school students..."

    High schools are preparing for the college entrance examination. Will students be suspended from school and hospitalized?

    Not only did the doctor not know about this issue, but Zhixi certainly did not know, and she had no way to decide for Jiang Qi.

    So the little girl could only think of a way to ask: "Then, can I take medicine? Doctor, is there any way to treat it with medicine?"

     I will give him a trial first, during which the patient must guard against arrogance and impatience, and stop self-mutilation."

    "Little girl, your classmate should still be asleep in the ward now. When he wakes up, I have to say it again, and you can only play a warning role."

    Whether a disease can be cured or not depends on the patient itself, especially mental illness.

    Zhixi nodded obediently, and walked out with the doctor's list, feeling blank--until she got out of the door of the ward, she saw leaning against the door, I know how long Jiang Qi has been listening.

    In an instant, Zhiqi almost cried out, her eyes widened unconsciously.

    The boy's pale brows were filled with savage blue-gray, and he raised his head and looked at her gloomily.

    Then, Zhiqi unconsciously took a step back.

    Glancing at each other for a while, Jiang Qi said softly, "Qiqi."

    “…hmm, eh?”

    "Did I accidentally hurt you?" No matter what time, Jiang Qi is always concerned about this question, and his eyes are really at a loss: "I will hurt you you?"

    Is it possible that one day he will treat Zhiqi uncontrollably like that? The violence of punching and kicking, punching towards each other, just... like a beast?

    "No, really not." The redness in Zhiqi's eyes that had been suppressed for a long time finally poured out, she kept shaking her head, her soft voice shattered: "Jiang Qi, you won't hit me."

    She believes he never will.

    But the boy looked at her quietly, just turned and left.

    The thin back is resolute, as if to disappear in her life.