Chapter 16:

That evening the second get out of class of self-study ended, Zhang Man was called to the office by the head teacher Liu Zhijun.
The cause turned out to be the letter of apology that Li Wei handed over a month ago.
At that time, Liu Zhijun received the letter of apology with the parent's signature, but he didn't care, and he threw it into the drawer and locked it. Recently, however, there have been more and more rumors about Li Wei, even reaching the ears of his head teacher. When he turned the letter out again, he felt that something was wrong.
In order to verify the rumors, he specifically called to the orphanage where Li Wei had been there for seven years. After verification, he confirmed that Li Wei's mother, Lin Fen, had passed away due to dystocia when he was born. And the people in the orphanage also told him something about Li Wei.
At first, he also thought that Li Wei was just writing his mother's name casually to deal with him, but the more he thought about it, the more he thought about it, the more he thought about it, and he wrote the name of his mother casually.
Liu Zhijun called Zhang Man, just to ask her if there is anything unusual about Li Wei.
Zhang Man was a little wary, not knowing what he meant. After all, there was no such letter of apology in the previous life, so even if the school heard the rumor that Li Wei suffered from schizophrenia, it was still unable to confirm it.
She shook her head: "I didn't find anything abnormal in him."
Liu Zhijun saw the alert that appeared in her eyes and hurriedly beckoned her to sit down: "Don’t get me wrong, only I know about this now, and I won’t tell others. I didn’t ask Li Wei in person, just because he was worried Any psychological problems with him will cause harm to him. Zhang Man, you are at his table, the teacher can see that you usually take care of him, if you find that he has any psychological problems, you must try to help him and tell I."
He added another sentence: "Many mental illnesses will eventually be cured through psychological counseling and drug treatment. Moreover, judging from the facts I know, this child Li Wei concentrates on studying physics all day, and he does not have any evil thoughts towards anyone. . But, after all, there are so many classmates in the class. If we don’t explain it to the parents, don’t blame the teacher for treating him specially. Of course I hope he can grow up healthily."
Zhang Man nodded and left the office.
She felt a little heavy.
If you want to take medication, the patient needs to be aware of and accept their mental illness before they can actively cooperate with the treatment.
What's more, the existing medical conditions are not as advanced as twenty years later. Many psychiatric drugs are not only ineffective in suppressing delusions, but also bring a series of side effects during treatment, such as high blood pressure, lethargy, slow response, forgetfulness, etc. And so on, there is even a certain fatality rate.
With Li Wei's current situation, it is obviously unrealistic. The best way she can think of now is to minimize the damage he suffered after realizing that he was suffering from a mental illness, and then through his heart, let him slowly get on the right track.
People with delusions are often very paranoid, it is difficult to believe what others say, only to find out by themselves.
No one knows why Li Wei suddenly found out that he had a delusion in his previous life. But the consequences were extremely serious. After that, because he couldn't accept this kind of self, he suffered from severe depression and eventually committed suicide step by step.
So far, she has not been able to think of a very good way to make him aware of his delusion, but it will not cause irreparable trauma to his heart.
Zhang Man lay on the railing, calming his mind.
No one knew what was the cause of his delusion. But Zhang Man felt that for Li Wei, this disease may be the only life-saving straw in his more than ten years of life.
Perhaps when he was hung on a clothes rail when he was dying when he was seven years old, maybe when his father was ridiculed and ridiculed countless times after his father committed suicide, or when he was abandoned by his relatives and thrown into the orphanage.
He wanted so much to have someone who could be by his side when he needed, caring for him, loving him, and giving him a warm hug.
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After returning home, Zhang Man took out a guitar he hadn't touched in years.
This guitar was Zhang Huifang's favorite when he was young. At that time, Zhang Man was only in kindergarten, and Zhang Huifang went to the bar to sing every night. There was no one at home, so Zhang Man was placed on the bar counter.
How could a five or six-year-old girl understand music? She was not as tall as a high stool. Zhang Huifang took her up and sat down all night.
She still remembers one time when she drank too much and wanted to go to the bathroom, but she couldn't get down while sitting on a high stool. After Zhang Huifang finished her performance, she realized that her face was flushed and she was peeing on her pants...
Later, Zhang Huifang left the bar and gave the guitar to Zhang Man.
In some quiet afternoons, she would hide in the room and sing and sing. She would sing something about her youth that she wouldn't usually say, and she would still be confused and confused about the future and life of 16 or 17-year-olds.
But since I went to H City in my previous life, I never touched it again.
For the repertoire of this National Day performance, Zhang Man chose an old English song that he would have known before, "Iwillalwaysloveyou". She likes the song and the lyrics very much. The kind of firm and straightforward pledge of love is what she wants to sing to him.
The first few times were terrible, I played stumblingly and even forgot a few basic chords. Zhang Man stopped and didn't sing along. He focused on practicing the piano. He waited until he became proficient in playing the tune before he started singing along.
The human body, like the brain, has memories. Even though I haven't practiced for so many years and are rusty, it is not difficult to pick it up.
She played it over and over again, and the old wooden guitar had grown over time and the hardness of the wood increased, which had a very moving resonance. Pieces of affectionate melody overflowed from her fingertips, and she continued to practice until the night was heavy before she finished working with satisfaction.
...
The next day, Zhang Man took the guitar to school. After class was over at noon, she followed Dai Qian to the music classroom of the Art Department. There were already several people in the classroom. As soon as Zhang Man entered, he saw a boy sitting next to the piano.
He is very tall, handsome and sharp. But unlike Li Wei's strangers, he is that kind of sunny handsome, with a gentle smile on his lips, giving people a feeling of spring breeze.
She knew this person, and was fairly familiar, called Qin Shuai, a senior in the second year of high school.
When Zhang Man saw him, he was a little stunned for a while, and it took a long time to react, as if he had heard that Qin Shuai was the head of the art department of the First Middle School in his previous life, and he played the piano well.
Qin Shuai heard that there were several programs to be audited today, and he came to the department early. He was sitting at the piano playing a piece of music, and saw Dai Qian bringing people in.
The girl is small and has white skin. Almost half of her slap-sized face is covered by thick bangs. Holding a big guitar in her arms, she blocked her thin body tightly.
She looked very quiet, didn't talk when she came in, and stood behind Daisy like a little attendant.
Qin Shuai turned around and waved to her with a gentle voice: "School girl, I heard that you want to sign up for a self-playing and self-singing show. We have to select before we can decide whether or not to go to the final show. You can start right now. ."
He saw her thin and small, and smiled and calmed down: "Don't be nervous, just relax."
Zhang Man nodded, sat down on a chair with his guitar in his arms, tuned the strings according to the piano's standard pitch, and began to sing.
She sang a few lines in a low voice, and the guitar accompaniment slowly followed.
Zhang Man's voice is not high, it belongs to the mezzo-soprano frequency band. When singing this song, the vocal cords are deliberately not completely closed, but with a little breath.
She sang not as straightforward and transparent as the original song, and her slightly hoarse voice made her voice very warm, like lying on a furry carpet under the slightly hot sun on a summer afternoon. Go up, whisper softly in your ear, gentle yet powerful.
"...AndIwillalwaysloveyou, Iwillalwaysloveyou, You, mydarlingyou, hm..."
The afternoon sun hit the girl's thin figure, and the lattice window frames cast a flickering shadow on her cheeks.
She lowered her head and sang softly, her thin body seemed to be full of strength, as if she wanted to tell someone over and over again that I would love you forever.
I will always love you, no matter where you are, no matter what you become...
Daisy, who was standing by her arms, felt a little complicated.
Her original intention was to make things difficult for her. No one was asked to be evaluated in public as soon as they signed up for the show. One night would definitely be too late to prepare.
But unexpectedly, he was moved by her voice.
In all fairness, she sang very professionally and was emotionally in place. She sang a completely different feeling from the original singer, much more brilliant than the dance they had rehearsed for several weeks.
At the end of the song, the eyes of the several literary and art departments in the music classroom became straight, and no one spoke for a long time. It was Minister Qin Shuai who took the lead and clapped his hands, looking at the girl in front of her with undisguised appreciation.
"Sing very well, this elementary school girl, what is your name?"
Zhang Man put the guitar back into the guitar case, stood up and nodded politely: "Hello, my name is Zhang Man."
Qin Shuai squinted his eyes slightly and turned a few corners in his heart, so he said: "That's it, classmate Zhang, because tomorrow is the National Day holiday, in fact, you have already missed the registration time for today. You put it on."
Zhang Man frowned and looked at Dai Qian. She didn't say that yesterday. Dai Qian spread her hands toward her, saying that she didn't know.
Qin Shuai thought for a while, as if he had thought of a good idea: "By the way, we happen to have a program quota in our department. It was reported long ago, but that classmate finally gave up. If you join our literature and art department, You can directly use your show on top."
He added: "Your show is really excellent. It would be a pity if you can't make it to the show."
Zhang Man heard that he just wanted to join the Literature and Art Department, and agreed without much consideration. The so-called student unions and societies in high school are actually quite good. After this performance, she didn't need to participate in it.
After Zhang Man left, Qin Shuai stopped Dai Qian, who was also planning to leave, and blinked at her: "School girl Dai, is this Zhang Man from your class? Is there any contact information? The senior invited you to dinner."
Dai Xi said angrily: "I have a normal relationship with her, no. Senior, let me remind you, she already has a sweetheart."
"Cut, my sweetheart, I will care? Just do not have a boyfriend."