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There are bursts of cicadas chirping outside the window, the rustling of fans in the classroom, the rubbing of paper and paper, the questioning of pen tips, and the careful communication of classmates.

The evening class is quiet and lively.

I turned my head to look at the child who became my deskmate.

Her short stature made her look like she was lying on a table.

The other students were either catching up with homework and previewing texts, reading extracurricular books, or chatting and passing notes on errands.This guy is actually reading a textbook, and it's obviously not a textbook for the first grade of junior high school.Is the little genius so strong?

I was dumbfounded for a moment, and then found that the child's eyes hadn't moved for a long time.

It turned out that he was just in a daze.

It's still the kind of seriousness that makes me feel embarrassed to harass him in a daze.

I had to do my homework seriously.

When get out of class was over, I was called to the office by the class teacher again.

The head teacher is not on duty today, so she shouldn't be at school.So when I saw her gentle face full of worry, I felt that it was probably another Ji sound.This kid is really well-loved.

"I want the monitor to do the teacher a favor," she said.

"Tell me, teacher."

"There is moderate depression. The state is very poor."

"Although she hasn't been to the hospital for a formal examination, she refuses to communicate with others, and only makes the shortest reply without any desire to express. She also has a slight anorexia. She often wanders and loses concentration .Ms. Luo has confirmed that she is depressed. But we don't know the reason, and we have no way to contact her parents."

"The teacher trusts you to take good care of your classmates. She may not want to talk about herself."

"We can't take her to see a doctor rashly. The teacher will try to communicate with her parents as much as possible."

"Can you take good care of it, but pretend you don't know anything?"

05.

Since the head teacher talked to me, a sense of responsibility has taken root in my heart.

I began to pay special attention to the behavior of Ji Yisheng.

I will stay with her in the classroom for a while after the evening class is over.She is in a daze, or reading a book.I recite words and do my homework next to me.

When the time comes, I will hold her hand and go back to the dormitory together without rejection.

When the lights are turned off at night, I will automatically block the gossip of my old friends.He crossed the railing, held her tender little hand, and waited quietly for her to fall asleep.I would still talk to her in a low voice, tell jokes about Lu Jiazhu, gossip about the class, talk about some small problems in study, and even recite the text and ask her to correct it for me.

And Ji's voice is also very well-behaved, listening quietly, no matter how short the response is, as long as she has to speak, she will speak out.

In the morning, I would stare at her for breakfast, and she was not allowed to eat porridge.Bread is also a must.

Even if the expression on the child's face is wrinkled into juicy flowers, he has to eat at least half of it.

Of course, Ji Sheng never wrinkled into ju flowers.He just frowned slightly, and stuffed the food into his mouth as if he had completed a task.No crying, no fuss, no resistance.I vomited it out after eating it several times, and vomited for a long time.But as long as I don't tell her to stop, she won't stop.

Well-behaved distortion, so well-behaved that it makes people feel distressed.

Noisy sounds can make her dizzy, this is my new discovery.So I stopped chatting with a group of girls during class.

I found a new entertainment: feeding.

Trying to get Ji to eat the snacks in my hand is my greatest achievement.

Probably because the kid looks so cute with his cheeks puffed up and down, and he still sits upright and reads a book.The students around me started to automatically mute the sound during the break, donating their own snacks to support my great cause of feeding.

I started to let the students find Ji to communicate.

Of course, chatting is impossible, unless they can talk non-stop unilaterally.But it's okay to ask questions.No matter what subject, no matter what question, Ji Yisheng can always speak clearly and concisely.It's better than a teacher.

And listening to her sweet and soft voice is also a kind of enjoyment, which can soften people's hearts.

After a month of this, it seems that the teacher still hasn't contacted Ji Yisheng's parents, but the child's situation is much better than it has been since the beginning of school.

Except for her still messy sleep and bird-like appetite.

I asked Mr. Luo about it, and he told me it was called sleep disorder.When this phenomenon occurs in such a young child, it is not even easy to prescribe medicine.

When he said this, Teacher Luo's voice was full of anger, and the pen in his hand slammed heavily on the table.

"She needs to go to the hospital."

What Teacher Luo said was very firm, but also very helpless.That's right, they couldn't get in touch with Ji Yisheng's parents.

I couldn't help feeling angry too.

What kind of parents would let such an angelic child suffer from depression without realizing it?What kind of parents would turn a blind eye to their child's situation at school and couldn't even get in touch with the teacher?

Only then did I remember that the day Ji Yisheng entered school, I had never met Ji Yisheng's parents from the beginning to the end.When she dismissed me, she didn't go to lead the way for her doting parents.Instead, he ran to the gymnasium to buy bed mats, quilts, pillows, sheets, straw mats, and military training uniforms. Under the bright sun, he used his petite body to carry so many things up to the fifth floor step by step.