A high school boy carved a line on the desk of the library: "I am bored" (I am bored). When he came to his desk again, he found that there was an extra line under the line he had carved: "Nice to meet you" (nice to meet you).

It's like two interesting souls meet and attract each other. Yes, how many people will respond to a sentence engraved on the desk? Sweep, laugh at most, or complain about how you can scribble and forget. It happened that these two boring people used this table as manuscript paper.

After a while, the conversation went on intermittently. The boy often observed the people around him intentionally or unintentionally, as if he wanted to find the "it" he was talking to through some clues.

The school year is over and the summer vacation is coming. As a rule, every student can write a farewell message in a notebook prepared by others. In the noisy auditorium, the boy returned the book he had just written to the girl next to him. The girl's friend looked at it and accidentally found that "you are the boring person!" " "

Originally thought it would be a wonderful meeting, originally thought it would open a precious friendship or love. However, BGM with infatuation and melancholy had already predicted everything. Another boy took a gun and shot at the people in the auditorium at will.

"When you watch this short film, another student shows signs of planned shooting. No one noticed. " This is the narration.

After the narration, the short film takes the audience back to the whole story, and the picture presented to the audience has not changed, but this time a narration is specially added to let the audience notice the inconspicuous gun man in each shot. It turns out that our eyes have been following the lettering boy, but we have ignored his back. The boy with a gun is reading a gun magazine and watching a gun video. He was hindered and bullied socially. He began to imitate gun violence ...

At the end of the film, there are the signatures of the families of the victims of the shooting at Sandy Hook Elementary School. This is a public service advertisement to prevent campus violence.

I don't approve of lettering on desks, but I also think that they are probably smarter than boys with guns.

If the boy with a gun is willing to open his heart, if people around him are willing to stare at him for a while, if there is such a suitable place to talk, if there is such a person who is willing to help him solve the problem carefully, maybe the result will be different.

However, there are often no ifs.

I don't know why recently, I always see the word depression.

At first, I was willing to pay attention to and understand depression because of "chaos", an official WeChat account.

I don't know when "disorganized" became my bedtime reading "I want what you need". Among more than 200 official WeChat accounts, only these two official WeChat accounts let me see the right eyes, and my heart is always unconsciously awkward. Listening to songs and reading articles seems to have temporarily lost contact with the outside world.

A disorganized editor named Tong C recently suffered from depression.

When Zhang Zhuren wrote She's Sick, I don't know whether he felt weak as a friend and brother, or whether he blamed himself for not really understanding depression and not being able to give her correct guidance.

I don't know how much courage Tong C needed when he came back to write "Depression is at hand | Three months' personal experience", and how much effort he made to look back at those three months in the dark, hoping to give "you who are equally sad" a life-saving rope.

After committing suicide, editor-in-chief Zhang Ci wrote an article "If you need me, please let me know". He told all depressed patients and lonely readers warmly and calmly that if you need me, I will be here.

They call depression a big black dog and can't get rid of it. Many people misunderstand depression, thinking that it is all caused by it, or because there are too many negative psychological emotions. However, it always comes without warning and without any reason.

In an instant, the world becomes dark. In an instant, there is no love, no meaning, no value and no reason.

A marketing campaign to forward donated books appeared in Weibo, titled "I have a black dog named Depression" and "A picture book for curing depression patients and peers". If someone around you needs it, take a look. Maybe it will help us who know nothing to know more, so as not to make things worse because of our ignorance.

Don't make irresponsible remarks in a reproachful tone, don't weave some illusory and untenable dreams, and don't cheer up too much. Just accompany him and say: I'm here, if you want to say it, I'll listen, otherwise, I can accompany you quietly.

Paradoxically, when I was writing this part, I looked at my mobile phone, and at 1: 00 in the morning, I jumped out of a tweet-besides Ren Hang and Kimi, she also died under the minions of "the first killer in your circle".

Beyond your circle?

Shivering, I dare not finish reading, I feel very weak.

If someone says to you: I seem to need you. Remember to tell him: I am here.

There are five people in our family and two WeChat groups. A five-person, a three-person

We are not the kind of children who have a big generation gap with their parents and have a tense relationship, but we can't tell them everything. We will fight with each other in large groups, and we will also secretly tell secrets in small groups that we don't want our parents to know.

A person carrying a bag, a person dragging a big suitcase, carrying a heavy schoolbag, no one sent or answered. A lot of people do. They came to a strange city and wanted to pursue their dreams in reality.

We thought it was sunshine and flowers outside, but we didn't expect it to be cloudy and wet. But we always present sunshine and flowers to our parents, being careful not to let them know the existence of haze and wet mud. In fact, how can parents not know? It's just that we are all willing to keep this beautiful lie.

Knocking on my notebook, I looked at the sentence "What did you eat tonight?" Stunned for a second, it's almost 8 o'clock, and I can only answer, "I ate chicken leg eggplant, which is quite delicious, better than the high school cafeteria!" But on the other hand, I will still tell my sister and brother that I haven't finished my article, I haven't eaten yet, and I may be scolded to death if I don't hand in my manuscript tonight. I'll probably go downstairs and buy instant noodles later. My younger brother will "tut tut" laugh at me, and my younger sister will send an expression pack of "you stupid dog" and laugh with a sloped smile, which will make me feel much better.

Hard life, but always feel someone behind me, by my side.

My sister has a boyfriend and my brother has a girlfriend. She took turns treating me like single dog in a small group. Although I despise all kinds of complaints, I am really happy for them. Go ahead, go ahead, I'm listening. After all, I dare not be so presumptuous in front of my parents. Let me witness your little happiness.

I will remember these shy and uneasy times for you.

Maybe this small group is our Langya grocery store.

Let's talk about "worry-free grocery store" After all, it seems that this is the theme.

Langya grocery store is a magical existence, spanning the dimension of time, just to listen to your suffering.

I also dream of writing all my troubles into a long paragraph and stuffing them into Langya grocery store. Even if you receive a blank reply, you will be relieved. But dreams are dreams after all.

It turns out that some people listen, some people are willing to put themselves in my shoes, and some people take pains to provide solutions. It's such a warm experience. It's nice. Even if it didn't help, it gave me great encouragement.

Perhaps, silent companionship and listening, a sincere but perhaps useless response can really change a lot.

A survey report shows that there are countless depressed patients in Weibo, and one depressed patient committed suicide. Weibo's last comment, 20 17 New Year's Eve, exceeded 580,000. This is the world of depressed patients, their "tree hole". They gathered here, giving each other a glimmer of hope, trying to pull their companions to the brink of death and help them move forward.

Probably this tree hole belongs to their Langya grocery store.

I often notice that many bloggers in WeChat official accounts and Weibo will set magic buttons such as tree holes. They are willing to provide a place for readers, troubled people and happy people, and try their best to help.

Shenda also has its own tree hole. I also go to see it from time to time. There are many people rowing, and some people really throw their emotions into tree holes anonymously. Because comments can't be anonymous, many people still think twice when they want to comment, and most of them give up in the end, resulting in few comments in eastern Sichuan.

I remember that apart from what I have seen so far, the most commented thing is probably that I suspect that I have depression, and I really want to end my life. In the face of such news, I saw that everyone temporarily put anonymity behind them, giving the speaker some comfort and indescribable touch. It's warm, really

Everyone has pressure, and only they know their sadness. The burden on their shoulders is getting heavier and heavier, and sometimes we really have to carry it alone. Unfortunately, maybe at some time that day, when the last straw that crushed the camel fell from the sky, we broke out, just like the boy with the gun, just like he had a diagnosis of severe depression in his hand. ...

You don't have to go alone.

Whether it's a starry sky or a plush doll, whether it's a stranger or your close friend, I hope that when you can't stand it alone, you will talk to them and say to them:

I need you.

I also wish you a warm reply:

Go ahead, I'm listening.

(Originally written in the winter vacation of 20 17, with slight modification)