Rebirth of the Uncrowned King

The next day, I continued to go to the university to follow up on the accidental death of the student.

The response given by the school is still succinct-it can only be confirmed that the student committed suicide, and other issues, including the possible cause of suicide, are still under investigation.

Through the two girls I interviewed yesterday, I saw the photo and other materials of that student.That boy was You Can, standing in the back corner of the group photo, his expressionless face was buried in the smiling faces of other students, making it easy to ignore.

It was just such an ordinary-looking boy with a slightly melancholy temperament who walked into the man-made lake step by step the night before, and let the icy water submerge him.

The night before yesterday, I was still in the house of my hometown, immersed in the memories of my childhood, with the joy and satisfaction of returning to my parents, and full of hope for the future.

The night before yesterday, many people in this world were still laughing and laughing, even singing and dancing.Even the people in this school are happy or sad for one thing or another.They would never notice that a young life died less than a kilometer away from them.

This boy never used those social networking sites and chat tools that have long been popular among students. The only way I can get close to him is his rarely updated blog.

In the dark Internet cafe outside the campus, I breathed the turbid air mixed with the smell of smoke and instant noodles, and listened to the curses and foul language that sounded from time to time, and finished reading his sixteen diaries.

Sixteen diaries, sixteen poems.After reading it, I just felt that my throat was being strangled, and I felt like I was about to suffocate.

Between the lines of his words, in addition to the overflowing talent, what is more disturbing is the great sense of loneliness.

A high-spirited young man full of ideals, frustrated in reality, finds that ideals are too far away.In addition, he may have been hit recently, which made him despair of this world, so he embarked on the road of self-destruction-this is my rough guess.

Under each blog post, the scattered comments showed that the sending time was after yesterday, and the content was all condolences and regrets.Those who knew him and those who didn't know him all left a few words, and I also followed some of the messages and saw some eulogies written for him by some students.

Those eulogies, to be honest, are a bit hypocritical.I don't know if the author really missed him, or just used it to gain popularity, or even follow the fashion.You Can's death has sparked heated discussions on the Internet, and many eulogies have reached hundreds of thousands of views.

However, I think, if You Can had a soul in the sky, he would not be willing to accept the excitement and attention.Probably he will still feel a kind of feeling of being ruined.

Walking out of the Internet cafe, it was already noon.I'm not in a good mood, and I want to find a restaurant to have a good meal first, and then continue the interview in the afternoon.

In the end, I was stopped after walking a few steps. When I looked back, Zhao Wei waved to me, "Reporter Ye, how are you—"

Not to mention, although he looks delicate, his voice is not low at all, it is sharp and thin, especially penetrating.

When he stopped me like this, I couldn't lose face, so I turned around and walked over to say hello to him: "Hello, I went back so late yesterday, and you still came out to set up a stall at noon today?"

Zhao Wei winked at me: "It's not because of these little bastards. If I don't come once, they will start to miss me." After finishing speaking, he asked the boy closest to him: "Why are you looking at me like this? Am I wrong?"

"No, that's right at all. Not seeing you is more sad than not seeing my girlfriend." The boy said with a smile.

"I hate it!" Zhao Wei twisted his waist and added seasoning powder to the skewers. After a while, a few skewers of golden and crispy chicken wings were finished.He distributed it to the students in front of the booth, and then handed the last bunch to me.

"Please eat, you're welcome." Zhao Wei handed it to me with one hand, and picked up a few skewers of mutton with the other to roast.

"Who is he, why did you send him off and not me?" A student joked with him: "We will be jealous if you are so eccentric."

Zhao Weilan pointed in the direction of the student and nodded: "How can you compare with him, he is my future wife's roommate, and he is the family I want to try my best to please."

As soon as he said this, I almost choked to death on the chicken bone, coughed several times before recovering, and looked at him: "You mean, you regard Wang Jiawen as your future wife?"

Zhao Wei winked at me: "Don't say his name, it makes his heart beat fast."

I looked at the sky, it seemed that Zhao Wei really took Wang Jiawen to heart, silently prayed for Wang Jiawen's future fate for a few seconds, I continued to bow my head, and ate the delicious chicken wings clean.

At Zhao Wei's stall, I was stuffed with a bunch of chicken wings and a bunch of mutton, and I was actually full.Thinking back carefully, it turned out that I ate three skewers of chicken wings, six skewers of mutton, four skewers of tenderloin, five skewers of steamed buns and a lot of skewers of vegetables.

Eat people's mouth is soft, I am naturally embarrassed to fill my stomach and leave, so I chatted with him on the sidelines.When all the things on his stall were sold out, I wanted to go up and help him clean up, but he pushed me away: "You big clean reporter, what are you doing with these greasy things, stand aside quickly, I'm alone Get used to it."

Not to mention, this Zhao Wei looks smaller than me, and seems to be stronger than me, he is not weak at all when he packs his things, and his movements are very nimble.What surprised me even more was that he also brought a small broom to sweep away the rubbish scattered beside the stall after sorting things out.

Maybe because he noticed that I was looking at him, Zhao Wei turned his head and smiled at me: "Auntie, the sanitation worker who cleans here, is old. It's not kind to ask her to clean up the garbage I made."

I also smiled at him. To be honest, this Zhao Wei, the longer we get along with him, the more people think he is good.Although occasionally his words and deeds make people a little cold, but his heart is really good, and he doesn't look like a person who can play with emotions. It's really good to be paired with Wang Jiawen, who has a knife mouth and a bean curd heart.

"Don't worry, as long as you are serious about the matter between you and Wang Jiawen, I will definitely help you!" I said as we walked together.Zhao Wei's eyes lit up first, then he pursed his lips and lowered his head: "You, don't you think there's something wrong with me? People think I'm a sissy, laugh at me, and say I'm mentally ill, but that's how I was before. It's not that I haven't changed it, but I can't change it. Before the change, I was at ease, but after the change, I am uncomfortable, and so are others... Tell me, would Wang Jiawen think the same way, would he despise me? "

I didn't expect him to say such a lot of words so frankly, and I was a little dazed for a while.Xiao Ping is a rough boss, he only knows that his cousin is a sissy, and he doesn't care what Zhao Wei thinks at all.It turns out that Zhao Wei is not without worries, his mind is obviously very sensitive!

"He won't dislike you." I patted Zhao Wei to reassure him: "I'll tell you a secret, your brother must have never told you, Wang Jiawen, he doesn't like women, he likes men by nature, so Your hopes are great!"

"Really?" Zhao Wei raised his head, looked at me with sparkling eyes, showing a very delicate, but not at all feminine, and even childish smile.

"Of course it's true!" I nodded, feeling relieved and envious in my heart. Wang Jiawen's spring seems to have come, but I don't know where my spring is yet!