Chapter 46

Ji Yuze ignored him.

Ning'an didn't feel embarrassed. She gave a smile.

President he said, "Xiao Ning, you come with me."

"All right." Ning'an followed president he and closed the door lightly.

Outside is the bright sunshine, the people in a hurry, and the fresh air.

It's two different worlds from inside the door.

Dean he took a look at the door, then moved his eyes to Ning'an: "you see, that child is actually a very poor man."

Ning An nodded.

President he sighed, "Ozawa's life experience is also very poor. I'll tell you when I have time."

After a pause, he said, "but the people in the courtyard basically know something. If you hear from them, don't mention it in front of Ozawa."

"Don't worry, Dean," Ning An said with a smile, "I have the sense of propriety."

"Well, I hope you can take good care of Ozawa," he said with a smile. "No one has been here before, but later..."

He frowned, as if the memory were not very pleasant.

Ning An asked, "what happened?"

President he did not answer the rhetorical question: "do you know what is the most obvious performance of patients with depression?"

Ning An shook his head in amazement.

"It's anxiety."

President he whispered, "anxiety about the world, about others, about yourself."

"This kind of anxiety, in Ozawa, becomes a fuse. As long as it is touched and ignited, it will wake up the violent factor in his body."

"Although Ozawa looks weak," he said with a wry smile, "there is a fierce force hidden in his body. Be cruel to others and yourself. "

Ning An frowned.

He didn't feel afraid or disgusted because of what Dean he said. He just felt that the child was really poor.

Just like hedgehogs are stimulated by the outside world and drum up their spines, jiyuze is extremely sensitive to malice.

Perhaps in his heart, the safest place is to curl up into a small ball of the corner of the bed.

It takes too much despair to make a child like this.

Ning An couldn't help sighing. He once again assured president he: "president, please believe me. I can't guarantee that it will make him better, but it won't make him worse

President he patted him on the shoulder, nodded and turned back to the office.

Ning An stands at the door, looking through the glass window on the door, the boy on the bed still keeps the action just now.

If it wasn't for the sour feeling of not blinking for a long time, jiyuze might have been staring at that wave point without blinking.

With a low sigh, he unlocked the door and went in.

There is a small desk near the wall in the room. The desk is very clean with only a few books.

Ning An goes to sit down and draws out a book at will.

The curtains were drawn in the room, and the light was dim. He frowned uncomfortably.

Ning An looks up at Ji Yu Ze, and Wen Sheng asks, "can I turn on the light?"

Without raising his head, Ji Yu pointed under the table.

Ning An doubtfully bent down to explore for some time, found a lamp.

He picked up the lamp and put it on the table, turned on the switch and turned the light to the softest warm yellow light.

Jiyuze did not speak, neither did he.

The room only occasionally sounded the sound of the pages turning, the sound of shallow breathing, and the sound of the breeze blowing the curtain corner.

I don't know how long after that, jiyuze finally took his eyes away from that little wave point and looked up at Ning'an.