I don't have autism

A huge courtyard, fertile flowers, a wooden swing.A boy who looked like four or five years old was sitting quietly on the swing, his eyes were so clear that there was nothing in them, no smiles, no tears, just sitting quietly.

Maybe it was because his hands didn't hold the rope firmly, a gust of wind blew by, and the swing made a small arc, but the boy fell to the ground.There are no precautions around the swing. The child's skin is very fragile. Just rubbing it lightly on the ground will break the skin, mixed with a little dust, making his knees, which are only wearing cropped trousers, a bit rough. Bloody.

The boy didn't even frown, just stood up slowly like that, and sat down on the swing again, his hands still didn't grab the ropes on both sides of the swing, he didn't care about the scraped knees and elbows, and there was no tear in his eyes, Still calm.

Sitting like this for a whole day, until around seven o'clock in the evening, a servant came over, glanced at the boy contemptuously, and stretched out his hand to pull the boy up, but the boy avoided him, and suddenly became a little angry.

The servant turned around and walked away, took the tray with food and put it heavily on the ground, and left the boy alone.

There was cold toast and a glass of milk on the tray, and the boy finally looked up at the dinner.After about an hour, I got off the swing and sat on the ground in a standard posture, picked up the toast with my left hand, and tore the toast into strips with my right hand, and then slowly tore it into shreds. Sprinkle lightly on the ground.

Hearing a sound from the trees in the yard, several unknown birds flapped their wings and flew down, as if they were already familiar with the boy, they pawed the ground with their paws without any fear, pecking at the ground just like that of toast crumbs.

Seeing that the birds were full, the boy sat back on the swing again. He didn't know what he was thinking, or maybe he didn't think about anything.

The night was getting darker and darker, and the pale moonlight against the boy's purple-gray slightly curled hair seemed a little unreal. There seemed to be nothing in the dark blue eyes and there seemed to be something, but people couldn't see it, and no one went to see it. look.

After another hour or so, the boy finally got down from the swing, walked towards the house which was too big, and walked around the house without finding any door open, and went back to the house again. Sitting on the swing, eyes closed, I don't know if I fell asleep.

On the other end, inside the tennis court.Atobe Keigo felt that he was extremely irritable today, as if he felt that something would happen, but he quickly kicked out his unglamorous thoughts from his mind, and continued to lead the members to run for the preparatory activities lock up.

After just one lap, he saw a child suddenly appear in the center of the tennis court with his excellent dynamic vision.What shocked him even more was that the child's appearance was almost the same as his, of course it was him when he was a child, especially the tear mole under his right eye, which was exactly the same as his.

Running at the forefront of the team, he stopped suddenly, causing the members behind to bump into him in an unglamorous manner.

Atobe Keigo hurriedly ran towards the center of the tennis court, suddenly worried that the child sitting on the ground would be hit by the tennis ball.

Takahiro Kawaji, who has been following Keigo Atobe, also followed Keigo Atobe again. When he saw the child on the ground, a trace of curiosity appeared in his pure eyes.

Although the boy sitting on the ground had his eyes slightly closed, he had already woken up. He had already woken up when he heard the noise.It's just that he didn't move. All the senses in his body told him that he was not on the swing now, let alone in the villa built in the mountains.

He just doesn't want to move, he wonders how long it will be before anyone finds him.

Atobe Keigo quickly ran in front of the boy, opened his eyes wide like that, and stared at the boy for a long time.It wasn't until the boy felt the strong gaze that he had to open his eyes, that he half-opened his mouth a little bit.

"Ah! You are not gorgeous, you are sitting in the center of the tennis court, do you want to be smashed to death by the ball?" Keigo Atobe said before he was ready to say anything, and his harsh tone made him feel a little scared The boy will cry, you know, what he fears most is that the child will cry.

However, to his surprise, the boy just looked at him without any reaction at all, he didn't get up from the ground, he didn't make any movement to go out, and there was no tear in his eyes.

"Didn't you, a non-gorgeous brat, hear what I said?" Keigo Atobe suddenly felt upset, and continued to ask, maintaining his gorgeous principles.

The boy still didn't speak, but kept wondering in his heart, didn't his father only meet once a year?They haven't seen each other for two years since this meeting.It's just, why does his father look younger and not as cold as before.

"Atobe! What happened?" Not long after, several candidates from the tennis club came over to watch the fun.

"Wow! Another Atobe!" Xiang Hiyake jumped and ran to the front, and when he saw the boy, he shouted in surprise.

"Ah huh? What do you call another master? Is this master not so gorgeous?" Keigo Atobe turned his head and looked at Mukohidake in dissatisfaction.

"Atobe, isn't this child your illegitimate child?" Yushi Shinobu looked at Keigo Atobe with a teasing look in his eyes, and put one hand on Keigo Atobe's shoulder, with a look of "I I see through you" expression.

"Nin-zu-yu-shi-shi! Is my uncle as unscrupulous as you? Go out and play with me later!" Atobe Keigo looked at Ninzu Yushi with extreme displeasure.

"Little ghost, why are you here?" Atobe Keigo ignored the members who were purely watching the fun, and focused on the boy again.

Feeling the dissatisfaction of his father, the boy slowly stood up from the ground, saw the exit of the tennis court at a glance through the dense crowd, said nothing, just performed a standard aristocratic salute and walked towards the net Go to the exit of the stadium.

The wound on the knee that had just scabbed and not yet healed affected his nerves, causing slight pain, but he still didn't respond at all, and walked at a consistent pace, probably because his legs were too short, and walked dozens of steps Not far from Atobe Keigo.

By this time, Keigo Atobe finally discovered the wound on the boy.The long legs took a few quick steps and blocked the boy in front of him. Just as he was about to speak, he found that the boy didn't pay attention to him, but went around him and walked towards the exit of the tennis court.