I don't have autism

Atobe Keigo walked in without a trace, and sat on the other side of Atobe Keiyo, still a little embarrassed. He reached out to stroke his tear mole, but forgot that he was still holding a book in his hand, and knocked on it accidentally. remember.

"Why are you so careless, let me see." Itagaki Moyu only heard a muffled "sigh", and saw Keigo Atobe's pained expression, which really didn't match his usual gorgeousness.

"I'm fine, here, tell him." Atobe Keigo turned his head, raised the book to Itagaki Moyu's hand with one hand, and stopped Itagaki Moyu from reaching over to check Atobe Jingwu The hand on my forehead.

"It's fine." Itagaki Moyu didn't forcefully go over to see Keigo Atobe's injury, but just vaguely followed Keigo Atobe's words, and then opened the Grimm's fairy tales in German.

Itagaki silently raised his forehead helplessly. All the girls in the school knew that Keigo Atobe was good at German and Greek, but he couldn't afford to take an original book and ask her to tell stories to Keigo Atobe.

Tell a story in a language that the listener can understand... It's better to just get the translated version. Could it be that Keigo Atobe thinks her translation ability is better than those of professionals?

Although Itagaki Moyu was dissatisfied, he also knew that Keigo Atobe didn't intentionally embarrass her, but this kind of book was in line with his aesthetics.

"Jing Shi...can you hear me? Mom will tell you a story, a long time ago..." Itagaki Moyu knows German, and she is also very familiar with Grimm's fairy tales, otherwise she would never be able to tell stories so fluently of.

Atobe Keigo took the time to glance at Itagaki Moyu, seeing her serious eyes, her fingers scribing line by line on the book, and her heart felt a little itchy as if being caressed by that hand.

It has to be said that Itagaki Moyu may not be a qualified mother, but she has enough patience. What's more valuable is that she has a smile like a spring breeze, which makes people feel warm all the time.

Itagaki silently told two stories in a row, and she didn't stop until Atobe Keiyo closed her eyes and breathed evenly and long, only feeling smoke coming out of her throat.

The stories in the Grimm's fairy tales are very long, but each one is very interesting and contains profound meanings, which is why Itagaki Moyu will remember these stories.

She and Keigo Atobe gently put Keiyo Atobe into the bed, covered him with a thin quilt, and walked out of the room.

Keigo Atobe and Keiyo Atobe slept in a room, but it was only nine o'clock, not yet his bedtime.

"Atobe-kun, there are some things that I have the right to know." Itagaki Moyu still smiled, but the smile lost the temperature just now, it was as cold as a machine, and Keigo Atobe could tell it at a glance.

"Come to the study." Keigo Atobe did not refuse Itagaki Moyu, she walked into the study first, and Itagaki Moyu followed closely behind. She looked at Atobe Keigo's broad back and thought for a moment, if that The place could be hers...

Itagaki silently raised her lips with a trace of self-mockery, she was wishful thinking, it was impossible before, and even more impossible now.

As soon as Itagaki Moyu walked into the study, he saw Keigo Atobe sitting on a leather chair, with his hands crossed and his forearm joints on the solid wooden table, looking at her solemnly.

When Itagaki closed the study door silently, he subconsciously locked it with a "click", not very loud, but it was extremely ear-piercing in this quiet space.

Keigo Atobe didn't speak, as if he had acquiesced in Itagaki's silent words to lock the door, but those dark blue eyes were like sea water, unable to see to the bottom.

Itagaki silently sat opposite Keigo Atobe, not a leather chair, but a wooden chair. After she sat down, she arranged her clothes and calmly looked up at Keigo Atobe.

Not long after the eyes met, Keigo Atobe spoke first: "I can't tell you everything you want to ask."

Itagaki lowered his eyes silently, and stayed quietly until Jingwu Atobe was about to get impatient, then smiled and said: "Mr. Atobe, you don't know who Jing Shijun's mother is, do you?"

"Yeah." Keigo Atobe nodded, and didn't hide this from Itagaki silently.

"I'm done asking. Atobe-kun go to bed early, ah, don't forget your homework." Itagaki stood up silently, smoothed the folds on the hem of his clothes, nodded to Atobe Keigo, and exited the room.

Keigo Atobe has told her everything she wants to know, and she won't ask those that shouldn't be asked.

Atobe Keigo looked at Itagaki Moyu with a hint of appreciation in his eyes, and this woman did not disappoint him.

Itagaki went back to his room silently, took a change of clothes and went into the bathroom.

The jacuzzi is very comfortable, and she lays in it just to collect her thoughts.

Keiyo Atobe... is really Keigo Atobe's child, ten years younger than Keigo Atobe, and Keigo Atobe doesn't know the child's mother.

According to these inferences, this child is not from this world.

She knew that she was very unconstrained in thinking so, but all signs showed that Keiyo Atobe was not from this world, so she could only guess that this child was probably from the future.

Itagaki frowned silently, her heroism was overwhelming, which was why she rarely put on a straight face.

Now that it is known that Keiseo Atobe is from the future, his mother cannot be found, at least not now.

Itagaki Moyu thought of the booklet that Morikawa Chunxi dropped. There was a name on it and the date was recorded, so Itagaki Moyu thought it was a diary at first impression.

Why did Haruhi Morikawa write Keise Atobe's name?Itagaki's silent words are not clear, but judging from the news received from Yushi Ninzu, Haruhi Morikawa designed to kill Keiseo Atobe more than once.

She couldn't figure out why that girl who seemed to be just a little clever would do such a crazy thing.

Itagaki dried his body silently, changed into comfortable pajamas, and tossed and turned on the bed with the quilt in his arms.

It is still summer, but there is not much heat, Itagaki Moyu opened his eyes and looked around the strange environment, feeling uneasy, turned on the bedside lamp, and a ray of bright yellow light illuminated the room, which was deeper and quieter.

This room comes with a balcony. The room is divided into two parts by a hollowed-out Duobaoge-shaped shelf. A piano is placed on one side, and a drawing board is supported by a wooden frame beside the piano. There is a whole row of bookshelves, and next to the bookshelves is a writing desk.

On the other side is her bed, hangers, and her own bathroom.

Itagaki Moyu was not used to this bed, it was too spacious, enough for four people to lie on, but there was only one person, it felt strange to lie on it.

She was stunned for a while, then decisively took out the booklet from the suitcase beside the bed.

Looking carefully at the name on it, after a while, Itagaki Moyu saw a familiar name. It was a person who was arrested on suspicion of luring and killing a young girl some time ago, and was finally released due to insufficient evidence. The person had a heart attack, rescue was ineffective, and he died.