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I think I finally understand why some people hate children so much.

I think I can finally understand what it's like to take care of a mentally handicapped person.

No, I can't say that, after all, this retarded man is my boyfriend.

I stirred the porridge, picked up the spoon and blew twice, and then fed it to the mouth of the "fool" in front of me, "Come on, Eli, open your mouth."

The idiot in front of me stared at me, then at the porridge, then turned his face away coldly.

"Fuck!" I "put" the porridge that I had worked so hard for most of the day on the table, feeling extremely frustrated in my heart. Yes, I haven't taught Eli any useful things in the past two days. After walking a few steps and opening your mouth to eat, you can only take it out for others to see.

And now, he actually doesn't want to eat my cooking!I know, it's all the doctor's fault, who told him to "share" with me and Eli yesterday a steak made by a federal special chef, so that Eli, an "unknown" "giant baby", tasted it for the first time "Good" stuff.

So now he sneers at my "cooking skills", which are not even considered as beginners, and turned his face away, expressing that he doesn't want to take a second look.

Very good Eli, I didn't learn anything, I only learned to be picky eaters, right?

So I took my porridge to the kitchen, sprinkled a few grains of salt, and took it out again.

"Come on, Eli, open your mouth." I did what I've done countless times recently but never before a few days ago—spoon-feed someone.

Eli opened his mouth and ate it, then frowned, and took a long time to swallow it. Then he glanced at me who was carrying the spoon again, and turned his head for the nth time, expressing that he didn't want to talk to me.

Well, he really was born to be a prince!

"You don't eat?" I asked him.

He didn't respond.

"Fuck, don't eat! Anyway, you are in good health, you won't starve to death!" I stood up, walked to the living room, crossed my legs, and turned on the TV.

And Eli was still sitting where he was, his eyes were staring at me, and he didn't move. Maybe he didn't understand why I suddenly let go of me, but unfortunately I really couldn't do it anymore.

I've never taken care of anyone in my life, I know it's not an easy job, but you just look at one person, he doesn't listen to you or speak, just sticks there like a stake, you can't beat him or scold him Feeling guilty when I want to lose my temper makes me feel aggrieved.

"Eli," I hooked my fingers at Eli who was stuck in place, "Come here."

Eli is very "obedient". He doesn't understand what I'm talking about, but he can understand what I mean by watching my movements. He got up, avoided the tables and chairs, and walked towards me with a slightly unskilled pace.

When he walked to the junction of the living room and the dining room, he staggered suddenly. I was anxious when I saw it, and I quickly stood up and ran to him to support him. laugh!

I think there is no need to learn to express happiness, but at this moment, why is he so happy?

"Are you pretending?" I asked, and I had to look up as he straightened up, which took my breath away, but I also realized that talking to Eli at this moment was like playing the piano against the cow.

Then I asked him to take two steps, and found that he was already walking like flying, and he turned his head to look at my expression, which felt like "stupid?"

Yep, I got scammed by a guy with only a few days of memory.

That afternoon, I was sitting on the same bed as Eli, and he looked at me with a smile in his eyes, unexpectedly without a hint of stupidity, but I couldn’t match him with the previous Eli anyway, as for the difference, I don't know either.

I have only one purpose now - to teach him to speak.

I pointed to myself, "Dad."

Eli was still looking at me like he didn't understand what I wanted him to do, but the way he looked at me, it wasn't that he was an idiot, it was that I was an idiot.

"Eli, call Dad."

Eli raised his brows. I don't know where he learned it. At this moment, I thought back to yesterday, the doctor's raised eyebrows when he saw Eli, who was not very proficient in walking.

Probably at that time he saw it.

I couldn't stand being stared at by Eli, so I stepped forward and pinched his chin, "Move your mouth, Eli! Move your mouth!"

Eli's mouth opened, revealing perfect teeth and a bright red tongue.

I couldn't help but swallow my saliva, and then desperately told myself - don't think about it, now you are his father, you can't do that kind of thing between father and son!

"Speak! Eli!" I didn't know how to get him to talk, I haven't heard him make any sound for two days.

What the hell... I felt a chill in my heart, could it be that Eli's throat has not been healed?

"Talk to Eli!" I yelled again, but the man on the other side was indifferent, his expression seemed to be watching monkey juggling.

By the way, if he hurts, he will always make a sound, right?I just want to make sure that he has not lost the ability to speak at this time.

So I lay Eli down, turn him over, and hit him hard, hard... on the bottom.

Eli turned his head slowly, looking at me with a somewhat... gloomy expression.

I'm sure I just pushed hard, but Eli he... still didn't make a sound.

What the hell, could it be... Really dumb!I stared blankly at Eli, and Eli also looked at me with a displeased face. The air seemed to be frozen. After a while, suddenly, I heard:

"whispering sound……"

Well, he can speak, I don't know why, although what he said was just a syllable expressing disdain, I was a little happy, but I quickly realized, what does this kid mean?

"Eli, sit up." I took out the "elderly demeanor", watched Eli get up expressionlessly, and quickly sat up as I said, but he didn't sit still, but continued to stand up... On the bed, he looked at me condescendingly.

I thought about it, and decided to sit, because even standing is not as tall as him, and I can't overwhelm him, so I can only wrap my hands together, "Eli, don't say 'tch' to Dad, understand?" I explain.

Eli let out another "tss" when he heard the words.

OK, Eli, great!I felt the corners of my mouth twitch, "Okay, Eli, I'm not angry," even though I knew he couldn't understand, but I still said, "This is also a good opportunity to exercise you." Then, I moved down Bed, go out of the room.

Eli came out quickly, he looked at me sitting on the sofa, I also looked at him, after a while, I saw him walking towards the drinking water instrument, raised his hand and knocked on the instrument, then turned to look at me, I knew he The meaning of - this uncle wants to drink water, pour it for me quickly!

Brat!

"Eli, this is an opportunity to exercise you." I put the water glass on the coffee table with a "snap", "Here is the water glass, pour it yourself."

He should have understood my words from my actions. He stepped forward to pick up the water glass, turned around and walked slowly to the drinking fountain. I saw him take out a whole glass of steaming boiling water and stared at it for a long time. , probably also understand that it can't be drunk, he glanced at me, saw that I didn't say anything, and then...

Then he stretched out his hand and poured the hot water on the ground. He frowned because the hot water splashed on his instep, and then he stood on a stool not far away and continued to pour.

I felt my forehead throbbing, "Eli!" He glanced at me, and after pouring it, he took another glass of water, which seemed to be cold water, walked slowly to my side, and then sat down very naturally , looking at me, that look, obviously asking: "What are you calling me for?"

He seems to understand that "Eli" is his title.

Seeing this, I felt a little strangely relieved, but I still couldn't stand what he did just now. I snatched the water he just picked up and drank it all in one gulp, "You..." I couldn't bear it anymore. Know how to express my mood at this time, "You..."

I don't believe I can't teach him well!

I dragged him to the bathroom and found a mop, and asked him to mop up all the water stains just now.

Because of my demonstration, he did not make any mistakes this time, but I saw his expression and felt that he had no intention of repenting at all, so I found a small stick and hit his hand not too hard, " Do you know you were wrong? This is punishment!"

He should feel the pain, he frowned, and looked at me with grievances in his eyes.

Seeing his pitiful little eyes, I couldn't take it anymore, and he extinguished the anger that was just brewing. I sighed, and couldn't help touching his head, "Eli, just say Say something."

I don't know if he understood my language, but after a while, he uttered a word clearly: "You..."

This voice is so familiar, it seems to come from a very far away place, I stared at him for a while, and when I came back to my senses, I found that I couldn't help hugging him, "Eli... Thank you..." Thank you You Eli, you have gradually learned these trivial things in life, which is the greatest redemption for me.

What I didn't expect was that Eli actually hugged me back. I think he probably did it because he felt it was very comfortable and he liked it very much.

I quickly realized that what I just did was overreaching, and I had sworn in my heart that I would suppress my emotions so as not to affect Eli's recovery, but I felt bad for my reaction at this time .

I pushed Eli away, let him sit on the couch, and got down to teaching him how to talk.

"You, Eli," I told him, pointing at him.

"You..." He pointed at me.

"No no no," I turned his fingers around, "you should say, 'I,' Eli."

"Me," he pointed to himself, "Eli."

"Me." I pointed to myself, "Brother."

Because the doctor told me that in front of this Eli, it is best not to let him emphasize the nouns of the things that affect him, which means try not to let him be contaminated with the previous things...for example, my name, so...

Eli quickly understood, pointing at me, "You... brother."

"Yes, I am your brother. From now on, you will call me brother." I smiled at Eli and told him so.

"Brother..." The way he looked at me let me know that he was calling me.

For some reason, my heart sank at that moment, but the corners of my mouth curled up perfectly, "Well, yes, very good Eli."

I didn't expect that my next move would be a hug from him.

"Eli?" I didn't understand at first, but quickly realized, "Hug." I said.

"Hug?" Eli left me and repeated the word obediently. Soon, he composed his own sentence: "I...hug you?"

"No Eli," I shook my head at him, "you can't hug me, you can't hug your brother."

He frowned, pointed at me, "You..." and pointed at himself, "Hug me."

From his expression, I understood what he meant—just now, you took the initiative to hug me.

To me, this is condemnation.

I said, "I'm sorry." I shook my head at him, "I won't do that in the future."