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Shen Ting was pushed back two steps by the boy, and almost sat down on the ground. After stabilizing his figure, he looked at the boy in surprise, not knowing where he had offended him.

"Master, are you alright?"

The middle-aged man stood up and walked to the boy, helped him sit back in the chair, then squatted down, trying to help him roll up his pants to check if he was injured, but the boy avoided him, "Uncle Li, I'm fine."

Uncle Li was worried, "Really?"

The boy nodded and changed the subject, "Is there sun today? I want to sit outside for a while."

Uncle Li said, "Yes, wait a minute, I'll move a chair out first."

Uncle Li took out a small wicker chair that was leaning against the door and put it under the old locust tree in the yard that could not get the sun. you call me."

"Thank you, Uncle Li," the boy said, "you can go."

After Uncle Li entered the door, he found that Shen Ting was still standing by the dining table, looking at a loss, so he smiled and said, "Did you get scared just now?"

Shen Ting shook his head, "No." In fact, he was a little scared, but he would not tell Uncle Li, he was afraid that Uncle Li would not let him come in the future.

Uncle Li didn't expose him, and said: "The young master may not like strangers very much, if you want, you can talk to him more, and it will be fine when you get to know each other better."

Shen Ting nodded vigorously, "I will."

Uncle Li packed up the dishes and took them to the kitchen to wash. Shen Ting went outside and saw the young man sitting in a chair under the old locust tree, "looking" ahead, wondering what he was thinking.

Shen Ting walked over, he was a little nervous, he thought about several ways to talk to the boy in just a few steps, but he didn't know which one to choose.Finally, he went to the boy and knelt down, looked up at him and said, "My name is Youyou, what's your name?"

The boy turned his head and "looked" at him.

When the two looked at each other, Shen Ting's heart jumped suddenly. At that moment, he felt that the other party seemed to be able to see him.

Of course the boy couldn't see him, he just stared at him with a pair of beautiful but cold eyes, neither spoke nor showed any expression.Shen Ting exhaled cautiously and said, "How old are you?"

The boy "looked" at him for a while, then turned his head away, staring forward as before, still silent.

Shen Ting felt a little bored, so he simply sat down on the ground with his legs crossed, his hands dragging his cheeks, and watched the scenery outside the courtyard with him.

Although the sun cannot be exposed to the sun under the old locust tree, when the sun rises higher and higher, the temperature gradually rises, Shen Ting feels hot, and he wants to go back to the house, but the boy still sits there motionless , as if he couldn't feel the heat, his face was clean, not even a drop of sweat.

The two of them sat under the tree all morning. When they were about to eat at noon, Shen Ting's grandmother came over and saw him sitting in the yard. She said "Ouch" and said, "Why don't you tell me when you come out?" Just a word, I've been looking for you all morning."

Shen Ting quickly stood up, looked at grandma's sweaty clothes, and whispered guiltily: "I'm sorry, I forgot."

Grandma didn't blame him, but just sighed and said, "Come back with me, your mother is coming back for dinner."

Shen Ting's mother's name is He Yun. She usually weaves fishnets with her grandmother at home. Every summer, she goes to a small factory in the town to do cheap popsicle packaging. But she still works every day, because she has no education and can't do anything else.

There is no food in the factory, so He Yun will go home to eat at noon every day, and he will be home soon at this time.

When grandma pulled Shen Ting, she also noticed that there seemed to be something wrong with the boy's eyes, but she didn't want to ask more questions, so she said to him: "Our family Youyou has caused you trouble, I'm sorry."

The young man didn't answer, at this moment Uncle Li came out from the room and said, "It's okay, Youyou is very likable."

Of course, grandma likes to hear others praise her grandson, and said with a smile: "Hello, we live in the yard next to your house, and you can come to us if you need anything."

Uncle Li said, "Thank you."

"Then let's go back first." Grandma pulled Shen Ting to go out, but Shen Ting was still looking at the boy at this moment, grandma tugged at his arm and said, "Hurry up."

Uncle Li said at this time: "Youyou, come to play after dinner, we are always at home."

Shen Ting was immediately happy, "Good!"

In the afternoon, Shen Ting really went again, and he ran to the next door for several days, but the relationship between him and the boy didn't make any progress.

The young man's life is very boring, except for eating, he is in a daze every day, he doesn't talk to anyone except talking to Uncle Li, of course, Shen Ting is the only one in this group of people.

Just like now, Shen Ting sat beside him and asked him: "Where did you and Uncle Li come from?"

Naturally, he still didn't get any answer. If he hadn't heard him talking to Uncle Li, Shen Ting would have thought that he was deaf-mute, oh no, he was deaf-mute and blind.That's really pathetic.

Fortunately, he is not like this, Shen Ting thought.

But just blind is pitiful enough, unable to see the beautiful sunrise and sunset, the town, and him.

Shen Ting's mood suddenly became a little sad. He lowered his head and scratched at a place on his trousers that was about to be torn. After a while, that place was pierced by his fingers.

Shen Ting sighed, and sat in a different posture. His body was so soft that it could almost be folded in half. He bent one leg and hugged it in his arms, resting his chin on his knee. He picked up a small stone and scribbled on the ground.

"What are you drawing?"

Suddenly, a voice like a clear spring appeared in his ear, Shen Ting paused suddenly, and turned to look at the people beside him in surprise, "What are you talking about?"

The boy was also "looking" at him and asked, "What are you painting?"

Shen Ting was taken aback, looked down at the ghost painting talisman on the ground, and said, "I, I'm drawing."

The boy continued to ask: "What to draw?"

Shen Ting didn't want him to know that he didn't draw anything meaningful, but he didn't want to lie to him, so he could only whisper: "I don't know how to draw."

"Oh." The boy said lightly, and then continued to remain silent.

Shen Ting was a little annoyed, he felt that it was because he couldn't speak that he was talking to death, he just got up a little emotionally and then fell down, he raised his hand and scratched his hair, the corners of his mouth were turned down.

That night, Shen Ting had a dream. He dreamed that the boy's eyes could see, and he was drawing on the ground at that time. The boy pointed to his "painting" and said contemptuously, "It's so ugly."

After Shen Ting woke up, he quickly climbed out of bed, found his piggy bank from the small cabinet under the desk and opened it. He counted the money in it, but he didn't know if it was enough. Putting it on my body, while my grandma was making breakfast in the kitchen, I ran out the door, ran to the small shop down the mountain, and asked the boss, "I want to buy color pens and picture books, how much do they cost?"