[Wearing Books] School Bully Loves Little Milk Cake

Jian Zhao was sitting on the sofa in a suit and leather shoes. Father Xie was sitting opposite him and was talking to him. After seeing Jian Zhao, Ke Ai subconsciously hid in the room like a frightened cat.

When the nanny had brought the breakfast to the dining table and it was time to eat, Ke Ai still had no intention of going downstairs. Xie Zhuo, who was preparing breakfast for Ke Ai in the kitchen, suddenly had a bad feeling.

Ke Ai has always been very obedient, punctual and polite, like this, he kept them waiting after the meal time, and it only happened when he was just picked up by Xie Yuan, and later he was comforted by the psychiatrist. Next, although it is still very quiet, it will not completely close itself.

The fear of the nightmare recurring made Xie Zhuo a little uneasy. Xie Yuan, who came in to pour a glass of milk, Xie Zhuo handed an unbaked bread to his hand, turned around and walked out of the kitchen door to go upstairs.

Sitting on the sofa, Jian Zhao looked calm on the surface, but his palms were already sweating from tension.

In their country, they don't often invite guests to their home for gatherings. Most of the gatherings are in hotels outside. It's not easy for Jian Zhao to get such an opportunity, and of course he won't give up easily.

Xie Zhuo moved quickly, quickly went upstairs to the door of Ke Ai's room, pressed the door handle and walked in.

The curtains in the bedroom were tightly drawn, and none of the lights were turned on. The darkness made people feel a little breathless. Xie Zhuo pressed the switch on the wall and saw Ke Ai crouching in the corner of the room holding a hedgehog doll. Suddenly it is a tight.

Walked in front of Ke Ai with light steps, stretched out his hand and gently rubbed his head, the irritable Xie Zhuo softened his voice, patiently calming Ke Ai's emotions.

"Baby, tell me what's wrong, okay? Brother will protect you, don't be afraid."

Ke Ai seemed to be awakened by Xie Zhuo's words, and slowly raised his head, his clear eyes were empty, and a line of clear tears slowly slid down the corners of his eyes.

——The hedgehog doll that Ke Ai regarded as a treasure was thrown aside by him at this time, and Xie Zhuo was hugged by his slender arms, and his hoarse voice was a little stuttering.

"Brother, brother... I don't want to go out."

Jian Zhao will always be a regret buried in Ke Ai's heart that will never be let go. He will feel uncomfortable and angry. What's more, it is the surprise and love he brought to himself in that short period of time, which is so gentle that Ke Ai Ai will never forget it in his life.

Ke Ai used to think that his fear of darkness and his aversion to cramped spaces would accompany him for the rest of his life because of childhood shadows.

After returning to this country, Ke Ai gradually got used to the darkness, and even indulged in the darkness. There was no difference between opening his eyes and closing them, so quiet that he seemed to be the only one left in the world.

Ke Ai, who was originally noisy and coquettish, was enough to make the whole family love him. Xie's father, who loves his wife like his life, let their youngest son take his mother's surname, which is enough to show how much he attaches importance to this child.

Xie Yuan has always doted on his two younger brothers, and he dotes on the well-behaved Ke Ai even more than the rebellious Xie Zhuo.

And when Xie Zhuo was rebellious, he disliked his younger brother for being too noisy, and he always felt guilty about Ke Ai's current situation. The whole family is working hard to let Ke Ai experience the warmth of the family according to what the psychologist said.

Last week, the psychiatrist had a long talk with Xie Yuan.

Years of treatment did not bring about a more effective method, and he even realized that Ke Ai was deceiving his family and even himself.

It seems that before he was able to realize his inadequacies and cooperate with the treatment, which belongs to the best treatment category among mental patients, but now, he even started to deceive himself.

Create a false perception that you are not sick, and then your condition worsens, developing in the direction of depression and anxiety.

The worst result is self-harm, or even...suicide.

"If you don't want to go out, don't go out, but you still have to eat breakfast. I'll serve it to you, okay?"

"Ah."

Xie Zhuo took out a tissue to help Ke Ai wipe away his tears. Seeing Ke Ai curled up in a ball restlessly, his heart was heavy like a huge stone was pressed on his heart.

If you don't experience it yourself, you will never understand how painful everything the client has encountered has caused him.

Xie Zhuo didn't understand, but he chose to respect.

He went downstairs and entered the kitchen with a sullen face. Xie Yuan, who was originally sitting at the dining table, also stood up and went to the kitchen. Seeing Xie Zhuo making breakfast, he asked softly, "What's wrong?"

"Ke Ai said he didn't want to come down, and my mother wanted to ask you what's wrong? It's been like this since you came back yesterday."

Xie Yuan carefully recalled the scene of Ke Ai going to his office yesterday, and carefully analyzed the abnormalities in his mind.

The psychiatrist said that the fixed furnishings can bring Ke Ai more sense of security, so Xie Yuan's office rarely changes, and the secretary who usually picks up Ke Ai is also the one who picks up Ke Ai.

The only difference is Jian Zhao.

And just now, he seemed to hear Ke Ai's voice coming downstairs. Ke Ai was always well-behaved, and would come to have breakfast with them no matter what.

If he really went downstairs but didn't make it to the restaurant, the extra people in their house today and in his office yesterday would also be Jian Zhao.

Xie Yuan was keenly aware of something wrong with his partner, and the vice president of his company sent him a message last night, saying that this partner seemed impolite and liked to inquire about other people's privacy.

Xie Yuan only vaguely had a clue about the undecided matter and didn't say it out. He helped Xie Zhuo prepare Ke Ai's breakfast together.

Xie Zhuo went out with Ke Ai's breakfast, and when he reached the stairs, he suddenly turned his head and glanced at Xie Yuan, and said loudly: "Brother, you can call Dr. Ai Qi later and ask him to come over." Bar."

Jian Zhao, who was originally sitting on the sofa with a rather natural appearance, lost his composure a little when he heard this sentence, and took a sip of tea to cover it up.

At the dinner table, Father Xie didn't notice anything wrong, and apologized to Jian Zhao for Ke Ai's rudeness, and Jian Zhao asked casually as if out of curiosity: "I don't know, why didn't that child of yours go downstairs to eat? I just heard that it has something to do with doctors? There are many excellent doctors in our country, if you need them, I can help introduce them."

Xie Yuan became more vigilant when he heard Jian Zhao's words, and before he could change the subject in a hurry, Xie's mother spoke first.

"I don't know if Mr. Jian knows a good psychiatrist. My child has some psychological problems because he was stimulated. He is very resistant to contacting us."

When Jian Zhao heard Xie's mother say this in a gentle voice, he almost lost his grip on the chopsticks in his hand, barely maintained his elegant mask, nodded slightly and politely replied: "I know a few, wait for me to turn around How about helping you get in touch?"

"Okay, that's really troublesome for you."

"No, that's what I should do."

Looking back, Jian Zhao brought a well-known domestic psychiatrist to visit on the third day.

Xie's mother has been busy with Ke Ai's illness for so many years. She has memorized the names of almost all psychiatrists at home and abroad. When she saw the doctor she had hired for a long time appeared in front of her house There are bound to be surprises.

The doctor was brought by Jian Zhao. Xie Yuan had activities at school today, and Xie Yuan had work, so no one was on guard. Jian Zhao followed Xie's mother to Ke Ai's room on the second floor.

Mother Xie knocked on the door lightly, and waited for 2 minutes before pushing the door open.

After the door was pushed open, Jian Zhao frowned uncontrollably in the dark room. He never forgot the fear that Ke Ai expressed after the sudden power outage at school, and even couldn't help but began to suspect that outsiders had heard that Xie's family doted on Ke Ai. Is it true or not?

If it was true, wouldn't it even be clear that he was afraid of the dark?

"Ke Ai, mom turned on the light."

After Mother Xie finished speaking, she also waited for a while before turning on the switch. The bedroom was carpeted. On the carpet, a boy in a black sweater was sitting cross-legged on the carpet, holding a drawing book and brush in his hand. It seemed that he was coloring.

The lights that came on suddenly failed to attract his attention at all, as if he had locked himself in his own small world.

Mother Xie approached with the psychiatrist and Jian Zhao. Ke Ai's drawing board was a road paved with thorns. On both sides stood the Grim Reaper holding a sickle.

——The color of the whole painting is very bold, even though it is not yet completed, it can make people clearly perceive the despair contained in it.

Looking at Ke Ai again, his light golden hair was a little dull and a little long, lying messily by his ears, with a decadent look.

Originally, I had repeatedly warned myself to be patient countless times in my heart, and I had made all the proper plans and well-arranged plans, but when I saw Ke Ai who looked like this, it suddenly fell apart.

Jian Zhao thought that when he learned about Ke Ai's experience from Jing Shao's mouth, his heart was distressed enough, but when the sunny and delicate young man with a small smile in his eyes now became this gloomy and indifferent appearance, he was alive and well. When Jian Zhao appeared in front of his eyes, his heart ached terribly.

Nose is sore, don't turn your head and don't dare to look again.

Psychiatrist, how much harm did that incident bring to Ke Ai, to make him look like this, even need a psychiatrist?

Jian Zhao's thinking is the same as that of most Chinese people, he subconsciously feels that it is not good to see a doctor, let alone a psychiatrist.

But now, Xie's mother did not hesitate to tell the doctor Ke Ai's diagnosis by a psychiatrist one by one in front of Jian Zhao.

Autism is developing in the direction of depression, accompanied by the possibility of self-harm and suicide at any time.

Every word is like a sharp knife, mercilessly piercing the softest part of Jian Zhao's heart.

Jian Zhao endured and endured, but in the end he couldn't hold it back. He walked up to Ke Ai quickly, stretched out his long arms to wrap around Ke Ai's shoulders, and said in a hoarse voice, "Little boy, you...what's the matter with you?"