Every world is miserable

To raise an autistic teenager, you need to spend more time and energy, and you need to have enough patience and endurance to tolerate their anger, irritability, and flaws.

After this meal, it seemed that Lin Xiu had completely left Lin Shiqin's life.It's time to put away the sadness and move on.

Lin Shiqin looked at the night sky, there were no stars tonight, but through the dense branches in front of the window, he saw a crescent moon, which was bright and shining.Lin Shiqin was fascinated looking at it, and his thoughts gradually diverged. When he came back to his senses when he heard the door opening, he had completely forgotten what he was thinking just now.

Song He came in with a glass of milk.A glass of milk at night can still help you sleep.

"What are you looking at?"

His voice was already soft, but with the night, it touched Lin Shiqin's heart even more softly.When he communicated with Lin Shiqin, he always showed extra patience, which is inseparable from the family environment he lived in and the education he received.

Today's Song He still didn't get Lin Shiqin's response.

Song He was not annoyed, he put the milk on the table beside him, sat beside Lin Shiqin himself, and looked out at the moonlight through the window.As a college student in the new century, busy social activities and professional courses have already occupied more than half of his time, so there is so much free time to enjoy the scenery.

Now there is a reason, stop and walk slowly.

But the phone in his pocket was vibrating relentlessly, and he took it out helplessly. The counselors in the class committee group were arranging things again, and the small group was clamoring to form a game team. He simply pretended not to see it and even vibrated Also off.

Lin Shiqin sighed, picked up a glass jar full of glass balls from the side, picked out one of his favorite glass balls, and handed it to Song He.

"Send it to you."

Song He stared at the glass ball in his hand in surprise. He couldn't believe that it was given to him by Lin Shiqin. He held the glass ball tightly, feeling that it was extremely precious.

"Thank you, I like it very much."

Lin Shiqin felt a little sweet in his heart, but he still didn't show it on his face, he just glanced at Song He occasionally to watch his expression carefully.After coming to this world, Lin Shiqin became more insensitive to emotions, less sensitive to changes in emotions, and it was even easier to distinguish between what he likes and what he doesn't like.

He looked at Song He's peach blossom eyes, and smiled sweetly at the glass ball in his hand.

Sure enough, no matter which world he is in, he always loves to laugh.

After tidying up everything, before going to bed tonight, Song He deliberately played a piece of classical music and read Lin Shiqin a bedtime story.Bedtime stories, in the eyes of adults, are always a little childish, but now Lin Shiqin likes it very much.

Song He read it with both voice and emotion, and Lin Shiqin seemed to be able to sense the changes in his emotions from his tone, so he said "ah, this thing is good, ah, so this thing is not good" "All sorts of cognitions like that.Lin Shiqin's learning ability is stronger than other autistic patients, but unlike some patients, he is a genius in a certain field.

He is an ordinary autistic patient, but he seems not so ordinary.

In the gentle tone, Lin Shiqin gradually fell asleep. He was very quiet when he slept, and his immature face stretched out at night, showing another kind of beauty.

Song He covered the quilt for him, turned off the light, and quietly left the room.

"Good night, sweet dreams."

The next day, when Wang Jinran wanted to take Lin Shiqin out, Lin Shiqin still showed strong resistance and lost his temper towards Wang Jinran.

Lin Shiqin actually felt very sorry in his heart, but he couldn't control his nameless anger.

"Xiaoqin, didn't you promise to see Aunt Xiaoxing yesterday?"

Lin Shiqin turned his head stubbornly, going out would make him feel uneasy, he clenched his hands tightly and put them on his lap.

Wang Jinran didn't force him, and repeatedly confirmed that Lin Shiqin was unwilling to go out, so he promised him not to go out, and immediately called Chen Xing to cancel the pleasure.

"Doctor Chen, I'm really sorry, Xiaoqin and I won't come this afternoon, he doesn't want to go out."

"Okay, it's okay. I'm afraid this kid has PTSD, which is what we often call post-traumatic stress disorder. Well, I'll visit some of the next two days."

"Excuse me, Doctor Chen."

"It should. After all, Xiaoqin is a child I watched grow up."

The two chatted for a long time about Lin Shiqin's condition.

And Lin Shiqin shut himself in the room, he opened the window of the bedroom, gusts of wind blew in, his hair was instantly messed up, his bangs were so long that they covered his eyes, he rubbed his face uncomfortably. Rubbing eyes.

After that, he continued to look out the window, losing his mind at the swaying leaves.

In fact, Lin Shiqin was very guilty. He always thought that as long as he called for help in time, Lin Xiu would not die, but he didn't. I was isolated and did nothing.

He is not a man indifferent to life.

[Tasker, in fact, there is no need to blame yourself so much.Lin Xiu's death was her own choice, and it was also preordained. 】

【What is life like in your program? 】

[You may not like my answer. 】

The system seldom uses the word "I" to refer to itself. It is always the system long and the system short, but this time it rarely uses the word "I".

Lin Shiqin didn't ask any more questions, he would rather just treat it as the system being unkind.Facing the wind, he yawned, and tears were instantly squeezed out.In fact, life is still a bit boring. At such times, Lin Shiqin always misses that silly dog ​​who is circling around his trouser legs.

Since I met Xiaohe, the custard must have arrived even though it was late.

After nap time, Wang Jinran came to Lin Shiqin's bedroom with a drawing book. She was ready to take Lin Xiu's place to study with Lin Shiqin. She was confident that Lin Shiqin would one day be able to communicate with ordinary people. Just like embracing the world.

She always does things with a silent enthusiasm, which the original body has never felt. The impression Lin Xiu gave the original body is always gentle and forbearing. In her, there seems to be no exception Emotions.

The intelligence of the original body is still lower than that of ordinary people, the learning speed is also very slow, and the reaction ability is not satisfactory, but Wang Jinran always looks at Lin Shiqin with praise and encouragement, which gives him a lot of motivation.

The colorful picture book instantly caught Lin Shiqin's attention.

The original body is very talented in art, although not at the level of a genius, he always has a natural sensitivity to beauty and color, but Lin Xiu has never developed in this direction with the original body.

Speaking of which, not only Lin Xiu, but even Lin Xiu's parents are also engaged in art and literature.

Lin Shiqin thought about when Lin Xiu didn't guide Yuanchen to learn art. It seemed that it was since Chen Xing once asked Yuanchen to paint his inner world. After reading that drawing, Lin Xiu didn't even let Lin Shiqin Touched the brush again.As for what was painted on the painting, I have long since forgotten it all these years.

Time always flies by when you are studying.

After reading a picture book, Wang Jinran deliberately found a comic to read with Lin Shiqin. The content of the comic was humorous but full of vitality. Lin Shiqin still liked it very much and stared at the tablet intently.

It wasn't until Wang Jinran felt his back was stiff that he realized it was too late.

She pressed her waist, seeing that Lin Shiqin was still concentrating on the manga, she smiled gratifiedly, as long as she is interested, she really likes to see Lin Shiqin's connection with this world, even if it is just a book Serialized comics.

At Song Jing's current position, many entertainments have long been unnecessary.This is exactly what he wants, so that he can go home from get off work on time to accompany his wife, and now there is another Lin Shiqin.I don't know if it was influenced by Jin Ran, but he always felt that he also had an unknown sense of closeness to Lin Shiqin.

Today he still came home early and asked Aunt Qi, and as expected, Wang Jinran stayed with Lin Shiqin all afternoon.

As if he had a tacit understanding, just as he poked his head in, Wang Jinran caught him straight. Wang Jinran gestured towards him, and Song Jing also walked over. Sitting on the sidelines adds a lot of interest to this picture.

The protagonist of this cartoon is a tree growing on the edge of a cliff. It tells the story of the animals living around him, but it also implies many real lives.

"The comics are good."

Song Jing made a judgment at the time. When faced with a problem, many people would be filled with righteous indignation, and even swear a few words in anger. It is really high to use comic humor to satirize reality like this.

Song Jing glanced at Lin Shiqin, wondering how much he understood.

Song He came back a little late today, smelling of alcohol when he came back, Wang Jinran frowned in disgust, Wang Jinran never liked their father and son drinking and smoking.

The ranking of the algorithm competition that Song He participated in before came out, and he won the first place. As soon as the news was notified, he was pressed out by his former roommate to have a good time, and he inevitably drank a few sips of wine.

Just a few sips, the smell of alcohol on his body was because he accidentally spilled the wine on his body.

"Hurry up and take a shower and change your clothes before going to accompany Xiaoqin. Don't bring this stink to me to see him."

"I know! I know!"

Sometimes Song He also wanted to compete with his half-way brother to be jealous. It has to be said that Lin Shiqin took away most of Wang Jinran's energy and attracted him, as if he had magical powers.

After taking a hasty shower, he came to Lin Shiqin with a scent of moisture and shower gel.

Lin Shiqin was carefully playing with the glass balls. Song He was dazzled when he saw the light blue quilt covered with all kinds of glass balls.He had heard earlier that Lin Shiqin liked to collect glass balls, and many of the glass balls in the house were cleaned up after the fire, and the jar of glass balls that Wang Jinran took out was the product of her continuous collection over the past few years , Bolling Shiqin had planned to use it with a smile.

Lin Shiqin glanced at Song He calmly, and frowned at his wet hair.

"hair."

"what?"

Song He pointed to his hair, and then laughed. He found the hair dryer prepared in the room, handed it to Lin Shiqin, and said to him, "Can you blow my hair for me?"

"!!"

Lin Shiqin's eyes widened, and he took the hair dryer tremblingly.

The author has something to say: Xiaoqin is still not smiling today~

Recently, I have been cooking with some grandma masters, and my car has been overturned frequently! ! !

Tomorrow weekend, I can finally sleep late, and then continue to share materials for the Liver Ideological and Political Course~

What a poor little :(