The invulnerability of fast wear

What happened later was all diluted in the muddy nightmare.

Wu Xie remembered that the young man begged him to read a yellowish fairy tale, and they read it in a low voice under the pillow. The polished glass is both transparent and smooth.

Perhaps it was the exhaustion from the night watch that finally surfaced. He fell asleep unknowingly in such a safe and comfortable environment, and then fell into the deep and deep space, wandering through the specious pictures, until the touch of the paper felt from the fingertips. It was transmitted intermittently, some buttons were turned on, he tried his best to open his still heavy eyelids, and vaguely saw the young man's white chin.

He tried to turn over, but he felt something restrained on the back of his neck, and he didn't have time to touch it. The other party's soft and light voice was like sand grains that were finely divided into fog and scattered in the air.

"Is the teacher awake?"

For a moment, Wu Xie couldn't tell whether he was in reality or dreaming.

But after Yin Song opened his mouth, his consciousness quickly returned, and all the temporarily blocked impressions were activated. He remembered the system, the mission, Mr. Yan, and the accident that happened at the last transfer station.

Although the thoughts are messy, the process of sorting out the fragments can give people a sense of reality, which is enough to fill the emptiness after waking up from a dream, and there is still room for suppressing the heaviness that cannot be found in the depths of the heart. Store properly.

"teacher?"

The young man slammed into his arms coquettishly, although the designed force looked fierce, but in fact it just hit him lightly like a doll, without causing the slightest sudden pain.

"Um……"

The man looked up at the ceiling, squinting his eyes.

The light now is a bit different from when he came in - the curtains are tightly drawn, the room is dark, and the faint white light can only lie dormant on the floor. After the air conditioner is turned down, the summer heat is completely excluded, which is really suitable sleep.

I don't know how long Yin Song has been staring at him and sleeping here. Seeing this considerate and gentle posture, the boy obviously doesn't want him to wake up so soon.

There was a creature warmly pressed against its chest, rubbing its fluffy head against him like a small animal. This strange enthusiasm was completely different from the indifference shown by the young man in front of others, but Wu Xie understood what was going on.

Yin Song suffers from Asperger's Syndrome.

Although Asperger's Syndrome belongs to the autism spectrum, this kind of patients are not repulsive and even enthusiastic about establishing connections with other people. Feelings, just boringly repeating things that you like or are interested in, and let your "experience" or preferences speak.

However, the Yin Song he has come into contact with now seems to have undergone specialized psychological treatment. Except for some strange language and behavior, other places do not make people feel particularly uncomfortable, so that it is to a morbid level—— — On the contrary, he felt that this child was unexpectedly lively and cute, and he even had a sense of déjà vu when he saw "Yan Sui" when he was a child.

Because of this, not only was he unable to start this customs clearance task, but he couldn't even find a thread to pull.

——Cure Yin Song.

But in the face of a child whose autism is almost cured, both on the outside and inside, he doesn't know what else he can do to achieve the so-called "cure" 100%.

"Teacher." The young man wrapped his arms around his neck with a quiet posture, "You smell very good."

The slender fingers penetrated into the other's short and black hair, and the amber eyes filtered out the man's face. Yin Song raised his head and stared at the man intently, trying to look into the deep dark pool.

"Like a rainy forest, like a moon on a lake, like a rainbow over the sea, like a painting drawn by a pen."

The doctor patiently listened to him, moved his bound fingers, and slowly pulled away from the place where the two were close, smoothing out the crumpled fairy tales. It took a while.

The Chinese characters marked in pinyin perfectly coincide with the long string of words that the boy leaned on his chest just now, even the tone brought out by the punctuation marks is the same, only the pictures are different.

"Sage and sea salt." The doctor held the boy's shoulders and pulled him away from him. "This is a neutral fragrance, and I often use it...I'm very happy that you like it."

The young man sat by the bed alone, watching the man take off his wrinkled white coat and shake it straight. Suddenly, he panicked, and unconsciously, he rushed over and grabbed the other man's unfinished cuffs, and almost slid face-to-face under the bed. After being supported by the opponent's strong arm in time, he was sent back to a safe place steadily.

"Master?"

Yin Song, who was still in shock, looked straight at the man in front of him. Facing the man who seemed to have endless tolerance and tenderness, for the first time, he had a desire to talk, share, and gain something.

"I... drew some pictures." The boy said, "I haven't shown them to others, and no one has seen them."

Wu Xie was keenly aware that Yin Song was trying to communicate with him, and immediately bent over and squatted on the edge of the bed. He looked at the other side encouragingly, and gently guided:

"So, young master...do you want to show me?"

Yin Song's eyes lit up, and he nodded his head not fluently.

"I'm right here." The broad palm with the scent of sage brushed the boy's forehead, and the doctor's tone was so gentle that he could pinch water, "Go and get it."

Yin Song jumped out of the bed obediently, rummaged quickly in the desk cabinet, and finally, as if deciding on some important matter, carefully gathered the whole stack of white papers together, carried them back to the man, and said in a low voice:

"Teacher, don't laugh."

"If the young master paints well." The doctor said with a sharp glimpse of the color hidden in the boy's arms, "Why don't I laugh?"

The child who had lowered his head before and was a little timid, was stunned.

The man has already pulled out the stack of graffiti books with storyboards from his arms—it is said to be graffiti books, but the degree of completion is very high, the black and white dots are painted very finely, and the lens can be seen to be carefully designed. The story is very simple. And...somewhat familiar.

The graffiti expresses the story of a fox and a hamster.

The hamster once helped a weak fox with a piece of sweet potato. When the fox grew up, he wanted to be friends with the hamster. But at this time, the hamster had completely forgotten what happened back then. Seeing the sharp claws and teeth of the fox, it turned around and ran away.

The fox was very distressed by this, in order to get close to the other party, it had to ask the wizard for help, and the wizard gave it a bottle of medicine that would make it smaller if it drank it, and it was finally able to disguise itself as a fiery hamster to fulfill its wish.But this bottle of medicine has a flaw. After drinking it, it can only maintain the effect of the medicine for two hours. During this period, the fox has no way to change back to its original state.

The fox disguised as a hamster soon became friends with the hamster he liked, and they had a happy time. The hamster liked the fiery red fur of the fox very much, and often touched them and slept on them.

One day, they met by the lake, and the hamster slept on the fox's tail with its belly open. At this moment, the fox keenly noticed that there was danger approaching. According to the smell, it realized that it should be a horse that had been stalking for a long time. The big bad wolf!

The story painting ends here.

Wu Xie suddenly had a feeling that his breath was stuck in his chest, and the system rarely spoke:

"Cut at the critical moment, this operation is completely inherited from the host."

Wu Xie:? ? ?

What does he do, why does he have to pass it on?

Before he had time to reason with the system, the young man had already stretched out his hand to cover the final scene, and looked at him with bright eyes, as if waiting for some important evaluation.

"The painting style is very cute." The man asked, stroking the gesture of the Q version of an anthropomorphic animal, "Are there any more?"

Although the boy shook his head, he quickly and enthusiastically added:

"I will continue to paint, I will definitely continue to paint, teacher, teacher, can you continue to look at it?"

"Are you in such a hurry because you are afraid that I will refuse?" The man smiled, and stretched out his hands to rub the young soft hair. "The painting is very good. Even if you don't tell me, I will come and ask you for it."

Yin Song never felt that the world in front of him was so bright, as if the sun was pouring down, warming his whole body, from head to toe.

The stethoscope was picked up again, and the doctor carefully took the preliminary measurements for the boy who had fully opened his body for him to examine. After confirming that there was nothing abnormal, he carefully recorded in the medical record in cursive cursive characters, and touched the boy's head. Watched attentively by the young man, he left the room with the medical kit.

The gap in that door remained open.

The doctor was in a happy mood, with a smile on his mouth, and was turning the corner, when an arm suddenly stretched out from the side, abruptly stopping him in the aisle.

It's Yin Bai.

"Young Master Bai." Subconsciously maintaining a safe distance between the two, the doctor took half a step back, "What's the matter?"

"It's not a big deal." The man in suits and leather shoes smiled and looked easy to talk. "I almost forgot. I ordered French food at the sky restaurant in the city center on weekends. I don't know if Dr. Wu is free?"

"I'm not used to Western food." Wu Xie said indifferently and distantly, "Thank you, Young Master Bai, I won't go."

He wanted to bypass the other party and leave, but was stopped again. Wu Xie couldn't make it through, so he simply stopped and looked at the other party, appreciating Yin Bai's "performance" with cold eyes.

"You don't like Western food, so what about Chinese food?" Yin Bai seemed to be smiling unconsciously, standing in front of the man forcefully, like a high mountain made of copper, so towering that it was insurmountable, "What would Doctor Wu want to eat?" It can be said that I can arrange it at any time—or, in fact, you don’t have any taboos, but you just don’t want to...give me this face?"

Wu Xie: Very self-aware.

System: "Very self-aware."

The inner monologue and the system highly overlapped, Wu Xie was surprised in his heart, tried his best to control his facial expressions, and said in a superficial way:

"Mr. is not doing well these days. I'm not in the mood to go out to eat. If Mr. Bai really thinks about Mr., don't embarrass me... The most urgent thing is to stabilize Mr.'s condition."

Once the big mountain Yin Zao was moved out, Yin Bai had nothing to say, his gray eyes shone with unwillingness, but he still smiled and moved out of the way, and even made a "please" gesture.

The two passed by briefly, but the man took advantage of the gap to say a meaningful sentence.

"As long as the husband is away, the condition will naturally be 'stable', right?"

The doctor stopped abruptly.

However, Yin Bai put two fingers together on his lips, made a silent gesture, the smile on his face was impeccably groomed, and then... turned around and left lightly.

His long shadow disappeared into the light beyond the corner.