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In the end, Qiao Ji still participated in the recording of the show.

The show was filmed in a correctional institution called "Fanxing". According to the arrangement, the person in charge of the institution first introduced the knowledge about autism to Qiao Ji, and then took the film crew to see a child who was undergoing training accompanied by his mother.

When Qiao Ji walked into the room, the eight-year-old boy was sitting on the ground and screaming, his hands kept beating the ground, and his mood was very unstable.

His mother kept coaxing him with a spinning pinwheel, but to no avail.

Shooting can only be paused.

Qiao Ji stood aside and watched, and touched his pocket in a strange way.

The last thing I touched was a candy.

The colorful wrapping paper reminded him of that person immediately.

Qiao Ji couldn't remember when he got used to carrying candies with him.

He walked up to the little boy, shook the candy in his hand, and tentatively called his name: "Xiao An."

Xiao An's mother looked at him, and said with some embarrassment: "This is not good, he won't talk to you."

However, to everyone's surprise, the boy named Xiao An began to calm down after a while, staring intently at the candy in Qiao Ji's hand.

Qiao Jixi moved his hand to the side, and Xiao An's gaze followed him.

Qiao Ji squatted down, smiled and asked, "What's your name?"

Xiao An didn't answer, but kept staring at the candy.

The photographer cleverly turned on the camera, and Xiao An's mother followed suit: "Tell brother, what's your name."

The little boy still didn't speak.

Qiao Ji shook the candy in his hand again: "Tell me your name, and I'll give it to you."

Xiao An stretched out her hand, as if she wanted to grab the candy.

Xiao An's mother hurriedly hugged him from behind and teased him, "Tell my brother, it's Xiao An."

"What's your name?" Qiao Ji repeated his question tirelessly.

Xiao An's mother responded cooperatively, demonstrating to her son word by word: "My name is Xiao An."

Xiao An jumped forward suddenly, and almost caught the candy with his hand, but it was still a little bit short.

Qiao Ji repeated the question again.

"My name is Xiao An. Tell brother, my name is Xiao An."

"My name is...Xiao An."

Finally, when he didn't know how many times to repeat, the little boy vaguely said the first sentence.

Everyone present breathed a sigh of relief.

Qiao Ji smiled and peeled out the candy and handed it to him as a reward. The little boy stuck out his tongue and licked Qiao Ji's hand together.

The warm touch easily shattered Qiao Ji's long-standing patience.

The unstoppable longing rushed to him in an instant, which caught him off guard.

Qiao Ji looked at the child in front of him in a daze, and didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

"Mr. Joe, Mr. Joe?"

Qiao Ji woke up suddenly, looked at the worried eyes of the person in charge, and smiled embarrassedly.

Only then did the person in charge feel relieved, and led him out of the room, leaving space for the trainer and Xiao An's mother to comfort the child.

Unable to start filming right away, the film crew took their own actions, some took the opportunity to look at the content of the previous filming, and some walked away to take a break.

Qiao Ji leaned on the corridor, still a little dazed.

The person in charge probably thought he was frightened, so he smiled and talked to him: "Mr. Qiao is frightened?"

It took Qiao Ji a long while to realize: "No, no."

The person in charge smiled: "Mr. Qiao did a good job just now, maybe even better than some parents who just found out that their child was sick."

"Really." Qiao Ji smiled reluctantly, "I have come into contact with an autistic patient before, but... I don't know much about it."

"Most of these diseases require someone to accompany them for a long time. Once diagnosed, it almost means that at least one of the parents has to take care of the child full-time. Some parents prefer to believe that their children are just stupid or even have some defects. Mute, or deaf, and then take the child to seek medical treatment everywhere, but dare not face the truth."

"...What will happen then?"

The person in charge withdrew his smile, and looked with emotion: "Some may just let it go like this, and be kept at home like a fool. If there is aggressive behavior or other mental illnesses, they will be sent to a mental hospital. Otherwise, it will be raised until it can no longer be raised. There are also some who will go around to ask for some folk remedies for treatment, may be deceived, or may give up slowly. Only a small number of them will be sent to training institutions like ours. And At present, there are not many professional institutions in China, and the manpower is not enough, so they may not all accept them. Even if they accept them, distance, work, expenses, time, family problems, husband and wife relationship... There are too many problems to face, and not everyone can persevere.”

With simple words, Qiao Ji felt as if he could understand the cruelty and long despair.

He immediately thought of Lin Juan, and then thought of the little boy who licked his hand while eating candy.

"Xiao An...can he get better?"

The person in charge thought for a while and said, "It depends on what you think is good. After training and treatment, children with a relatively mild level can take care of themselves and go to school and work; but children like Xiaoan are currently the most The ideal state is probably to allow him to master certain language and life skills through training, and have a certain ability to take care of himself, but I am afraid he will not be able to live independently."

This is almost the state of Lin Juan.

Joe was silent.

The person in charge thought he was feeling sorry for Xiao An, so he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "But no one can say for sure what will happen in the future, maybe one day there will be a solution? I hope tomorrow."

Qiao Ji was silent for a long time, then nodded: "Yes."

After that, the two chatted a few more words, but did not continue on this topic.

About an hour later, the training teacher came out and said that Xiaoan's mood had stabilized and she could continue filming.

The progress after the re-shooting was very smooth, because the conversation in the corridor, the questions Qiao sent were much more practical than before, and the explanations from the person in charge were also very clear. I tried to interact with Xiao An in the middle, and I also made a brief talk with Xiao An’s mother. In the interview, although Xiaoan did not give any response until the end, by lunch time, the program material was almost finished.

The staff began to pack up the props and equipment, and Qiao Ji waited aside, idly watching Xiao An's mother coaxing Xiao An.

This morning, Xiaoan only had one training item, which was self-introduction.

When others asked her, she learned to answer her own name, such a simple matter, but Xiaoan spent a whole morning not mastering it.

Qiao Ji listened to Xiao An's mother asking the same question over and over again, and couldn't help blurting out: "So, aren't you tired?"

Xiao An's mother froze for a moment, then turned around and looked at Qiao Ji for a while, as if she was not sure if Qiao Ji was asking about herself.

Qiao Ji actually regretted it already, but seeing the uneasiness in Xiao An's mother's eyes, she gently repeated the question: "Aren't you working hard like this?"

Xiao An's mother also seemed to see the tenderness in his eyes, and smiled slightly: "It's hard work, of course it's hard work."

"Then..." Qiao Ji didn't know how to ask.

Xiao An's mother seemed to understand his doubts, and continued with a smile: "It's hard work, but what can I do?"

She said to Xiao An: "Xiao An, come, call mom."

The little boy called obediently: "Mom."

Xiaoan's mother smiled even more happily: "It was really painful at the beginning. It took almost three years to teach him to speak, and it took another two years to learn to call mom... Then I knew that maybe he could talk again. How to teach, he will never call me in this life, the kind of despair is beyond your imagination. However, if you don't teach, he will not be able to learn."

"You are amazing." Qiao Ji whispered.

Xiao An's mother smiled and said nothing more.

Qiao Ji didn't ask any more questions.

There seemed to be something pressing on his heart, so heavy that he couldn't breathe.

——Do you know what autism means?

Lin Mo's question seemed to ring in his ears again, and Qiao Ji felt that he had found the answer, but he seemed more at a loss than before.

The author has something to say: the last sentence that Xiaoan’s mother said would not take the initiative to call her, there are references to the words of the patient’s mother in the documentary and the promotional video.The simple thing of letting the child take the initiative to call mother is the wish of many mothers of patients.

What the person in charge said is almost the current domestic situation_(:з」∠)_

There is a case around me. After the child was diagnosed, the mother quit her management job with a good annual salary to accompany the child for treatment. Because there was no suitable treatment institution in the local area, she had to rent a house in a neighboring city for a long time, and she did not have the spare capacity to have another child.It looks very positive now, but I am also prepared for the possibility of divorce in the future, and the possibility of taking the child to death if I cannot persist.

Uh, this chapter is probably an over-added supplement, although, although it is a bit heavy, but... this is really a sweet article!Not cruel!