My uncle is autistic every day

Yan Xiao put down the pen in his hand and lay down on the table for a while.

Because of staying in the house for many years, the whole person's complexion is very pale, and he doesn't have much energy, which makes him look softer.

Yan Xiao was taken aback when the phone rang, looked at the pen and hesitated for a long time before sliding the screen of the phone, the action was cautious and tentative.

Holding the most popular fruit phone on the market, Yan Xiao's favorite thing to do is to destroy stars.

Chen Jiu once asked him why he wanted to play this game since he liked the stars the most.

Yan Xiao's eyes are very focused, I am waiting for the person who picks the stars, only then can the world be saved, and the stars on the ground are under the hands of the devil and must be destroyed.

The 27-year-old Yan Xiao still lives in his own world, writing his own fairy tales, because Yan Xiao's occupation is a best-selling children's writer of fairy tales.

His editor is a nasty person named Chen Jiu, a man with two dimples when he smiles.

The thing that Yan Xiao hates to do the most is answering Chen Jiu's phone call. This is the most annoying thing in his life, not one of them.

Even after answering the phone, Yan Xiao still couldn't speak, and kept writing and drawing with a pen.

"Smile, is the manuscript for this issue finished?" Chen Jiu asked casually, with a messy cigarette still in his mouth.

Yan Xiao hates Chen Jiu and tells him to smile, it looks like a girl.

After a few minutes, Chen Jiu still didn't get an answer, so he continued persistently, "The editor-in-chief is going to kill me, if we can't hand in any more manuscripts, we can only go to drink Northwest Wind together."

After Yan Xiao wrote the last word of this story, he put down the pen. He would not drink the northwest wind. This month, the southeast wind is blowing, and the old wine wants to lie to him again.

Chen Jiu didn't care about his words, jokes, or not, he just muttered to himself, told him to eat well, remember to go out to bask in the sun, lock the door properly when going out, don't write stories all day long, and ramble on about everything, big or small.

Chen Jiu sighed when he really couldn't find anything to say, and finally ordered, "Eat on time."

After half an hour, Yan Xiao finally said the first sentence, "Thank you."

Then Bi Chen Jiu hung up the phone.

"It's pointless again." Chen Jiu leaned back, and immediately put his feet on the office desk.

Yan Xiao tidied up the scattered papers, one by one stubbornly in order, this was his habit, if he didn't tidy them up well, he would feel like he was going crazy.

Turning on the computer, the first thing Yanxiao did was to poke that stupid penguin.

Say good afternoon to Chen Jiu.

Take a bath for your penguin pet and take him to bask in the sun, then feed the pet baby, and he is in good health.

Finally, antivirus the computer, clean up the garbage, and open the document.

Every day, Yanxiao will do such things repeatedly, over and over again, even if everyone tells him that your autism is cured, normal people will not do this.

Yan Xiao thought, anyway, he is not a normal person.

When all the words on the paper were typed into the document, checked several times, and then sent to Chen Jiu, it was already the next morning.

From afternoon to morning, Yan Xiao felt that he was dying.

He heated up his breakfast in the microwave, ate a few mouthfuls indiscriminately, and immediately lay down on the bed, falling asleep within 30 seconds.

Everything is regular except eating and sleeping.

It was afternoon again when I woke up again, I stretched my waist, opened the window, and lay on the bed basking in the sun with a smile, after drying my front and back, I was as lazy as a cat that just woke up.

Chen Jiu said that people must bask in the sun, and he didn't want to go out, so he moved his bed under the sunny window. Chen Jiu, who came to inspect the situation, was so angry that he almost couldn't lift it up.

The matter is a foregone conclusion, no one says it is useless.

Recently, Chen Jiu found a new game for Yan Xiao. It is said that everyone is playing it, and Yan Xiao was dragged to register a Weibo account.

It's more like a zombie account than a zombie account. It doesn't follow anyone, including Chen Jiu, and there are no fans. There were originally, but they were deleted one by one by Yan Xiao.

Of course, his Weibo doesn’t have any personal information, it’s blank, and he’s jumping around with the avatar customized by the system. If it wasn’t for Chen Jiu’s cruelty to make him change his name for the convenience of finding him, his name might be the one given by the system. A few dry figures.

In this era when zombie accounts are so clever that they can write some non-mainstream sentences, Yan Xiao is too unique.

With nothing to do, Yan Xiao clicked on the popular Weibo.

The first one caught his eye.

The dangerous building is a hundred feet high: I gave you the most beautiful rose in the world, but you used it to plant cow dung.

This Weibo was posted 8 minutes ago on No. 10, the most fashionable and elegant fruit machine.

Forward (13546) Comment (23457) Like (55672)

Yan Xiao didn't care what the content of the Weibo was, he fell into it immediately when he saw the name.

The dangerous building is a hundred feet high, and the stars can be picked by hand.

In today's era when jokes are rampant, a dangerous building with a height of one hundred feet is simply a strange thing among strange things.

Others wrote jokes that made people laugh out loud, but what he wrote was the non-mainstream Chicken Soup for the Soul that was popular in Penguin Space back then, plus obscene spoofs.

And he doesn't sell cuteness, rot, and doesn't do any marketing, and then he becomes a rising star, discovered by the boring and lonely *fans. More and more people like him.

So an unknown man became a big v with tens of millions of fans, and the Weibo certification wrote a sentence that made people vomit blood after reading it.

"He claims to be an upright and good young man who is cold and wretched."

Yan Xiao was so excited that he sat up from the bed and flipped through the Weibo of the dangerous building hundreds of feet high.

"This man talks a lot." Yan Xiao said to himself.

Yan Xiao had to put down his phone as soon as his stomach rumbled. Eating is especially important when there is no work.

The noodles for dinner, Yan Xiao is not afraid of spicy at all, put chili peppers in it vigorously, the bowl is bright red, it looks scary.

After eating and drinking enough, he didn't bother to take care of his mobile phone, Yan Xiao started to sleep again after taking a shower, he needed to regain his energy from yesterday.

The next day Yan Xiao started to write the story of the stars again, this time the protagonist of the story is a dim star, and then it walks and walks, so he becomes the brightest star in the sky.

In the middle of writing, Yan Xiao picked up the phone by accident, and swipe the page, it still stopped yesterday afternoon.

Yan Xiao was very hesitant when he clicked on the private message, he hesitated so much that he couldn't write the story anymore.

Finally he mustered up the courage to type a few words.

Yan Xiao: Are you a star picker?

When he clicked send, Yan Xiao's heart beat hard, as if he was about to jump out. This was not the first time he communicated with a stranger, but it was the first time he took the initiative to communicate with a stranger.

If Chen Jiu knew about it, he would laugh three times, and then ran to the balcony to see if the sun was coming out from the west.

Then I stopped writing the jokes and stories, and just kept waiting and waiting. Many hours passed and there was still no reply.

The loss was like a knife on Yan Xiao's body. He charged his phone, bit his bread and continued to wait, even reluctant to quit the page.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the phone finally vibrated, Yan Xiao frantically clicked on the phone, and kept taking a deep breath.

10:00

Yan Xiao: Are you a star picker?

22:00

The dangerous building is a hundred feet high: I am the one who picks jj.

Yan Xiao looked at the two letters jj for a long time, but didn't understand.

22:05

Yan Xiao: What is jj?

Shen Bei, who was drinking milk to grow his body, took a mouthful of milk and spat it on the keyboard.

An old computer on the table was just like that, put down the milk, and sat upright. Shen Beichen made a movement that was extremely inconsistent with his age. He rubbed his chin, looked at the chat interface and thought, and tapped his fingers on the desktop.

He was not in a hurry to answer this person called Yan Xiao, but smiled strangely and started Weibo.

The dangerous building is a hundred feet high: Someone asked me what jj is?How should I answer? ?urgent!Xiaosheng is waiting online.

This Weibo was posted on the ecstatic little sheep client 1 minute ago.

Within a few seconds, Shen Beichen received the comment, and he opened it without thinking.

He's Pig Man: Just say it's delicious.

Ham sausage inserted in the heart: delicious.

Niu Niu loves flowers: Is it delicious?

Go to your school to catch the baby: delicious.

Bigan: Upstairs is really enough!I think you should show him yours!

A group of goblins: Upstairs! !listen to me!Touch him!Just touch it and you'll know!

Hehe naturally: no! !I am more virtuous to manipulate the ruler and let him touch it by himself!Touch yourself!

……

The rebellious teenager who was eating popcorn had a headache and was about to go crazy.

Sure enough, I can't ask.

Opening the list of private messages, Shen Beishen still felt that he should reply.

23:00

The dangerous building is [-] feet high: Ha ha.

23:01

Yan Xiao: But hehe it's hh not jj.

23:01

The dangerous building is a hundred feet high: ...

23:02

Yan Xiao: Good night.

Then Yan Xiao immediately turned off the phone, hid in the quilt and snickered, he just corrected someone else's mistake, he felt very happy, although his heartbeat was still fast.

Shen Beichen, who took another carton of milk, became depressed again, snorted coldly, and sent a good night despite being awkward.

Of course, he started to regret after posting it, wishing to dig out the two words just sent from the computer.

The two of them fell asleep with each other's thoughts.

Shen Beichen, who was staying in the hotel, packed his things early in the morning and was ready to run to the next place. His life is traveling around, carrying the camera on his back and shooting here and there. Although the things he takes are often out of focus, but It's good to have fun.

He doesn't want to go to college. After all, he thinks he is a representative of high IQ, so when he woke up three years ago, he ran away from home with his bag on his back. one of the vagrants.

Ever since his body was blown up when he smuggled into the Milky Way, he got into this thin body called Shen Beichen.

Shen Beishen's predecessor was a traveler walking among the stars. A traveler is no different than other types of aliens. Except for a natural sense of direction and super intelligence, he has no advantages in physical strength and skills, so he is also an interstellar river. The species most likely to die.

After coming to the earth, Shen Beishen chose to continue to be a traveler. Even if he didn’t have a job, his card still has money that ordinary people can’t use up in a lifetime. This body is an authentic rich second generation on the earth, and there is nothing else However, money is not born to worry about.

The traveler in outer space expressed his insight that the earth is really a beautiful place, so his goal is to visit every corner of the earth.

Combining the above factors, Shen Beishen often calls himself the man from the stars.

Of course, this is just to keep up with the trend of the times, because he is an alien visitor who adjusts himself all the time.

Humming a ditty, Shen Beichen walked slowly. Whenever he arrived in a city, he would walk most of the streets. Those places may be prosperous or ordinary. For example, Shen Beichen who was eating steamed buns.