My uncle is autistic every day

Although Dior felt very proud of losing his popularity, it was a headache to be locked out of the bedroom door at night.

"What's wrong with you?" Wen Liang got up to drink water, and looked strangely at Dio who was still squatting outside the door in the middle of the night.

Dio coughed awkwardly, "It's okay, I'm fine."

"Then, go to bed early." Wen Liang entered the room.

Yan Xiao actually didn't sleep, he was thinking about how to solve the current problem, the existence of Yan Yuzhu and Lin Yi really made him a little sick.

The manuscript was revised and revised, and finally it was put in the corner. I don't know if it was because of loss of heart, but Yan Xiao found that he really couldn't write any stories now.

It's like once you lose your attachment, you start to lose power.

There are too many things during this period, Yan Xiao doesn't want to see Dio for the time being, he has to think about the future life of the two of them.

In this world, love alone is never enough.

Yan Yuzhu is his bond, which will be broken all his life, although the existence called mother is completely unnecessary for Yan Xiao.

Dio kept scratching at the door, but Yan Xiao just didn't want to open it.

Yan Xiao sat on a chair on the balcony, looking at the few scattered stars. He had been to the closest place to the stars, but he still didn't give up.

Maybe he was sleepy, Yan Xiao watched and slowly closed his eyes.

Dio leaned against the door and listened for a while, and found that there was no sound in the room, thinking that Yan Xiao should have fallen asleep.

Then he opened the door and went in, but Yan Xiao was not on the bed, and the room was not lit, it was pitch black, and the computer emitted a cool light.

Dior first went to the balcony to find Yan Xiao, who was already lying down and fell asleep. He did not dare to wake him up lightly. Yan Xiao hadn't had a good night's sleep for a long time. He even slept badly.

After watching by the bed for a while, Dio got up to turn off the computer and saw papers scattered on the floor.

On the first day back, the only thing that can’t be willful is work, and life can’t be indulged. There is always an invisible thread that binds people.

Dior found the manuscript from the corner, and began to slowly input it into the computer for Yan Xiao. This is the work left over before going to the planet Tess, and it is still short of the final finishing touch.

In the early hours of the morning, Dior finally finished typing the last word.

Yan Xiao didn't know when she suddenly woke up, lying on her side on the bed, listening to the inaudible sound of the keyboard, staring at the ground.

Dior turned off the computer triumphantly, and slipped into the bed carefully, but after thinking about it, he still felt that he didn't want to disturb Yanxiao, so he hugged the quilt out of the cabinet again.

"Let's sleep together." Yan Xiao suddenly turned around to face him.

Dio was startled, it was already very late, and asked worriedly, "Why did you wake up?"

"Sleep well." Yan said with a smile.

Dio didn't believe it, and hugged him while he was warm, "Then I'll sleep with you."

Squeezing Yan Xiao's palm, Dio asked, "Xiao Yan Xiao, why do you look unhappy?"

Yan Xiao hummed, "Go to sleep." Obviously he didn't intend to talk about it.

Dio couldn't figure it out for a while, but Yan Xiao never opened his eyes again, as if he had really fallen asleep.

"Good night." Dio hugged him tightly.

Yan Xiao still got up very early, and after breakfast was ready, Dior woke up lazily, the weather was good today, Yan Xiao seemed to be in a much better mood.

"Morning." Wen Liang took the initiative to greet Yan Xiao.

Yan Xiao brought him a bowl of porridge.

Dio felt that it was good to have everything back to normal life.

"Can I make a phone call?" Wen Liang asked.

Yan Xiao handed him her mobile phone.

Wen Liang didn't avoid the two of them when he called. After the call got through, he said lightly, "I'm Wen Liang."

The person opposite seemed to be frightened, and after a few minutes of silence, the two resumed communicating.

"My assistant will come to pick me up." Wen Liang said after hanging up the phone.

Dior breathed a sigh of relief, he promised Oni that he would send him to his family well.

In about half an hour, Wen Liang's assistant arrived. He was an equally refined man, but he looked much calmer.

"I thought you were dead." The first sentence was very unlucky.

Wen Liang pointed to his legs, "It's almost there."

The man on the opposite side shrugged, "It's good if you're not dead." The two said something strange before Zheng Yiyang turned his attention to the remaining two men.

Wen Liang didn't procrastinate, "Then don't bother."

"Goodbye." Yan Xiao nodded.

Zheng Yiyang pushed the people out, and handed Dior a business card, "You can call me if you need anything."

"..." Dior took the business card over, the manager of the entertainment company, he seemed very powerful.

Wen Liang was sent away, and the room suddenly became awkward.

Yan Xiao sat on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest his mind. Dio walked around the room, but he didn't know what to do.

"Go to Chen Bar." Dior suddenly remembered this matter.

Yan Xiao has not been in a good mood since he came back, and this is probably the only time Dior can think of to make Yan Xiao happy.

"Yeah." Yan Xiao agreed.

The time was set at the weekend, Yan Xiao sat in front of the computer, motionless, with his finger on the mouse, Dio peeked at it, and there were the chapters he typed in last night on the desktop.

I don't know if I figured it out, Yan Xiao suddenly pressed the delete button, and then the document disappeared.

"..." Dio's hand holding the mop trembled, and his heart began to ache.

Yan Xiao remembered that he never seemed to say that what he is best at is uncertain weather.

And Yan Xiao has been thinking about it, at first it was fine, but he couldn't explain where the boredom in his heart came from.

He didn't want to see Dio at first, and he always turned his back to Dio when they slept together.

No matter how slow Dior's mind was, he began to feel sad.

"What's wrong?" Dio finally couldn't help asking.

Yan Xiao sat up, wearing the oversized Garfield pajamas that Dior bought excitedly yesterday.

Dior felt a little aggrieved, "It was fine a few days ago."

Yan Xiao didn't know how to explain, "I'm going to wash my face."

Facing the mirror, Yan Xiao didn't wake up after washing in cold water for a long time.

When Yan Xiao came back, Dio cautiously approached him and asked, "Did I make you angry last time?"

Dio refers to the last time when he kissed Yan Yuzhu and Lin Yi in front of him.

Yan Xiao shook his head, it stands to reason that he has only been back for a week, so he shouldn't be in this mood.

Obviously everything has been resolved, but Yan Xiao still feels that there is a trapped beast in his heart, which has been tearing and biting, making him not know what to do.

Dio has already noticed something is wrong, Yan Xiao's temperament has changed so strangely, especially recently that he spends more and more time in a daze, every time he has to call him several times to react.

"I..." Yan Xiao opened his mouth.

Dio gently induced, "Huh?"

Yan Xiao clenched his fist tightly, "I can't write anything."

"Maybe it's because I've been too tired recently." Dio thought about it and it's been almost a week since they came back. Apart from his temper, Yan Xiao became bored again, in a daze, and fell asleep when he did most of his work.

Yan Xiao half leaned on the bed, "After my mother left, I locked myself in the room and thought a lot."

Dio listened quietly, and everything had to be done slowly, at least Yan Xiao knew to speak out now, instead of blindly hiding it in his heart.

"When I suddenly saw those stories, my mind went blank, even disgusted." Yan Xiao repeated, "disgusted."

He didn't want to write anymore, and he didn't want to see anyone, including Dior.

This was the beginning of him closing himself up. He knew it was wrong, but all he thought in his mind was to hide himself, and he had to hide himself.

"Did you encounter trouble on the planet Tis?" Dio recalled that he once left Yan Xiao alone.

Yan Xiao shook his head.

"..." Dio racked his brains and began to think.

Yan Xiao tried to explain, "Maybe there is no support."

He didn't know if Dior would understand that all his previous life was supported by a little unrealistic in his heart, but now that he had achieved it suddenly, his heart began to feel empty.

All inspiration disappeared with it.

I don’t know if all artists have this habit. There will always be a day when inspiration runs out, just like Yan Xiao and then finds that he can’t write anything anymore.

Yan Xiao calmed down from Yan Yuzhu's farce, and found that his true heart was slowly shifting.

He began to be happy and angry, and he knew that this was not a good thing for him.

"I'll support you." Dio said, "If we can't write it, we won't write it."

"..." Yan Xiao's chest was stuffy, he thought that sometimes some things really can't be communicated.

It used to be something that made him happy, but now it only makes him irritable, endlessly irritable.

"I might be sick." Yan Xiao said suddenly.

Dio worried, "Do you have a headache? Do you have a cold?"

He has been keen on shopping recently, so he should have bought cold medicine.

"..."

The brain waves are different, and there is no way to have a pleasant conversation at all.

"Sleep." Yan Xiao fell asleep peacefully.

"..." Dio was a little aggrieved again.

For the first time, Dior got up very early, and then hid in the toilet to call Chen Jiu.

"Who is it?" Chen Jiu was awakened by the sound.

"Me." Dio kept his voice low for fear of making a noise.

"What's wrong?" Chen Jiu also touched the living room.

After finally finding a partner, Dio immediately said, "I don't think Xiaoxiao is right."

As soon as Xiaoxiao Chenjiu was mentioned, he became sober, "What's wrong? What happened?"

Dio thought for a while, "Recently he is always in a daze, doesn't like to eat, is in a bad mood, and doesn't really want to see me." The last one is what makes Dio feel depressed.

"..." Chen Jiu inexplicably heard a resentment towards a woman.

"What else?" Chen Jiu asked.

Dio, "I can't write anything." He knew that this was the reason why Yan Xiao was unhappy.

Chen Jiu was taken aback, "What happened?"

Dio couldn't speak directly, he hesitated.