Cannon Fodder's Humanoid Plug-in

heartthrob autistic brother

On the outskirts of Haishi, a secluded private sanatorium.

It was midsummer, and the sound of cicadas outside the window was endless.The central air conditioner works tirelessly to maintain an absolutely comfortable and cool environment for the people in the house.

The room Yan Chen lives in is on the second floor.

The decoration design of the whole suite is extremely warm. If you take a photo and post it on the Internet, netizens will comment "it feels like home".

Only Yanchen lives here alone.

As a celebrity, Yan Qingxi is busy with work, it is not easy to find time to come here once a month, every time she only sits for half a day, and then flies away again.

There are cameras in all four corners of the living room.

Yan Chen sat in front of the balcony with an easel in front of him.

This is the safest position, the people behind the camera can only see his quiet and silent back, and his handsome profile that makes people want to scream.

Looking across the balcony, he stared at the birds in the sky.

Yan Chen was wearing loose home clothes, long-sleeved trousers, the sun penetrated into the neckline along his fair and slender neck, and gently kissed his skin.

Under the shroud of bright golden light, the young man in the surveillance screen looks like an angel who has fallen into the mortal world by mistake.

"How is he doing?"

"It's not bad." It's actually the same as before, but the nurse believes that being able to maintain a calm and stable state for a long time is already a great thing.

She took Yan Qingxi outside Yan Chen's room.

There were three knocks on the door: "Yan Chen, your sister has come to see you."

The door was opened, and a tall woman wearing a mask, sunglasses, and a peaked cap that completely covered her face walked into the room.

Yan Qingxi slightly nodded at the nurse, raised her hand and closed the door.

All the way here, a thin layer of sweat broke out on her body, and now she was blown by the air-conditioning in the room, and she couldn't help shivering.

The house in this nursing home has a pattern of two households on one floor, each with three bedrooms, one living room and two bathrooms.Although Yan Qingxi doesn't live here, she still has her room and clothes, but she is not in a hurry to find a coat.

She kicked off her high heels and took off the three-piece suit she used to cover her face.

By the balcony, the boy was still sitting motionless with his back to the door, as if he didn't hear any sound from behind.

Yan Qingxi sighed imperceptibly.

She walked towards Yan Chen, her dry and chapped lips parted slightly, she didn't know if she was calling, or she was talking to herself: "Chenchen..."

Hearing this voice, Yan Chen reluctantly withdrew his attention from the sky, paused for a moment, and looked sideways hesitantly.

A pair of bloodshot red and swollen eyes broke into his field of vision.

Yan Qingxi had messy curly hair, black eye bags, pale and plain makeup without makeup, and there was not even a trace of blood on her lips.

Sitting and standing, the siblings kept looking at each other strangely.

Three seconds later, Yan Chen was the first to turn his eyes away, and turned around, leaving Yan Qingxi with an indifferent look on the back of his head.

From the beginning to the end, there was no expression on his face, and the way he looked at Yan Qingxi was no different from looking at anything else.

But this still surprised Yan Qingxi.

One must know that in the past, when she said ten words to Yan Chen, he didn't necessarily pay her any attention, but would just ignore her and concentrate on doing his own things.

Yan Qingxi's nose was sore, her lips trembled.

Did he feel her pain and despair?That's why he wants to look back at her.

The grievances in her heart turned into tears, which made the corners of Yan Qingxi's eyes ache, but she smiled, and this smile contained an unconcealable bitterness.

"Chenchen, are you getting better?"

"I'm so happy..." Yan Qingxi took the chair and walked to Yan Chen's right, and sat down half a meter away from him.

This time, Yan Chen didn't give her any response.

He held the paintbrush in his hand, and was focusing on filling in the unfinished painting with his eyes downcast. Yan Qingxi quietly looked at his side face and wiped away his tears.

The turning back just now seemed to be just a flash in the pan, Yan Qingxi was not disappointed with Yan Chen's indifference, she was already used to facing such ignorance.

It's just that the tears can't be stopped.

"I'm sorry, Chenchen."

With a choked up tone, Yan Qingxi paused for a moment, then continued dejectedly: "I can't see the day when you really get better."

"Sorry……"

Yan Qingxi covered her face quickly, she didn't expect Yan Chen to forgive her cowardice, she just buried her head and sobbed softly.

The sunlight came in through the glass window, bringing a sense of warmth, but it couldn't melt the solid ice that surrounded her.

Just yesterday, Yan Qingxi signed a termination contract with the company. If there is no accident, the news will be made public soon.

But she still has a lot of business endorsements on her body.

Previously, these partners probably thought that she could still be saved for the sake of the company's backstage, so they didn't make trouble.

It turned out that she had let them down, apparently.

Yan Qingxi couldn't help smiling bitterly: As soon as the news of the termination of the contract spreads, these profit-seeking capital will only make her lose money on the grounds that she affects her goodwill.

But she has no money at all.

When Yan Qingxi was poached by Xintec Media, she was still an [-]-line little transparent, and signed a five-year B-level contract.

She became popular in the second year, and it is only the fifth year now.Even if it was Xinda who took the initiative to terminate the contract, Yan Qingxi did not get much breach of contract fee.

In the past few years, has she earned less money?

In fact, there is not much at all, but the company accounts for the bulk.

For Yan Qingxi herself, half of it will be spent on her younger brother, and the remaining half will be used to buy luxury items such as clothes, jewelry, shoes, bags, and jewelry for various events.

She saved the few remaining parts.

Compared with ordinary working families, this deposit is definitely not small, but it is impossible for Yan Qingxi to use it to compensate for various "losses".

She wants to leave the money to her brother.

Neither nursing homes nor mental hospitals are suitable for Yan Chen to live in.And even in the nursing home in my hometown, the cost is still not low.

Yan Qingxi took a deep breath and gradually regained her composure.

The TV in the living room behind him is playing an unknown TV series, the sound is not loud, the purpose is to add some popularity to this quiet room.

Yan Qingxi came to say goodbye to her younger brother.

She has already booked a plane ticket for Yan Chen to go back to her hometown, and also contacted a new nursing home, hired a special nurse to take care of her, and she will be free after sending her brother away.

Yan Qingxi quietly waited for the evening to come.

In the evening, a nurse will come to cook. Yan Qingxi has sleeping pills in her bag. She doesn't want to stimulate Yan Chen, so everything will be discussed after he falls asleep.

The sky outside the window was as blue as washing, and Yan Chen was concentrating on sketching the shapes of birds on the drawing board.

He paints in watercolor, which is widely loved for its fluidity in the painting process, as well as its transparent and ethereal natural look.

Yan Chen's paintings are not in this style.

In his works, the dark blue sky is more gloomy like a starless and moonless night, with a burning sun hanging above it.

The ashes poured down, and there was a boy's back locked in the birdcage-like palace. He raised his head slightly and was looking at the sky through the gap.

The teenager seemed to be looking for, or rather waiting for something.

Yan Qingxi rarely looked at Yan Chen's paintings.

It's not that she doesn't care about her younger brother, it's just that Yan Chen's paintings are either gloomy and depressing, or abstract and weird. Yan Qingxi can't understand them at all, and seeing more will only make her more desperate.

The doctor also said that normal people cannot enter their world.

But now, Yan Qingxi found strangely that she could feel loneliness from her brother's paintings at a glance.

This kind of loneliness is no longer as abstract as in the previous paintings. The lonely back of the young man in the palace, looking at the sky and waiting, gave her a wonderful sense of substitution.

Chenchen, is he painting himself?

Yan Qingxi was gradually attracted, and she couldn't help but move over the chair and move a little closer to the left, waiting for her brother to finish the painting.

Because of Yan Chen, Yan Qingxi once knew some painting knowledge.

Watercolor and traditional Chinese painting are somewhat similar, and they also pay attention to white space.

Even though Yan Chen's style is different from conventional watercolor painting, the techniques are always the same.

It can be seen that Yan Chen wanted to draw a small dove in the sky, but for some reason, he was making the white flying bird bigger.

Baige's body gradually took shape under his brush, and because of its size, Yan Qingxi could see the details more clearly.

She quickly discovered what was wrong: the white dove's wings were too stiff.

Even in the flying state, the wings should still have a corresponding arc, but the white pigeon drawn by Yan Chen has straight wings, which looks very rigid overall.

With Yan Chen's skills, he shouldn't have painted like this.

Unless he does it on purpose.

Yan Qingxi frowned, and found that Yan Chen hadn't put down his pen. He drew two shallow arcs behind the spread wings of the white bird.

Due to the lack of space, the bird's body is eroded by the gloomy dark blue sky around it. This painting seems to have been destroyed by the painter's whim.

Yan Qingxi recognized it: what Yan Chen painted was not a bird.

In other words...he painted the shape of a bird, but the meaning it represents is not a bird, but an airplane from far to near.

"Chenchen, this is you, right?" Yan Qingxi seemed to understand something in a daze.

She stood up suddenly, and the tears that had just stopped bursting again: "You are painting yourself, you are waiting for me to see you, right?"

"I'm sorry Chenchen, I, I'm too busy, from now on, I'll definitely be with you from now on."

Yan Qingxi covered her mouth, speaking incoherently.

She didn't even know what words to use to describe her mood at the moment.

Is it the excitement and joy of knowing that my younger brother is likely to get better, so that the clouds will open and the moon will shine?Or when you are rejected by everyone, you suddenly know that there are still people who need you, care about your satisfaction and talk?

It should be both.

Yan Chen put down his brush, turned his head, and met Yan Qingxi's eyes again.

He didn't say anything, his eyes were still calm, but he stared at Yan Qingxi seriously, as if he was observing or identifying something.He didn't feel any impatience or rejection because of this crazy woman crying suddenly.

Under Yan Qingxi's unbelievable eyes, Yan Chen stood up slowly, walked silently to the living room and brought back a box of tissue paper, and put it in Yan Qingxi's hand.

After finishing these, he went to collect his paintings on his own.

In addition to the two bedrooms, there is also a studio specially arranged by Yan Qingxi for him, where Yan Chen's paintings are usually placed.

Yan Chen took the completed painting and walked towards the studio.

Behind him, Yan Qingxi finally recovered from the shock, took out two pieces of paper, wiped her tears while...

Crying louder.

Yan Chen: "..."

After crying bitterly, Yan Qingxi cheered up again.

It is hard to imagine that a suicidal person would give up the idea of ​​committing suicide just because of a painting, but this is indeed what she experienced personally.

Yan Qingxi secretly scolded herself for being stupid, because only when she was dizzy would she have the idea of ​​committing suicide.The younger brother's situation is special, how can she leave him alone?

While taking out his mobile phone, he called the psychiatrist who used to consult frequently.

"Are you sure you read it right?" The doctor, surnamed Yu, questioned what she said.

After Yan Qingxi repeatedly assured, Dr. Yu pondered for a moment: "Okay, I understand."

"However, whether your brother's condition has improved or not will require further diagnosis. It would be best if I could communicate with him face to face."

"Is Miss Yan free recently?"

Doctor Yu can come to the door at any time, but he needs Yan Qingxi's assistance to communicate with Yan Chen, so he asked once.

Yan Qingxi replied: "Yes."

I made an appointment with Dr. Yu tomorrow afternoon, Yan Qingxi hung up the phone, just when the doorbell rang, it was the nurse who was here to cook.

After dinner, Yan Chen sat on the sofa and played with the tablet.

It's not right to say that he is playing, he is actually painting.It's just that Yan Chen in the past liked hand-painting more than board painting.

Seeing him scribbling and drawing with a brush, Yan Qingxi was not surprised.

My younger brother is quite talented in painting, whether it is watercolor, traditional Chinese painting, or oil painting, he can paint, and he has also done woodblock painting.

But what is he painting?

Yan Qingxi was a little curious, but compared with the easel, the tablet was too small, and it couldn't be seen clearly if it was a little farther away.

She moved towards Yan Chen's direction.

Seeing that Yan Chen didn't respond, he moved to that side again, and when he was only half a body away from the distance of one body, Yan Chen turned his head and looked over.

Yan Qingxi had an innocent face, looked at him with a gentle smile and asked, "What's the matter, Chenchen?"

"Uh..." Yan Chen turned his eyes away and continued to draw.

Yan Qingxi breathed a sigh of relief, stretched her neck and opened her eyes wide to see——

On the tablet, there are clusters of messy, overlapping ones. In game terms, they belong to distorted lines that will lose the san value at a glance.

The lines are still growing.

Yan Qingxi felt a pain in her heart, Yan Chen was not drawing, but just repeating this meaningless behavior mechanically...

Simply put, he was sick.

"Chenchen, don't be like this..." Yan Qingxi slightly raised her arms, wanting to hug him very much.

But the fact is that she stood up, walked away from Yan Chen, and finally sat on the side sofa.

She will not analyze the behavior in time, but only knows that he should be in a state of tension or anxiety within a controllable range.

At this time, staying away is his protection.

Yan Qingxi closed her eyes and let out a breath.

In addition to psychological hints and behavior guidance, music-guided therapy is also one of the common methods to help alleviate autism.

But unfortunately, individual differences were reflected in Yan Chen at this time, and his sensitivity to music was far lower than that of pictures.

She could make Yan Chen listen to the music passively, but she couldn't make him actively stare at a sunny painting.

Yan Qingxi looked at Yan Chen worriedly.

He still kept moving with the pen, and he didn't know if he was still drawing lines or if he had recovered his emotions.

The television is tireless and becomes the only source of sound in the living room.

The two people in the living room were not in the mood to watch TV, but suddenly, Yan Qingxi heard a familiar tune.

Immediately afterwards, it was something she was too familiar with.

her own singing voice.

"Uh..." Yan Qingxi looked sideways and found that what was playing on the TV was a TV series filmed last year.

At that time, she was popular, and the ringtone of the heroine's mobile phone was the theme song she gave to her drama "Singing with Love".

To tell the truth, very hot ears.

Yan Qingxi was about to change channels with the remote control.

Turning around, he found that Yan Chen, who was looking down at the tablet just now, raised his head at some point.

The siblings have very similar eyes, but Yan Qingxi has always felt that her younger brother's eyes are more beautiful, clearer and purer than hers.

And those eyes were staring at the TV seriously at this moment.

Yan Chen looked at the TV screen, and his eyes paused for a moment on the face of the unfamiliar actress.

He frowned unconsciously.

The ringtone soon disappeared, and Yan Chen lowered his head again, gripped the capacitive pen tightly, and began to draw on the tablet even more anxiously.

Yan Qingxi was in a complicated mood, she didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

After hesitating for a moment, she sat next to Yan Chen, boldly stretched out her hand to cover his hand holding the pen.

"Chenchen." Yan Chen paused, raised his head with a frown, Yan Qingxi's bloodshot eyes revealed an irresistible tenderness.

"Want to hear my sister sing?"

It was Yan Chen who stopped the pen, and Yan Qingxi quickly withdrew his hand to avoid causing him more discomfort.

Taking advantage of her younger brother's attention being attracted by her, Yan Qingxi hummed in a low voice without thinking about it.

She hummed a soothing little tune that she learned a long time ago to assist in intervention training.

Yan Qingxi doesn't sing very well, she has a very amateurish voice.

But her voice is in good condition, and when she just hums and doesn't sing, she has a different kind of softness and slowness.

When she was studying, Yan Qingxi's singing had little effect on Yan Chen. Now she is very nervous and wonders if it will be effective.

Perhaps too many miracles have happened today...

Otherwise she would not have such courage.

Accompanied by the gentle humming of the female voice full of emotion, Yan Chen's mood gradually stabilized.

He stared at Yan Qingxi intently, reminding the latter of the children in the kindergarten who listened carefully to class, so she couldn't help laughing.

The phone rang suddenly.

Yan Qingxi wiped away the teardrops from the corners of her eyes, and explained softly in line with her body language: "Chenchen, I'm going to answer a phone call, and I'll be right back."

After watching her walk to the balcony, Yan Chen lowered his head again and started a new canvas.

The call was from the director of a variety show.

This afternoon, Yan Qingxi has successively received calls from three partners who proposed to terminate the contract and demand compensation.

Now that she has decided to cheer up and live a good life, she can't be an old lady... Cough cough.

So if the request is reasonable, she basically agrees.As for those who bully people too much, she is also going to delay it first and ask a lawyer to negotiate.

Yan Qingxi did not expect that the director would call.

The director, surnamed Cheng, is a veteran variety show director, and he is working on a slow life variety show.

Before Yan Qingxi was still popular, the other party invited her to participate in the filming of the next season, and Yan Qingxi agreed.

The key point is an oral agreement.

Without even signing the contract, Yan Qingxi thought that if something happened to her, the other party would automatically acquiesce in voiding the agreement.

Unexpectedly, he actually made a phone call to explain, and the reason he used was still inconsistent with the style.

Director Cheng: "I'm sorry, Xiaoyan, but you also know that audiences who are slow-moving don't like fan circles."

"If you come, the ordinary audience will definitely not boycott you, but as soon as there are more ghosts and monsters on the barrage, they all run away..."

Yan Qingxi smiled: "I understand, Director Cheng is fine, you don't need to apologize to me."

"I know, it's not easy for you now." On the other side of the phone, Director Cheng pondered for a moment.

He has been in the circle for so many years, he knows what kind of person Yan Qingxi is, or else he wouldn't feel guilty.

He really wanted to give Yan Qingxi a hand, but the method... But let's see if the other party can accept it.

Director Cheng went on to say: "I have a friend, you should have heard of it, and he also shoots variety shows."

"You should be short of money now, right? He just has a lack of traffic. You are still a high topic and meet the requirements."

"I'll send you his work number in a while."

Before hanging up the phone, Director Cheng finally said earnestly: "His variety show has a unique style, but if he can perform well, it is also an opportunity. You should think about it carefully."

"Okay...thank you, Director Cheng."

The other party quickly sent a message. The name of the variety show was "Survival Battle". Yan Qingxi had never watched it, but she had heard of the director's name.

The director's surname is Fang, and he seems to have been scolded quite harshly on the Internet.

Yan Qingxi opened the search engine hesitantly. Director Cheng said that this variety show has a unique style. What is the unique method?

Soon, she found related videos.

"Ten people are fighting for nothing, just to fight for it!"

"Counting the plastic sisters that have appeared since the broadcast of "Desert Island Wars", the most overwhelmed one is..."

"A loving couple broke up on a desert island, and the woman said in a high-profile way: I choose bread!"

"Fighting and fighting, intrigue, this show is really exciting!"

Yan Qingxi: "..." Yes, it is quite unique.

The author says:

Note: Please do not study all the interactive behaviors with autism in the article, the description and portrayal of autism in the article cannot represent the reality.

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!