special stargazing

Winter November, at the gate of the city's No. [-] Special Education School.

Two parents were talking to a female teacher when a few fallen leaves were blown to their feet by the cold wind.

The No. [-] Special School is classified as the No. [-] Middle School. It is called "City No. [-]" by people in the Jianghu area. It is located on the edge of the third ring road at the Zhengdong Gate in the city. It is next to the racing track and backed by Longquan Mountain.

The only "disadvantage" is that almost all the students here have "defects".

The matriarch looked very embarrassed, "Teacher, our son is different, please bear with me..."

"Don't worry about giving us a special child. But, I don't know how often you plan to see him?"

After the teacher finished speaking, the parents of the Lu family who were asked looked at the place where their son was standing.

"Well..." The mother's forehead was sweating quickly, "It's not easy for us to be parents."

Lu Jianxing was standing alone inside the iron gate of the campus.

He stuck his fingers in the cracks in the railing of the iron gate, knocking little by little, and remained silent.

He has been doing this for almost 10 minutes.

This is a new student welcomed by Shi Er today, he is different from other children.

Lu Ma's eyes turned red, and she replied in a low voice, "One... well, about two months."

Although Lu Jianxing's thinking was no longer "disturbed" by the outside world, he also heard the words "two months".Lu Jianxing raised his head suddenly, and stopped the repeated movements of his hands.

two months?

Less than 10 minutes later, he saw his parents get on the return bus and waved to him in the car.

Lu Jianxing had no expression on his face, and put his hands in his pockets.There was an incomprehensible reluctance in his heart.

The teacher came over and wanted to grab his hand to say goodbye to his parents.

He showed obvious resistance.

Lu Jianxing wore a blue school uniform on his shoulders, the black hair on his forehead was blown out of shape by a strong wind, and a small dark blue mole was dotted with a colored pen on the end of his eyes.

Seeing his parents' car going away, Lu Jianxing didn't say a word, but said silently in his heart, goodbye.

If he is still young, all his attention may only be on the round tires of the car and the exhaust pipe of his buttocks, and his feelings for his family will not affect him in the slightest.

But he is now 17 years old, he is not heartless.

Lu Jianxing knew that he was different from others since he was a child.

When he was a child in the kindergarten, when all the children gathered in the play area to play hide-and-seek happily, he was staring blankly at the motionless ball in the corner.

Parents come to pick up their children every afternoon, and he is always the most obtrusive little Douding in the small class.

Because he won't run over and throw himself into the arms of his parents.

He can't laugh, can't make trouble, and can't talk, he just stands quietly in the most inconspicuous corner, as beautiful as a porcelain doll.

After he ate only potatoes for a month, his parents finally couldn't bear it, and took Way Seeing Star to the best hospital in the province for a checkup.Facing the unfamiliar and cold equipment and "white coat", he frowned and called "Mom".

The next few hours were spent in tears and sighs of parents.

Lu Jianxing was subjectively diagnosed as "high-functioning children with autism".

His three-year-old sky was gray.

Until the age of 17, Lu Jianxing spoke very little in front of his parents, let alone participating in normal social interactions.

Just now, he transferred to the most famous special school in the neighboring province for the third time.

The No. 11 Special Education School in the city is not big. It is divided into middle school and high school. It is responsible for completing the education of young people aged [-] to [-] and providing effective treatment.

His new head teacher is a 25-year-old female teacher named Han and surnamed Tang.

"Hello, Mr. Han! We are going to physical education class!"

"Who did Teacher Han bring here again?"

"Old Xi...I..."

A group of boys jumped down the stairs laughing and playing, and hurried to the playground.

Lu Jianxing stood in the corridor of the teaching building in his school uniform, silently watching Tang Han bend over and squat down, and tie the shoelaces of a boy with a dull expression.

After tying the shoelaces, Tang Han patted him on the shoulder and said, "Go and play!"

The little boy didn't thank him either, and ran away quickly.

"Jianxing, this is how we are here. It should be different from the school you usually go to. Every student here has a little flaw, but these are temporary. Listen to the teacher, get along well with your classmates, Open up slowly, okay?"

After Tang Han said these words, he also sweated for himself.

There are tens of thousands of children with special needs, but "autism" is the most difficult to contact.

Generally, no parents will send them to special education schools, because they will seal themselves in the fortress and will not recognize anyone.

Tang Han's words fell into Lu Jianxing's ears, and the volume was automatically reduced by half.

Moreover, Lu Jianxing's eyes were now focused on the crimson bow around Tang Han's neck.

Tang Han said again: "Jian Xing, let's get dressed first, is that okay?"

Lu Jianxing did not receive this information.

A gust of wind passed through the corridor, Lu Jianxing turned around neatly in his school uniform, and the hem of the clothes drew an arc in the air.

Corridors, wind, clothes, and fallen leaves are the only things he can perceive.

He is like a nameless knight chasing the wind, leaving no dust behind.

After arranging Lu Jianxing to return to the classroom, Tang Han returned to the office with the lesson plans and cards.

Before she left, she added two lines to Lu Jianxing's badge: Lu Jianxing, 17 years old, high-functioning autism, Class [-] of high school.

A red five-pointed star symbol is drawn next to it.

—— Key nursing objects.

To put it simply, this second special school in this city has never really accepted autistic students.

There are various illnesses among students on campus, and fights and conflicts are commonplace, but autism is really difficult to integrate into the group. Most families with patients will choose to keep their children at home or send them to a special center for children with autism, because that will make them more effective. good intervention treatment.

But Lu Jianxing has grown up.He is said to be obedient, but he is also rebellious, and will never do what his elders ask him to do. He is said to be rebellious and has no feelings, and he will pinch his palms red because of his parents' "abandonment".

In this unknown school, the too harsh winter wind made him shiver all over.He is used to the day-to-day lifestyle, and is extremely unaccustomed to the sudden "difficulty".

If you are not used to it, you will feel tightness in your chest.

After hesitating at the door of the classroom for a few minutes, Lu Jianxing walked in with his schoolbag in his arms, and the school uniform on his shoulders had slipped down to his arms.A classmate came to help him get clothes, but he didn't seem to see it.

He can only feel "the clothes are in his hands", but not "a classmate helped me just now".

After sitting down according to the seat arranged by Teacher Tang Han, Lu Jianxing slowly put the pen case and books on the table.After a while, a group of curious classmates gathered around him.

A girl asked super loudly, "What's your name?"

There is a little stutter beside him: "Lu, Lu, Lu...he, his breastplate!"

"..." Lu Jianxing froze.

The badge was pulled away by a classmate who didn't know how serious it was, and his neck shrank in pain, and he let out a low snort.

Suddenly, a classmate seemed to have discovered the new world, and shouted: "It's autism!"

"Wow, little autistic! Lu Jianxing, shall we call you little autistic from now on?"

"A little autistic, a little autistic, will you stop being autistic if you shout too much?"

"Hey... what's the point of learning if you can't communicate?"

The students next to me talked a lot, and their voices were kept very low.

But Lu Jianxing still heard it.

He put his head down to pack his things, looking like a knife at the end of his eyes, he glanced at his own area on the desk, and then quietly put the things that did not belong to him on the desk of the same desk.

He wasn't curious about who his deskmate was at all, but rather liked the small print on the pencil sharpener.

Sheng... what's going on, I can't see clearly.

"School with autism? I've heard you need to stay home."

"Wow, little autistic looks good. Exquisite."

"Those girls in the next class are going crazy again?"

Someone started to strike up a conversation with him: "Hey, little autistic, can you talk?"

Classmate: "Autistic kid, are you playing with me? I'm out of balance, and I won't get dizzy if I run around the pole in circles!"

A girl next to her laughed wildly: "Shut up! Why didn't you say that you have poor coordination of your hands?"

This scene can be described as a gathering of little sparrows, chattering all over the place.

So crowded.

The noise from the surrounding classmates blurred Lu Jianxing's perception.

Lu Jianxing sat there stiffly, looking very embarrassed.He was indifferent and silent on the surface, but in fact his palms hidden in his pockets were already sweating.

Why did all the books on my desk fall to the floor?

Why are people talking around my table?

Where's my badge?

Lu Jianxing looked up, and looked at the badge that was accidentally pushed to the ground by a classmate with a slightly confused look.

He suddenly moved the table away, and a classmate who was standing against the table staggered, slapped the table and started muttering: "Hey, just ignore people, what does that mean?"

"..." Lu Jianxing bent down and couldn't reach the badge, so he had to move the table a bit.

The classmates next to each other began to discuss in whispers again: "Are all autism like this?"

No matter how dull Lu Jianxing was, he could still feel the three words that hurt him.

He frowned and swept away his indifferent eyes.

Maybe it was because Lu Jianxing, who never said a word, had too much aura, the students who came to show their kindness all crowded to the other table.Some of them may not have bad intentions, but due to congenital deficiencies and empathy defects, they cannot stand the restraint of speaking.

Suddenly, several figures ran quickly in the corridor of the teaching building.

A classmate opened the window and looked into the corridor from the classroom. After looking for a while, he turned his head and said cautiously: "Oh, stand far away, the confinement is back."

As soon as the words fell, a basketball fell into the door of Class [-] and [-] of Senior High School.

The basketball hit the desk lightly.

After rolling down a circle, the basketball stopped slowly, and then, a figure flashed beside the blackboard, the altitude was very good.

Standing on tiptoe, the top of your head can be as high as the top of the door frame.

Lu Jianxing was in a daze at first, but for some reason, his gaze suddenly followed the basketball.

The basketball is round and brown, with "SYX" glued on it with a rubber pen.

Immediately afterwards, the basketball was stepped on by a foot.

Lu Jianxing's gaze moved upwards, passing over a pair of long legs belonging to a teenager, and a part of his naked waist... Further up, he saw a boy who was biting the hem of his clothes to wipe his sweat.

In a little more detail, he saw the sweat slipping from the boy's chin, following the well-proportioned muscle lines of his arms and soaking into the fabric.

Compared with the other chick-like boys in the classroom, this one has shown his masculinity prematurely.

But all of Lu Jianxing's attention returned to the basketball he was stepping on.

"It's still so hot to play ball in winter..." the boy cursed, loosened the hem of his clothes, and fanned the wind.

Only then did he turn his eyes to the place where the crowd gathered, and said loudly, "New here?"

A male classmate came over to touch his shoulder with a smile, grabbed him and wanted to shake: "Hey, this is a little autistic, boring."

"Don't touch me."

He warned again, frowned impatiently, kicked the basketball bag aside, and walked towards Lu Jianxing while propping up the desk.

The students who were surrounding Lu Jianxing's desk all took a step back.

They all seem to be afraid of him.

It's the kind of fear of encountering a small disaster and fearing that it will hurt yourself.

He walked to the Lu Jianxing table, scanned the crowd, and then looked down at the badge that had been trampled on the floor.

Kneeling down again, he picked up the badge.

"Whose is this?"

After voicing the question, he lowered his head, glanced at the name on the badge, curled the corner of his mouth, and read out: "Lu Jian Xing..."

Lu Jianxing looked up at him with a cold face, "..."

He looked at Lu Jianxing's face, froze for a few seconds, and said, "It matches my name quite well."