special stargazing

Sheng Yexing stood at the stairs and looked at Lu Jianxing for a long time, feeling an inexplicable sense of satisfaction in his heart.

hot?

I'm hot too.

He shook Lu Jianxing's cold hand and coughed: "It's normal to be hot, you don't need to be nervous."

Lu Jianxing lowered his head, not knowing why he wanted to chuckle.

Although he really wanted to say it, I was really nervous.

There are seven classes in the second grade of senior high school, and each class has 24 students, divided into twelve groups in total.

Because the group of Sheng Yexing and Lu Jianxing was quite boring, Tang Han directly arranged them into the last group, saying that there would be more time for interaction.

The content of the city's February exam is not complicated. In addition to the cultural written test, the interview is basically a simple chat, but this kind of communication requires the cooperation of two partners, and the teacher will record the whole process.

After the written test, the long queue for the interview lined up all the way to the bathroom door of the main teaching building. Some students who couldn’t wait were turning up and down by pressing the handrails in the stairwell, and some were sitting on the steps picking their hands. Their school uniforms were untied and tied around their waists. I don't even know what I'm doing.

In addition to the interview and communication, Tang Han specially added an assessment content only for Lu Jianxing - facial assistance.

She made the four facial expressions of "emotions, anger, sorrow, joy" into cardboard and pieced them together, which is convenient for Lu Jianxing to identify.

After observing Lu Jianxing for a while, she found some expressions of "disdain", "helplessness" and so on to make cardboard.

Lu Jianxing's "high function" always has more room for improvement in her eyes, and she also has the patience to expand.

Tang Han was soft-hearted, and he was more worried about the students who were not good enough in "software" when they came to the exam. After a few groups of exams, he stood outside the exam room to see if the students in the last few groups were preparing seriously.

In addition to Lin Ting, who had difficulty communicating with his partner in speech, there was Liu Ruotong who worried Tang Han more.

The little girl's illness is not easy to explain, but she has an "imaginary companion" who seems to have become an inseparable friend with her.

Tang Han occasionally caught a glimpse of two "persons" talking in the air, not as horrifying as others, but more sad.

The main teaching building of City [-] is not too high, and there are enough safe fences near the high altitude.

There has never been a case of a student falling ill and falling, but in this school, all preparations are made to prevent problems before they happen.

Next to the teaching building, there is a small attic connected by an aisle. The height of the roof is about the same as the third floor of the teaching building.

The railings on the small roof were painted red and rusted, and many discarded books were thrown on the dusty floor, and occasionally some students opened the locks.

As soon as I got out of the roof, I could see the old yellowed documents such as "No Approaching the Roof" and "Code of Safety for Students of the Second Municipal Special School" on the abandoned notice board under the canopy.

Dozens of colorful wish post-it notes cover it, replacing seriousness with unique cuteness.

Tang Han was tired from communicating with the students. He picked up the teacup and added boiling water to take a sip, then turned around and walked to the window to look out. He felt that his breathing stopped for a second——

Looking out from the corridor of the main teaching building, she could see two students in blue school uniforms standing side by side, with earphones in each ear, as if they were very close, and each looked away.

Lu Jianxing and Sheng Yexing stood very close.

It should be that he is not used to getting close in public places, Lu Jianxing moved his feet several times to try to stand further away, Sheng Yexing always took advantage of his height to grab people by their collars and pull him around.

Sheng Yexing's expression was extremely impatient.

But his elbow still leaned towards Lu Jianxing consciously or unconsciously.

He even reached out and tugged Lu Jianxing's sleeve when the too dazzling sunlight broke through the heavy clouds in the morning.

"Teacher Tang," a student shouted softly from behind, "I'm ready."

"coming."

After speaking, Tang Han glanced over there.

She felt a warm current rushing through her heart, twisted the corner of her clothes and began to count the days with her fingers——

Since Sheng Yexing fell ill in the dormitory last time, their life teachers on duty took turns to set up small beds in the corridor, just to guard the dormitory on the fifth floor.

They didn't dare to live in directly, for fear of hurting Sheng Yexing's self-esteem.Although Tang Han knew that Sheng Yexing didn't care, but the thoughts in the adolescent boy's mind changed every day, and no one knew whether he would have the idea of ​​inferiority.

on the rooftop.

The song that was "accidentally" shared has been listened to and looped many times, Sheng Yexing could only click on the list to loop, but found that Lu Jianxing's phone was full of pure music.

Either fingerstyle or piano, the tune is soft and delicate without exception.

Sheng Yexing: "You, do you have that..."

"Electrical music." Lu Jianxing learned to answer quickly, "Yes."

"Huh? Do you listen to those?" Sheng Yexing took the phone over again, clicked on the playlist of Lu Jian Xing Cun's electronic music, and was stunned for a few seconds before saying, "Lu Jian Xing, you have something, the play list overlaps the same I'm that tall? These are what I usually listen to."

Lu Jianxing nodded, snatched the phone away expressionlessly, and glanced at him.

He seemed to be saying: None of your business.

Sheng Yexing was not pleased with his refusal to answer, and hooked his hands at him: "Did you secretly connect Bluetooth to my phone?"

Lu Jianxing: "..."

narcissism!

I just... When I was bored in the bedroom, I swiped the music app and clicked on the people nearby.

All of Sheng Yexing's social software avatars are all black, except for WeChat, other user names are always "sjwhdiyjhsw" letters that no one can find, so easy to identify.

Seeing that the queue in the hallway of the teaching building was shortened, Sheng Yexing took off his earphones and patted the ashes on his clothes, naturally going to grab Lu Jianxing's hand.

Unexpectedly, Lu Jianxing, who has never resisted much, turned sideways to hide for a while, his face was reddened by the sun or something, and he said seriously: "You can't hold hands."

Sheng Yexing was replying to the message with his mobile phone in one hand, "Huh?"

"We," Lu Jianxing couldn't shake off, "are outside."

"Oh, just in the dormitory?"

"..." Lu Jianxing was in trouble, he couldn't think of the difference between being outside and indoors for a while, and he couldn't quite understand the so-called "sense of privacy", so he nodded and shook his head.

Sheng Yexing asked: "Are you afraid of being seen by others? Do you know what it means to hold hands?"

"know."

"What do you mean?"

Lu Jianxing tried hard to understand for a while, and then said word by word: "I love you very much, and you love me very much. Only then can we hold hands."

Sheng Yexing understood what he was struggling with, "Then what if he likes it?"

"Like?" Lu Jianxing could understand the word, but couldn't explain it.

Sheng Yexing, who has always spoken concisely, took the initiative to focus on the key points: "I just want to be nice to someone... Then, if I like it, can I hold hands? Or are you afraid of being seen?"

If the fence on the roof is not high enough that day, the weather is not clear enough, and the sun is not dazzling enough——

Sheng Yexing might not remember this day.

However, the moment Lu Jianxing quietly stretched out a finger from the cuff of his school uniform to hook his little finger, Sheng Yexing quietly recorded this day in the "annals of history".

Soon, Sheng Yexing grabbed Lu Jianxing's hand with his backhand.

The second hand in hand today.

The fence is high enough to keep their chest down.

Looking here from a distance, it will only be regarded as two boys standing on the roof watching the scenery.

Sheng Yexing, who was "hidden as far as possible" by many people, has never been so caught off guard and held hands.

I only heard Lu Jianxing say sternly: "Cover it up."

"If it's love, don't be afraid of being seen."

Sheng Yexing began to interpret his meaning, "Then if you want to be nice to someone, you can hold hands secretly. Right?"

Lu Jianxing thought for a while, then nodded, "Yes."

In fact, he really wanted to say that if he wanted to be nice to a person, he wanted to hold his hand in his palm all the time.

But at that time, Lu Jianxing's attention was all caught by the flowing clouds chasing the breeze in the blue sky.

He raised his hair and stood there for a while, then looked down at the sweaty cuffs pulled by Sheng Yexing, and whispered, "We."

Sheng Yexing turned his head to look at him, "Huh?"

He has not yet fully grown into the appearance of a mature man, but his facial features have gradually become contoured, and even the sharpness between his eyebrows has gradually become sharper.

It's okay for Sheng Yexing to laugh, but if he doesn't smile, he's an "evil face". His eyebrows don't look like the sword in the book or the distant mountains, but the thick and black eyebrows are just right.

Lu Jianxing looked at him, his eyes fell from his face to the collar of his half-open school uniform.

There was a few seconds of silence.

Lu Jianxing only said, "We."

He actually wanted to say that we should take the exam.

Sheng Yexing didn't notice Lu Jianxing's strangeness, but nodded, understood half of what he meant, and glanced at the main teaching building, "Let's go."

When it was their group's turn, the corridor was almost empty.

Tang Han closed the door of the classroom and called them both to sit down first.

The monthly exam is not considered a school exam for her, and the atmosphere is not tense. Sheng Yexing has experienced it many times, and he has handled it with ease. On the contrary, Lu Jianxing is still a little nervous.

As soon as the cardboard of the facial aid was unfolded into the shape of a small fan, Tang Han told Lu Jianxing how to use this auxiliary tool.

She pointed to the cardboard, and Lu Jianxing concentrated his attention and began to recognize the emotions on it, and his reaction was extremely quick: "Happy, in a good mood."

"Then look at the teacher," Tang Han squinted and smiled, "What state am I?"

Lu Jianxing opened his mouth and said, "Happy."

"Yes, what about this one?"

Tang Han turned the cardboard to "angry", Lu Jianxing hesitated for a while, "he."

Tang Han was stunned: "Huh?"

Hearing the sound, Sheng Yexing turned around, his gloomy eyes were lost for a moment, and he directly locked his way to see Xing.The little autistic boy was not afraid of anything, as if he was yelling at him without any pressure: "Sheng Ye Xing."

Tang Han nodded with a suppressed smile, "Oh... Teacher, I understand, you are angry, right? A state of being angry."

"En." Lu Jianxing also nodded.

Sheng Yexing regretted watching the onlookers, and was a little itchy with anger - why didn't the little autistic remember the time when he was gentle?Electric blankets, milk, and canned yellow peaches are all given away for free?

Hey.

The little autistic has to sleep against the wall, occasionally drills into the closet, and must have one leg over the outside of the quilt. He can notice all these details. How come the little autistic is only left with "anger"?

Sheng Yexing was a little frustrated.

However, Sheng Yexing's attention was quickly attracted by the interaction between the teacher and the student.

Turning to "Sorrow", it was the expression of a little person who was crying, Lu Jianxing didn't even think about it, and said directly: "Go home."

Tang Han didn't say much, and changed to "Le".

I have been thinking about seeing the stars this way for a long time.

He grabbed the red scoring pen and put a red dot under the little man's eyes, covered the cap of the pen, lowered his eyes, and fell silent for a while.

After a long time, he said: "I want to be nice to someone."

Tang Han was delighted.

As the teacher of this group of adolescent boys, her first reaction was that Lu Jianxing had someone she liked, but even she found this kind of thinking unbelievable.She has done research on the topic. There are many autistic couples living together abroad who still have difficulty understanding the word "love", but the other party is indeed so inseparable from herself.

The next formal interview is not difficult, nothing more than asking some life questions.

For example, "What delicious food did you eat the day before yesterday", "Have you met new friends on social networks", "How do you feel about your state", "How long do you want to be alone every day", etc...

Tang Han still remembered that when Lu Jianxing first arrived at the school, he used to lie on his stomach in the office, unwilling to communicate at all.

No matter who approaches him, he has only one sentence: Please, leave me alone.

When Tang Han asked "the thing I most want to say to my partner", Sheng Yexing took the lead in answering: "Don't drill into the closet."

Lu Jianxing glanced at him, the corners of his mouth curled up, "The milk sugar is about to melt."

"What?" Sheng Yexing couldn't keep up with the little autistic brain circuit for a while.

"Caramel," Lu Jianxing blinked at him, "not on the bedside."

Tang Han began to act as an interpreter: "Does it mean that milk candy can't be placed beside the bed?"

"Noon," Lu Jianxing pointed out of the window, "sunshine. Sunshine will melt."

"Huh? When did you bring me milk candy?" Sheng Yexing was stunned for a while, thinking that the little autistic boy was a little sneaky last night.

Lu Jianxing smiled but said nothing.

Seeing that Lu Jianxing didn't speak, Sheng Yexing began to flip a small tent in front of Tang Han, "By the way, Lu Jianxing, you haven't told me about your drilling into the closet. Can we stop drilling next time? At night, if you have a little dream, you'll go into the closet. Isn't it too cold to sleep with your back against the wall?"

Lu Jianxing: "Lock."

Sheng Yexing: "Huh?"

"You have the ability," Lu Jianxing said, "You locked it."

"Fuck, a little temper..."

After Sheng Yexing sighed, he didn't know what to say.

Lu Jianxing doesn't feel very safe when he sleeps at night, what can be done about it?

If he got into the habit of digging into the closet, he could only drill into the closet.

Maybe you can still get into my bed?

The author has something to say: Sheng Yexing: Lu Jianxing, what do you want to do all day long, you idiot.

Lu Jianxing (inner os): Grass?