special stargazing

As soon as this idea came out, Sheng Yexing was stunned for a long time before he recovered.

Being a brother or a classmate is okay, but why is it that I am positioned as a "partner"? Is it because the recent concern is too... special?

Boy friend.

This is a romantic relationship, a heart-to-heart relationship, not a joke, and it's not something you can just use your own flaws to prevaricate.

Sheng Yexing took a deep breath, and when he came back to his senses, he let go of the phone he was holding tightly, his palms and the phone case were all wet with sweat.

He's not homophobic, and it's not like he's never heard of such a group of people. He would be so curious that he would search for it... But Sheng Yexing subconsciously thought that he would live alone for the rest of his life, and he didn't think about finding a partner at all. Not to mention sexual orientation, even if he is an adult.

He doesn't believe that there is anyone who can endure him for a long time, the probability of meeting him is too low.

Too low.

When going to school the next day, Sheng Yexing supervised that Lu Jianxing didn't bring the chick back, saying that he would put it in the guard room for "foster care" during class time.

He was not patient enough, so Uncle Ming had to explain to Lu Jianxing what "foster care" was all about for a long time, and Lu Jianxing also understood it for a long time, and finally came to the conclusion: it's like parents put themselves here Same.

Before leaving, Lu Jianxing grabbed Sheng Yexing's clothes and said that the chicken would be unhappy.

Li Dingxi smirked at Lu Jianxing at the side: "Ji——You chicken crows quite loudly."

Lu Jianxing imitated the parrot: "Ji."

Li Dingxi teased him, "Chi Chi Chi Chi."

"Chichi Chichi." Lu Jianxing smiled and cooperated very much.

Li Dingxi got excited: "Chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp!"

"..." The corner of Lu Jianxing's mouth twitched, he looked at Li Dingxi provocatively with the end of his eyes, and stopped following suit.

Li Dingxi yelled: "Oh, Lu Jianxing, you are so bad!"

Lu Jianxing hid behind Sheng Yexing in an instant, grabbed Sheng Yexing's school uniform with his hands and gently pulled it.

Li Dingxi: "Fuck..."

There's no way to stay in this dormitory, since when did the little autistic have such a good relationship with the boss? !

"Li Dingxi, don't f*cking beat me up." Sheng Yexing pushed Li Dingxi, and said casually: "He can learn a sentence for a long time, and when he returns to the dormitory at night, he won't sleep and chirp with Chick, you what to do?"

"Doesn't that affect you too!" Li Dingxi said.

"Me?" Sheng Yexing pinched his cigarette and sneered, "I can go out and live."

Lu Jianxing paused, then continued to follow.

After breakfast, the three of them rushed into the school like a breeze. Sheng Yexing threw away the milk before he finished drinking it. While running, he fed Lu Jianxing fried dough sticks. Choking on hiccups, squatting on the ground for a long time before recovering.

In the morning, he raided the composition test in class, and Lu Jianxing handed in another strange paper.

He didn’t write half a word in the place where he rewritten the composition. It was all drawings, which were scribbled with pencils. It could be vaguely seen that it was a boy riding on a car. The corner of the school uniform was lifted by the wind, revealing a thin and strong body waist and abdomen.

Sheng Yexing stared at the paper for a long time, and finally understood why Jianxing suddenly reached out to stroke his clothes halfway through the exam.Fortunately, he knew Lu Jianxing's character, otherwise he would have thought he was playing hooligan in public.

But the car the person in the painting is riding... looks like a motorcycle no matter how you look at it.

The background was drawn with a pencil, and Lu Jianxing used a lot of lead to paint the sky into foggy gray one by one. The cyclist was small, and a mole was dotted with a red pen on the lower eyelid.

Could it be me who painted it?want me to be happy?

Sheng Yexing was full of doubts, so he elbowed Lu Jianxing, who flinched and was unwilling to speak.

He seems to have been immersed in his own world all the time, and occasionally agrees with the people around him. It seems that there is no big problem, but in fact, he has never opened a certain door at all.The little snake that is drawn every time I write is entangled at the footer of the page, and is drawn in a pose of knotting itself.

After finishing the composition test, Lu Jianxing finished writing at a faster speed than ordinary people.

Sheng Yexing kept glancing at him secretly, thinking that there was no problem at all, and suddenly heard Lu Jianxing beside him and began to read the answer: "a! d! a! c! c! c!"

This stone stirred up waves, and everyone in the class began to whisper: "Wow, Xueba read the answer—"

"What kind of fairy operation is this?"

"Don't talk about it, if you don't want to fail the exam, just write it in a snapshot!"

Tang Han stopped the pace of the examination tour, raised his hand to signal the whole class to stop writing, and tapped the podium with the pointer to signal: "Everyone stop writing first."

"c!" Lu Jianxing finished another answer and rushed to Sheng Sheng Ye, "d!"

He and Lu Jianxing looked at each other for a moment, smiled, and his profile was particularly three-dimensional in the sunlight outside the classroom window, "Lu Jianxing, are you not boiling water today and publishing the answer to benefit the masses?"

"Ah." Lu Jianxing choked on himself, and stopped reading.

"Is the water boiling?" Sheng Yexing glanced at Tang Han, tried to give himself enough patience, and lowered his voice to imitate Lu Jianxing's sound of boiling water yesterday: "Ah——"

"Open."

The person being ridiculed responded in a low voice, and confidently wrote down the answer with a pen, stood up under the gaze of the whole class, moved his lips for a long time and did not speak.

Gu Qunshan was at the front to help: "Mr. Han, Lu Jianxing has to hand in the paper."

"You're the one who talks a lot." Sheng Yexing tapped his head with a pen, "Why don't you let him talk by himself?"

Gu Qunshan covered the top of his head and shouted: "Oh... I'm in a hurry."

The matter of directly reading the answers in the examination room made Lu Jianxing popular on campus all afternoon. Many people from other classes came to Class [-] to take a look at Lu Jianxing. Most of them were curious about what autistic students were like. Can you still talk?After the fight last time, no one dared to gossip. This time, I finally have an excuse to go and have a look.

They pretended to be passing by the bathroom, but in fact they all glanced at the back row of the classroom. Sheng Yexing was annoyed by the sight, so he stared at each other, scaring a few boys who turned around and ran away before even counting their heads.

"Hello! Which class is it?" Li Dingxi trotted to look out, "Don't make noise!"

"Li Dingxi! Can you let your teacher Ban Han transfer Lu Jianxing to our place! The youngest in our class can read the answer!"

Three more figures flew across the corridor.

Several boys followed behind them, scrambling to be the first to shout at the back door of Class Seven: "Didn't your class not talk before when you were autistic, but now you can talk?"

"You have the ability to come to our class to grab it?" Li Dingxi yelled back, blushing and out of breath, "Stupid! Is the hand that was smashed by Lu Jianxing last time healed!"

Someone said: "Tell your class to call when Sheng Yexing is not around!"

"Li Dingxi." Sheng Yexing said.

"what?"

"Back in," Sheng Yexing said in a cold voice, "enter the classroom."

As soon as Li Dingxi retreated into the classroom and stood beside the trash can, Sheng Yexing took the basketball from the back of the chair and twirled it in his hand, threw it hard at the back door, and slammed the door shut with a "bang".

"Sit down." Sheng Yexing said, "Don't talk to them."

Really annoying.

Not only can Lu Jianxing talk, he can also buy pancakes, fruits, eggs, tenderloin and vegetables by himself, he can go to the office to help the teacher with errands, he can go back to the dormitory by himself without falling down, and he can sleep with the lights off against the wall at night. Call out afraid of the dark.

My little autistic kid can do so much shit, I thought he was just like you idiots?

After school in the evening, because Sheng Yexing wanted to stay for basketball training, he had no choice but to send Lu Jianxing to the school gate, and then told him the way to go.

Before leaving, it was getting dark, he saw Lu Jianxing walk a few steps, and corrected him: "Lu Jianxing, don't walk on tiptoe."

Lu Jianxing nodded, and suddenly leaned over and sniffed his neck fiercely. After smelling the smell he liked, he nodded in satisfaction, turned his head and left again.

This taste is a comfort and a guarantee of security for him, which is very important.If you don't smell it one day, it may become the source of Lu Jianxing's irritability and yelling.

This smell also reminded him, he stood in a daze under the statue at the school gate for a few minutes, then lowered his head to stare at his feet, and began to think which one would be better to get out first.

This question made him think about it for another 10 minutes.

He vaguely remembered that Li Dingxi said he wouldn't go back to the dormitory, and Sheng Yexing said he couldn't go back to the dormitory too... It's so late and he has to train, so he is the only one left in the dormitory today?This kind of cognition made Lu Jianxing subconsciously resist going back. He was hungry and cold, and wanted to stand at the school gate and wait for Sheng Yexing to come back from training at night.

His gaze swept to a seat around the flower bed under the big tree, and he sat directly on it without being afraid of cold buttocks.

There are many parents who pick up students after school, but now that the night is falling, most of the day students have been picked up, and most of the people sitting by the flower beds are pedestrians passing by to rest or parents who are still waiting for their children to do special training.

There was still an empty seat next to Lu Jianxing, and next to him was Liu Ruotong, a girl in his class, but he didn't recognize it or remember it.

So cold.

Lu Jianxing retracted his hands, staring blankly at the small stall selling rice rolls and noodles not far away, his stomach growling.Sheng Yexing forgot to take him to buy food today and left.

"Let!"

Liu Ruotong, who had been quietly next to her, suddenly pushed another uncle who came to take an empty seat, and the girl's clear voice turned into a scream, "Ah!!!"

The students in City [-] are special, and some of them come from the inheritance of mental illness from their parents, such as Sheng Yexing, so the parents may not all be "in good spirits."

"Ah—" Liu Ruotong screamed again.

Unexpectedly by everyone present, Liu Ruotong used all his strength to push the uncle to sit beside him, his eyes were red, and he kept shouting: "There are people here, there are people here, here is my friend……"

This seat was clearly occupied by her "good friend".

Her best friend that only she knows.

"Nervous you! Little girl! Is there anyone here?"

The uncle was pushed and shoved to refuse to sit, so he became angry immediately, and stepped on the empty space with his legs, "I want to sit!"

Liu Ruotong screamed almost hysterically, and hugged the uncle's leg, and the latter was also maddened by the provocation, and wanted to kick Liu Ruotong with his leg: "Let go! Crazy!"

The surrounding crowd dispersed a lot at once, their expressions terrified.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!" Liu Ruotong shouted involuntarily, suddenly kicked in the waist and abdomen, lying on the ground unable to get up.

The uncle was completely ignited, broke through the obstruction of several adults around him, and even desperately kicked the girl on the ground.

"Stop kicking! I'm a little girl, are you embarrassed?" Some aunts began to call for help.

The scene was shocking.

Because only a few parents dared to help, it was almost three or four adults who were torn together. Among them, the uncle was madly stomping on the empty space in the flower bed while roaring.

"Crazy! Call the police!"

"Where's the school security room?! It's called the security room!"

Lu Jianxing heard a roar around him, covered his ears with difficulty, turned his head and stood up, staggered and couldn't stand still, and was thrown to the edge of the flower bed by the uncle's fist.

it hurts.

Lu Jianxing didn't say a word, turned around and went to the trash can at the school gate, picked up an iron dustpan with a handle nearly one meter long, carried it on his shoulder, and folded it back.

Who is crying?

The crying sound was sharp and ear-piercing, Lu Jianxing's eardrums were so shaken that it hurt, he lowered his head and glanced at the girl crying on the ground.

In the next second, he swung his iron dustpan over his shoulders, and the young man's body was like a young leopard ready to go, using all his muscle strength to accurately release the heavy weapon——

The iron dustpan hit the uncle on the back.

Not missing at all, Lu Jianxing silently calculated the distance.

One more time.

After hearing only a few screams, someone in the crowd roared like an explosion: "Bleeding! Seeing blood!"

Immediately afterwards, someone started shouting: "Killer!"

I do not have it.

Lu Jianxing threw the bloody dustpan on the ground in a daze, completely forgot about Liu Ruotong, clenched the cuffs of his school uniform tightly, kicked the uncle whose back was bleeding to the ground, held his back, and was about to punch someone Hit the back of the head hard.

"stop!"

There were three or four patrolling campus security guards who rushed out from the campus and took the lead in holding down Lu Jianxing who was about to punch hard.Lu Jianxing quickly dodged, then squatted to the side, wiped his face until his eyes were covered with blood on the tip of his nose.

He stood up without speaking, his eyes were cold and determined.

He still had the iron dustpan in his hand.

In the end, the school called the police and an ambulance, and Lu Jianxing, Liu Ruotong, and the mentally ill uncle were all sent to the hospital for a physical examination.Fortunately, except for the uncle, the two children are fine.

When the uncle's family members came to the hospital to claim it, it was found that it was indeed a parent of a student who had a history of mental illness.

Lu Jianxing's hand trembled.

He vaguely remembered that Ye Sheng Ye Xing had the same look in his eyes as when this uncle had the disease that night.

Chaos and madness.

Tang Han came running from the teacher's apartment before he even changed into his pajamas. He was wearing a thick down jacket, and his hair was blown all over his face by the wind.During the questioning period, she went downstairs to get two cups of hot coconut milk for the two children, and then found a stool to sit in front of them, intending to enlighten them.

Considering his illness, Tang Han held Liu Ruotong's hand and asked her in a low voice, "Tongtong, what drink does your friend need?"

"Just be like me." Liu Ruotong also said quietly.

"Okay." Tang Han smiled and went to buy another cup.

No matter how slow Lu Jianxing was, he still vaguely understood the illness of the girl next to him, and his heart was blocked and swollen for a moment.

Tang Han looked at the silent Lu Jianxing, dipped a cotton tissue in warm water, wiped off the dried blood on his face little by little, and let out a long sigh.Fortunately, it's winter now, and the uncle who hit the person first was also wearing thick clothes, otherwise Lu Jianxing's pinch of dustpan would hurt more than just the flesh.

The blood on his face was almost wiped, and Lu Jianxing's thighs were almost blue.

He really disliked the teacher's touch like this, and also hated the feeling of warm water wiping blood on his face, and the touch of tissue paper... He was so uncomfortable that he wanted to yell, but he endured it all.

Can't happen now.

No.

Tang Han comforted the two students, and said seriously: "Jian Xing, why did you do it? Because the female classmate was bullied, right?"

Lu Jianxing didn't nod, but just said, "It hurts."

"What hurts?"

"She's in pain." It took Lu Jianxing ten seconds to say the answer, then he paused again, and continued, "I've hit it too, me."

Tang Han sighed and said, "That man is mentally ill." Maybe he can't stand any punishment.

"I."

Lu Jianxing uttered a word and couldn't continue, so he had to turn out his mobile phone in his schoolbag.

Then he stayed there for half an hour. He didn't listen to what Liu Ruotong and Tang Han were talking about, and he didn't want to listen.

The WeChat message had already popped up on the screen, Sheng Yexing asked him, where is it?

Then there were more than a dozen missed calls.

Lu Jianxing was a little aggrieved.

He clicked on the memo, and it took him 5 minutes to type a line before slowly showing the phone to Tang Han, asking how soon he could go back to the dormitory.

"It will take a while," Tang Han looked at his watch, "Teacher Ji Chuan will send you back later."

"Quick." Lu Jianxing said.

Tang Han nodded, wanting to touch Lu Jianxing's face, but afraid of disturbing him, he could only say, "Teacher knows."

Lu Jianxing took a deep breath, and turned his eyes to Liu Ruotong who had been trembling from the beginning to the end.

He wanted to tell her that people's brains are different, so there is nothing special about you.

It is precisely because of our differences that our lives are so meaningful.