special stargazing

City [-]'s welcome party was on the local news, and people from the newspaper came to interview him before school ended at noon on New Year's Day.

On New Year's Day, the afternoon of the [-]st and the whole day of the [-]nd, the classes in the morning of the [-]st have to follow the schedule.At first, Lu Jianxing didn't know who was coming from the newspaper office. He only heard some students in the class come to hand out practice papers, and they talked while handing out: "Today, the number of people coming from the newspaper office is much less than that of the TV station."

"Let me tell you, no one really reads newspapers now..." Another girl whispered.

"Not necessarily! When I was a child, there was a mentally ill patient who got sick and got lost. It was her family who published the newspaper and found him."

"You said it was when you were young..."

Lost?

Lu Jianxing came back to his senses, glanced at the empty seat beside him, and suddenly felt a little uneasy.

He waved to Sheng Yexing who was standing by the window sill, the latter stopped writing and made a walking motion with his fingers on his chest.

Seeing that the meeting arrived, Lu Jianxing nodded, moved his fingers along with him, and then pointed to the empty seat next to him.

Sheng Yexing put away his notebook and came over to sit next to him, his brows furrowed with nervousness, "What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?"

Lu Jianxing shook his head.

In addition to the smell of perfume, the presence of Sheng Yexing also reassured him a lot.

Other people around him are not attractive to him, it is enough for him to feel this heat source.

call--

Really much better.

"Boss! Why are you going back to your seat? We haven't finished copying here yet." Li Dingxi muttered, cursing himself for being useless.

He couldn't sit still, and when he was punished to copy ancient poems, he had to stand and shake his legs. He often left his seat suddenly in class, and turned around from time to time to feel comfortable.

Tang Han said, Li Dingxi, you and Gu Qunshan should just stand by the window sill as soon as you do your homework in the future, there is no need to feel uncomfortable in your seat.

Sheng Yexing was also punished for copying. He was bored sitting by himself, so he stood at the window with Gu Qunshan and Li Dingxi and copied ancient poems while watching the scenery.

After finally getting out of school, Tang Han called the names of the whole class one by one according to the roster on the podium, and said "Happy New Year's Day" to each of them, and also trained the students to express their blessings to others.

Finally, the roll call came to Lu Jianxing, who stood up and remained silent for a long time.

"Happy New Year," Gu Qunshan tilted his stool at the front table, and quietly reminded the back, "Brother Lu, just say Happy New Year!"

"Xin," Sheng Yexing covered his face with a book, and whispered, "Say, Xin."

Lu Jianxing bit his lip tightly, trembling with anxiety.

But he knew that he needed to calm down immediately, even though he couldn't speak, he couldn't be in a hurry, let alone get angry for no reason.

Often being unable to express emotions with words is the most painful thing for him. He also often wonders why human beings have bodies and eyes, but many things must be conveyed in words?

As he thought, his hands trembled even more.

The boy at the next table saw that several classmates were reminding Lu Jianxing, and whispered, "New."

Sheng Yexing reminded again: "New."

Tang Han waited quietly for him to say a word, his eyes full of expectation and encouragement.

About three or four minutes later, Lu Jianxing's tightly clenched fists relaxed.

He moved his Adam's apple, his voice was a little hoarse after he hadn't spoken for a long time: "...New."

His voice was not too loud, just enough that most of the classmates could hear him.

Because the classroom has long been so quiet that a needle can be heard.

Just wait for him to speak.

The second after he finished saying this word, Li Dingxi took the lead and jumped up to accept Lu Jianxing's words, and shouted in unison with the whole class: "Happy New Year!"

Then, a group of students in the classroom began to "twitter" to send blessings to the teacher: "Happy New Year, Teacher Han! It's a holiday!"

"What kind of holiday is it? You have to come back after New Year's Day. Today, Lu Jianxing is great, and so are you."

Tang Han collected the textbook, gave Lu Jianxing a look, and smiled softly.

As soon as Tang Han left, the bell rang for the end of get out of class, and their New Year's Day holiday officially began.

Sheng Yexing planned to lead Lu Jianxing out, but he had to go back to the dormitory with a large group of buddies first.

Their school team added a road star, and seven or eight high school boys around 1.8 meters in size gathered in the corridor. You bumped into me, and I bumped into you. Sheng Yexing frowned when he saw it, and protected his little self-isolation behind him.

Lu Jianxing is not short, he is about 17 meters tall at the age of 1.8, and his looks are even more outstanding.

But throwing him among a group of cheerful boys would only make him feel too abrupt.

Judging from the state, he is too withdrawn.

"Li Dingxi! Are you sick again? I forgot my extracurricular books in class again, thanks to your class who stopped me." Zhan Fei turned the corner from the corridor at the door of Class [-] classroom, and threw a book of fantasy with the cover off Come to the novel, "The whole school knows about your forgetfulness!"

Li Dingxi was furious: "I've never had a good time!"

Gu Qunshan, who was watching the fun, showed his white teeth with a smile, put his hand on Li Dingxi's shoulder and squeezed together with him in the corridor, "Okay, you should cooperate with Teacher Tang Han more... you're an adult with mild brain dysfunction 'Why do I feel more and more serious?"

"Fuck, I call it 'ADHD'." Li Dingxi said.

Zhan Fei continued, "The scientific name is 'Adult Mild Brain Dysfunction'."

Li Dingxi stared over: "Can you shut up, brother?"

"Okay," Zhan Fei shrugged, "I have no right to say anything about you."

"Hey, come here," Li Dingxi saw that Sheng Yexing had been listening to them, and raised his voice a little, "I have something interesting to say. Do you know the groups on the post bar? It's a group of patients gathered together experience will be exchanged.”

"I know I know!" Zhan Fei said.

Li Dingxi took Zhan Fei's oden and took out a skewer to eat.

He moved so fast that his mouth was burned, and he snored a few times to feel better, before he said: "Last night, I added an ADHD patient. I was talking about how to treat it at first, but suddenly someone started to take a small video of shaking with their mobile phone. , guess what?"

Sheng Yexing, who was still smoking a cigarette beside him, glanced at him: "What's the matter?"

"After a few minutes," Li Dingxit said mysteriously, "everyone in the group started to take pictures, shaking harder and faster than anyone else... Isn't this fucking sick?"

Zhanfei couldn't hold back and interrupted: "There were originally."

Li Dingxi tried to seek justice for his patient: "Fuck, these two 'sickness' don't mean the same..."

"I added it too," Sheng Yexing said, "People in the group don't type, they only make voice calls. As soon as they come, they start talking about which celebrities are also manic, saying that they have held their breath for three months and cured their illness. , saying that the state of mania is hitting evil, and being able to communicate with gods and gods..."

Li Dingxi: "So funny? Then how do your other group members reply?"

Sheng Yexing sneered, helpless, "Tell me to take the medicine quickly."

"Hey, tell me, is there a group of little autistics like them?"

Li Dingxi whispered, put his arm back on Gu Qunshan's shoulder, and threw a thunderbolt to blow up Zhanfei, "Zhanfei, what do you think?"

Zhan Fei didn't speak, and Gu Qunshan continued: "What do you think? It's hard to chat by yourself, and you still have a group chat? Does everyone send an ellipsis?"

Li Dingxi: "I think it should be a full stop."

Gu Qunshan: "Pull it down, I don't think anyone in the group is talking."

Li Dingxi: "Maybe there are no people who join the group."

Sheng Yexing, who was listening nearby, decided to set things right and took out his phone.

He opened the chat interface between himself and Lu Jianxing, and swiped the screen a few times with his thumb, "People can communicate by text, don't make fucking rumors."

"Oh……"

After Li Dingxi finished speaking, he decided that he had to take a few buddies and run a little farther first.

The boss looks a little angry, maybe the volcano will erupt again at any time.

Sheng Yexing's eyes were all on the wechat interface of his mobile phone, and he once again noticed the wechat avatar of the little autistic.

Still a small cartoon microphone.

The little autistic boy is very funny when he sends a message, like the speaker in the online game interface is talking, and every sentence costs some money.

He thought for a while, then slowed down and walked at the back of the crowd, stretched out his arms and brought Lu Jianxing towards him, and asked in a low voice, "Can you tell me why the profile picture is like this?"

Lu Jianxing didn't feel like talking today.

He had already crossed the road with a group of people before he raised his phone and shook it.

Sheng Yexing nodded, and was about to send a WeChat message to repeat his question, but Lu Jianxing took the initiative to send a message to reply him.

——Afraid of being interviewed.

Sheng Yexing remembered the little autistic child's resistance to "being asked about autism" during Christmas, and decided to avoid this question: ——Then why is your avatar still a small microphone?

After the school team had finished their meal with Lu Jianxing, Lu Jianxing slowly typed:

—Using a microphone as an avatar.

——The other party will feel that my text is very loud.

— as if speaking to the whole world.

He needs to hold the mobile phone with one hand and touch it with the other hand to type. The speed is extremely slow, and sometimes his hands shake.

After typing these more than 20 characters, Lu Jian stared with sweat on his forehead. He wiped some paper towels, lowered his head and wanted to type again, but stopped for a few seconds, he could feel that Sheng Yexing had been watching He types.

Lu Jianxing felt a little uncomfortable for his behavior that was different from ordinary people.

He didn't want to take off his pants and get on the bed in front of Sheng Yexing, because his posture when climbing the bed ladder was ugly, and he didn't like to use his mobile phone in front of Sheng Yexing, because his posture of holding a mobile phone was also different from others.

Looking at him for a few seconds, Sheng Yexing lowered his head and unlocked his phone screen.

Lu Jianxing saw his fingertips swipe quickly on the screen, then clicked here and there, and after a while, he picked up the phone and pointed at him.

Unlocking and opening WeChat, Lu Jianxing tried his best to make his movements look proficient and not awkward.

There was only one sentence in Sheng Yexing's message.

——Although I don't use a microphone profile picture, I am also speaking to the world.

Talking to my whole world.

After gathering downstairs in the dormitory, Sheng Yexing nodded on the heads of the school team brothers and shouted "free activities", and the New Year's Day holiday officially began.

For the first time on a vacation with no training or homework at all, Li Dingxi jumped up and down so excitedly that he was still slamming the window when he got into the car where his relatives came to pick him up, and yelled at Zhan Fei and Gu Qunshan with his mouth "Goodbye Jianghu", and then stuck out his head from the skylight to call Lu Jianxing: "Brother Lu——Happy New Year's Day!"

"..." Sheng Yexing pulled the expressionless Lu Jianxing behind him.

Li Dingxi blew a kiss from a distance: "See you again, Boss!"

"Is he really okay? I feel like his legs are shaking like a tailor recently..."

Zhan Fei watched him off worriedly, then turned his head and pointed to the dormitory building, "I'm going back to rest if I have nothing to do."

Sheng Yexing nodded, "Happy holiday."

After he finished speaking, he hooked his hands towards Lu Jianxing, and the two of them went up to the dormitory on the fifth floor one after the other.

After taking off his school uniform, Lu Jianxing tugged at the scarf that was tied too tightly, stood a little nervously at the door, and knocked on the wall, meaning: I'm done.

"Well, I'm fine too." Sheng Yexing put on his riding gloves and glanced at Lu Jianxing's coat, "Keep the cash in place, don't lose it."

"Okay." Lu Jianxing covered his pocket.

He turned his head to look at the door, but still couldn't help reaching out to knock.

In the past, Li Dingxi would tell Lu Jianxing, "We are indoors, and now we are going out. There is no one outside, so there is no need to knock on the door", but Lu Jianxing didn't seem to listen at all.

He still stubbornly knocked on the bedroom door every day before going out.

He knew that although this action might look stupid to others, it was a very important thing to him.

Just a knock on the door will make him feel the beginning of a new day and be full of fighting spirit.

Taking the motorcycle out of the parking shed downstairs of the dormitory, Sheng Yexing grabbed the helmet and put it directly on Lu Jianxing's head.

Lu Jianxing felt uncomfortable and insisted on taking it off, but Sheng Yexing couldn't help it, he just said: "Then our speed will be slow, we can't speed up, it won't be exciting anymore."

Lu Jianxing didn't seem to want to wear a helmet very much, and laughed when he knew he could not wear it.

He hated the feeling of being closed, let alone the feeling of suffocation, which made him want to vomit.

He really wanted to tell Sheng Yexing how he felt, but he couldn't.

Before leaving, Lu Jianxing dug out his pockets, carefully stuck the City No. [-] Special Student Rescue Card in his jacket, checked the things that must be taken out, and suddenly said, "Medicine."

Sheng Yexing said: "If you don't eat, you won't be able to ride a bicycle."

As he spoke, he went to light the fire.

The Roadhunter locomotive roared, and waves of dust were stirred up around their feet.

This movement successfully attracted Lu Jianxing, and his attention fell on the dust.

The noise of the locomotive was amplified countless times in his mind, but it was still bearable.

When Lu Jianxing was in a daze, Sheng Yexing got out of the car, took off his coat and wrapped it around behind Lu Jianxing, got in the car by himself, and tied the cuffs of the coat around his body in front of him.

Lu Jianxing: "..."

What does it mean?

Sheng Ye changed direction, glanced behind him, and gave an explanation: "This way it won't fall."

The car drove slowly on the road.

Sheng Yexing swore that this was the first time in his life that he drove the locomotive like a little electric donkey.

The cold wind shaves his face, and the little autistic has keen senses. He wears the big hat that comes with his coat and covers his face tightly.

"Lu Jianxing, don't fall asleep. Once you fall asleep, you will become heavier. I'm really afraid that you will fall." Sheng Yexing turned to look at him.

He rubbed against Sheng Yexing's back for a long time before he said, "Tell me."

"say what?"

Lu Jianxing raised his hand, scratched the word "ill" on Sheng Yexing's back with his finger, and poked it.

"What did you write?" Sheng Yexing's laughter scattered in the wind.

Lu Jianxing took the trouble to write the word "disease" countless times, and stamped each one after writing.

I don't know how many times it took before Sheng Yexing vaguely sensed what he meant, and asked, "Are you asking about my illness?"

Lu Jianxing poked him twice.

It should mean: yes.

"You want to know me that much?"

Lu Jianxing poked him twice again.

Sheng Yexing took a deep breath of cold air, and said while riding the bicycle: "I, I am manic. When I get excited, I feel very happy and floaty. I am very irritable and even abuse violence."

Lu Jianxing clenched his fist behind him: "Hit!"

"Hit what?" Sheng Yexing was amused, "I won't hit you when I hit anyone."

No, this is a flag.

After riding for a while, Sheng Yexing was afraid that he would really fall asleep when he saw Xiaozi shut himself up and kept silent, so he continued, "Are you wondering why I'm sick?"

"Ah."

"Inherited, my father has mental illness... I can't hide it."

"what."

"Yes, you make a little noise when I say a word, at least let me know that you are not asleep and can understand."

"what."

"Hello twice?"

Immediately behind him came Lu Jianxing's indifferent voice: "Haha."

"..."

Sheng Yexing could imagine the vicious look of "Don't mess with me" in the little autistic boy's hat.

Speeding up the car a little, Sheng Yexing still wanted to tell him: "I don't have much impression of my dad, but if I have to dig deep in my memory, there is still something."

"Your dad."

"Yes," Sheng Yexing laughed nonchalantly, as if he was telling a story that had nothing to do with him, "My dad is much better than me. Once he gets sick, he can smash up the house and make many promises that he can't finish at all. Promise... At that time, there were neighbors near my house who said that my dad had a soft meal. He had an attack on the spot and was so mad that his relatives refused to recognize him. Once he even sent his neighbor to the hospital. People who have this disease usually can't stand other people's words He's sick..."

After a pause for a few seconds, Sheng Yexing said, "Actually, I do too."

"..."

Lu Jianxing lowered his eyes, took a deep breath, and didn't know where his eyes fell.

"But I endured it."

Sheng Yexing didn't care whether he listened or not, he just wanted to say, "Actually, many patients don't take medicine actively, and they are very resistant, as did I at the beginning. My aunt used to add medicine to water and vegetables, but The smell of the medicine was too strong, and I spit it out as soon as I tasted it, and I was repelled and my self-esteem was frustrated, and I was even more excited and couldn't control myself."

Lu Jianxing hugged him a little tighter.

"In the beginning I was sent to the hospital where my freedom was limited, and I hated everyone... especially. Especially when I was strapped to the bed."

Lu Jianxing lightly loosened his grip on him.

President Sheng Ye took a breath, calmed down his unstable emotions, and said, "Lu Jianxing, sometimes I envy you."

You don't know hate, and you don't know sadness.

Sheng Yexing stayed in a mental hospital, and also met a child with autism who was mistaken for a mental illness and sent to the hospital.

He didn't care about the surrounding environment, so he only heard about those things, saying that some were bullied by normal classmates in ordinary schools, and after the bullying was over, he asked the teacher: Why did you treat me like this?

They are still young and do not understand that "bullying" is malicious, let alone "why I am the one being bullied". It may even take them a long time to understand a vicious move or a hurtful word.

But Lu Jianxing is different, he is 17 years old.

He has already been through this, and is even more sensitive to many things.

He is aggressive and takes an active and violent way to protect himself, so the relationship with the people around him is getting worse and worse, but he is fearless.

During the period when he first came to City [-], if he hadn't been by his side to take care of him, Sheng Yexing couldn't have imagined how much the little autistic boy would suffer.

"The medicine is hard to take, really."

Sheng Yexing said, "When I started taking medicine in junior high school, I was groggy after taking medicine. I had to sleep for many hours a day, and I had no strength. Now you often see me sleeping in class, it's really not because I'm sleepy. .”

Lu Jianxing said clearly: "It's because of the medicine."

"It's going to get fat."

Sheng Yexing is used to Lu Jianxing's sudden voice, "I exercised desperately in middle and high school, participated in team competitions, exercised, and ran in the morning, but I was very afraid that drugs would make me fat."

"fat."

"..."

Sheng Yexing decided to defend his figure: "This is called strong."

"..."

Lu Jianxing stared at his shoulder for a while, then let go of his arms and stroked his shoulder width, as if to express "Sheng Yexing, you are so big".

But Sheng Yexing was riding his bike seriously, and he didn't see it.

Lu Jianxing realized that Sheng Yexing hadn't seen his actions, so he snickered again.