special stargazing

In mid-to-late January, the course schedule is approaching the end, and the coldest time in winter has passed.

Sheng Yexing's mood was unstable, and he didn't dare to stop the drug or reduce the dosage without authorization, so he could only obey the doctor's orders in a regular manner, and had to sleep on his stomach after class.

Tang Han often came to add a coat to him during the recess of other classes. After a long time, Lu Jianxing also followed Tang Han's example and took off his own clothes to cover Sheng Yexing.

Sometimes, Sheng Yexing was awakened by being smothered.

Tang Han put on one, and Lu Jianxing put on another. He was sweating all over from the heat. He raised his head and swept around the classroom, and finally set his eyes on his deskmate.

The person being targeted just held the fruit distributed by the school and poked holes in the flesh with a plastic fork.

It’s fine to poke, but you have to poke each row symmetrically, pay attention to the depth, and change the side after poking all the way. You don’t plan to eat it at all.

Sheng Yexing sat up straight in silence, tapped the table with his index knuckles, and whistled softly: "See you on the road?"

Lu Jianxing ignored him and continued to poke the fruit.

"Hey," Sheng Yexing moved the stool closer, and took a book to block the two of them, "Stop playing, how can you eat if it's all smashed."

He said and pushed his fruit box over, "You can eat mine, I don't really want to eat it."

I don't like to eat fruit, and every time I want to throw it away, Tang Han always tells me it's a waste of food. If the little autistic loves to eat, it's fine, and my daily fruit box will soon have a place to go.

"..."

Lu Jianxing still ignored him, trying his best to poke every row of fork holes neatly!

"School is over in 10 minutes. If you don't eat it, I'll throw it away."

Sheng Yexing said "ruthless words", and pretended to move the fruit box to his side.

After being quiet for a while, Sheng Yexing pushed the fruit box over to the "[-]th line" and urged: "Look at this apple, which is rich in minerals and vitamins, and this pear, which relieves cough."

"This watermelon is so sweet..."

Gu Qunshan turned his head with the fruit box that he hadn't finished eating, and was about to say a few words when he was stunned again, "Hey, why are there watermelons in winter? It's out of season and unhealthy. Boss, don't let Brother Lu eat it."

Sheng Yexing: "..."

Before he had time to explain, Lu Jianxing grabbed a fork and inserted a piece of red watermelon, and delivered it directly to Sheng Yexing's mouth.

Sheng Yexing was embarrassed to let Lu Jianxing hey under the gaze of Gu Qunshan, so he had to hold the fork and finish the piece of watermelon by himself.

What can I do, I still have to eat.

Sheng Yexing heard Lu Jianxing grunt before he finished chewing a mouthful of watermelon.

"What's the matter?" Sheng Yexing swallowed the watermelon and became nervous, "What's wrong with you?"

Lu Jianxing shook his head, his eyes were red.

I am so ashamed of myself.

He fed the food up to his chin again.

The workmanship of the plastic fork was rough, and the pointed end inevitably had burrs, which made the skin around his mouth red from the pain.

The water in which the fruit was soaked also stuck to the corners of his lips, and the water stains were clear.

Lu Jianxing instinctively resisted all things that could hurt him, and as soon as he let go, the fork and the fruit box fell to the ground with a "snap".

He looked in pain, shaking with one hand clutching the hem of his school uniform, his face pale.

In order not to let other students see anything strange, Lu Jianxing covered half of his face with the test paper, trying to calm himself down.

Seeing that he dropped the fruit box, Gu Qunshan was thinking about getting a broom and mop to clean the floor, so he lowered his head to pick up the "wreckage" on the ground where the fruit box had been separated.

Sheng Yexing stopped him: "Gu Qunshan, don't move yet."

"what?"

"You turn around."

"On this ground..."

"Turn around."

After Gu Qunshan turned his head, Sheng Yexing coughed a few times to cover up the sound of moving the stool, and tried to keep his body as close as possible to Lu Jianxing.

He clung to Lu Jianxing's ear, stuffed the toilet paper pulled from the drawer into the other's hand, and said in a deep voice, "You accidentally dropped the fruit, and so did the fork, do you want to try to pick it up by yourself today and tidy it up? Do it if you like it, shake your head if you don’t want it, and I’ll do it.”

Lu Jianxing was stunned for about ten seconds and did not move. After a while, he nodded and squatted down with his desk supported.

He didn't know if his perception of spatial distance was a little weak today, and he didn't realize that he had encountered garbage that needed to be picked up until he felt that the paper towel was soaked with water at his fingertips.

So cool.

It even hurts.

Lu Jianxing squatted on the ground for a long time, like a mushroom, he picked up all the fruits that had been spilled by his feet, put them into a fruit box, and then threw them into the trash can.

Everyone in the class is doing self-study, and not many people can pay attention to the movement in the back row.

Gu Qunshan had ADHD, and his concentration was poor. He glanced back from time to time, and saw Sheng Yexing enter the classroom with a mop, and then handed the mop to Lu Jianxing.

"Hey... Lin Ting," Gu Qunshan whispered into Lin Ting's ear, "Tell me, why does the boss let the little autistic do everything by himself recently?"

After finishing speaking, Gu Qunshan added: "Answer in a low voice."

Lin Ting nodded, and tried to lower his voice to express his opinion: "Do you want to exercise? If Jian Xing doesn't train much, what will happen after graduation. Let's not talk about the distance, let's talk about the winter vacation, what should I do."

"Oh, winter vacation." Gu Qunshan said.

Lin heard a "hmm", continued to do his homework, and said to himself: "It's going to be winter vacation."

Lu Jianxing finished mopping the floor earnestly, sweating all over.

With good hearing, he returned to his seat and lay on the ground for a while, then directly turned on the isolation mode, and didn't get up when he said anything.

His mind was full of looping the five words that Gu Qunshan and Lin heard——

It's winter vacation.

After realizing that "we will be separated for a while", Lu Jianxing fell into unprecedented anxiety.

When he came back from lunch, he first took off his clothes to the innermost shirt. He wandered off all afternoon, unable to hear anyone talking. He insisted on drawing little snakes on his notebook. Fidgeting, stomping and shaking the chair.

Sheng Yexing persuaded him to put on his clothes at the beginning so that he would not catch cold, but later on he stopped at all, and when Lu Jianxing took off one piece, he took another one after another.

He could feel Lu Jianxing's unpleasant emotions.

After taking off only one piece left, Sheng Yexing asked, "Isn't it cold? What are you angry about?"

"Cold." Lu Jianxing said, "I'm cold."

"I'm only wearing one pair of pants..." Sheng Yexing glanced at his bare ankle, "I've worn these shoes for a week, can I change them tomorrow?"

The little autistic boy only had one shirt and one pair of school trousers all over his body. The shirt was so thin that when he was lying on his stomach, the hem would stick out his waistline, and his ankles were exposed, making him shiver from the cold.

Lu Jianxing just said, "No."

"wear clothes."

Sheng Yexing became tough, and pulled the thick coat around him, "No one will take care of you if you have a cold."

"Just wear this."

Lu Jianxing answered irrelevant questions, lowered his head to touch his shoe uppers, "White ones, black ones."

Sheng Yexing wears black shoes, he wears white shoes.

He feels worthy.

"You can't just wear one pair. There are many pairs of white shoes. You can try to change them. Also, you will catch a cold if you only wear so few clothes now."

Sheng Yexing took a deep breath, "Lu Jianxing, my patience is limited."

He thought that wearing only one pair of shoes would only be like this when Xiao Shengkai was three or four years old.

I don't know why, Xiao Autism suddenly started to block communication this afternoon.

Lu Jianxing moved his arms, took a pencil to write strokes on the paper, and read while writing: "Don't-want-winter-vacation-"

After that, no matter what Gu Qunshan, Lin Ting, or even Sheng Yexing told him, no matter how much he tried to persuade him, Lu Jianxing kept repeating these four words over and over again, no winter vacation.

In the end, there was nothing I could do. The classroom door opened and closed, and the cold wind kept blowing into the classroom.

Originally, the air conditioner and heating were not enough, and Lu Jianxing's lips were already pale from the cold.

Lu Jianxing lay down on his stomach and got angry without energy, but Sheng Yexing clenched his fists because he was afraid that the other party would catch a cold.

He forgot that Lu Jianxing's "tranquilizer" can calm himself down quickly, and also make him more and more easily stimulated.

To be aroused by emotions that have no source and cannot be controlled.

Gu Qunshan was afraid that the two of them would fight if it continued like this, so he hurried to the office and called Tang Han to see how to adjust.

Tang Han brought Lu Jianxing to the office.

She has a separate cubicle herself, and there is a little sun for baking her hands under the table.

She lifted the little sun and put it on the desk, and called Lu Jianxing to sit over, "Tell me, what's going on today?"

Lu Jianxing didn't speak.

He almost pinched his palms red and couldn't speak.

Tang Han held back a sigh, took out a set of pictures from the drawer, and shook it towards Lu Jianxing.

"Jianxing... Let's make communication easier first," Tang Han said softly, "Look at this picture, tell me what is drawn on it."

"ball."

Lu Jianxing couldn't concentrate at all, he just glanced at it briefly, and then began to look in the corridor again.

Tang Han tried to catch his attention: "Tell me, who is playing football?"

"people."

"Boys and girls?"

"Male," he pointed to himself, "people."

Tang Han wanted to laugh, but realized that Lu Jianxing was really about to grow into a real man, so he could only say, "You are a man, but the one on the picture is a little boy, he looks only six or seven years old, right?"

Lu Jianxing stared at the small figure for a while, then nodded.

"Let's try together?"

"Boy, play football. Here."

"Put it in the middle, think it through before you speak, don't worry."

"Boy here, play football."

"Try it quickly, as you usually listen to us. Can you do it again? You can do it." Seeing that he was in a hurry, Tang Han quickly comforted him, "You see, when you usually talk to Ye Xing and the others, sometimes it's very natural Also quickly. Now the teacher asks you to describe the picture, and is chatting with you, and you can say whatever you want, in your own way."

Hearing the word "Night Walk", Lu Jianxing blinked vigorously.

Tang Han naturally caught this detail, "Well...it doesn't have to be with him. Think about talking to other students?"

"Ye Xing," Lu Jianxing squeezed his cold palm, "Ye Xing and I are talking."

Tang Han asked: "Want to talk to Ye Xing?"

Lu Jianxing avoided the question, and started to return the topic to the photo: "It's bright under the sun. Yes, boy, play football."

"The sun is shining?" Tang Han laughed.

This picture does not show that the sun is shining brightly, it can be said that Lu Jianxing has begun to express associative thinking.

"Ah."

Lu Jianxing stared at the picture, still stuttering, realized that he missed a word, and added seriously: "Yes, playing football."

The "boys" in his memory are always sweating from running under the bright and warm winter sun, standing under the basketball hoop and smiling energetically.

Looking at myself and laughing.

In the end, Tang Han couldn't find out why he didn't want to take the winter vacation, but he thought it was the autistic child's obsession with "not allowing the environment to change".

After persuading him to put on his clothes, Tang Han let him go back to the classroom.

Just like the previous conversations, as soon as Lu Jianxing left, Sheng Yexing took the initiative to find him.

He was obviously worried and caring, but he insisted on pretending not to care, leaning against the office door, and shouted seemingly casually: "Mr. Han."

Tang Han entered the office with hot tea in his hands, and smiled at him, "Ask about seeing the stars?"

"I just want to know why he doesn't want to take the winter vacation." Sheng Yexing has weak empathy and rarely thinks from the perspective of others, "and why he doesn't wear clothes."

"It's not that he doesn't want to say it," Tang Han said, "It's beyond the scope of processing for him to explain his emotions."

"He didn't say anything?"

"I don't want to talk."

Tang Han took a sip of tea and said seriously, "But, he said 'Night Walk'."

Sheng Yexing let out an "um", expressionless, but already nervous.

"Come and sit first, it's cold standing at the door."

Tang Han greeted him, "I learned about the situation and said that Lu Jianxing didn't speak when he was a child. The performance we see now is the result of more than ten years of targeted and intensive intervention."

Sheng Yexing adjusted the neckline of the messy sleeper, "But sometimes he can speak complete sentences."

Tang Han shook his head and continued: "The difficulty of teaching him to make sounds is the same as to make vowels. Since he can say the modal particles like 'um' or 'ah', it means that he is not far from speaking. Now it is also training The result. You don’t know how many times he will rehearse in his mind in order to say a simple sentence. But we can’t understand his thinking, we can only guide him to speak his true thoughts.”

"Sometimes... he has a lot of interesting ideas." Sheng Yexing said.

Tang Han nodded, "For him, I'm still in the exploration stage."

Sheng Yexing added: "There are many different ideas among people, and your teacher can't deny his unconstrained style."

"Yes. And if he has a temporary decline in language, that's normal. Don't worry, it will get better slowly."

"Ah."

"Winter is almost over..." Tang Han sighed, "After half a semester, he has made great progress. Thanks to you."

Sheng Yexing was silent for a few seconds before nodding, "He also...helped me a lot."

"It's not long before the winter vacation. During this period, let him drink less milk and eat less pasta." Tang Han said, "People with digestive problems have some emotional problems. I should pay more attention. I have to tell his parents later. explain."

Sheng Yexing seemed to think of something, and asked, "The mouth also needs to be strengthened?"

"you know?"

"No, I heard that."

He still doesn't want to admit that he went to the Internet to check it.

"Well," Tang Han said, "supervise him on using the straw and occasionally whistle. These are two excellent exercises for strengthening the oral muscles."

Sheng Ye walked God.

What about kissing?

"Have you heard?" Tang Han saw that he was not at ease, and smiled, "What are you thinking?"

Sheng Yexing coughed and said, "Okay."

"As a teacher, I have a certain sense of responsibility, but every child with autism is different, and every star is a mystery."

Tang Han stroked his ears and hair, and sighed softly, "It's like when you look at a star in the sky, you know it's there and you can see it, but it's tens of thousands of light-years away. You don't know anything except seeing it .”

After the teachers and students finished talking, Sheng Yexing went out with a stack of papers.

Before leaving, Tang Han finished his tea and whispered to Sheng Yexing, "Yexing, I will not leave any student behind. So, you and Jianxing must persevere."

"it is good."

After Sheng Yexing finished his response, he still couldn't help asking: "Mr. Han, what if he only wears one pair of shoes for a period of time?"

"..."

Tang Han was a little dazed and couldn't answer for a while.

It seems that this is not within the scope of Sheng Yexing's control.

Sheng Yexing also felt that he was asking a strange question, so he cleared his throat, "Pretend I didn't ask."

"This should be called..." Tang Han thought about it, "Routine behavior, fixed object."

Sheng Yexing was distracted at first, but when he heard this, his blood returned instantly, and he was stunned.

Object?

what object?

"Hey," Tang Han said suddenly, "wait a minute."

She really wanted to tell Sheng Yexing that Lu Jianxing cared about you very much.

I care that when I hear the name, I will blink my eyes vigorously, and I will repeat those two words, and I will be easily emotionally affected.

But she no longer wanted to impose Lu Jianxing's healing project on Sheng Yexing.

The running-in period of the two children has passed, and whether they can continue to help each other depends on the next transition period.

Lu Jian Xing is a light for Sheng Ye Xing.

But this lamp needs to turn on by itself.

Sheng Yexing stopped, turned around and said, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, you go back to the classroom first." Tang Han said.

Sheng Yexing closed the office door, a bit regretful that he lost his temper with Lu Jianxing so impatiently in the afternoon.

The other party just didn't wear clothes, and he was about to get sick in a fucking hurry.

It will be worth it in the future!