special stargazing

Early the next morning, Sheng Yexing returned to the dormitory before the bell rang at seven o'clock.

"Squeak—" The door opened with a sound.

He took off his coat, shook off the rain on it, took off his hat and hung it on the edge of the bed, and finally sat on the stool to take off his boots.

Biao was really tired after a night.

Those people in the south of the city were better off with their cars, they were so lawless, and the sound of the accelerator was so loud that Sheng Yexing almost beat them up.

Drag racing is just drag racing, it is inevitable that there will be noise in drag racing, but Sheng Yexing needs to install a muffler.

It was the desperate speed, not the sound, that made his scalp tingle with excitement.

He hates noise.

There was a lot of noise, so he got out of the car first, locked the car and stood beside him without saying a word.

After that, no car on the road dared to make a louder noise than him.

Everyone knows that Sheng Yexing has no parents.Not to mention he's a big kid in this area, he's a tough-tempered guy, he's not afraid of wearing shoes with bare feet, and he's still a fucking underage.

Don't dare to provoke.

In the early morning, the sky is very bright, and the inferior blackout curtains in the bedroom are not effective.

The school is on the edge of the third east ring road in the city, close to the expressway around the city, and the back door turns out to be a wide road, where large trucks often pass by.The truck driver drives at night and honks his horn loudly at night, often waking people up in the middle of the night.

Sheng Yexing now hears the horn of a truck more effectively than listening to the wake-up call.

Sheng Yexing squeezed the water from his hair and was about to change into his school uniform when he looked up and saw Lu Jianxing crawling down from the upper bunk.

The little self-closing boy seemed to have a good complexion, and he shouldn't have been disturbed last night.

Seeing that Xingmi almost slipped in a daze, Sheng Yexing stretched out his arms the moment he almost slipped.

Fortunately, Lu Jianxing did not fall.

"Go down the stairs and watch, don't sleepwalk." Sheng Yexing stretched out his hand.

Where does this desire for protection come from?

Lu Jianxing is not necessarily a "weak person", and he has no reason...

He went to the balcony and opened the curtains, dumped all the cigarette butts accumulated on the window sill into the trash can, looked up into the house, only to find that Lu Jianxing was not wearing pajama pants.

A pair of straight and white long legs were exposed in the morning air, blinding Sheng Yexing's eyes in a flash.

It looks better than the girl group pictorials that Li Dingxi used to put on the wall.

Sheng Yexing was stunned for a moment, and quickly turned his head to avoid it.

He really wanted to ask Lu Jianxing why he didn't wear pants when he slept, but he knew there would be no response, so he didn't bother to ask.

After washing his face with cold water, Sheng Yexing found that Lu Jianxing had finished packing and changed into his school uniform, and squatted on his seat to tie his shoelaces.

He wasn't very good at it, so he tied the shoelaces back and forth more than ten times, so he simply stuffed the shoelaces into the shoes.

Sheng Yexing clicked his tongue.

Lu Jianxing turned to look at him.

Then, Sheng Yexing saw the little self-closing boy facing the morning sun, and said to himself: "Morning."

A courageous greeting.

"..."

Sheng Yexing remained silent like an old man, he was debating whether to respond or not.

Of course, Sheng Yexing didn't know that Lu Jianxing's greeting was rehearsed countless times in his mind after waking up at five o'clock this morning.

At this moment, Sheng Yexing was still frowning.

Tang Han said that pairing therapy was correct, but there was a dead end between him and Lu Jianxing, and there was no way out.

What's more, the onset period of my own is unstable, what if one day I accidentally hurt the people around me?

Lu Jianxing doesn't know how to cry and doesn't like to talk, and he doesn't know why when he gets beaten up.

Very consciously, Lu Jianxing also felt that Sheng Yexing seemed to deliberately keep a distance from him.

On the way to school, the two were one in front of the other, ten meters apart, but they seemed to be connected by an invisible thread.No one wanted to talk to anyone, and couldn't help but check to see if the other party was still there.

There are few renovations outside the third ring road in the city. In the morning, the roads and streets are always crowded with small vendors, and most people rush to buy breakfast at this time.

Sellers of pancakes and fruit, glutinous glutinous rice balls, everything, Sheng Yexing didn't even look at it a few times, and didn't feel very hungry.

Every few steps, Sheng Yexing, who is leading the way, will always turn his head to see if Lu Jianxing is not following.

Fortunately, although the little autistic boy didn't speak, he was still obedient - he was running with his schoolbag on his back, with a cold expression on his face.

Occasionally, when Sheng Yexing braked to a stop, Mr. Lu Jian Xing almost ran into him, his chin was raised, his tail was raised above the sky, and his eyes were particularly stubborn.

how did you do that?

He seemed very thoughtful, but said nothing.

Although Shi Er is a special education school, there are quite a lot of tricks at the school gate.Often when the classroom bell rang, Sheng Yexing was still dawdling at the school gate, not wanting to go in.

Taking out the banknotes and handing them to the vendor, Sheng Yexing said, "Coke, thank you."

Lu Jianxing's eyes stayed on the Coke bottle for a few seconds.

Sheng Yexing said, "Hey, do you want to drink?"

He deliberately asked for a bottle of Coke and shook it in front of Lu Jianxing, hoping that Lu Jianxing would say "want to drink".

Lu Jianxing did not.

"Forget it, who drinks Coke in the morning." Sheng Yexing slowly unscrewed the cap of the Coke bottle, and slowly screwed it back on.

Lu Jianxing thought: Me.

Pursing his lips, he didn't say anything.

Because they were late, the two were stopped by security guards to register their names as soon as they entered the campus.

The security guard was not surprised when he saw Sheng Yexing, so he handed over the roster directly, "Sheng Yexing is late again for Class [-], Grade [-]? Come on, follow the procedure."

Sheng Yexing took the roster with a sullen expression, took out a stamp from his pocket, and pressed it with a "snap".

There is a "Sheng Ye Xing" dancing in the sky above.

When he was a freshman in high school, he was too lazy to sign, so he just spent ten yuan to engrave a seal.

Because of this incident, he was still "hot" in school for a while, and everyone regarded him as a god.

Although Sheng Yexing didn't enjoy this feeling, he knew that he was different.

Lu Jianxing stared at him dumbfounded: "..."

This person is indeed a particularly troublesome person.

Sensing Lu Jianxing's curious eyes, Sheng Yexing twisted the cap of the Coke bottle back and put it back in the hood, pointed to the roster with his free finger, and said, "Lu Jianxing, we're late."

"En." Lu Jianxing blinked, pretending to be confused.

"Sign your name here. Come back to the classroom with me after signing, hurry up." Sheng Yexing said.

Lu Jianxing understood, with a cold face.

Then, Lu Jianxing bent down to take the pen, and wrote two square Chinese characters one by one: Xing Xing.

"Hold……"

Sheng Yexing almost bit his tongue, and he felt cute, "Lu Jianxing, sign your name."

After a pause for a few seconds, Lu Jianxing's ears warmed up, and he crossed out the originally written nickname somewhat awkwardly.

I am stupid.

Hungry all morning without eating and starving your brain?In fact, he really wanted to eat it, but there were too many strangers, and he couldn't buy a single pancake without Sheng Yexing.

Sheng Yexing led him to the campus after seeing Lu Jianxing carefully write his name stroke by stroke.

Walking to the door of the classroom, Sheng Yexing looked at the empty classroom and slapped his forehead.

Is it because I was too distracted this morning or something, I actually forgot that the first period of the day is physical education.

"Come on, follow me to the playground."

He left without waiting for anyone.

Lu Jianxing didn't even have time to put away his schoolbag, so he hurriedly followed.

Seeing Lu Jianxing running, his little face flushed, and Sheng Yexing's feeling of irritability came up again.

He slowed down, waited for Lu Jianxing to go down the stairs one by one, and casually chatted: "Did your previous school teach physical education?"

Lu Jianxing digested this sentence and shook his head.

Sheng Yexing said: "Ours is not an ordinary physical education class, it is for practicing body coordination. It should be useful to you."

Knowing that Lu Jianxing would not respond, Sheng Yexing said again: "Some students in our class have a disease called 'combination disorder'. They will have poor coordination. They only use one hand to eat and do things, and often forget the other hand. They are also very prone to falls. , can't tell the left and right direction, the movement is very slow..."

After Lu Jianxing descended the last flight of stairs, he stopped to watch Sheng Yexing.

He pointed to the "autism" written on the badge, then pointed to himself, and said, "Me."

Sheng Yexing said disdainfully, "A small problem."

He thought about it, and said: "You won't hurt others, so the problem is not big. I am an incurable disease, and I will destroy the world when I get excited."

Lu Jianxing hooked his lips, but did not smile.Sheng Yexing didn't know if he understood the concept of "mania".

Because in general, people with autism have a hard time being interested in other people.

Hold.

The little autistic smile is also good-looking.

"You can still snicker? Smile a little more." Sheng Yexing saw that he was getting closer to his body, and moved to the side unaccustomed.

Lu Jianxing noticed his dodge, and said expressionlessly: "It's a good idea."

He dropped this sentence and ran down the stairs of the teaching building, his movements were faster than Sheng Yexing's.

"What did you say? Say it again?" Sheng Yexing ran a few steps after him, seeing him stepping down the stairs while raising his hand, he laughed angrily.

The little autistic is still a little uncoordinated when he moves...

But obviously he has a temper and can speak.

interesting.

In physical education class, training for sensory perception disorders involves running around pillars, drilling long wooden barrels, jumping high, touching heights, etc. In the past, training proprioceptive function required stacking blocks.

The building blocks on the playground are often piled up in a mess, and the physical education teacher wants to retire immediately after seeing it.

The combination of therapeutic training and ordinary middle school courses in the school is a feature, but if you lose sesame seeds and can't pick up watermelons, a lot of training is useless for students with serious mental problems like Sheng Yexing.

Lu Jianxing bent over to pull the zipper, and then snapped the zipper to the top with a "hoo", put on the hoodie hat, and stuck in the corner with the fewest people.

He buried his head, trying to be his invisible man.

Except for the students who were born with sensory disorder and needed absolute training, other boys with no serious problems gathered together and took Sheng Yexing to play basketball.Lu Jianxing couldn't blend in, so he naturally squatted on the edge of the basketball court and played with his mobile phone with his head down.

The way he plays with his mobile phone is a bit like an elderly person, holding it in one hand and pointing with his index finger in the other.

Someone shouted on the basketball court: "Wow—won't the little autistic kid play with us?"

"Hey, Yexing," said Gu Qunshan, who often played streetball with Sheng Yexing, "I really think there is only one autism in our school."

"En." Sheng Yexing responded, drank the mineral water in one gulp, twisted the bottle cap and threw it into the trash can in a parabola.

Gu Qunshan gave him a push: "I'm convinced, you'll be handsome even if you drink a damn water."

"Impossible?" Sheng Yexing lifted the hem of his clothes to wipe off his sweat, exposing the tight and potentially explosive abdominal muscles of a young man, and smiled at Gu Qunshan: "You first train out your muscles before you PK with me."

"I lost." Gu Qunshan raised his hands in surrender.

Sheng Yexing drank mineral water, "You will win if you fight hard."

Gu Qunshan helped him pull his clothes, and smiled: "It's been so cold in our city recently, Boss, you should stop showing off your abs and catch a cold."

"Can the little autistic player know how to play ball?" A boy trotted over and looked at Qunshan's waist, "Qunshan, why don't you ask?"

Gu Qunshan glanced at Lu Jianxing, who had a stool and insisted on squatting, and felt a little apprehensive: "I won't go."

"He doesn't fight," Sheng Yexing said, "Don't mess with him."

Gu Qunshan was stunned for a second, then smiled, "Damn it, you started protecting your new partner so soon? Boss, turn your elbows out."

Sheng Yexing tilted him: "Your elbows grow inward?"

"Hey." Gu Qunshan scratched his head, "How are Dingxi and Xiaozizi getting along..."

Sheng Yexing pointed to Li Dingxi and said, "See how much dark circles Li Dingxi has today?"

"I see!"

"What happened to Lu Jianxing." Sheng Yexing said succinctly.

There was a sound of cold air all around.

Li Dingxi has ADHD and doesn't fight much, but he is a troublemaker.

But since he shares a dormitory with Sheng Yexing, there are few people in the school who dare to trouble him first, and they are afraid that one day Sheng Yexing will become interested and want to protect the calf, so let's set off firecrackers and have fun together.

Curious, Gu Qunshan poked Sheng Yexing's elbow, "Did you talk to Lu Jianxing?"

"No."

The little autistic doesn't like to talk to people, and he is very fierce.

From today to now, I haven’t spoken more than twenty words. Yesterday was even worse, with a "no" from the beginning to the end, and a "morning" early in the morning today, with writing all over my face: don't talk to me.

But Sheng Yexing didn't say that.

He can't follow this group of little boys who are neither serious nor serious and call Lu Jianxing "little autistic"...

He himself was called a "little lunatic" by a group of strangers when he was a teenager.

"It's strange," Gu Qunshan murmured, "They're all in one dormitory, one table, and one group. They haven't played well after treatment."

"Unfamiliar."

Sheng Yexing put down this sentence, tied his school uniform around his waist, and stood up to leave, "I'm not familiar with it either."

When he said this at the time, he didn't expect how painful it would be to slap his face in the future.

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, a group of boys rushed around Sheng Yexing and walked upstairs. Lu Jianxing was squatting by the basketball court alone, playing with his mobile phone.He turned on the camera and was taking pictures of a small grass sprout that was struggling to grow from the junction of the concrete floor and the brick floor of the basketball court.

He was not satisfied even after taking hundreds of pictures.

For 10 minutes, he has been doing repetitive things - taking pictures, editing pictures, and deleting them.

The movements are not sloppy at all, and they cycle invariably.

When the bell rang for the next class, Sheng Yexing came back from smoking in the toilet and turned into the classroom only to find that Xiao Zishu was not there.

Tang Han, who came to the Chinese class, also noticed that the seat next to him was empty, and asked, "Where is Lu Jianxing?"

"The playground." Sheng Yexing collected his book.

Tang Han walked out of the classroom after listening to it, and said, "Students, let's go to self-study temporarily for this class!"

After a while, Lu Jianxing was brought back by Tang Han with chills all over his body.

He felt that he had "broke into" the classroom, and subconsciously took a step back, staring at the seat next to Sheng Yexing.

Sheng Yexing lazily raised his eyes, and casually pointed at the empty seat.

For some reason, he felt a little guilty... He obviously forgot about the little autism, but he was still the little autistic who accepted the strange look.

However, I have no obligation to play with him.

Pairing therapy is empty talk, how can it be really implemented?

Lu Jianxing pursed his lips, strode over and sat down.

After sitting down, he was out of state the whole time, just staring at the hot ruler in his hand, using the slightly sharp side to try to engrave words on the table over and over again.

"Ah-"

The sound of the blade grinding against the tabletop was not loud, Lu Jian Xingmeifeng twisted tightly, and a bead of sweat dripped down his chin onto the tabletop.

"squeak--"

The whole class couldn't help looking this way.

Sheng Yexing raised his chin.

The whole class turned around again.

Sheng Yexing continued to play with his phone with his head down.

He was also annoyed by the noise, but he didn't want Lu Jianxing to be "attacked" again, so he could only reach out to hold Lu Jianxing's wobbly hand, touched it soothingly, and said, "Listen to the class."

Lu Jianxing clenched his back molars, his ears seemed to move, he took out a notebook from the drawer and spread it on the table, and began to write with his head buried.

Sheng Yexing didn't expect him to be so obedient.

Fuck, it was his twin brother who tried to blow people's heads off with the stool last night, right? !

Within a few minutes of class, Gu Qunshan, who was sitting in the front seat, turned his head and stuffed a small notebook for Sheng Yexing: "Boss, read my "Second Middle School Wind and Cloud"."

Sheng Yexing laughed, "Did you spread rumors about me?"

Gu Qunshan said: "What kind of rumors! This is called a biography."

"Write that I climbed over the wall and left school and threw away the glass shards on the wall with my bare hands?"

"wrote."

"Write that I was chasing the driver at the school gate on a motorcycle?"

"……wrote."

Sheng Yexing felt bored, so he tapped on the table, "Would you like me to sweep away the troublesome parents with a stool in class?"

"I wrote it!" Gu Qunshan was very active.

Sheng Yexing flipped through the notebook, and threw it back to him casually: "If I want to write it instead, I'll write "Second Middle School Fengyun II"."

Gu Qunshan asked suspiciously: "Huh? Boss, what about that one?"

"Don't you think the second sounds more powerful?" Sheng Yexing said, "I will write it later."

Gu Qunshan: "Pay the noodles."

Sheng Yexing: "Thank you, remember to control the sales volume for me."

The two were chattering in low voices, Sheng Yexing hid the cigarette in the drawer with one hand, grinding the filter every now and then.The other hand held a handful of medicine, ready to mix it with warm water after class.

After class, the class becomes noisy like a vegetable market. It is annoying to walk around at night, and push the stool to stand up to breathe.

Unexpectedly, Lu Jianxing, who had been dumbfounded all morning, suddenly kicked his stool, and whispered, "At the same table."

The whole classroom was quiet.

It's not because he spoke, but because he kicked Sheng Yexing's stool.

Sheng Yexing's anger surged to the top with a "boom", and because he happened to be condescending, he saw Xiao Zishu's white back of his neck exposed to the air as if obsessed.

My heart was inexplicably soft again, as if it had been soaked in some water.

Sheng Yexing swallowed the medicine in his palm in one gulp, and drenched in water.

After swallowing, he turned to Lu Jianxing and said, "What's wrong?"

Lu Jianxing said sullenly, "Listen to the class."

He stared at the back of the head of the person at the front table, but opened two identical notes with his hand, tapped a little, and pointed at Sheng Yexing.

"you."

It means to give you a copy.

The author has something to say: Sheng Yexing: First, I am not dragging. (Substitute Chu Yuxun's voice)

Lu Jianxing: ... (I will start talking slowly!