[Korean entertainment] The girl raised by a tiger

The cookie was placed in his hand: "Okay, let's pad the stomach first. Bring it to Gospel."

This time, Jin Zhongguo didn't protest again, and walked towards Chen Sisi's house opposite with the cake in one hand and the tray in the other.The wide open courtyard door saved him the trouble of ringing the doorbell and drove straight in. On the TV, Jin Wanshan was a performer with curly hair and a black long skirt singing and dancing vigorously. Hu still held a rolled up newspaper in his hand and imitated the microphone, humming softly.

'Pfft' Kim Jong Kook stood outside the door and couldn't help laughing.She seems to especially like to be funny when alone.

Laughter interrupted Chen Sisi's imitation show time, her body stiffened for a moment, then she sat on the floor as if nothing had happened and switched the TV to "Tom and Jerry".

"Gospel," Jin Zhongguo took off his shoes and walked in, and put the plate in his hand on the log-colored coffee table beside her: "This is a cookie made by my mother, I asked me to bring it for you."

As if she only noticed someone at home at this time, Chen Sisi stood up and bowed to him: "Thank you Brother Zhong Guo, and thank you Auntie."

Jin Zhongguo waved his hand: "It's okay, then I'll go back first."

Looking at his back, Chen Sisi pursed her lips, and when he was sitting on the threshold putting on his shoes, she suddenly called out: "Brother Zhong Guo?"

"What?" Kim Jong Kook turned around after putting on his shoes, a little surprised by the cautious expression on her face, but he didn't ask.The child seemed strange to him.

It has been a month since I moved here, and I have never seen her playing with other children.She doesn't like to cry, even if she is pushed to the ground by Li Yuanhai, who is two years older than her, she just gets up and pats the dust off her knees before leaving.Not at all like a four year old.If I hadn't accidentally seen her being very high by herself several times, I would have thought she was the kind of child who made adults very quiet and worry-free.

"Do you like to sing?"

"I like quiet singing, just the one just now... I don't like it very much."

Just now, a red cloud spread from Chen Sisi's fair and tender face to the ears.As long as she thought of being seen by others, she wanted to dig a hole in the ground and get in. It was too embarrassing.

Kim Jong Kook looked at her who was quiet, guessing the possibility of her becoming angry from embarrassment.Probably not, just kidding.However, the thinking of children is difficult to understand with the thinking of adults.

"Then do you want to be a singer?" Chen Sisi asked another question.

"Singer?" Kim Jong Kook repeated: "Forget it, I think a football player is more suitable for me. What's wrong?"

Chen Sisi shook her head and grinned, "It's fine, thank you Brother Zhong Guo for sending me the cookies."

"You said that just now. I'll go back first." It's fine as long as you don't cry, otherwise you don't know how you will be cleaned up by your mother.

"Well, see you again, brother Zhong Guo." Turbo stood out from many dance singers when he debuted, and he was even called the "scary boy of dance music." ' He said he likes to sing quietly, so he's not him.

Chen Sisi sat down on the soft sofa, unable to tell whether she was happy or disappointed.That's right, how can there be such a lucky thing, reborn in Korea with parents, and even the idol I like lives next to me.But why can't it be like this, since so many unreasonable things have happened, so why not let him live by my side.

Covering his cheeks with his hands, he sighed helplessly: "Chen Sisi, Chen Sisi, you can't be so greedy. Anyway, if you can run away, a monk can't run away from the temple. Since you are in Korea, you can just wait around and look for him everywhere. It's much more convenient in China. Chen Sisi, Fighting!"

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Children in their teens are full of energy. Kim Jong Kook, who played football at school all afternoon, ran out to play football after dinner and homework. At 08:30, I walked home with the ball on.

"...Autistic? How is that possible?"

Who has autism?Kim Jong Kook, who was about to speak, stopped his voice when he heard the voice from the living room, and quietly went to the door to be an eavesdropper.

Zhao Xiuna's eyes were red, and she cried in a low voice: "Mr. Yin said that the various conditions in Gospel are the manifestations of autism. I remember last time you said that a doctor you knew was an expert in this field, so I came here to trouble you. Take me to see it tomorrow?"

Han Yingmei took out a tissue and wiped her tears: "Our Gospel is so obedient and cute. It is impossible for him to have autism." She really likes this child, and like Xiu Na, she cannot accept this fact: "Don't worry Yes, I will accompany you early tomorrow morning."

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Autism?The Gospel Has Autism?What a joke, Jin Zhongguo thought of her who was so excited this afternoon, and felt that the teacher's eyes were not good.Have you ever seen such a happy child? Really.

Chapter 4

Chen Sisi'an was wearing orange overalls, sitting quietly on a bench in the hospital corridor, her long hair was tied into two braids, and she was wearing two sunflower hairpins.With both hands propped beside the chair, the legs kept shaking, as if sitting by the river and playing with water.

There are patients walking back and forth around her from time to time, most of them are parents with children.They all have a uniform expression, their eyes never make eye contact with others, they don't answer when others call them, and they don't even respond when they are hit by other children.These reactions are all signs of autism.

Thinking that she was still happy about not having to go to kindergarten this morning, but in the next second she was taken to the hospital to be checked for autism!wipe!Where does it look like autism?She wondered why her mother always looked at her with hesitant eyes yesterday afternoon. It turned out that she, like them, suspected that she had autism.

Counting my own performance after passing through, besides being polite, I never play with other children, and I don’t like children’s toys very much, and... well, it really looks like the performance of an autistic child.No wonder they have this concern.

She also tried to blend in with them, but the final result was that she was like a little mother comforting these eccentric bear children, and finally exhausted herself half to death.The next day, she resolutely stayed away from them, knowing that she was also a child now, and her energy was really limited.

When she was sleeping at night, she also recalled the plots in the time-travel novels she had read, how the heroine managed to make a career in the reborn world.At her current age, she wants to make some achievements in her studies, such as skipping kindergarten and directly skipping grades with excellent grades.So when she saw a math book on the table when she went to Han's mother's house, she picked it up and flipped through a few pages. Well, what she didn't understand still didn't understand.She changed her body, but her brain couldn't. Mathematics, physics and chemistry were still her flaws.A generation of geniuses disappeared in such a painful blow.It's better for her to be a mortal among thousands of people.

However, he did not expect that he would be regarded as an autistic child.Fuck, fuck it, 'I'm me, a different colored firework. 'Don't deliberately cater to others for the sake of their eyes.And now she has more important things waiting to be done by herself.She thought about it carefully, and just one question was not enough to prove that he was not him, so she wanted to find a chance to ask a few more, and never let go of a chance.

Han Yingmei helped Zhao Xiuna with red eyes to come out of the office: "Now don't worry, the Gospel is fine, at best it's too quiet. It's okay, our family Zhong Guo is making a fuss, I asked him to take his younger sister with him Play, let her be cheerful."

Zhao Xiuna gratefully held Han Yingmei's hand: "Yingmei, I really appreciate you so much. This time, Junkui is on a business trip. Without you, I really don't know what to do."

"Hey, don't say these kind words." Han Yingmei patted her hand: "I really like the boy Gospel. You don't know that after hearing about it yesterday, I was so anxious that I didn't sleep all night. Now I know She's fine, and my heart can go back to my stomach."

"Yes," Zhao Xiuna also spit out the clumsiness accumulated in her heart: "This child has been very quiet since she was a child, and we only thought of her as being obedient and quiet; if there was no Teacher Yin, I never thought that the child who was too quiet would still There are problems in this regard. Now, I can finally feel relieved."

When Chen Sisi saw the two people coming out, she jumped off the chair and walked to them: "Mom, Aunt Han, are we going home?"

Han Yingmei bent down and picked her up, and rubbed her little face with the tip of her nose affectionately: "Yes, we are going home."

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When Kim Jong-kook came home from school, the twilight was dim, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on the row upon row of houses, inlaid golden borders on each house.Chen Sisi sat on the small bench in front of the courtyard, also bathed in this light, like a lazy kitten, really cute.How could she have autism like this?

Kim Jong Kook put his hands in the pockets of his school trousers and walked towards her.Regardless of the dust on the steps, he sat directly beside her: "Aren't you going to play with them?"

The ones he was talking about were other children on the street who were the same age as Chen Sisi, and they were also the brats she was talking about: "You are such a young child, what kind of thinker do you pretend to be all day long?"

Yes, I am still a child, so if I am not a thinker, should I be a nanny?Chen Sisi secretly in her heart