The president is cold during the day and kisses at night

Chapter 346 That Person Is You

Shang Ke adjusted his direction and sat down next to Wen Qing, cross-legged, holding a grasshopper in one hand and resting on his knee with the other.

He said: "This story has been around for a long time. The beginning of the story is that there is a little boy who is sick. He closes his heart and is unwilling to communicate with the outside world. The doctor said that the little boy is suffering from autism. "

Wen Qing listened carefully, and also asked seriously: "Has the little boy received treatment?"

"Well, but that was later." Shang Ke didn't pause for too long, and continued: "It's not that he doesn't like contact with the outside world, he's afraid, he doesn't have the courage, so he closes his heart and refuses to talk to anyone communicate with."

"As long as he can remember, this little boy has always heard the noise of his parents. He wants to be better, to please his parents, to get attention from them, but all he gets is repeated neglect. and indifference."

"The little boy thought that he was born to dislike his parents, and his flattery was not responded to. He became more and more lost and silent every day, until he was unwilling to say a word, a word."

"Later, the little boy's grandfather took the little boy back to a big house and arranged a brand new environment for the little boy. I hope the little boy will recover soon."

When the story told this, Wen Qing asked: "Then did the little boy get better?"

"En." Shang Ke nodded, with a gentle smile on his lips.

He went on to tell the story: "But at first, the little boy didn't get better because of the new environment, and his condition went from bad to worse. He always hid himself in a small dark room, sometimes under the bed, sometimes Hide under tables, sometimes in cupboards."

"It's such a bad situation that even the doctors can't do anything about it."

"What happened later?" Wen Qing listened carefully and asked.

Shang Ke turned to look at Wen Qing who was sitting next to him, with a relieved smile on his face, and said, "Later, a beam of light shone into this little boy's life, and it was this beam of light that made him His life has turned around again, allowing him to slowly walk out of the darkness and live in the sunshine."

Wen Qing couldn't think of herself at all, and listening to the story Shang Ke told, she just felt very touching.

People with autism, especially children, have difficulty cooperating with treatment.Adults may be easier to open their hearts, but children don't understand anything, and the little world is full of endless shit.

"The little boy was unfortunate, but he was lucky," she said.

"You're right, the little boy is a blessing in misfortune, she is the one who gave the little boy a new life." Shang Ke's eyes locked on Wen Qing's side face, "He really wanted to say thank you to her in person. .”

This is Shang Ke's long-standing obsession.

He wants to find her.

I want to say thank you to her in person.

Thank you for her companionship back then, thank you for the weaving grass she sent, and thank her for living in his life.

The time she spent with him was so precious.

The woven grass she wove accompanied him through many days and nights of fear and uneasiness, allowing him to ignore it at the beginning, and then gradually get used to there being people outside the door every day.She would talk to him, nagging for a long time, even if he didn't take the initiative to say a word to her, she still came to the door day after day, gave him weaving grass, told him to take medicine, and he must get better .

Every time he recalls this, Shang Ke's emotions can easily get out of control.

For example, at this moment, he almost broke down in tears.

Wen Qing was stunned, never would have thought that one day she would see Shang Ke choked up and weeping in front of her.

She was in a hurry, at a loss, and wanted to comfort her, but she didn't know where to start.

"Shang Ke, don't cry." Wen Qing didn't have a handkerchief on him, so he had to wipe Shang Ke with his sleeve.

Shang Ke grabbed Wen Qing's wrist, Wen Qing thought he was disgusted, but heard him say: "Don't stain your clothes."

"You can wash the clothes when they are dirty, that's okay." I almost thought it was disgusting, but fortunately, this guy doesn't talk cheap all the time.

That's it... Shang Ke is a big man, and he cried and cried when he told the story, which really shocked Wen Qing.But after being stunned, Wen Qing expressed his understanding again. Although Shang Ke has a cheap mouth, he is an excellent actor and is easy to empathize with.

"Don't cry, you haven't finished your story yet." Wen Qing shifted the topic back to telling the story, and asked, "What did the person who made the little boy come out?"

The ends of Shang Ke's eyes were dyed with layers of blush, and the eye sockets were hot and humid. He looked at the grass under his feet: "She just sat quietly in front of the little boy's door, wove small insects out of palm leaves, and then walked out of the door. Slit into the little boy's room."

"She didn't get a response from the little boy, so she kept knitting and stuffing it through the door."

"One at a time, one at a time, she would take the initiative to talk to the little boy, but the boy didn't respond to her. She was not discouraged, and she would still take the initiative to talk to the little boy next time."

"Later, the little boy carefully counted how many small insects he had."

Shang Ke didn't raise his head, and stared at the lawn under his feet from beginning to end, his voice choked up again: "There are 58 in total, all of which are her blessings to me."

Wen Qing, who was originally calm, suddenly couldn't continue to be calm.

Although her mind is sometimes slow, it is not impossible to respond.Some childhood memories flooded in like a tide, and she suddenly remembered that the person Shang Ke mentioned just now seemed to match up with her? ? !

The only thing I can't remember is how many insects she made up.

Quite a lot.

Just didn't remember it carefully.

But Shang Ke just said the exact number, and she knitted 58 pieces.

Especially remember at that time.She wanted to knit more, and even wanted to meet the little boy with autism, but at that time, her grandma came to pick her up, and she had to leave early...

Later she never took the initiative to find out who the little boy was.

I didn't know that he was Shang Ke.

Because when I saw Shang Ke again, Shang Ke was such a sunny young man who attracted her at a glance.She would never have imagined that the sunny boy in the merchant was the autistic little boy who hid behind the door and dared not come out...

"Thank you, Wen Qing."

Shang Ke's thank you came from beside his ear.

Wen Qing looked at him, saw his red eyes, saw his body covered with unspeakable sadness, for a moment, Wen Qing was speechless, and didn't know what to say.

When Wen Qing was in a daze, Shang Ke hugged her into his arms: "I'm sorry, this is a belated thank you."

Wen Qing was hugged, very at a loss, and asked caringly: "Are you sure that the person is me with the weaving grass just now? But there are many people who can weave small insects, are you afraid of admitting your mistake?"

Shang Ke's voice choked and trembled: "I won't admit my mistake again."

From now on, there will be no more mistakes.

That person is you.

(End of this chapter)