Lei Feng System

The phone rang a lot and no one answered it. After a few more calls, it turned off. The fat on Anguoren's face was distorted for an instant, and he forced a smile and said, "This kid, tell him to charge the phone in the morning, he just won't listen, you see, now the phone is automatically turned off and can't be reached." Finally, he told An Minghuai, "Go get your brother back."

"Dad, I stay at home every day to do my summer homework, how do I know where he is?" An Minghuai frowned and rejected.

Lei Ting glanced at his watch and said warmly, "Forget it, he will be back before half past six anyway. We can wait slowly."

Anguoren smiled and nodded, "Yes, this child's daily schedule is fixed, and he will definitely come back at the meal time. How does the lieutenant general know his habit?"

"Autistic patients are accustomed to living in a fixed track, and they feel uneasy when they are out of track. My son does the same." Lei Ting did not answer positively, after all, investigating others is not a good thing.

Anguoren felt that he had found a very good topic and began to exchange parenting heart sutras with Lei Ting. His narration is full of all kinds of sadness, distress, and surprises. He has portrayed himself as a hard-working and dedicated father, and has spent a lot of effort in curing his son's autism. But Lei Ting had already investigated Anjia, and when he saw his hypocritical face, he felt extremely disgusted.

"Can I go to Han Zhuoyu's room to have a look?" He interrupted An Guoren in a deep voice.

Xiao Tuanzi sat an arm away from him, staring at the gate eagerly.

"Of course, I'll take you there." An Guoren stood up immediately and reached out to lead the way.

"Xiaochen, do you want to see where your brother Yu lives?" Lei Ting leaned down and asked in as gentle a tone as possible. Because he was performing tasks outside all the year round, he spent very little time with his son. Unexpectedly, his ex-wife was more irresponsible than him, and the child was thrown to the nanny when he was born. When it was discovered that the son had a problem, it was irretrievable. The son never got close to him and seldom responded to his words. His heart is like a knife but he also knows that this kind of illness can't be rushed. As long as he doesn't give up, he can always pull his son out of the lonely desert for ten, twenty, thirty, or even a lifetime. Didn't Han Jiamei succeed?

With the example of Han Zhuoyu before, he is full of hope for his son's future. And he discovered that although Han Zhuoyu and his son rarely communicate in language, they can clearly understand his son's thoughts. Maybe this is the unique telepathy between autistic patients? Therefore, he wants his son to have more contact with Han Zhuoyu.

The expressionless little dumpling finally reacted, and slowly slipped off the sofa, looking up at his father with expectant eyes.

It was the first time that his son could answer his question. Lei Ting suppressed his excitement and said to An Guoren, "Let's go, go up and take a look."

Lei Lizhen and An Minghuai followed the beaming An Guoren with stiff faces.

The teenager’s room is very tidy, with snow-white walls, sky-blue tulle curtains, blue and white furniture and appliances, and the bright sunshine shining in, giving people an extraordinarily refreshing and spacious feeling.

"He likes white and blue?" Lei Ting looked at An Guoren.

"Yes, he only loves these two colors." An Guoren replied with a guilty conscience, his son's room was not like this before, only simple decoration and furnishings, it looks good. Now this refreshing look is all arranged by the son according to his own preferences, and he, the father, has never noticed it. Of course, he himself knew that Lei Lizhen was definitely not so kind.

The little dumpling ran into the room first, standing on tiptoes and trying to remove a picture frame from the desk. It was a photo of the boy and his deceased mother. He was leaning sideways, Mu Ru's eyes rested on his mother’s smiling face. Behind them is a wall full of vines, with tiny pink flowers blooming. The picture is warm. moving.

Lei Ting walked over, stared at the photo for a while, and stuffed it into his son's hand.

The little dumpling hurriedly hugged tightly, and kept rubbing the boy's face with his fingers.

Lei Ting resisted his sourness and walked to the bed to check the neatly folded, boxy quilt. In that interview video, he had seen the same neatly folded quilt. At that time, he thought it was prepared by the TV station for the show, but he did not expect it to be a good habit developed by the teenager himself.

His appraisal of the teenager was raised again, and he walked towards the bookcase across from the bed. The blue and white bookcases are full of books, history, politics, humanities, geography...the types are quite diverse, and there are traces of flipping through them.

Lei Ting secretly nodded and pushed open the bathroom door. The inside was also meticulous and clean. The various toiletries were arranged in an orderly manner according to the size. This is not at all like a room for a boy in a restless youth, but like a room for a well-trained soldier. And what Thunder admires most is this kind of rigorous and self-disciplined person, not to mention that the other party is also suffering from autism like his son.

Unconsciously, his stern face softened completely.

Seeing that Lei Ting seemed to particularly favor his son, Ang Guoren's heart trembled with excitement. I wanted to explain a few words later, but when he met the opponent's implied black eyes, he wisely chose to keep quiet.

"If Xiaochen grows up to be half of Han Zhuoyu in the future, I will feel at ease." After reading the room, Lei Ting exclaimed from the bottom of his heart.

"Where, where, you are too rewarding..." An Guoren was humble on his face, but he felt very proud in his heart. I had known that my son was so good, I shouldn't have let Han Jiamei take his son away, and now the relationship between father and son has faded.

Outside the government compound, the guard saw a military-brand SUV approaching. Instead of asking questions, the guard raised the landing gear. When the driver saw this, he smiled and said, "Which district does the little handsome guy live in? I'll just send you home." When the words fell, he looked at the boy several times, always making the other person more familiar with each other.

Han Zhuoyu uncomfortably pulled the dirty clothes, nodded and said, "Building 2, District D, thank you."

Hey, what a coincidence! The home that Lieutenant General Lei visited is also in Building 2 of Area D. The driver glanced at the boy again and slapped the steering wheel suddenly, "I remember, you are Han Zhuoyu, right? I have seen you on TV, no wonder you always think you are familiar!" Fate! I thought the mission was yellow, but I didn't expect to make a circle, but asked him to send back the principal who was going to be visited by the lieutenant general. This kid is so enthusiastic, so enthusiastic! Sure enough, he is a good son of the nation!

Han Zhuoyu nodded and glanced at the driver in confusion, wondering why the other party gave another 5 points of thanks. Didn't you seem to have done anything?

[As long as you think of the host with gratitude, the host can receive the gratitude value of the host. The positive energy of soldiers is indeed more abundant than ordinary people! ] 9527 feels that he has become more and more experienced in selecting recipients.

The car steadily parked in the parking lot of Area D, and the driver who sent the thunder father and son to see his comrades was very surprised. Go back after the car is repaired. What do you want to catch up in a hurry? Hug thighs?

"I ran into Han Zhuoyu halfway, and he helped me fix the car. Look at this dirty body, I have to go in and explain to the lieutenant general." The driver explained to his comrades while helping the boy unload the bicycle.

After making a home, Lei Ting continued to sit in the living room waiting after visiting Han Zhuoyu's room, patiently coping with Anguoren's various flattery and inquiries. Holding the photo frame, Xiao Tuanzi looked at the door and the photos from time to time, looking a little anxious.

"Don't worry, your brother Yu will be back soon." Lei Ting comforted in a low voice.

He was pushed open as soon as he fell the door, and a darkened teenager walked in holding a basketball.

"You, how did your child make it like this?" Anguoren asked dumbfounded, and then glanced at Thunder nervously. It is usually neat and clean, but today I got back in embarrassment. It is really a key moment to lose the chain!

Before Han Zhuoyu could react, he saw a small dumpling rushing towards him, still holding a photo frame in his arms. At the same time, two system prompts sounded continuously, [ding~received Lei Chen's 10 points of appreciation! Ding~ Received 10 points of appreciation from Thunder! 】【Taizheng Xiaozheng finally synced again! ] 9527 is very pleased.

Does seeing yourself arouse gratitude in your heart? I have to say that this meeting ceremony made Han Zhuoyu feel happy, which proved that everything he did was meaningful and not in vain. He quickly stretched out his hand, pressed the forehead of the small dumpling with his fingertips, and spit out three words coldly, "Don't hold it, it's dirty."

The little dumpling stood obediently, raised his head, and looked at his elder brother eagerly, as if he had been wandering for several days and finally found the owner's puppy.

Seeing his son who reacted so fiercely, Thunder's mood was very complicated, I don't know whether it was more happy or more sour. But no matter what, as long as the son likes it, he will try his best to keep the boy by his son. Settling down is not a place to stay for a long time, and the methods used by Lei Lizhen can't be concealed from his eyes.

"Brother, did you fight with Shi Lei again?" An Minghuai asked pretentiously.

Lei Ting Ni glanced at him and shook his head secretly. This half-brother is not a fuel-efficient lamp.

Ang Guoren wished that he couldn't use his hand to plug the mouth of the youngest son, how could he not speak!

【Can you speak? Is the host fighting? The host is helping each other if the road sees injustice, okay! You have no ideals, no morals, no discipline, no education! ] 9527 fried hair.

While cursing, the driver who helped the teenager put the bicycle in came in, gave a standard military salute to Thunder, explained what had happened, and disappointed Lei Lizhen and her son. I thought Han Zhuoyu had committed a crime and was gloating, okay, he turned the corner and helped Thunder again. What kind of **** luck is this!

Lei Ting looked at the dirty boy, his narrow eyes couldn't help narrowing. This is really a wonderful child, obviously resisting the outside world so much, uneasy in his clear eyes from time to time, yet he embraces and loves the world in his own way. What does he think? How did you do it? What a contradiction!

Slowly walked to the boy's side, and saw that the other party moved behind his son without a trace, with his head buried low and messy, like a naughty child who had returned home and confessed his mistake to his elders. Thunder felt inexplicably soft in his heart. If one day, his son can come back with a sweat like a teenager holding a basketball, he doesn't know how happy he will be.

"In order to officially thank you for your life-saving grace to Xiaochen, I have already set a position at Zhu Lanxuan. I invite you and your family to dinner. We will leave when you finish taking a shower." Before the boy responded, he looked at the wrist watch and used it. The tone of the commanding soldier said, "Now at half past five, you still have half an hour."

In order not to disrupt his schedule, Han Zhuoyu immediately walked upstairs, forgetting that he had the right to refuse. Of course, 9527 would certainly not remind him that he wished that the host would stay with Taizheng Xiao all day, so that he could receive gratitude and be soft.

The small dumplings followed suit step by step.

"My invitation seems a bit presumptuous, I hope Secretary An can show his face." Lei Ting turned around and nodded at Anguoren. He is used to giving orders, and his words seem to be polite, but in fact they are not for rejection.

Anguoren agreed flattered. It’s great to have a good son. After more than ten years of working with Lei Lizhen, he failed to get on the boat of the Lei family. The son went to the countryside to spend a summer vacation and got it done.