After I made a biography for my scumbag ex, I was on fire

The next day, Mu Song arrived at S Bo at the agreed time.

Before getting out of the car, he saw a group of young students in the distance, Bai Xu stood in the middle, very outstanding.

"Brother Mu Song!"

As soon as Mu Song got out of the car, Bai Xu saw him immediately, squeezed out of the crowd, and ran towards him while waving.

"Slow down, watch out for the car!"

Seeing the young man running towards him with full of youthful enthusiasm, Mu Song couldn't help being infected, couldn't help it, and walked a few steps towards him.

"Oh, you kid, what are you running for? It's a hot day, and there's no place to wash your body after sweating."

When the person came to him, seeing the thin sweat faintly appearing on Bai Xu's forehead, Mu Song put on the air of an elder again.

Blushing his face, while murmuring words, he took out a tissue and wiped his sweat tenderly.

Through the tissue, feeling the strength of Mu Song's fingertips and the faint cedar fragrance on his wrist, Bai Xu squinted his eyes contentedly, enjoying this moment of happiness.

"Brother Mu Song, what kind of perfume do you use?"

After wiping off his sweat, Mu Song was about to withdraw his hand, but Bai Xu grabbed it and brought it to the tip of his nose, as if carefully identifying the fragrance notes.

The boy's breath, as hot as his heart, sprayed on Mu Song's sensitive wrist like fine feathers, scratching Mu Song inexplicably itchy.

"Cough cough..."

Mu Song withdrew his hand without showing a trace.

"Hey, big-budget, do you like it? I'll send you a bottle later."

"Wow! Brother Mu Song will do what he says this time!"

"Hey, what do you mean 'this time'? When did you, Brother Mu Song, not do what you said?"

"That time in the pajamas..."

Mu Song: ...

"Oh, don't count that time... It's not that I don't want to send you off, it's that the clothes are old and not suitable for you.

Okay, I bought the perfume and pajamas for you later! "

"real?!"

"necessary."

In front of Mu Song, Bai Xu has always been easy to coax.

When he got a bad check, he was overjoyed, and happily pulled Mu Song to meet his classmates.

"Brother Mu Song is good!"

Seven or eight children aged [-] or [-], Qi Shengsheng greeted Mu Song with a loud voice that attracted the attention of many tourists.

Mu Song, who was slightly socially phobic, was most afraid of being the focus, so he blushed immediately and replied repeatedly.

"We're all here, let's go in!"

As the project leader, Bai Xu changed his usual cuteness in front of Mu Song, and made arrangements in an orderly manner, much like an adult.

Mu Song watched from the side, inexplicably feeling a kind of pride that "my family has a child who has just grown up", and his smiling eyes were full of relief.

Feeling his attention, Bai Xu turned his head, and the moment they looked at each other, Langgouzi's emotions were much more complicated.

Damn, look at this young master with this kind of eyes that look at a baby...

Bai Xu was depressed and helpless, but he refused to admit defeat.

I thought, one day, I will let you look at your husband instead!

The wolf dog with lofty goals, regardless of the current disadvantage, quickly withdraws his mind and focuses on today's battle plan.

After all, it took him a lot of effort to plan all this.

After entering the S Museum and finding the staff who were connected, the group neatly entered the collection area that is not open to the public.

"Wow!"

Facing the carefully preserved treasures of the town hall, the children's exclamations came one after another, wave after wave in Mu Song's heart, arousing memories of years ago.

The same exhibits, the same exclamation, but the people who made the voices were not tall college students, but a group of special children.

"Dad, why are those kids so noisy?!"

Mu Song still remembers that six years ago, in the special exhibition held by S Bo for Zhao Mengfu, the little girl next to him mistook him for her father and grabbed his pants, that's what she asked.

"Ouch, baby girl, how could you misrecognize your father!"

The child's mother picked her up and smiled regretfully at Mu Song.

Turning his face, pointing to the school uniforms of the group of children, he explained to his daughter: "Those children are from a special school."

"What is a special school?"

"That is, abnormal children, go to school."

"Oh, no wonder they are so noisy, it's not normal!"

The child's words are free, but it is still harsh to the ears of others.

"How do you educate your children? What is abnormal? You have two eyes and one mouth. Who is more normal than the other?

My children are just special, we have talents, I don't know how many times stronger than your 'normal' children! "

Another young mother didn't want to hear that her child was being slandered, and immediately exploded with thorns all over her body, looking like she was going to fight.

But which parent doesn't protect the calf and don't want to see their children being wronged outside?

So, the two mothers, each with their two babies, were arguing and crying, making the originally clean exhibition hall into a mess.

The staff refused to listen to their persuasion, and finally, they alerted the police.

"Our baby... just, even if he has... autism, he is still a... normal child."

Faced with the police's questioning, the patient's mother hugged the child in her arms, weeping uncontrollably, as if she wanted to cry out all the grievances accumulated for a long time.

The woman's cry was sobbing and full of emotions, but the child in her arms didn't cry or fuss, just hung her head, looking like she was staying out of it.

It's hard not to feel sorry for such a weird scene, and even tourists who are also mothers shed tears.

When the matter got to this point, the "normal" mother and daughter on the other side couldn't bother to entangle any more, and apologized voluntarily in order to calm things down.

If it was just a small dispute, Mu Song might not remember it for so long.

What really impressed him, and even had an impact on his later life, was that he saw the mother and child again in the parent-child activity area of ​​the exhibition hall.

The mother, who was emotional just now, has gradually recovered her calm, while the child, who had been silent before, is now extremely focused on the paintbrush in her hand.

Mu Song, who has studied painting for a few days, has heard about many talented painters who are actually autistic patients.

So, he sat aside calmly, playing with the Nine Links on the table, and quietly observing the child's paintings.

Sure enough, unlike children of the same age, the children's pens are graffiti with heavy brushes without painting skills, but they can faintly see the talent made from the heart.

And when Mu Song saw his final product, he couldn't help feeling a little shocked.

Abstraction is indeed abstract, but with just one glance, people can see his emotions when creating.

On the dark black background, rough lines outline the woman's blood-red mouth, tears, and a doll thrown in the corner.

He had seen the scene of the quarrel just now, and he remembered even the trivial details in his heart.

It turned out that the fact that he didn't cry or make trouble the whole time didn't mean that he didn't understand anything.

On the contrary, he is more sensitive than the so-called "normal people".

It's just that he doesn't say it.

The highly sensitive Mu Song, inexplicably, saw his own shadow on the child.

Afraid of staying too long and arousing his mother's suspicion, Mu Song left in time.

When I left the museum, I ran into the group of special education children again.

After a careful look, it turned out that among them were not only children with autism, but also children with other congenital deficiencies.

Although he was somewhat different from ordinary people, the child had the same sunny smile on his face.

Even more contagious than "normal" children.

Because of that chance encounter, after Mu Song returned to G City, he began to understand special people in addition to daily coding.

Through the Internet and books, he gradually learned that this kind of people actually have the opportunity to integrate into society and cultivate the ability to survive independently.

Therefore, their early education is very important.

For this reason, Mu Song specially participated in a volunteer activity, visited a special school in G City, and experienced it personally.

In big cities, there are many such volunteer activities, and these special children have fully felt the love of the society.

Therefore, even if there are various physical obstacles, the smiles of the children are all from the heart, and they are the manifestation of the purest love in the world.

Just like little sunflowers, even if they are incomplete, they still grow towards the sun.

This kind of vitality is really, too healing!

As a result, every time Mu Song goes to volunteer, he can't say whether he is healing the children or being healed by the children.

Realizing the magic of this benign interaction, every time he sees Lu Yuan exhausted and exhausted in the business war of intrigues, Mu Song would like to invite Lu Yuan to do volunteer work together.

It's a pity that the busy President Lu still doesn't have the energy.

"Do you think everyone is as idle as you?"

As soon as Lu Yuan said "leisure", Mu Song shut up abruptly. Since he didn't appreciate it, he didn't need to force it.

So, when Lu Yuan did not mention volunteering anymore, he just insisted on doing it silently for five or six years.

Moreover, Mu Song went more and more frequently, and went deeper and deeper, and even came up with the idea of ​​making a career out of it.

Because, in this process, through volunteer groups, he also learned that, in fact, there are many vulnerable groups in society who are submerged under the mainstream of the masses.

Although there are not many of them, they are all experiencing a more difficult life than ordinary people.

Especially in remote areas, it is not only difficult to obtain additional resource assistance, but also suffer from all kinds of eyes from so-called "normal people".

Compared with them, Mu Song thought that he was very lucky.

Except for not being able to get the care and care that he deserved since he was a child, he has never been treated badly for basic necessities of life.

Now, with more property than most people, Mu Song feels that he can do something.

Although Mu Song didn't look like a student when he was in college, in fact, before entering college, he was a good student——

The kind who is handsome, cold, and crazy.

Not only occupying the first place in the grade all the year round, but also pulling No.2 by dozens of points.

Therefore, when he was seriously preparing to do something, his instinctive reaction was to start from an academic point of view.

After consulting for a while, and looking up some information, I decided that I should study sociology.

Coincidentally, although S University's comprehensive ranking is average, its sociology is considered top in the country.

So Mu Song came to S City after he and Lu Yuan broke up, not only because the house is here, but also because S University is also here.

He wanted to take the postgraduate entrance examination in sociology at S University, but he had never said anything about this plan.

"Brother Mu Song? What are you thinking?"

Bai Xu's soft question brought Mu Song's mind back from his memory.

"Oh, it's nothing. I saw this painting at the special exhibition on Zhao Mengfu's birthday. I didn't expect to see it again."

"Haha, I didn't lie to you, did I! It's a good trip, right?"

"No loss, it's worth it!"

Mu Song nodded with a smile, turned around, and saw four or five clay pots on the long table at the other end of the exhibition room.

"what is that?"

Mu Song is not without curiosity.

"Brother Mu Song, apart from everyone's masterpieces, we have more interesting activities today!"

Bai Xu smiled mysteriously, and pulled him towards the long table.

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The author has something to say:

Lu Yuan: ... Wife, do you want to study? / vaguely uneasy

Mu Song: Didn't you ask me to read another one? /ghost eyes

Lu Yuan: I... I was just joking...

Mu Song: Can you make a joke that hurts people casually?

Lu Yuan: I was wrong... Then, how long will you study?

Mu Song: I don’t know, how long do you want to study for a master’s degree, a doctor’s degree, or a post-doctoral degree…

Lu Yuan: .../It's over, it's over

Bai Xu: Hahahahahahahahaha, hello senior! /Excited

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I finally wrote Songsong's main line of business! ! !so excited~~~

感谢在2022-01-3123:55:54~2022-02-0217:26:23期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: Are you full? 5 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!