Will you die if you don't talk? !

The hourglass of time goes from morning to afternoon, and the mottled lines of sunlight on the floor make the surrounding environment peaceful, but not everyone can enjoy this leisurely tranquility.

In the expert diagnosis room, the doctor flipped through the examination results, and his brows became more and more wrinkled. Logically speaking, this situation is impossible. There is no problem with the vocal cords, and the hearing is completely normal. What is going on?

"Doctor, how is Jia?"

The doctor looked up at the anxious woman in front of her. Her hands were tightly clasped together because of anxiety. Apart from nervousness, there were obvious expectations in her eyes staring at the doctor. The result she expected to hear was what she expected.

Although the doctor sighed in pity, he shook his head and told the cruel truth about women: "His vocal cords have not been damaged in any way, and his hearing organs are well differentiated and developed. His physical condition is no different from that of a normal person. He can’t speak, either because of a nervous system failure, or… I want to ask, would he cry when he was born?”

The woman froze for a moment, as if she hadn't thought about this problem. At that time in the delivery room, she could vaguely hear the cry of the baby, but she was in a trance just after the operation, and couldn't distinguish between reality and illusion. difference.

In fact, the doctor’s voice was a little uncertain. In fact, he was more inclined to nervous system failure. If such a small child could never speak due to psychological problems, it would be so distressing.

Thinking of this, he looked down at the boy standing next to the woman, his bright and clear eyes were focused on the toy in his hand, his delicate skin was a bit more beautiful than the white porcelain he had seen before, such a beautiful child It's a pity that I won't be able to speak in the future. The doctor rubbed the boy's hair with emotion: "What's your name?"

He regretted saying that.

The disheartened woman could only hold the boy's hand and leave. When she walked out the door, the quiet boy turned his head and looked at the doctor. His eyes were dark and bright, as bright as stars. Although it was only a short glance, but Abnormally agile.The doctor, who was a little stunned, was a little bit moved by his good looks. Just such a simple smile can make people feel the joy and joy in it... Is that child happy?

While the doctor was surprised, he turned around and noticed that there was a small note in front of the desk. The children's handwriting was very delicate:

My name is Yukimura Ka^_^

The doctor looked at the smiling face at the end and couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips. What a polite child, but when did he write it?

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Walking out of the hospital, Mingsha blinked her eyes that were a little bit acidic from the sunlight. Just now she couldn't answer the doctor's question at all. From the joy of being relieved when Jia was born, to the panic of finding the child missing, it was as if she had come from heaven. fall into hell.She has never seen her child in the long five years, nor has she been by her side. This is cruel and sad for her or Jia, but the accumulated longing has not yet taken her away. Crazy, that one sent her child back a year ago.

... It's just that he has never said a word so far.

"Ka--" Akira Yukimura stopped and looked at the boy who was not taller than her waist, with golden hair hanging down softly around his cheeks, fair skin almost transparent in the sun, eyes under thick and slightly curled eyelashes It is different from that person's sharpness and depth, the innocence in the pupils is obvious, but how long will this cleanliness last.

There was a gloomy flash in Yukimura Akisa's eyes, and she couldn't help but think of the man who forcibly took Ka away. At this moment, he felt his hand was clenched, and the boy's blue eyes looked at her, as if to comfort her, but moved He moved his lips but couldn't make any sound.

Seeing this, Akira Yukimura knelt down and pressed her face against his face, fondling his pink cheeks intimately: "Does Jia want to talk like everyone else?"

The boy who heard his words lowered his head and looked at the ground silently. Akisa Yukimura approached him, but she didn't see a trace of longing in those blue pupils. She froze for a moment, because she had never thought about it before. This question, Jia... has no desire to speak.

Yukimura Mingsa hesitated for a while, then looked at him incredulously: "Doesn't Jia like talking?"

Jia took out the small note in his pocket, and wrote a sentence on it with a pen seriously: Well, so can I not go to the hospital in the future?

Yukimura Mingsa looked at the words on the paper, her expression was obviously stunned, the emotions in her heart became complicated in an instant, and the memories of the past appeared in front of her eyes.

Jiacong will shed tears because of injuries, but he will not cry out; he will watch TV cartoons seriously, but he will not hum like other children; he will stare at the toys on the street for a long time, but Never say anything like that to her.Originally Yukimura Mingsa thought that Jia was just afraid of strangers for a while, but she didn't expect that the boy never said a word in a year.The results of multiple examinations in the hospital remained unchanged, and there was no problem with the vocal cords, but it was not expected that the essential cause lay in Jia.

Akira Yukimura looked at the boy whose eyes were shining with anticipation in front of her, and her eyes became softer unconsciously: "Is this Ka's wish?"

The boy nodded, and the corners of his mouth curled up brightly. This kind of relieved and beautiful smile was something she hadn't seen for a long time, and maybe it was just ignored by her all the time.

Ever since she discovered that Jia could not speak a year ago, she has become extremely nervous and afraid. This is not only a mother's worry about her child, but also her vanity, because she is afraid of others' discrimination, but she ignores it from beginning to end. After hearing Jia's thoughts, she almost forgot that she still has a son.

That's right, Jia is her son and her close relative.In any case, this blood bond will never change.

Even if he can't speak, it won't affect anything. Yukimura Mingsa holds his hand and sticks it to her cheek. The small palm is soft and has the milky fragrance of a child: "As long as Jia is happy, what can I ask my mother to do?" All willing."

The boy reached out to hold Yukimura Mingsa's shoulders, but because the arms were too short, he could barely wrap them around the other's neck. This comforting way made Yukimura Mingsa laugh out loud, and squeezed her son's neck. He took his hand and went home together.

Since that time, Jia has stayed away from the smell of hospital disinfectant. Although there is a language barrier, his sense of smell and other senses have become particularly sharp. He really doesn't like the smell of hospitals.

He doesn't want to talk, so Kaya is used to living with paper and pen in his pocket, but in the past few months, he seems to have a new hobby.

Yukimura Mingsa recently discovered that Jia likes to sit by the window, holding a book in her small palm, with an indescribable seriousness on her immature face. Eight-year-old Jia has not gone to school yet, but following Yukimura Mingsa also I learned a lot of words.And Yukimura Meisa also found that although her son is not talkative, his learning ability is much stronger than that of children of the same age.

Since the last time, the relationship between the mother and son has improved a lot compared to the past, but Jia is no different from the past, staying at home obediently every day waiting for Yukimura Mingsa to come back from work, not as active as a boy, Jia's biggest hobby is books, This made Akisa Yukimura both happy and worried.She was so happy that Jia started to understand at such a young age, and she was worried that if he was bored at home all day at such a young age, it would be detrimental to his growth. Although she had considered sending Jia to elementary school before, she was also worried that Jia would be punished if he could not speak. People repel, even bully.

Yukimura Mingsa, who had been thinking about this matter all day long, was also a little absent-minded when she went to work. When she returned home, Jia sat near the window as usual, and the rays of the setting sun shone through the open window. Straws were sprinkled on the book, and the boy looked at the book with his eyes motionless, frowning slightly as if he was thinking about something, but this serious look was very cute in Ming Sha's eyes.

With a teasing attitude, she walked lightly behind the boy, thinking that he was reading something like a cartoon book, but when she saw the book in Jia's hand, she, who was going to scare her, was caught by the book The content in is scary.

Jia looked intently at the thick book in her hand, holding a pencil in her right hand to draw lines under the explanation of string theory, and then marked the experiment of neutrinos penetrating quarks. I don't know where Jia found these books.

And when other people's children were still crying and making noise because of bedwetting, Jia had already started to study physical data, and this gap was a bit unacceptable for her.

"Ka, do you—can you understand?"

The boy was taken aback by the woman's sudden appearance, but he calmed down after a while, and then wrote a sentence on the paper: I don't understand, I'm just a little curious.

Yukimura Mingsa breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out that she was just curious and playing, and she would forget about it in a short time.At this time, Jia wrote another piece of paper and handed it to her, and completely broke the illusion: Mom, do you think neutrinos will show their own weight when they can penetrate quarks.

Neutrinos... what are they?

Akemura Yukimura, who was a little bit tangled, suddenly suspected that her previous classes were all for nothing. She looked down at the boy and said, "Jia, have you been interested in these recently? Didn't you like Transformers and Superman before? And that burning What a small universe, mom even bought you a gift, thump."

"Do you like it? If you encounter difficulties in the future, Superman will come to help you."

Jia looked at Mingsha excitedly holding up the model in her hand, blinked, just nodded vigorously, and then quickly wrote a line on the paper: Mom, do you think humans can fly without genetic changes? ?Moreover, it also involves the issue of message transmission and collection. How did Superman collect the signals that people need help and rush to the scene of the incident in the first time?Did he have a GPS navigation system implanted in his head?Let's assume that Superman's flying speed is nearly 100m/s. Is he flying at a constant speed or accelerating?What is the impetus for his flight?

...What happened to this child?

Akisa Yukimura looked at the paper full of words twitchingly, and there was another sentence on the back: "Mom, can I do laser experiments at home like Sheldon?"

"Stim...laser...experiment?" Yukimura Meisa struggled to say these words, she was more than a little frightened today, especially the last name of Jia, "Sheldon?!"

She admits that Sheldon can be cute sometimes, but if her son turns into a weird physicist one day, she will definitely cry.

But the next second a warm feeling came, the boy who fell on her body coquettishly rubbed her face, Yukimura Mingsa met the shining eyes staring at her, and then pinched the boy helplessly With a smooth and tender face, I couldn't say no to it.

"You can't do experiments at home." Seeing Jia's small face immediately wilted, Yukimura Mingsa rubbed his head and said helplessly, "Mom, I will take you to play in uncle's laboratory next time, but in return, Jia I'm going to help my mother cook dinner tonight."

When Jia heard this, she immediately nodded excitedly, and gave her a kiss on the face without hesitation, then quickly closed the book on the table and put it in the small bookcase next to her.

Looking at the boy who stretched out his hand to hug her, Meisa Yukimura finally felt that Ka was a child, and picked him up and walked to the kitchen.

Jia sat obediently on a small chair in the kitchen. Although it was not the first time, he picked vegetables carefully every time. His eyes under the long eyelashes were full of concentration. Because he was young and weak, he always had to work hard It took a lot of effort to remove the vegetable stems, but the appearance of her cheeks turning red due to the force was unexpectedly cute.

Suddenly there was a sound of ringing the doorbell. As soon as Jia heard it, he immediately said that he would open the door. Yukimura Mingsa smiled and watched the little figure run out.

Jia, who walked outside the door, stood on tiptoe and twisted the handle with some difficulty. When he opened the door, he unexpectedly met a pair of golden eyes. Jia basically had no chance to get along with his peers. He looked at it curiously. looking at the blond boy standing next to the woman, he is curious about the golden pupils.

And the blond boy looked at the boy by the door. His hair, which was the same as his own, looked so soft that people couldn't help touching it. His bright and pure eyes became more lively because of curiosity. He subconsciously stretched out his hand and squeezed it. The other person's cheeks were tender and tender to the touch, so I couldn't help pinching them a few times. It was really as soft as the jelly he ate, but his hands were a little stronger, and the boy's eye circles were slightly red , but the blond boy stopped at a loss, his moist eyes looked even cuter, and then he thought of something from taking out a handful of candy and stuffing it into the opponent's arms.

"I... am Ryota Kise, eight years old this year." The blond boy lowered his head shyly, and Nana Kise was also a little surprised by his son's flushed cheeks. After all, this little guy has always been cheerful and lively, and he didn't expect to see him this time It's embarrassing to be a stranger.

Jia glanced at the candy in his hand, then tilted his head to look at the pink on Kise's fair cheeks, blinked for no reason, then took out the pen in his pocket, drew a few strokes on the paper, and handed it to in front of each other.

The beautiful words are very clear on the small note: I am Yukimura Ka, thank you for the candy, but eating too much candy between the ages of four and six will lead to the growth of bacteria and greatly increase the chance of dental caries, and the world The World Health Organization has listed dental caries, brain damage, and severe secondary diseases as the three major human diseases for prevention and treatment.

Kise Nana glanced at it secretly, but seeing the densely packed words on it, the corners of her mouth twitched a little, I said what's the matter with this child?

Kise, on the other hand, looked at it seriously for a long time, finally raised his head and scratched his head in embarrassment, and said with a shy smile: "That - no thanks, if you like it, I'll bring you chocolate next time."

Kise Nana raised her forehead, Ryota, if you don't know how to read, just say it.