special stargazing

The library of the second special school is built next to the gymnasium, and the contrast between top students and low students has since formed a stark contrast.

Sheng Yexing often led a group of boys aggressively into the gymnasium, with a basketball bag on his shoulder, and his silhouette was drawn into long shadows by the sun on the red track.

They pay attention to the spirit of competition in sports. Whoever loses will squat in front of the gymnasium for half an hour, or help everyone in the enemy team clean up after school.

Calculated in this way, Sheng Yexing hasn't cleaned in almost two years.

After Tang Han accepted the setting that "Sheng Yexing wanted to be with Lu Jianxing on his own initiative", he decided to find an opportunity to give a small lecture to Sheng Yexing, but he often failed to catch anyone.

Today, she was going to the library to pick up materials, when she saw Sheng Yexing Da Dong wearing only short sleeves, with a light gray wristband on his arm, twisting the cap of a Coke bottle.

He tapped Gu Qunshan's wrist, "Don't clean up other classes. Today you lost to me in a one-on-one solo, go clean up our class after school."

After finishing speaking, he suddenly raised his head and took a sip of water, "Especially the two rows behind us."

"Will the buddies in the second class agree?"

"I have the final say."

Gu Qunshan said dejectedly, "Understood, brother."

The end of November was the time when the cold wave invaded. Sheng Yexing relied on his good flesh and blood and never considered the issue of keeping warm. He just put on a thin layer of school uniform over the jersey, and greeted a group of people when he put on his coat and hat: "Everyone Go back to the classroom for self-study first."

"Fuck it, brother." Li Dingxi coaxed, "We haven't had class all afternoon, so we're going back to deliver the head."

Sheng Yexing choked him: "Do you think you guys are really skipping class? Brother Chuan said you must be back at 05:30, what time is it now?"

"Five twenty-five." Li Dingxi said.

"Hurry up." Sheng Yexing almost raised his leg and pretended to kick someone.

Shi Er has to participate in some basketball game in the district before the holiday at the end of January, and is preparing to let a group of people wear long johns and long johns to play a slam dunk in the winter.

Sheng Yexing was too lazy to participate, but one of the major reasons that encouraged him to agree to this competition was——

The teachers of the school jointly requested that the participating teams of City [-] be classified into the regular age group.

In the past few years, they were all grouped with welfare homes and social education organizations.

This year is finally the same as ordinary middle and high school students.

"Hey?"

Gu Qunshan was the first to see Tang Han, unable to stop the movement, he jumped up and shouted: "Teacher!"

Tang Han saw a group of little bastards running towards the classroom, his face flushed, and he didn't criticize much. He looked up and looked back: "Where's Night Walk? The teacher has something to do with him."

Sheng Yexing's footsteps froze.

I haven't climbed over the wall or fought in the past few days.

"Follow me to the library," Tang Han pointed to the room, "I want to talk to you about grouping."

Several little boys laughed.

They all knew that their eldest was grouped with the little autistic.

After being "caught" by Tang Han into the library, Sheng Yexing's footsteps became quieter.

As a person who doesn't pay much attention to his studies, he always feels that Xueba is very powerful, and he is afraid of disturbing anyone.

Tang Han was straightforward enough to cut to the chase: "Ye Xing, didn't you say yesterday that you wanted to be with Lu Jianxing? If you really want to, listen to me first."

"I am sincere," Sheng Yexing twisted the cigarette in his pocket with his fingers, "you say."

Tang Han was still thinking about how to speak, Sheng Yexing couldn't hold back his curiosity, and asked, "By the way, teacher, Lu Jianxing...what's the matter with his ability to tell the day of the week by date?"

"When he suffers from this disease, he tends to have stronger concentration and a more paranoid personality. There are also very few children who are very smart. Once they want to practice something, they really get into it." Tang Han said, "He said I figured it out myself."

"A temporary count?" Sheng Yexing almost pinched the filter.

"Correct."

The filter is really pinched.

Tang Han saw that he couldn't calm down, "What are you pinching with your hands in your pockets?"

Sheng Yexing raised his eyes, "Would you like one?"

"..." Tang Han decided to skip this topic.

Going around from the history books area of ​​the library to medicine, Tang Han found a few cabinets of books and said as he walked, "Actually, there are not many ways to treat him, such as interpersonal relationship training, applied behavior analysis therapy, etc... But Lu Jianxing is so old now, and his individual thinking has been formed. For him, there is no specific drug that can target the core symptoms, but taking drugs can change some emotional and behavioral symptoms.”

"Then what am I going to do?"

Sheng Yexing seemed to be careless, but in fact he chewed all these words in his heart.

Tang Han said: "Intervene in him and 'invade' his life more. Although for him, the best time is to be alone, this will seriously affect his communication skills."

Sheng Yexing thought for a while, "Does he have the ability to communicate?"

"Very little."

"Then all I did was useless?" Sheng Yexing took down a slightly old booklet from the bookshelf.

"Not necessarily...you need to make him more emotional, such as laughing, such as being moved."

Tang Han hesitated for a while, "It's really not good, it's okay to cry and get angry."

"The last two are quite easy," Sheng Yexing turned a page, "The first two are difficult."

Seeing his unreliable appearance, Tang Han became a little nervous, "But you can't bully people."

"Why am I bullying him? Does he look like he can be bullied?"

While listening to the teacher's words, Sheng Yexing obviously lost his mind——

This book is a lyrics book from who knows how many years ago. When he opened a random page, he saw a sentence: Just let me accompany you in the rain.

One more sentence: I don't want to interrupt the sweetness you gave.

One more sentence: Should I send you back now?

Correct.

That night, the sky suddenly began to rain heavily, and the two of them became drowned in silence.

When they went all the way back to the downstairs of the dormitory, Sheng Yexing took advantage of the chaos and touched the palm of Lu Jianxing's palm. The fingertips around the outer circle were cool, but the innermost palm was warm and hot.

Is it the same as the little autistic person?

His eyes moved down unconsciously, and Sheng Yexing couldn't help but move his Adam's apple when he read any sentence.

The little lyrics book also wrote: I just like you sneaking at me (shy).

Although the little autistic is not shy, the way he looks at himself is open and aboveboard, and it can't even be called "secretly watching"...

But Sheng Yexing still couldn't forget that look.

"I've seen it before, but as for crying..." Sheng Yexing closed the book, smiling badly, "What if my throat cracks when I see the stars on the road?"

Thinking about the explosive performance of Xingxing in the next lane, Tang Chunhan laughed: "Possibility?"

"Let me make an analogy." Sheng Yexing coughed, "Teacher, if he is made to cry, don't blame me."

"Come on, you don't know if Lu Jianxing is easy to mess with?"

After Tang Han finished speaking, Sheng Yexing also nodded, rubbed his fingers in his pockets, and thought of a hundred ways to cry and shut himself up.

Tang Han was still a little worried, "Are you sure you can cooperate?"

"can."

"Another important point, don't get sick in front of him... I'm afraid you won't be able to control your emotions. He doesn't know why you beat him. He doesn't even know why you hit him."

Tang Han continued worriedly, "But the good thing about Lu Jianxing is that he knows how to confide, and will protect himself even if the way is too drastic."

"No." Sheng Yexing assured, "I won't beat him even if I hurt myself."

Sighing, Tang Han patted Sheng Yexing on the back, "What silly words?"

Sheng Yexing said: "During the time I was in contact with him, I felt that he has the ability to empathize, and he can also look directly into my eyes."

"Yes, this is what most people misunderstand about autism." Tang Han said, "It's not that he has no emotions, it's not that he can't care about people. He just can't express it correctly."

He is special.

During class time, there are not many people in the library.

Tang Han was walking through the reading area with the book and Sheng Yexing, and within a few steps, he noticed a familiar figure from behind.

She was stunned: "Huh? Is that seeing the stars?"

Sheng Yexing raised his head in response and concluded, "Yes."

"He will also take the initiative to come to the library to study... I thought he would dislike public places."

Tang Han walked over and patted Lu Jianxing on the shoulder, and the latter got up suddenly reflexively.

"You scared me, kid..." Tang Han patted his heart, and said, "Yexing and I came to move books, but I didn't expect you to be here too."

Lu Jianxing covered his notebook on the borrowed book, his hands were flustered, but his expression didn't change, the corners of his mouth were tightly pursed.

Hearing what Tang Han said, he just nodded.

Sheng Yexing stared at him for a while, "Reading?"

"En." Lu Jianxing pressed down the notebook and sat down slowly.

The attitude is cold and rusty.

Sheng Yexing asked, "What book are you reading?"

Lu Jianxing's earlobes turned red suspiciously, and he paused for a while before saying, "Extracurricular books."

"Take good notes."

Sheng Yexing stretched out his finger, and was about to tap on the desk, but for some reason, he tapped on Lu Jianxing's shoulder.

The special "differential treatment" was that Lu Jianxing was not disgusted with his touch, and even turned his attention to Sheng Yexing.

Lu Jianxing said, "I remember."

It's not that Sheng Yexing didn't see it, the book that Lu Jianxing pressed down under his notebook was a book he had borrowed.

The title is in four big characters. I forgot what it was called Sheng Yexing, but the content is very simple. It talks about interpreting mania.

Meeting Lu Jianxing by chance, Tang Han naturally pulled Sheng Yexing to sit down in the library.

She asked Lu Jianxing in a negotiating tone, "Jianxing? The teacher wants to ask you some questions."

When Lu Jianxing heard that he was going to be "visited", his attitude was not natural, "Okay."

Tang Han asked straightforwardly: "What kind of treatment methods have you experienced before? Can you give me an example?"

The relaxed atmosphere was broken up, and Lu Jianxing's body stiffened almost instantly.

He slowed down, imitating Tang Han's words, "Let me use an analogy."

"Yes, let's use an analogy." Tang Han guided him patiently, "Speak slowly."

Lu Jianxing seemed to repeat to himself again: "Slow down."

"Well, take your time."

Sheng Yexing propped his elbows on the table, and intentionally or unintentionally touched Lu Jianxing's knee with his knee several times under the table.

In the first few strokes, Lu Jianxing wanted to hide, but after a few strokes, he also walked close to Sheng Ye.

Lu Jianxing seems to have just realized——

When people can communicate with each other with warm skin, they can communicate with each other even without speaking.

He hates the touch of most people, but enjoys the presence of people he cares about with his sense of touch.

When he was a child, his skin was too pale, he lacked trace elements, and he didn't like to eat anything. When he was three years old, he didn't eat white rice for a year.

He started to learn to speak at the age of one, but he could only speak one word a day when he was two or three years old, and sometimes he didn't want to skip half a word.The words are very rigid, and they all learn according to the adults, and they don't know how to use the language.

When he was three years old, Lu's mother took him out to play, and met a big sister who thought he was as cute as a glutinous rice dumpling, and handed him a red balloon. Lu Jianxing didn't know how to say "thank you", and asked him how old he was , he said three years old.

Later, from the age of four to six, no matter who asked him how old he was, he would always say three.

He didn't understand that every year was a year older.

Lu Jianxing hears all the voices at the same loudness, wears earplugs whenever he goes out, and cannot speak or hear anything. Many people think that there is a deaf-mute child in the community.He used to be afraid of the light, but now he can face the rising sun directly.

Already a great improvement.

Faced with these situations, the parents of the Lu family have also made efforts, praying to God and worshiping Buddha, and finding folk remedies. Do Chinese acupuncture and moxibustion.

Glancing elsewhere, Lu Jianxing began to lose his mind.

Tang Han saw that his attitude was a bit rebellious, so he could only say: "There are many things you need to tell the teacher, so that we can help you."

"Acupuncture, several hours a day. Eighteen needles." He pointed to the top of his head, and then to his back, "More than 20 needles."

Tang Han thought of the extreme treatments circulating on the "market", and asked, holding back his distress, "What about the blood treatment? What about the puncture? Have you done all of them?"

"Well," Lu Jianxing said after a pause for a few seconds, "Blood is drawn from the vein, and the whole body is lasered."

Tang Han asked: "What medicine have you taken?"

"Medicine." Lu Jianxing said.

"Yes, it's medicine. What have you taken? Can you tell me?" Tang Han guided patiently.

"Those that stimulate the brain," Lu Jianxing lowered his eyes, "you'll get red as soon as you eat it."

"where?"

Lu Jianxing said, "Face."

"Finally." Sheng Yexing, who had been silent all this time, said.

Lu Jianxing replied: "I can't take it anymore."