Su Baiwei and Su Jingmo walked out of the gate of Qu's courtyard, Su Jingmo saw Su Baiwei walking with his head down and didn't know what he was pondering, glanced at him a few times, and asked softly: "Dad, didn't you say that Qu Songyin is suspected of autism?"

"There was a little sign. Su Baiwei stood in front of the courtyard of her house, looking at the fields in the distance, and the busy people became a black spot.

The sky in the north is always blue sky and white clouds, and the scorching sun is in the sky, even if all kinds of incomprehensible chaos now make many people's faces more or less dull.

But standing in such a vast field, looking at the endless world, my heart will always be a little sparse.

He stood at the courtyard gate with his waist straight, his hand on the earthen wall and rubbing unconsciously, Qu Songyin did have some autism before.

Because of the weakness caused by premature birth, even if it is regulated by traditional Chinese medicine, nutrition is a big problem.

I don't know what happened to her the year before last, and the child who used to talk occasionally became taciturn, like a mute, and indeed had a slight sign of autism.

Even if he is a Chinese medicine practitioner, but in a medical family, Zu Xun asked them to broaden their horizons, and he also has an understanding of Western medicine. If it weren't for this chaos, he would have been forced to stay here, and he would probably be half an expert in Western medicine.

Su Bai shook his head slightly, shook off the regrets caused by these times, and thought about Qu Songyin's situation.

Su Jingmo stood beside him and saw that he didn't continue, and continued, "Many of her performances are related to Dr. Kenna's ......."

Before he finished speaking, he was slightly covered by Su Baiwei, he looked left and right nervously, lowered his head and whispered in Su Jingmo's ear: "Don't mention these again!"

Su Jingmo lowered his eyes and lowered the dissatisfaction in his eyes, not knowing if it was dissatisfaction with Su Baiwei or dissatisfaction with not being able to say much now.

After he nodded and Su Bai let go slightly, he muttered again, "Qu Songyin almost didn't speak before, why did it become normal after waking up and losing his memory?"

"Alright. Let's go back and decoction the medicine. Su Bai sighed slightly, turned his head and looked at the courtyard gate of the Qu family next door, no matter what, it is better to be normal than to be a mute, this child is also very bitter.

The very bitter child is really bitter now, Qu Songyin was stuffed with three eggs by Pan Meijiang, it is no longer a matter of being full, she is choking and panicking......

Seeing that Pan Meijiang began to peel the fourth egg, Qu Songyin panicked, no one popularized knowledge, isn't it good to eat too many eggs in one day?

The smooth egg was about to be completely formed, Qu Songyin trembled his voice, trying to squeeze out a filial tone, "You eat it too." "I can't call that mom after all.

Pan Meijiang is just a stranger to her now, and she really can't open her mouth to call out that mother.

These three words made Pan Meijiang move, her eyes moistened, and she looked at her and trembled her lips, "Silly girl, mom won't eat it, I'll give it to you!"

Don't, they're choking. Qu Songyin really wanted to roll her eyes, but looking at her distressed look, she was a little touched in the bottom of her heart.

"The lo noodles made by milk for you are fragrant. Zhang Shushui came in with a plate of steaming noodles, just holding the porcelain basin with her bare hands, and she was not afraid of getting hot.

Putting the noodles on the table, he withdrew his hand and shook it casually, turned his head to look at the eggs in Pan Meijiang's hand and the pile of egg shells beside him, his brows moved, he didn't say anything, and looked at Qu Songyin, "Can Wuya get up and eat some noodles." ”

"Yes. Qu Songyin was almost stuffed with three eggs, feeling that he could dominate his body, and his stomach still felt a little hungry.

There is a question in my mind, doesn't it mean that I have to drink porridge when I get up from a coma for a few days? Is it okay to eat noodles as soon as I come?

Pan Meijiang carefully helped Qu Songyin up, and when she saw that she gradually moved her hands and feet, she leaned over to pick up shoes for her.

Zhang Shushui saw her movements, scurryed forward dexterously, squatted down and picked up her shoes, and grabbed Qu Songyin's feet to put them on for her.

This thoughtful action made Qu Songyin bow his head in a daze, looking at the top of Zhang Shushui's hair, a few white hairs were mixed in it, full of vicissitudes.

Qu Songyin has no grandparents, grandparents, and has not enjoyed such treatment from the older generation, and her heart is sour, and she feels that she is not happy, but also a little moved.

If she was still disgusted with this environment a moment ago, in this era, at this moment, she felt that the rustic atmosphere was coming to her face, making her breathless.

"Silly girl, what's going on?" Zhang Shushui put on her shoes, stood up and looked at her blankly, smiling and brushing her cheek with the back of her hand, "Hungry stupid?"

"Thank you grandma. Qu Songyin smiled at her, and jumped off the kang with her strength, not mentioning that she had just seen her small feet, but now standing beside her, as if she had entered the kingdom of giants.

Qu Songyin chuckled in his heart, this body is amazing, he is five or six years old.

"The milk gave you your favorite wild mushroom stew, and gave you an egg. Eat it. Zhang Shushui heard her say thank you, felt that she had talked a lot more after waking up, smiled from ear to ear, sat down at the table with her, waved her hand at Pan Meijiang, and motioned her to sit on the kang well.

Qu Songyin had never seen the noodles on the table, she had eaten all kinds of noodles, but looking at this yellowed noodles, it couldn't be pasta.

The noodles that are sent to the mouth have a mushroom fragrance and are particularly delicious, but the noodles themselves are a little rough and grainy, and the taste is not good.

Qu Songyin is not a picky person, nor is he a foodie, he is a good boy who has something to eat.

After all, the family spent several years frugally for a down payment on the house. She swallowed the noodles in her mouth hard, buried her head in a mouthful of noodle soup, and finally felt that something in her throat and eyes had gone down.

"Grandma! I'm back. The childish voice sounded outside the house, exuding joy, so that when people heard it, they felt that their hearts were also happy.

The door was pushed open completely, and two children, one older and one younger, entered the room with baskets on their backs.

Qu Songyin turned his head to look over, the eldest child was about seven or eight years old, delicate, but dark-skinned, and those peach blossom eyes could absorb all attention.

With a simple smile on his face, he called people: "Grandma Zhang is good, Aunt Pan is good." Those smiling eyes were rippling and seductive.

Just these eyes made his delicate face more and more attractive.

The youngest child is about three years old, a little thin, with delicate facial features like Zhang Shushui, which is particularly good-looking.

The little face is fair and clean, unlike ordinary children who always have snot, their clothes look old but rinsed clean, wearing open crotch pants, dangling his little baby straight to Qu Songyin.

rushed in front of Qu Songyin like a cannonball, if Zhang Shushui hadn't supported her, the big and the small would have fallen together.

He hugged Qu Songyin's dangling legs on the bench, tilted his head, his watery eyes were full of surprise, and the immature and crisp children's voice kept shouting: "Sister is awake." My sister woke up. ”

This little milk dog-like bark, such a beautiful and good-looking boy, Qu Songyin's heart was crispy, and he looked down at him, eager to pick him up, kiss him, hug him, and lift him high.

"Dog, don't make trouble with your sister, you don't have the strength to wake up. Zhang Shushui seemed to reprimand, but her voice was gentle, and she gently patted the child's little arm.

"My sister woke up. My sister woke up. Qu Chuanwu, who is nicknamed Dog, seemed to have won the whole world, holding Qu Songyin and holding on to it, twisting his little head and calling out to the people in the house one by one.

Whoever meets this little cutie can be melted, Qu Songyin put down his chopsticks and gently touched his little face, "Hmm." ”

He rubbed Qu Songyin's palm, with a look of attachment, and was about to speak, when suddenly his eyes lit up, he looked back at the big boy who was standing quietly by the door, turned his head to look at Qu Songyin, and said in a show-off tone: "Give, give to my sister, hit the rabbit!"

At this moment, Qu Songyin's whole heart softened, and she couldn't think of any damn crossing, this is what her brother should look like in her dreams.