Lin Zeng's question was heard by the parents of other ordinary families, even if they didn't say anything on their faces, they would silently complain in their hearts, my baby's English painting, musical instruments, dancing, skating, and various interest classes were busy, so I had time to come to you to learn to paint, and I don't know the so-called "ghost painting". Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

But Tang Wenjing and his wife, hearing Xiaoyuan's response, were so excited that their eyes turned red and they burst into tears on the spot.

Since the couple learned about the disease "autism", they have hoped countless times in their hearts that as long as the child is like the most ordinary and ordinary child, laughing happily, angry and crying, they will not hesitate to give everything they have.

During this period of time, they almost found out as if in a dream that Madoka, who had not been doing well in treatment, and in this week, the situation could be described as coming in by leaps and bounds.

Although his reaction was still several beats slower than that of ordinary people, he would respond to them with simple words from time to time, which had already made the couple extremely happy.

Hearing that Xiaoyuan was interested in the intricate patterns on the table and was willing to learn from Lin Zeng, Tang Wenjing and his wife were extremely happy.

However, the only thing they were worried about was taking up Lin Zeng's time, and as soon as they wanted to say something, they saw Lin Zeng take out a strangely shaped pen from the table.

The thickness of the pen is similar to that of a pencil, but if you don't look closely, you only feel empty, and when you look closely, you find that there is a particularly slender silver bristle.

Xiao Yuan's eyes widened, and he stared at the tip of the pen in Lin Zeng's hand in a daze.

Lin Zeng put the drawing pen in his hand into the special ink next to him, dipped it gently, and then quickly sketched the pen on the white paper.

Although Tang Wenjing couldn't understand what Lin Zeng was drawing, the smooth lines, white paper and ink blue handwriting were very comfortable to look at.

After three minutes, the pen was lifted and the finish was perfect, and a diamond-shaped pattern, but composed of many star-like patterns of different sizes, was displayed before their eyes.

Just from the structure, it can be clearly seen that the lines and complexity of this pattern are far lower than the one that Lin Zeng originally placed on the dining table.

Tang Wenjing and his wife, who don't know anything about the profession of breeders, can only use the layman's lively mentality to praise from the bottom of their hearts:

"Wow!

"It's amazing to draw such a complex pattern in one go!"

Of course they didn't know it, it was the rune paper of the smelting pattern.

Using this rune paper, there is no need for Lin Zeng to personally paint patterns on the furnace wall, and directly refine various materials.

Nowadays, Lin Zeng refines the seeds of existing varieties, and they all use this kind of rune for refining, otherwise every time he refines, he has to personally draw them on the Ding furnace, which takes too much time.

Madoka looked at it very attentively, and when Lin Zeng stopped writing, he looked up eagerly, undisguised his desire to continue to look at it again.

Lin Zeng handed him the painted smelting pattern, and Xiao Yuan waited for more than ten seconds before slowly raising his hand to take it.

Tang Wenjing held her husband's hand tightly, and tears from the corners of her eyes couldn't help but flow out again.

"This is the full picture. "Lin Zeng was not a very good teacher.

Compared with Mr. Jiang, who is above the professional level, he can't even understand the teaching principles at all.

However, to use a pedagogical truth that is said to be rotten, interest is the best teacher.

Judging from Lin Zeng's observations, Madoka's love for these patterns, the word interest, is not enough to describe his concentration.

As he said in the exchange materials, "They pay very little attention to external objects, and they have no distractions in order to draw runic patterns that are comparable to or even surpass those of breeders." ”

After Lin Zeng handed the complete smelting talisman to Xiao Yuan, he continued to hold the pen and split the complete smelting talisman into ten parts on a thick sheet of A4 paper.

After decomposing and enlarged the smelting pattern, it doesn't look so complicated, even if it is Tang Wenjing and his wife in the clouds, they can also take a glimpse of it.

It's just that it's very difficult for them to draw it meticulously and imitatively.

Lin Zeng handed the stack of smelting pattern templates to Xiaoyuan, then took out a stack of translucent tissue paper from the shelf next to him, and said, "If you like this pattern, cover the paper on it and imitate painting." This is a special pen and ink for drawing, and when you run out, you will come to me to get it. ”

Xiao Yuan looked at the potted plant in his hand, Lin Zeng's voice fell, and after about half a minute, Xiao Yuan nodded and let out a slight "um".

This way of coping is already a great improvement for him.

If it weren't for the communication conveyed by others through the mind dancer, Lin Zeng wouldn't be able to get the slightest reaction from him, even if he said it.

Tang Wenjing and his wife wanted to pay Lin Zeng's teaching fees and material fees, but Lin Zeng politely refused.

Tang Wenjing and Xu Peng had to put their gratitude in their hearts. After a long time of disturbance, they will also take their leave and leave. Xu Pengxiao picked up Xiao Yuan, the little guy was holding things in his left and right hands, Lin Zeng gave him eleven chapters of pattern sketches, Xiao Yuan refused to let his parents help him take it, carefully guarded, unwilling to wrinkle, like a precious treasure.

"Madoka, say goodbye to Uncle Lin!" Tang Wenjing said.

After looking at the bonsai for a while, Madoka raised her eyelids and moved her mouth.

Lin Zeng smiled patiently as he waited for his farewell.

Halfway through, he muttered and said, "Bye-bye!"

"Goodbye, Madoka, when you draw the exact same pattern, and come to me and pass the exam, I can give you a new pattern. Lin Zeng smiled and beckoned to him, and finally said.

Tang Wenjing and his wife took their son home.

The little guy ran directly to the small desk where he was playing, pushed the mineral water bottle and other toys he played with on weekdays to the ground, emptied the table, and then straightened his back, sat at the small round table, took out a exploded drawing of the smelting pattern, supported his chin with his palm, did not move the pen, and stared at the drawing intently.

At this age, it is not a long time for a child to be able to focus on one thing, but Xiaoyuan is in a special situation, when he came back from Lin Zeng's house, he stared at the drawing for a whole hour, without any distraction.

Tang Wenjing and Xu Pengxiao were also not surprised. Repetitive stereotyped movements are a common occurrence in many children with autism.

In this way, for a whole week, in addition to going to the rehabilitation center with her mother, as soon as she returned home, she took this pattern to look at it. Sometimes at the desk, sometimes on the sofa, sometimes in the bed, sometimes squatting in the corner of the balcony.

Despite the little one's carefulness, the paper was crumpled.

Although he didn't quite understand why Xiaoyuan didn't use his pen, Tang Wenjing didn't bother him rashly, but quietly observed his son's movements while doing housework.

Until one day, Tang Wenjing entered the house after drying his clothes from the balcony, and saw Xiao Yuan sitting at his small desk, holding a strange drawing pen given to him by Lin Zeng.

Tang Wenjing stood silently aside, watching the inky blue lines continue to extend under the brushstrokes, and the patterns that had appeared, in her opinion, seemed to be exactly the same as the demonstration example that Lin Zeng gave to Xiaoyuan.

However, Lin Zeng used to draw such a exploded picture, and Tang Wenjing saw at the time that it only took less than a minute, but for Xiaoyuan, it took half an hour to draw.

When he finished painting and put down the pen, Tang Wenjing looked at the pattern that seemed to be copied directly, and couldn't help but applaud.

"Xiaoyuan, your painting is really good, and it is exactly the same as Uncle Lin's drawing. ”

Tang Wenjing praised her son very contentedly.

The boy did not raise his eyes, but looked at the green potted plants placed in the corner of the table. The potted plant has been growing for more than a week, the main branch is straight, surrounded by slender and beautiful thin leaves, thin leaves, slightly swinging, and at the petiole of each thin leaf, there are two round leaves the size of soybeans, as people around them talk, swaying up and down, opening and closing, passing the collected information to the boy.

Tang Wenjing didn't think this scene was abnormal.

Lin Zeng told her that this was a potted plant of dancing grass, so it was not strange to move the leaves.

"Not good!"

The boy said suddenly.

In the past week, Madoka has been talking more frequently and more often.

Even the therapists at the rehabilitation center were amazed.

Tang Wenjing stays with her son on weekdays, no longer talking to herself, although the waiting time is very long, she can get one or two answers from him from time to time.

"Mom thinks it's very good!" Tang Wenjing said sincerely, for the first time her son was able to draw this complex pattern to this level, she felt very proud.

"Not good!" said loudly as his index finger poked at the paper.

He didn't seem to hear Tang Wenjing's praise, and his expression kept pointing at the paper angrily.

"Not good!"

"Not good!"

He pointed out dozens of bad places in a row, but Tang Wenjing confirmed that he had observed it very carefully for a long time, and he didn't find any differences between his son's painting and Lin Zeng's template.

"Since you don't think it's good, then you can draw a few more pictures and practice until they are exactly the same as Uncle Lin's paintings. Tang Wenjing could only persuade her angry son like this.

After being silent for half a minute, Madoka understood the meaning of her mother's words, nodded slightly, sat down, picked up the pen and ink, and continued to draw.

Tang Wenjing smiled, quietly picked up the work that was discarded by her son, looked at it for a long time, and collected it in the album of her and Xu Pengxiao's wedding photos.

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Lin Zeng didn't know how far this autistic child could go on the road of painter.

However, compared to other children with autism, Madoka is very lucky to be able to understand the meaning of others with the help of mind dancers.

As the mind dancer and Madoka grow together, their wisdom will continue to improve, and the boy's communication with others will become smoother and more natural.

After Lin Zeng handed over the drawing tools to Madoka, he was looking forward to his first work.

The Mind Dancer planted by Lin Zeng himself grew much faster than the boy's because of the daily watering of the fertilized water micronutrino solution. When it reaches about 30 centimeters, it stops growing in height and has more and more branches and leaves.

Lin Zeng pruned it from time to time, and after getting along for a long time, he could still sense its emotions.

If you want to soak up the sun, move to the balcony.

Some are thirsty, water it.

Decoration next door, too noisy......

Well, he can't help it.

Unlike Madoka, who suffers from autism, Lin Zeng's communication with this mind dancer is not like a close partner. Probably because he rarely focuses on it.

Cutting a few of the leaves of the Mind Dancer, the little one seemed not very happy, and it shook the small round leaves, revealing a crisp fruit with a long flat shape.

Hey?

Fruit?

Lin Zeng knew that the special plants cultivated by breeders, even if they bear fruit, are not used for breeding, but usually have their specific functions.

I wonder what the fruit of the mind dancer will do?

Just as Lin Zeng was about to enter the breeding space and exchange the details of the Mind Dancer, his mobile phone rang.

He gave up on this plan for the time being and answered the phone.

The call came from Jing and brought him good news.

"Lin Zeng, the giant pitcher plant in the mountains you are looking for has already found a plant. ”

Different people have different doorways.

"Great. Lin Zeng was thinking that if he really couldn't find this kind of plant that grew abroad, he could only choose other varieties as the core plant of the first plant recycling station, hearing Yu Jing's good news, Lin Zeng said happily.

"Well, it's not me who found it, it's some other person, if you don't mind, he'll send you over now, and have something to talk to you. Yu Jing seemed to be a little noisy on the other end of the phone, and she told Lin Zeng as loudly as she could.

"Which kind of person?" Lin Zeng knew in his heart, probably talking about the problem of breathing bubbles.

"The people of the Northern Military Department and the General Fire Department. ”

"Okay, you can get them to go straight to my accommodation. Lin Zeng thought of the cooperation between Qinghe City and the Southeast Military Department, everything was quite pleasant, I don't know how the forces of the Northern Military Department, which also belong to the military, feel like contact.

About half an hour after hanging up Yu Jing's phone, there was a rhythmic knock on the door, and Lin Zeng opened the door.

Straight outside the door stood two soldiers in regular clothes and military hats.

"Hello, Mr. Lin. ”

Older one, politely greeting.

"Please come in. ”

Lin Zeng turned sideways and let them in.

Another young soldier, who looked to be only in his early twenties and had a very tender face, carried a huge box in his hand, and finally walked into Lin Zeng's residence, and after putting the box down, he did not stay in the house, but turned around and closed the door, leaving space for Lin Zeng and another soldier.

"I don't know what to call it?" Lin Zeng didn't ask much, invited the soldier with a national character face to sit down on the sofa, and then asked politely.

"My surname is Lei, Lei Hai, you can just call me Lei Hai. The soldier in his thirties, took off his military hat, sat on the soft sofa, and his posture was still upright, he pointed to the big box, and said, "I happened to hear the reporter mention that day, Mr. Lin is looking for this plant, because it is rare in China, I happen to have some connections in the Philippines, and I directly asked someone to send me a few trees, a small greeting gift, not a tribute." ”

"Thank you very much. "Before we talk about anything, I will give him a gift first, which makes Lin Zeng a little embarrassed.

"You're welcome, Mr. Lin, my purpose here is very direct, that is, I hope to obtain a large number of breathing bubble seeds. Lei Hai was polite, but he didn't beat around the bush when he spoke, he was very direct, and he didn't make his request annoying.

"If you buy seeds from me, the price will be the same as Yu Jing. Lin Zeng took out the kettle and took out a plastic jar from the shelf, the plant leaves in the plastic jar looked slightly black and inconspicuous.

The tea boiled, and a cool aroma filled the room.

The young soldier standing guard at the door of his residence sniffed and felt that the fragrance had penetrated his lungs.

Lin Zeng's answer was expected by Lei Hai, but his purpose was not limited to that.

"The first batch of 1,000 breathing bubble plant seeds, the second batch of 3,000. ”