Tang Wenjing hugged her son Xiaoyuan, smiled and said goodbye to her husband. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

After she resigned and went home to take care of her son, Xu Pengxiao, who was engaged in mobile phone engineering, became the only source of income for the family.

Xu Pengxiao carried his computer bag, exaggeratedly cocked his mouth, and kissed his expressionless son, but unfortunately the little guy didn't give him any face, his little head was set aside, and his eyes looked away coldly.

The two couples were accustomed to their son's indifferent attitude, Xu Pengxiao didn't care, but turned his head to his wife and kissed her on the cheek.

"Jingjing, you still have to take the baby to the treatment center today, it's hard work, don't rush back to cook at night, let's order takeout." The son's accident did not affect the relationship between the two couples.

"Got it, don't always bring work back to work overtime, remember to take more breaks at noon. Tang Wenjing raised a hand, straightened her husband's collar, and watched him leave by elevator.

At 8:30, Tang Wenjing hugged Xiaoyuan and prepared to take the subway to the Star Therapy Center.

It is a treatment facility dedicated to children with autism and has many specialized doctors.

As she walked down the elevator to the main entrance of the community, a voice called out to her.

"Madoka's mother. The peaceful male voice was a little familiar, Tang Wenjing turned her head in a voice, and when she saw the young man who helped her last night, she smiled back, but she was also confused in her heart, and she didn't know what the young man was calling her for.

"I saw yesterday that your child seems to like dancing grass, and I have a special dancing grass here for him to plant. The young man in a crisp navy blue long-sleeved T-shirt handed her a small shopping bag and said with a smile.

"Ah, how embarrassing is this?" Tang Wenjing hurriedly waved his hand, embarrassed to accept other people's things at will.

"A small plant, I hope to make Madoka happier. Lin Zeng leaned over slightly, looked at the little boy who seemed to be out of the world, and sincerely blessed him.

"That, thank you. Tang Wenjing no longer refused the kindness of this young man, "I am Tang Wenjing from Building 5, may I ask your surname?"

"Your surname is Lin, Zengzi's Zeng, I also live in Building 5, the sixth floor. Lin Zeng briefly introduced himself. He thought that if there were no accidents in the future, he should have some contact with the parents of this little boy.

Tang Wenjing originally wanted to say something more, but before she could speak, she suddenly found that she didn't have enough time, and if she said a few more words, she was afraid that she would be late if she went to the treatment center, so she hurriedly apologized and said: "Thank you, I will be late for taking Xiaoyuan to the treatment center, thank you for the gift to him." Madoka, thank you, uncle. ”

Not surprisingly, the little boy lowered his head and looked at the orange shopping bag carefully, completely unresponsive to his mother's words.

After Lin Zeng sent the potted plant of this dancing grass out, he collected a large bag of poplar catkins from the roadside of the community, and under the surprised eyes of the community sweeping aunt, he went to a small food shop outside the community, packed a few sesame baked cakes and three bowls of salty and spicy tofu brain, as well as three crispy fritters that had just come out of the oil pot, and walked towards the location of the Wuzhen Song Courtyard.

The cultivation of the Mind Dancer Seed and the Painter was just a temporary episode of yesterday's accident.

Overall, his current research center is still on a plant recycling station.

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At six o'clock in the afternoon, Tang Wenjing took Xiaoyuan and walked out of the treatment center.

The treatment of children with autism needs to be slow and patient, and through education and training, their positive behaviors should be strengthened and their negative behaviors should be suppressed. From three to six years old, it is the best period for children to train, so after Tang Wenjing resigned, she has been on the way to the treatment center.

Holding Xiaoyuan's soft hand, Tang Wenjing handed him a carton of milk.

But the little guy didn't seem to have any interest in the dairy products in his mother's hand, and he walked without looking at the road while holding the small potted plant planted in an ordinary plastic pot in one hand.

"Madoka, do you like the dancing grass your uncle gave you so much?" Tang Wenjing looked down at his son, looking at his focused expression, and smiled. However, she is used to talking without a child's response, in a state of talking to herself.

But Madoka's next reaction made her stand on the spot, as if she had been struck by lightning.

She suddenly saw her son's head turn slightly, his dark eyes staring into her eyes, pausing for a few seconds, then turning his head back to concentrate on the tender green shoots on the soft soil.

is just an ordinary look back that can no longer be ordinary, Tang Wenjing feels that she has experienced the best moment in her life.

She squatted down, tears in her eyes, as if crying and laughing, looking at Madoka's immature face that was alienated from the world.

Her first thought was that the healing effect of the treatment center had a good result.

This discovery made her heart overflow with joy, and she decided to go home to share this happiness with her husband Xu Pengxiao.

Brother Dong of the Wonderful Group said that there are many, many bitter people, as long as there is a trace of sweetness, they are known to be enough.

Tang Wenjing, who walked to the subway station with her son, didn't notice that her son, who was staring at the little potted plant for a moment, would gently raise his eyelids from time to time, and secretly glance at her face when she wasn't paying attention.

After returning home, Tang Wenjing began to make dinner, Xiaoyuan had lost interest in the mineral water bottle that she had played with all night yesterday, and she held the small potted plant of dancing grass and refused to let go.

At half past eight in the evening, Xiaoyuan had dinner in advance, and before Xu Pengxiao came back, he had already seen the WeChat sent to him by his wife.

He pushed open the door with a smile on his face, put his arms around his wife despite his exhaustion, and then crouched down next to his son, looked him in the eye, and greeted him earnestly.

"Xiaoyuan baby, dad is off work, are you happy today? I heard my mother say that Xiaoyuan is doing very well today, and dad loves you!" The one-meter-eighty-three northern man is not inferior to a little girl at all when he speaks sweet and greasy love language.

Although he doesn't spend much time with his children during the day, he always throws away his mobile phone and devotes himself to getting along with his wife and children every day when he gets home, and only then does he start working overtime until they fall asleep.

However, even the most attentive adult will not notice that the little seedling with only two round leaves in the little one's hand trembled slightly at a special frequency.

However, this imperceptible movement did not escape the observation of the boy who was staring at it with extreme concentration.

"Let's eat first!" Tang Wenjing was in a good mood today, and brought the heated meal to the table.

The couple were about to move their chopsticks, when suddenly a low, almost inaudible voice came from the sofa in the living room.

"Eat, Dad, Mommy. ”

Xu Pengxiao's hand holding chopsticks and rice bowl froze in mid-air.

Tang Wenjing's face turned around, and the tomatoes on the chopsticks fell on the table.

The two of them were stunned for a while, and then slowly came back to their senses.

"Husband, I didn't have auditory hallucinations just now, did I?" Tang Wenjing pinched Xu Pengxiao's thigh fiercely, telling herself that she was not dreaming, and her son actually took the initiative to talk to them.

"Whew~" Xu Pengxiao howled miserably, and then suddenly jumped up, like a happy child, and shouted excitedly, "Wife, we didn't dream, really, really! Xiaoyuan really took the initiative to talk to us!"

The little seedlings in the potted plant, which seemed to have grown up, continued to vibrate at a frequency invisible to the naked eye, as if a special translator conveyed the joy of his parents to the child.

"Hehe~~" He let out his first laugh in his life.