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used to hold his little hand and visit famous doctors, but now he is already a head taller than himself.

Kong Wenli took Kong Yang's hand, cautiously sat on the bus, found a seat in the back row, and looked at his son's blank expression, feeling uncontrollable melancholy.

If the child is healthy, it is time to enter college like his peers and be generous and youthful.

Getting along with his son, Kong Wenli has been accustomed to talking to himself for twenty years, and occasionally his son will respond with uh-huh, which is enough to make him happy all day.

"Xiaoyang, do you remember this street?" Kong Wenli pointed to the street scene speeding by outside the car window, "Dad took you here to play before, and there are many balloons here." And your favorite sugar gourd skewers. ”

Kong Yang also stared out the window, and there was no response to the flat plate's expression.

One by one, the bus stops drove by, and when they finally arrived at their destination, when Kong Wenli got off the bus, his attention was completely focused on Kong Yang.

took their son out, and the couple were very afraid that one of them would not pay attention and lose Kong Yang.

In Kong Yang's state, it is very dangerous to be alone in an unfamiliar environment.

After getting off the bus, Kong Wenli checked the address sent to him by Xu Pengxiao on his mobile phone again, and after confirming it, he led Kong Yang to the direction of the address.

He was afraid of being late, so when he saw the location on the door number, it was nearly an hour before the agreed time.

The symmetrical classical wooden door with red lacquer is closed, a typical Beijing-style courtyard house, and the walls are surrounded by new delicate glazed tiles, indicating that it has just been meticulously renovated.

In front of the door is a quiet old alley with not many pedestrians.

Kong Wenli is reminded of his childhood memories, that is, forty years ago, he and his companions ran and frolicked in the alleys of all sizes, worry-free and worry-free, it was really happy.

Kong Wenli was immersed in the memories of the past, and it was not until a voice pulled Kong Wenli back to reality that he suddenly came back to his senses.

"This uncle, are you Mr. Kong, Xu Pengxiao's friend?"

He looked up and saw a young man with good features and comfortable eyebrows, smiling and standing in front of the steps where he was sitting, bending down to ask.

"Yes, yes, it's me, Mr. Lin, don't call me Mr. Kong, you can just call me Lao Kong, I feel comfortable when I hear it. Kong Wenli hurriedly got up, his face was a little impressive, he answered, and then habitually looked at his son who was squatting on the stone steps and playing with the Rubik's Cube.

Kong Yang was immersed in the world of the cube turning. Kong Wenli took him up.

"Okay, come in. Lin Zeng took out the key, opened the small door on the side, and let Kong Wenli and his son enter.

The layout of the courtyard is elegant, far from the messy courtyard in Kong Wenli's memory, and every place is exquisitely designed, not half perfunctory.

Kong Wenli estimated in his heart that the price of such a set of courtyard houses in Beijing City is estimated to be sky-high.

Could it be that this young man is the owner of this house?

"Lao Kong, you wait here, I'll go to the house to get something. Lin Zeng took Kong Wenli and Kong Yang to the courtyard reception room, walked to the refrigerator in the kitchen, took two cans of ready-made green tea drinks, handed them to them, and then walked into the inner courtyard.

In the inner courtyard, more than a dozen soul dancers have reached waist height, swinging green leaves in the flower bed, dancing in the wind, after Lin Zeng walked into the inner courtyard, he could clearly feel that the movement of these soul dancers was greater, and the "rustling" sound of the blades rubbing against each other had a pleasant rhythm.

Lin Zeng took out a Mind Dancer seed and a stack of smelting pattern explodes with complex patterns from the breeding space. He planted the seeds of the Mind Dancer in an ordinary plastic flower pot that Qinghe Secret Realm No. 2 had taken out.

This is for the mind dancer of the young man with autism.

Lin Zeng had no intention of making a profit from this.

Returning to the living room, Lin Zeng handed the potted plant, which seemed to have only soil, to Kong Yang.

Yes, he didn't hand it to Kong Wenli.

Although Kong Wenli subconsciously stretched out his hand to take over the potted plant, Lin Zeng waved his hand and refused. Kong Wenli saw Lin Zeng put this ordinary small plastic flower pot in front of Kong Yang, and Kong Yang, as Kong Wenli expected, did not have a little afterglow from the corner of his eyes, as if everything around him did not exist, and he ignored Lin Zeng who was standing in front of him.

Kong Wenli was a little anxious, for fear that Lin Zeng would not know about Kong Yang's situation.

In fact, he asked Xu Pengxiao for help, and went to Lin Zeng to find help, but he didn't have a deep hope, at best, he just saw a path and tried to take it.

And on the road where he took Kong Yang to seek medical treatment and recovery, he walked into countless dead ends, and vaguely deep in his heart, he had already accepted his fate.

When he saw Lin Zeng's actions, he was inevitably puzzled.

This key person who made Xu Pengxiao's child Xiaoyuan's condition improve significantly, doesn't he know anything about the condition of autistic patients?

Otherwise, why don't you behave like a professional who communicates with an autistic person?

He guessed correctly.

Lin Zeng's understanding of autism is only limited to online encyclopedias.

He's not a rehab at all.

His role is minimal.

What can really help Kong Yang is the soul dancer in his hand.

Turning a blind eye to Kong Yang, Lin Zeng did not lose patience. He didn't give up at all, and the soul dancer's potted plants didn't leave Kong Yang for an inch.

The long five minutes that made Kong Wenli anxious and unbearable passed.

It wasn't until Kong Yang, who was immersed in the seventh-order Rubik's Cube world, suddenly raised his head, and his sloppy eyes seemed to have more focus.

"This is your companion, it's called the Mind Dancer, and it will accompany you and help you understand what we are saying. Lin Zeng paused word by word, staring into Kong Yang's eyes. The big boy's eyes were dark, but they felt empty and unfounded. The void flutters over the foreign objects, without a trace of waves.

Although he was surprised by Kong Yang's sudden head-up, Kong Wenli didn't think that Lin Zeng's words would make Kong Yang react at all.

Kong Yang's autism is very serious, and it has worsened because of the delay in treatment. Not to mention a stranger like Lin Zeng, it is Kong Wenli and his wife, and the number of times they can get a response from him on weekdays is very few.

Unlike Kong Wenli, who was full of doubts, Lin Zeng looked at Kong Yang with trust.

He waited until he put the restored Rubik's Cube back in his pocket, and then reached out to take the Mind Dancer's planter.

Kong Wenli was stunned by Kong Yang's movements, his face was full of incredulity, and he looked at Kong Yang with surprise.

He seemed to see this road that he had found by accident and thought was a dead end, constantly extending, leading to a place of hope, and the road was full of sunshine.

He attributed Kong Yang's active reaction to Lin Zeng's ability.

But Lin Zeng knew in his heart that this was actually a soul dancer seed refined with mutated wisdom patterns, and there was an extremely subtle mutual induction between Kong Yang, an autistic patient.

If you don't have this pot of soul dancers in your hands, I'm afraid that I will let myself call for a thousand calls and have little effect.

Kong Yang, who was slightly taller than Lin Zeng, held this potted plant that was very small for him with both hands, and made a five-year-old Xiaoyuan-like movement.

He held the small brick-red plastic basin in his arms, and the movement was like a child's favorite plush animal in his arms.

However, this flower pot, which is just enough for a small round hug, is too small for Kong Yang, who is already an adult. Kong Yang is tall and strong, and in such a package, it looks a little obviously incongruous.

"Well, when the Mind Dancer grows to ten centimeters, you can change it to a pot to adapt to Kong Yang's height. Lin Zeng saw the image of this young man, and he looked a little funny, so he could only turn his head and tell Kong Wenli.

"Okay, okay, I'll definitely change, thank you Teacher Lin, thank you Teacher Lin Thank you so much!" Kong Wenli was so excited that he spoke incoherently. Because when Xu Pengxiao introduced him, he always called Lin Zeng Teacher Lin, and Kong Wenli also followed him to call Lin Zeng.

Since Kong Yang was born twenty-one years ago, Kong Wenli has not seen him interested in anything other than the Rubik's Cube.

At this time, when I saw Kong Yang holding this pot of plants called "Soul Dancer" like a baby, I was so happy that tears rushed out of the corners of my eyes.

"Old Kong, there is one thing I need to discuss with you about Kong Yang. Lin Zeng beckoned Lao Kong to sit down, ready to talk to him about another thing.

Kong Wenli saw Lin Zeng's solemn expression, and his heart couldn't help but rise.

"Look at these patterns. Lin Zeng placed the twelve exploded drawings of the smelting pattern on the table and pushed them in front of Kong Wenli.

Without waiting for Kong Wenli to ask suspiciously, Kong Yang, who was standing aside and holding the Soul Dancer, directly reached out and took most of the exploded drawings on the table.

His action instantly interrupted Kong Wenli's question, looked at his son in a daze, holding potted plants, holding those complex paintings that he couldn't understand, ran to the corner of the living room and squatted, facing the wall, with his back to them, looking down and staring intently at the drawings in his hand.