Fu Chaochao and Bo Jingshen lightly entered a special building, the whole building was for special children.

There are many classrooms, most of them are relatively empty, and there are no equipment, just ordinary classrooms.

After walking through several rooms, I saw several children in a classroom.

A little boy who was missing an arm practiced calligraphy with his other hand, looking attentive and serious, and a teacher sat next to him, teaching him stroke by stroke.

There were also two children playing with toys, one with one eye closed, and the other with a slight limp walking.

Finally, in the corner sat a girl who looked smaller than the other children, and she was concentrating on building blocks and immersing herself in her own world.

The two children who were playing with the toys also wanted to play with the blocks, so they went over to play with the little girl, and they knocked down the blocks that the girl had built in three or two.

The little girl stared at the blocks for a moment, and after a few minutes, she burst into tears without warning.

While crying, he also threw blocks indiscriminately!

The other two little boys who were playing with the blocks seemed to be frightened and couldn't help crying.

The shrill cries and the sound of blocks slamming against the floor threw the entire classroom into chaos.

A teacher obviously can't cope with the current situation, but fortunately, the children who learn to write are older and calmer than other children, and they don't cry and make trouble.

He just looked up indifferently at the crying children, and continued to lower his head to write.

The teachers were busy coaxing the three crying children, and the dean, who was watching from the outside, also went in to coax and separate the three children.

The other two boys gave them something else to distract themselves and were quickly coaxed.

Only that little girl cried and screamed for a long time, but she didn't listen to any persuasion, crying so much that her voice was hoarse, and Fu Chaochao was pinched when she saw it.

The child, who has autism (autism).

Bo Jingshen gently hugged Fu Chaochao, "It's going to get better." ”

Fu Chaochao's eyes were slightly red, she relaxed, her head fell on his shoulder, and she closed her eyes.

It turned out that it was so reassuring to have someone by your side all the time.

The fears and anxieties of the past seemed to be fleeting, and they only stayed in her world for a short time, and then they disappeared.

"When I see them, I think of my parents, and when I was a kid living with my grandmother. I'm much luckier than them, at least I have a grandmother. ”

Fu Chaochao said softly: "If it weren't for grandma, I might have appeared here." ”

Waiting to be adopted, wrapped up in a life of no fixed home, every week she can see different strangers smiling at her.

There were more people laughing, and those smiles seemed to become worthless.

Bo Jingshen wrapped his arms around her shoulders and said softly, "You're not alone. ”

Fu Chaochao didn't speak, but just rubbed his head imperceptibly against Bo Jingshen's shoulder.

As volunteers, I played with the children for a while, and they personally distributed small snacks such as milk chips and candies to each child, and each child was evenly distributed.

There was still a lot left, but it was not enough to give the children a share, so a small competition was made, and whoever was willing to sing or dance boldly could get a share of candy.

The children were timid at first, because they were not familiar with their big brothers and sisters, but after playing for a long time, the children gradually let go of their inhibitions and actively participated in the activities.

Fu Chaochao took advantage of this and found the dean and talked about his thoughts.