When Shen Jiu went downstairs, Mrs. Song had already finished talking to Mr. Song.

She stood up and was about to go upstairs, when she suddenly saw Shen Jiu coming down, bent her eyebrows, and asked softly, "Ah Jiu?" ”

She frowned again as she spoke, thinking that Shen Jiu and Song Qing'an were tired of being together, and was about to speak, when she suddenly paused, her eyes widened slightly, and her voice stammered suddenly: "Little, Xiao An?" ”

Shen Jiu was stunned for a moment, then she turned her head suddenly, and at a glance she saw Song Qing'an, who was quietly and obediently following behind her.

"Xiao An?" She turned around and tentatively stretched out her hand towards Song Qing'an: "Do you want to go downstairs with me?" ”

Song Qing'an didn't seem to see her outstretched hand at all, and he didn't move.

Shen Jiu was not angry, smiled at him, and said softly: "It's okay, if you don't hold my hand, then you follow me." ”

She turned and walked downstairs, took two steps and looked back.

Song Qingan stood in place and did not move.

Shen Jiu didn't understand what autistic patients thought, she tilted her head and thought for a moment, in order to create an attitude of "she cares about Song Qing'an very much" for Mrs. Song, she turned her head to take Song Qing'an's hand.

She was ready to be thrown off by Song Qing'an, but she took him up and led him up several flights of stairs without feeling the slightest struggle.

She smoothly took Song Qingan's hand and led him downstairs.

Mrs. Song's eyes were already red, and she reached out to touch Song Qing'an's head, but Song Qing'an was touched by her, and seemed to react slowly, and then took two steps back with some resistance, and stood behind Shen Jiu.

The hand did not let go.

Mrs. Song was stunned by Song Qing'an's series of reactions.

She looked at Song Qing'an blankly for a while, lowered her eyebrows in disappointment, and then quickly raised a smile and looked at Shen Jiu: "Xiao An seems to like you very much." ”

Shen Jiu raised his head, his eyes widened, staring at Mrs. Song brightly, his cheeks flushed, his lips slightly opened, and he looked very excited to be praised: "Really? ”

She turned her head to look at Song Qing'an, and then found that Song Qing'an was a head shorter than herself, so she squatted down, tilted her head, and looked at him: "Eh, Xiao An, do you really like me?" ”

Song Qingan was indifferent.

Mrs. Song smiled: "Xiao An is shy." ”

She took Shen Jiu's other hand and asked her gently, "Ah Jiu is seven years old, right?" ”

Shen Jiu nodded heavily.

"Then it's time for Ah Jiu to go to school, Auntie arranged a school for Ah Jiu, is Ah Jiu willing to go?"

Shen Jiu continued to nod.

Mrs. Song continued to coax her: "Xiao An is not old enough to go to school, but he likes to go to school very much, can you tell Xiao An about your school experience when you come back from school?" ”

In the treatment of autism, language communication therapy is very important.

Shen Jiu nodded heavily, and said sweetly to Mrs. Song, "Okay." She looked very excited, let go of the hand holding Song Qing'an, and raised it: "I can still teach Xiao An a lesson!" ”

Mrs. Song paused slightly, then touched her head: "Good boy." ”

Shen Jiu was about to nod, but suddenly felt that the hem of her clothes was being ripped off, she turned her head a little dazedly, and suddenly caught Song Qing'an's retracted hand.

She sneered in her heart, but pretended not to see it, turned her head and continued to say to Mrs. Song, "Thank you, Auntie." ”