The phone rang many times but no one answered it, and after several calls it turned off directly. The fat on An Guoren's face twisted for an instant, and he forced out a smile and said, "This kid, tell him not to forget to charge the phone in the morning, but he just won't listen. Look, the phone is automatically shutting down now, and I can't get in touch." Finally, he told An Minghuai, "Go get your brother back."
"Dad, I stay at home every day to do my summer homework, how do I know where he is?" An Minghuai frowned and refused.
Lei Ting glanced at his watch and said warmly, "Forget it, anyway, he will definitely be back before 6:30. We can wait slowly."
An Guoren nodded with a smile, "Yes, this child has a fixed schedule every day, and he will definitely come back at mealtime. How does the lieutenant general know his habit?"
"Patients with autism are used to living in a fixed track, and they will feel uneasy if they get out of the track. My son is also like this." Lei Ting didn't answer directly. After all, investigating others is not a good thing.
An Guoren felt that he had found a very good topic, and began to exchange parenting experience with Lei Ting. His narration is full of all kinds of sadness, heartache, and surprises, and he portrays himself as a hard-working, conscientious and loving father who spent a lot of effort to cure his son's autism. But Lei Ting had investigated An Jia a long time ago, and seeing his hypocrisy, he felt extremely disgusted.
"Can I visit Han Zhuoyu's room?" He interrupted An Guoren's words in a deep voice.
Xiaotuanzi sat at an arm's length away from him, staring at the gate eagerly.
"Of course, I'll take you there." An Guoren immediately stood up and stretched out his hand to lead the way.
"Xiaochen, do you want to see where your elder brother Yu lives?" Lei Ting bent down and asked in as gentle a tone as possible. Due to performing tasks outside the home all year round, he spends little time with his son. Unexpectedly, his ex-wife was even more irresponsible than him, and the child was thrown to the nanny as soon as it was born. When it was discovered that something was wrong with his son, it was irreparable, and his son never got close to him, and rarely responded to his words. He was heartbroken but he also knew that this illness should not be urgent, as long as he didn't give up, in ten, twenty, thirty, or even a lifetime, he would always be able to pull his son out of the lonely desert. Isn't Han Jiamei successful
With the example of Han Zhuoyu, he is full of hope for his son's future. And he found that although Han Zhuoyu and his son rarely communicated verbally, they could clearly understand his son's thoughts. Maybe this is the unique telepathy between autistic patients? Therefore, he wanted his son to have more contact with Han Zhuoyu.
The expressionless Xiaotuanzi finally reacted, slowly slipped off the sofa, looked up at his father with expectant eyes.
It was the first time that my own question could get a response from my son. Lei Ting suppressed the excitement in his heart, and said to An Guoren, "Let's go up and have a look."
Lei Lizhen and An Minghuai followed behind the beaming An Guoren with stiff faces.
The teenager's room was very tidy, with snow-white walls, sky-blue tulle curtains, blue and white furniture and appliances, and bright sunlight shining in, giving people a particularly refreshing and spacious feeling.
"He likes white and blue?" Lei Ting looked at An Guoren.
"Yes, he only loves these two colors." An Guoren replied with a guilty conscience, his son's room was not like this before, it only had simple decoration and furnishings, as long as it didn't look shabby. Now this refreshing appearance is arranged by the son bit by bit according to his own preferences, and he, the father, has never noticed it. Of course, he also knew that Lei Lizhen definitely didn't have such kindness.
Xiaotuanzi ran into the room first, stood on tiptoe and tried hard to take down a photo frame on the desk. It was a group photo of the boy and his dead mother. He turned sideways, and Mu Ru's eyes stayed on his mother's smiling face. Behind the two of them was a wall covered with vines, with little pink flowers blooming, and the picture was warm. moving.
Lei Ting walked over, stared at the photo for a while, and stuffed it into his son's hand.
Xiaotuanzi hurriedly hugged him tightly, and kept rubbing his fingers against the boy's face.
Lei Ting endured his soreness, and went to the bedside to check the neatly folded, boxy quilt. He also saw the same neatly folded quilt in that interview video. At that time, he thought it was prepared by the TV station for a show, but he didn't expect it to be a good habit developed by the teenager himself.
His evaluation of the boy was raised again, and he walked towards the bookcase opposite the bed. The blue and white bookcases are filled to the brim, history, politics, humanities, geography... There are quite a variety of types, and there are traces of flipping through them.
Lei Ting nodded secretly, and pushed open the bathroom door. The inside was also meticulous and clean, and all kinds of toiletries were arranged in an orderly manner according to their size. It was not at all the room of a boy in the turmoil of his youth, but that of a well-trained soldier. What Lei Ting admired the most was this kind of strict and self-disciplined person, not to mention that the other party suffered from autism like his son.
Before he knew it, his stern face softened completely.
Seeing that Lei Ting seemed to be particularly fond of his son, An Guoren's heart trembled with excitement. He wanted to follow behind and explain a few words, but when he met the other party's dark eyes that implied majesty, he wisely chose to keep quiet.
"If Xiaochen grows up to be half of Han Zhuoyu in the future, I will feel at ease." After looking at the room, Lei Ting sighed from the bottom of his heart.
"Where, where, you are too much..." An Guoren was humble on the face, but felt very proud in his heart. If he had known that his son was so good, he shouldn't have let Han Jiamei take his son away in the first place, and now the relationship between father and son has faded.
Outside the government compound, the guard saw a military-branded SUV approaching, not only did not step forward to ask, but directly raised the landing gear. Seeing this, the driver smiled and said, "Which district does the handsome guy live in? I might as well take you home." After saying that, he glanced at the young man several times, always making him look more and more familiar.
Han Zhuoyu tugged at the hem of his dirty clothes uncomfortably, nodded and said, "Building 2, District D, thank you."
Hey, what a coincidence! The house Lieutenant General Lei visited is also in Building 2, Block D. The driver glanced at the boy again, and slammed the steering wheel, "I remember, you are Han Zhuoyu, right? I've seen you on TV, no wonder I always thought you looked familiar!" Fate! I thought the mission was a waste of time, but I didn't expect to go around and ask him to send back the master who the lieutenant general is going to visit. This kid is so enthusiastic, so enthusiastic! Sure enough, he is a good son of the nation!
Han Zhuoyu nodded and glanced at the driver in doubt, not understanding why the other party sent another 5 thank you points. It seems like I didn't do anything, right
As long as you think of the host with gratitude, the host can receive the other party's gratitude. The positive energy of soldiers is indeed more abundant than that of ordinary people! 9527 feels that he is getting more and more experienced in picking recipients.
The car was parked steadily in the parking lot of Zone D, and the driver who brought Lei Ting and his son was very surprised to see the expressions of his comrades. After the car is repaired, I will go back. What do you want to catch up with in a hurry? Thigh hug
"I ran into Han Zhuoyu on the way, and he helped me fix the car. Look at the dirt, I have to go in and explain to the lieutenant general." The driver explained to his comrades and helped the boy unload the bicycle.
Settling down, Lei Ting continued to sit in the living room and wait after visiting Han Zhuoyu's room, patiently coping with An Guoren's various flattery and inquiries. Holding the photo frame, Xiaotuanzi looked anxiously at the door and photos from time to time.
"Don't worry, your brother Yu will be back soon." Lei Ting comforted in a low voice.
As soon as he finished speaking, the door was pushed open, and a boy dressed in black and smudged walked in with a basketball in his arms.
"You, how did your child become like this?" An Guoren asked dumbfounded, then glanced nervously at Lei Ting. Usually he was neat and tidy, but today he came back in a mess, what a critical moment!
Before Han Zhuoyu could react, he saw a small dumpling running towards him, holding a photo frame in his arms. At the same time, two system notifications sounded in succession, Ding ~ I received 10 thank you points from Lei Chen! Ding~ I received 10 thank you points from Thunderbolt!
Dazheng and Xiaozheng are finally in sync! 9527 is very relieved.
Does just seeing yourself spark gratitude? I have to say that this meeting ceremony made Han Zhuoyu feel happy, which proved that everything he did was meaningful and not in vain. He quickly stretched out his hand, pressed Xiaotuanzi's forehead with his fingertips, and said three words coldly, "Don't hug, dirty."
Xiaotuanzi stood obediently, raised his head, and looked at his big brother eagerly, like a puppy that has finally found its owner after wandering for several days.
Seeing his son who reacted so fiercely, Lei Ting's mood was very complicated, he didn't know whether he was more happy or more sour. But no matter what, as long as his son likes it, he will try his best to keep the boy by his side. Anjia is not a place to stay for a long time, and Lei Lizhen's tricks behind her back can't be hidden from his eyes.
"Brother, did you fight Shi Lei again?" An Minghuai asked pretending to be concerned.
Lei Ting glanced at him and shook his head secretly. This half-brother is not a fuel-efficient lamp.
An Guoren wished he could cover his youngest son's mouth with his hand, why can't he speak!
Will you talk to me? Is the host fighting? The host is the one who sees injustice and draws his sword to help, okay! You are a young man with no ideals, no morals, no discipline, and no culture! 9527 is fried.
Just as he was cursing, the driver who helped the boy put his bicycle away came in, gave Lei Ting a standard military salute, and explained what had happened, much to the disappointment of Lei Lizhen's mother and son. I thought that Han Zhuoyu committed a crime and was gloating, okay, he turned a corner and helped Lei Ting again, what kind of shit luck is this!
Lei Ting looked at the dirty young man, his long and narrow eyes couldn't help squinting. This is really a wonderful child, obviously so resistant to the outside world, with uneasiness in his clear eyes from time to time, yet he embraces and loves the world in his own way. What on earth is he thinking? How did you do it? What a contradiction!
Walking slowly to the side of the young man, he saw that the other party moved behind his son without a trace, his head buried low, and his whole body was messy, like a child who returned home after being mischievous and confessed to his elders. Lei Ting inexplicably felt his heart go weak. If one day, his son can come back sweating profusely with a basketball like a teenager, he doesn't know how happy he will be.
"In order to formally thank you for saving Xiaochen's life, I have reserved a seat at Zhu Lanxuan, and I will treat your family to dinner. We will leave after you take a shower." Before the boy could respond, he looked at the watch on his wrist and used The tone of the commanding soldier said, "It's half past five, and you still have half an hour."
In order not to disturb his work and rest time, Han Zhuoyu immediately went upstairs, completely forgetting that he had the right to refuse. Of course, 9527 would definitely not remind him, he wished the host would stay with Dazheng and Xiaozheng all day long, so that he could receive gratitude and be soft-hearted.
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Xiaotuanzi followed suit.
"My invitation seems presumptuous. I hope Secretary An will appreciate it." Lei Ting turned around and nodded at An Guoren. He is used to giving orders, and his words seem polite, but in fact they cannot be refused.
An Guoren was flattered and agreed. Having a good son is awesome. After more than ten years of struggling with Lei Lizhen, he still couldn't get on the big boat of Lei's family. The son went to the countryside for a summer vacation and it was settled.