The breakfast is very rich, including green spinach porridge, delicious sashimi porridge, shiitake mushroom meat buns, vegetarian vegetable buns, boiled eggs, several dishes of pickles and sauces. Put the small dining table full.
"What kind of porridge does Xiaochen want to drink?" Lei Ting tried to communicate with his son.
The cleanly washed Xiaotuanzi was playing Jiulianhuan with his head down, as if he didn't hear his question.
Lei Ting was very disappointed and looked at his son's side face with a lonely expression.
Beep beep... His brain was unconsciously sending out a signal for help.
Han Zhuoyu lowered his eyes, feeling a little stuffy in his chest. He could see that Uncle Lei wanted to be a good father, but Xiaochen couldn't feel his heart. As long as he doesn't want to, no one can force him to respond. How much patience does it take to guide an autistic child back to normal? Ten years, twenty years, or even a lifetime is possible... After all, there is no second 9527 in the world!
Host, you can be Comrade Xiaozheng's 9527! The moment you rescued him, you had already walked into his heart. 9527, who woke up slowly, accidentally heard the voice of the host, and proudly puffed out his small chest.
Do you want to be Xiaochen's 9527? Han Zhuoyu couldn't imagine himself babbling like 9527, his face paralyzed and his face couldn't help but froze. After thinking so much, it was actually only a moment. When the boy realized, he had already held Xiaotuanzi's head, and said in a flat tone, "You, Dad, Dad, are, are, are, are, are, are, are, are, are, words."
With a twist of his wrist, he turned Xiaotuanzi's head towards Lei Ting.
Lei Chen always listened to what the big brother said, and raised his head to give alms to his father.
Lei Ting laughed immediately, and asked again in a soft tone, "What kind of porridge does Xiaochen want to drink?" If he was asked to choose, he would definitely serve his son with fish porridge, but he read Han Jiamei's information and borrowed from her Equal treatment of children's educational experience.
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Xiaotuanzi turned to look at his elder brother, asking for his opinion.
Han Zhuoyu firmly pointed to the fish porridge, and the bear boy should eat more meat to make up for it.
Xiaotuanzi pointed at the fish porridge with a blank expression, his attitude was so unbearable.
Lei Ting heaved a sigh of relief, and hurriedly scooped up two large bowls of porridge for each of the two children. At the same time, 9527 received 20 thank you points from him and couldn't be more satisfied.
Is that all right? Lu Bin said that he has opened his eyes again! Autism really can only communicate with autism.
Knowing that Uncle Lei thanked him in his heart, Han Zhuoyu felt a little relaxed and happy. The corner of his mouth turned up quickly, and then he picked up an egg and peeled it blankly. He ate the white first, and then he ate the egg yolk and the fish porridge, and then ate the egg yolk and the fish porridge. The movements were mechanical.
Xiaotuanzi followed suit by peeling off an egg, eating the white, and using the yolk to make porridge.
The frequencies of the two boys are the same, and even their expressions are exactly the same. The scene is full of joy, and the cute Lu Bin is very different.
Lei Ting had already put down the dishes and looked at them with a smile. Without eating, the satisfaction in his heart is already full.
The phone on the table buzzed and vibrated, which made him frown in disappointment. After he saw the caller ID clearly, a stern light flashed in his eyes.
"Hello?" He walked to the balcony and deliberately lowered his voice.
There was a rush of voices from the other end.
"Okay, I got it, I'll be here right away." He hung up the phone, his stern face filled with murderous aura, and when he entered the restaurant, he became like a spring breeze again.
"Xiaoyu, Uncle Lei has something to do, can Xiaochen ask you to take care of him for a day?" Lei Ting walked up to the boy and asked softly. He wanted to touch the boy's soft hair but told him to avoid it. A quick flash in his heart lost.
After Han Zhuoyu reflexively avoided the man's big hand, he actually felt a little regretful, but there was no expression on his face, and he nodded slightly.
Ding~ I received 10 thank you points from Thunderbolt!
Lei Ting looked at his son with a smile, knowing that it was futile, but still told him carefully, "Dad is out and will come back at night. Do you know that you need to listen to Brother Xiaoyu at home?"
Xiaotuanzi buried his head in drinking the porridge, making a sweet babbling sound, not listening to his father's explanation.
Reluctantly, Lei Ting straightened up and gave Lu Bin a look. Fortunately, Han Zhuoyu was here, otherwise he really didn't know who to entrust his son to this time.
The two walked into the bedroom.
Lei Ting opened the closet, put on a straight military uniform, and took out an m1911 to refill the ammunition, his rigid handsome face was full of chilling intent.
"I'm not here. You take care of the two children. I'll be back tomorrow morning at the latest." His plain tone was in sharp contrast to the murderous intent on his face.
Lu Bin's heart tightened, and he said firmly, "Did you find the bald man?" The bald man was the culprit who kidnapped Lei Chen. In his early years, he sold drugs on the border between country c and country m, and raised a large group of private soldiers. Later, he was wiped out by Lei Ting. Fortunately, he escaped, and then sneaked back to country c to wait for an opportunity to take revenge. Unable to touch Lei Ting himself, he used drugs to control Lei Ting's housekeeper's son and a psychiatrist, and tied Lei Chen out to kill him.
"Yes." Lei Ting loaded the magazine and pinned the pistol to his waist.
"Then don't worry, I will take good care of Xiao Chen and Xiao Yu." Lu Bin knew that the second young master's most worrying thing was his son, so he readily accepted the task.
Walking out of the room, the heavy killing intent on Lei Ting's face was quickly replaced by a warm smile. He stood at the door of the restaurant, staring at the two children, and strode away after a few minutes.
Lu Bin originally thought that the task of taking care of Lei Chen and Han Zhuoyu would be very difficult, but he soon found himself redundant. Lei Chen was not in a daze as usual, or silently playing with his fingers and Jiulianhuan. He didn't have five senses, he didn't know hunger, he didn't feel cold or hot, just like a lifelike marionette.
He was by the side of the boy all the time. When the teenager was doing his homework, he would throw him an ipad. On the screen was a round and chubby electronic dog named 9527 who would talk to him, tell him stories, and teach him how to write and count. Lu Bin searched the Internet for a long time but couldn't find the name of this parenting software. He felt that he was short-sighted.
In the afternoon, the boy threw over an exercise book, 1+1=2, 2+2=4, 4+4=8... The little child has learned to count without even holding a pen.
Only then did Lu Bin realize that the young master is not stupid at all, on the contrary, he is too smart! Comparing with Han Zhuoyu, Lu Bin has to admit that many autistic children have extremely high IQs.
Lunch is also very worry-free, and the combination of meat and vegetables is rich in nutrition. At 12:15, the two took a sweet nap together, and woke up in the afternoon to watch a cartoon. When taking a bath at night, Lu Bin didn't get his hands in at all. He watched in amazement as the young man skillfully stripped off the young master's clothes, hugged the young master to wash his hair and rub his hands, and his technique was exactly the same as that of the second young master.
At 7:30, the boy started to do his homework again. The young master sat cross-legged at his feet, writing and drawing on the sketchbook in a serious manner. At 9:30, he played an adventure story on his ipad, and then fell asleep with his head on his head.
Lu Bin gently closed the door for the two of them, feeling very complicated. If the young master hadn't said a single word since he was born, he would have thought that the young master had returned to normal. If the second young master was at home, he would be very happy to see such a young master, right? One day, will he open his mouth and call Er Shao Dad? Judging from the current trend, this idea is no longer a luxury.
Lu Bin thought about the future for a while, and then he stuffed his 183 cm tall into the young master's crib, and fell asleep in a daze. At two o'clock in the middle of the night, the slight opening of the door woke him up quickly.
"Second Young Master, how is the situation?" He put away the guard on his face and asked in a low voice.
"It's over." Lei Ting unbuttoned his clothes.
"They are very good today. The young master has learned to count. Here, here is his exercise book..." Lu Bin handed over a notebook with an excited expression on his face.
The name of City No. 1 Middle School was printed on the book, so it looked like it belonged to Han Zhuoyu. Lei Ting opened the book, and the corners of his mouth could not stop rising. Is this the son's handwriting? It's ugly! It would be great if I could catch up with Xiaoyu by half! After learning how to write and count, he might be able to send him to school to receive normal education one day. This was something that Lei Ting never dared to think about.
Ding~ Received 20 thank you points from Thunder!
The crisp system notification sound woke the boy up, and he vaguely heard voices coming from the living room, it was Uncle Lei who came back.
"Second Young Master, I'll go back then. Young Master's bed is too small for me to sleep in." Lu Bin rubbed his sore shoulder.
"Well, you've worked hard today." Lei Ting sent the adjutant to the door, turned around and walked to the boy's bedroom.
Hearing the click of the door opening, Han Zhuoyu closed his eyes reflexively, and buried his head in Xiaotuanzi's neck. The sound of steady footsteps gradually approached, a strong masculinity mixed with the smell of gunpowder smoke rushed towards the face, the man's long breath made the young man feel very at ease, then, a pair of big hands touched his head, his slender and calloused body Fingers running through the hair, very warm...
The man sat on the edge of the bed for a long time, and finally left lightly.
Lei Ting quickly washed away the bloody smell from his body, and went to the balcony to smoke. After stamping out the cigarette butt, he took out his pistol and wiped it inch by inch with a silk cloth, a cold murderous look remained deep in his eyes. The magazine was empty, and all seven bullets were nailed into the bald man's vital points, ending the battle of revenge. From now on, no one can hurt his child arbitrarily.
After putting the pistol in the drawer and locking it, Lei Ting noticed a dull pain in his stomach. He suffered from chronic gastritis in his early years because of his mission. Today, he has not eaten all day, and the rubbing of the peristaltic stomach walls triggered the pain. There is no stomach medicine at home, so I can only endure it for the time being.
Frowning, Lei Ting took out a cigarette, trying to anesthetize himself. And his brain is unconsciously sending out a signal for help.
The beeping sound made Han Zhuoyu unable to sleep. 9527 was also woken up.
Xiaozheng slept soundly, it should be Dazheng who needs help, the host should go and have a look, don't let him disturb the system anymore! 9527 muttered.
Han Zhuoyu hesitated for a long time before gently removing Xiaotuanzi's hand and went to the living room to check.
Hearing footsteps, Lei Ting quickly snuffed out the cigarette butt, put down his hand rubbing his stomach, and turned his head to look.
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