This was a call from Ye Tang's parents as gentle and affectionate. She suppressed seven years of grievance and panic, and she filled her heart. She opened her hands, hugged the old man in front of her, and whimpered, "Grandma."
Xiao Yetang called her grandpa and grandma as grandpa and grandma.
This "grandma" did not stutter at all, spoke clearly, and had a smooth voice. It was not as staid and indifferent as before, without a trace of emotion, as if the child had human emotions in an instant. Zhao Zhenfang grabbed her granddaughter's arms in disbelief, "You are awake, are you awake?!"
Cen Yannan on the side was also taken aback.
Ye Tang nodded.
"The membrane in my mind seems to be gone."
When Xiao Yetang was young, Ye Guoliang and Zhao Zhenfang took her to see famous medical experts on autism all over the country. A doctor once made an analogy to them, "Children with autism are all geniuses, and their brains seem to be covered. A layer of membrane, this layer of membrane affects their IQ, language and memory. Some children’s brains are only partially covered, so their intelligence is surprisingly good in some aspects, such as good memory, such as drawing; and some children Their brains are completely covered, unfortunately, their mental development and mental condition are bad."
"Your granddaughter is in this worst case. To be honest, no matter how the treatment is done, the effect is not satisfactory. You can only hope in God, pray that one day a miracle will happen, the membrane in her mind will break by itself At that time, maybe she will be a genius unparalleled in the world."
In fact, what the doctor said was nonsense, he just wanted to comfort the miserable old man.
But Zhao Zhenfang is convinced of this, she is a frequent visitor in the temple, she always sincerely pray to God and worship Buddha.
"God saw my prayer!" Zhao Zhenfang burst into tears.
Ye Tang stretched out his hand and wiped away the tears of the old man with his sleeve, "Yes, grandma, now it's your turn to enjoy the blessing."
Zhao Zhenfang burst into laughter, "I don't expect to enjoy happiness, I just want you to be well."
Ye Tang didn't explain any more, just gently encircling the old man's thin shoulders, Zhao Zhenfang's eye sockets were more moist, her granddaughter had never done such a close gesture to her before.
Ye Tang looked at her with soft eyes. Since the death of her parents, she has abandoned her life like a shoe. But I never thought that in different corners of the world, some people are lingering and panting in order to survive, but they can only barely survive.
She once asked God, what is the point of letting her live alone in the world
Now, she probably understands.
She believes that people will be reborn, just like the sun sets, and the next day will rise again. Everything withers in autumn and winter, but the next spring comes, everything will recover again.
Are her parents already reborn in another world
This truth can only be realized if you die once.
She wants to live in place of Xiao Yetang. The life of this poor child carries the love of the mother who died to give birth to her, and the full vision of the grandparents who worked hard to raise her.
Now all of this, transferred to her, has become the driving force for her to continue to live.
Cen Yannan stared at Ye Tang intently.
Ye Tang is a big beauty, there is no doubt that it has nothing to do with her illness.
Cen Yannan remembers that when he saw her for the first time, he was shocked by her appearance. It was the summer vacation when he had just finished the exam. He moved to Fuxing Lane with his mother to rent. Her mother planned to live in the second-floor private house he had just rented. Open a mahjong room for a living. They do business on the first floor and live on the second floor.
The weather was extremely hot that day, and the air seemed to be hot and deformed. There was no air conditioner in the newly rented house, and the wind from the electric fan was hot, making it sticky and uncomfortable. He sat at the door of the mahjong room, doing nothing to smoke, and suddenly saw a pair of elderly people walking past him with a girl on his left and right.
It was the first time that he had seen such a beautiful girl in reality, with white skirt and black hair, the scorching sun in July, and the fine light and shadow hitting her white face through the ten-year-old camphor tree in the alley. Her eyebrows are picturesque, the waves of smoke are vast, and her whole person is pure and clean, like a fairy who does not eat the fireworks in the world.
She was simply cool under the scorching sun.
He looked at her in a daze. He didn't even know that the cigarette butt between his fingers was about to burn to the finger. The old man who was with the girl looked at him. He stood up in a panic and looked up at the sky, pretending to be calm.
The two old men laughed. Among them, the grandfather with glasses said to him kindly, "My child, don't smoke. Smoking is not good for your health."
Cen Yannan's heart warmed. When the adults saw him, they always sneered at him. The two old people looked at him peacefully, without a trace of prejudice.
He threw away the cigarette butts, stepped on the fire with his feet, and suddenly realized that he was throwing rubbish everywhere, which seemed immoral, even though this broken alley was full of rubbish.
The two old men still smiled kindly because they saw the short hesitation of the young man. He is different from those unscrupulous teenagers who are so lawless in society and shouting and screaming. He is a good boy.
"What's your name?"
"Cen Yannan."
"We have lived here for forty years, why haven't we seen you before?"
"My mother and I just moved here."
"How old are you?"
"Fifteen."
"Oh, Tangtang is two years younger than us."
Cen Yannan dared to look at the girl again when she heard the word "Tang Tang". It turned out that she was called "Tang Tang." At this glance, Cen Yannan found something wrong with her. He had talked with her grandparents for so long, but she did not have any facial expressions, no physical reactions, and even the expression in her eyes did not change. Look closely, her eyes are hollow. Looking inside, it was like entering a terrible abyss.
"She..." Isn't it normal... Cen Yannan only said one word. His language is not good and he doesn't know how to express his thoughts. He is afraid of saying the wrong thing and causing dissatisfaction with the two kind elderly people.
The old man seemed to see what he was thinking and said, "She has autism."
That was the first time Cen Yannan heard of the term "autism."