Fu Chaochao and Bo Jingshen entered a special building with ease, and the entire building was for special children to live in.

There are many classrooms, most of which are relatively empty and have no equipment, just ordinary classrooms.

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

A little boy was missing an arm and practiced writing with his other hand. He looked focused and serious. A teacher sat next to him, teaching him stroke by stroke.

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

Finally, in the corner, a girl who looked younger than other children was sitting. She focused on building blocks and immersed in her own world.

The two children playing with toys also wanted to play with the building blocks, so they came over to play with the little girl. They pushed down the building blocks that the girl had built in just a few seconds.

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

While crying, he even threw up building blocks!

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

The harsh crying and the sound of building blocks hitting the floor made the entire classroom confused.

A teacher obviously couldn't cope with the current situation. Fortunately, the child who was learning to write was older and calmer than other children, and did not cry or cause trouble.

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

The teachers hurriedly coaxed the three crying children, and the dean who was watching outside also went in to coax them, splitting the three children.

The other two boys played with other things for them, distracted and quickly coaxed them.

Only the little girl cried and screamed for a long time. No matter how Ren persuaded her, she couldn't listen. Her voice was hoarse. Fu Chaochao felt so heartbroken.

That child has autism (autism).

Bo Jingshen gently embraced Fu Chaochao, "It will get better."

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

It turns out that having someone is always by my side is so at ease.

The fears and anxiety in the past seemed to be passing by. They only stayed in her world for a small stay and disappeared.

"When I see them, I think of my parents, and the days I lived with my grandma when I was a child. I am much luckier than them, at least I have grandma."

Fu Chaochao whispered: "If there were no grandma, I might have appeared here too."

Waiting for being adopted and living a life without a fixed place, you can see different strangers smiling at her every week.

As more people laugh, those smiles seem to become worthless.

Bo Jingshen held her shoulder tightly and said lightly: "You are not alone."

Fu Chaochao didn't say anything, but just rubbed his head with thin and unpredictable shoulders.

After volunteering to play with the children for a while, they personally distributed milk slices, candies and other snacks to each child, and each was distributed evenly.

There are still many left, but not enough to give the children a share, so I had a small competition. Whoever would like to sing or dance boldly could get candy.

The children were timid at first because they were not familiar with their elder brothers and sisters, but after playing for a long time, the children gradually became more restrained and actively participated in the activities.
Chapter completed!