Chapter 26 Jie Yiyinghui

Before he reached the door of his room, Song Yanzhou saw that it was ajar and not closed tightly.

The bad feeling in his heart became worse. Song Yanzhou took two steps at a time and slowly opened the door: "Ye Mu, I'm back."

A figure seemed to have obeyed his call. It suddenly stood up from the sofa and ran towards Song Yanzhou with a pot of flowers in its arms.

When Song Yanzhou caught a glimpse of that figure, he felt relieved, but the next moment he saw her eyes were red with crystal tears in them. When she looked up at him, she could no longer hold back her tears, which slid down her fair face and dripped from her chin onto the pot of blooming roses in her arms.

Song Yanzhou's breathing paused for a moment, and he quickly went into the room and closed the door. He looked at her crying, and subconsciously raised his hand to wipe her tears, but when his fingertips touched her cheek, he quickly withdrew his hand, picked up the lunch box and put it on the table, then took a towel, wrung it under the faucet, and then used it to wipe her face.

The action was extremely gentle, while asking:

"Are you scared by so many people coming?"

"Stop crying."

He looked extremely guilty, as if he had done something irreparable wrong, and his whole heart was being whipped by his conscience.

It also makes me feel a little sad.

But the heartache was soon overwhelmed by the guilt that came like a tide, and Song Yanzhou himself didn't even notice it.

Seeing that he was only paying attention to himself and crying, Ye Mu quickly stuffed the flowers in her arms in front of him.

Song Yanzhou then took another look at the pot of flowers and immediately discovered the difference: there was a most brilliant and beautiful rose, but it was gone.

The severed stems and leaves are still there.

Ye Mu said: "In the car, the fat guy squeezed me and took the flowers away. How mean."

Her description was very specific and accurate, and Song Yanzhou immediately matched the person she was talking about with Mrs. Jiang.

His face suddenly darkened a little, raised his hand to rub her head, and comforted her:

"Don't let her come next time. Buy her some nice flowers next time."

Although he spoke with his usual coldness, one could also hear a hint of awkward tenderness in his voice.

Seeing this, Ye Mu said:

"There are so many people, they all call me a fool."

Song Yanzhou's face wasn't just gloomy now, his whole body was filled with coldness, which looked a bit scary.

He thought of the enthusiasm of the military wives downstairs towards him when he had just returned.

If Ye Mu couldn't speak and was not willing to communicate with him, would he know that they called her a fool in front of Ye Mu?

After reading the letter written by Ye Mu, Song Yanzhou believed more than anyone else that she was not stupid, but smarter than many people.

She understood what was said and knew that the other party was swearing, and their words would hurt Ye Mu.

No one likes to be scolded.

He really didn't like people saying Ye Mu was a fool. Even if he told others, he wouldn't say she was autistic and make it seem like she was sick.

Today, when soldiers and leaders asked about Ye Mu out of concern, he only said that she was a little autistic and not good at interacting with people.

"Then don't let them in."

Song Yanzhou said.

In ancient times, there was the story of Meng's mother moving three times. Ye Mu is so simple. If she comes into contact with such a person, who knows what kind of wrong path her intelligence will lead her to?

As the saying goes, "Birds of a feather flock together." Song Yanzhou hopes that she can be well, or even... become better.

He thought, if she didn't have autism, she would be someone who would shine brightly among the crowd and be noticed at a glance.

At worst, he could take Ye Mu out to the city on weekends to meet his brothers or go see Mr. Xu.

He saw that Ye Mu liked Mr. Xu's things very much, and this aspect might also be a breakthrough in guiding Ye Mu out of his autism.

Using hobbies as a guide should be the best way.

Ye Mu nodded with satisfaction, and then said:

"Sister, ask me who I sleep with at night... and who is pressing me like this."

As Ye Mu spoke, he pushed Song Yanzhou against the wall, and imitated the actions Wu Yueying did to her, and pinned Song Yanzhou against the wall.

Her posture seemed like she was going to bully Song Yanzhou. Song Yanzhou began to retreat according to her force, just wanting to see what she was going to do, but he didn't expect it to be like this.

Fortunately, he was holding a pot of flowers in his arms, otherwise Ye Mu might have stuck to him.

Ye Mu shook his head: "I wasn't bullied."

After hearing this series of words, Song Yanzhou's face turned dark, and the tips of his ears turned slightly red.

He took a deep breath and gently pushed Ye Mu's shoulder, asking her to move a little further away from him.

He felt a little uncomfortable with her like this.

"The sister you're talking about is the one who wanted to help you get off the bus earlier?"

The coldness in his eyes could hardly be suppressed, and his indiscriminate attack almost froze Ye Mu.

Ye Mu seemed to think for a moment, nodded at him, and repeated what Song Yanzhou had said, which made him feel ashamed:

"I'm asking you, at night, pressing, bullying? And sleeping..."

She specially arranged the order, which sounded particularly ambiguous. Before she finished speaking, Song Yanzhou quickly covered her mouth, and his palm was gently burned by the softness of her lips. He quickly withdrew his hand, helplessly pulled Ye Mu's arm to the table, and changed the subject:

"Okay, let's not talk about them anymore. Don't let them come to our house anymore. It's time to eat, or it will be cold."

When he said this, his tone seemed to be filled with ice, and it was not directed at Ye Mu.

Compared to other military wives, he was more angry that Wu Yueying asked Ye Mu about such things!

What if Ye Mu accidentally told this to others?

He quickly turned around and told Ye Mu: "Don't tell anyone else what you just said."

Ye Mu noticed the red tip of his ear and asked innocently, "Sleeping?"

Song Yanzhou coughed lightly and put the pot of flowers on the table. The fragrance seemed to flow in the living room. He didn't know how he smelled it, and it seemed to linger at the tip of his nose and would not dissipate.

"…right."

Song Yanzhou nodded helplessly, and his disgust for Wu Yueying increased to a higher level.

That woman actually dared to teach Ye Mu these things!

Did Wu Yueying treat him as a beast? Think he would do that kind of thing to Ye Mu.

Song Yanzhou was so angry that he felt like he was burning with rage. He was most angry that Wu Yueying bullied Ye Mu for not understanding and deliberately asked such questions.

How dare she, a woman, say such a thing.

He almost led Ye Mu astray.

He ate in silence, feeling low pressure all over. The air in the room seemed to be thinner and a little colder.

Ye Mu also ate in silence, thinking that Song Yanzhou was quite scary when he was angry.

Although she was not that afraid, people who made him angry would definitely have a hard time.

She hoped that he could deal with those people who came to his house to show off, so that she wouldn't have to deal with those foul mouths in the future.

She didn't want to waste her precious life and time on such things as women bickering and playing house.

After finishing his meal, Ye Mu ran to the fan.

After washing the lunch box and putting it away, Song Yanzhou walked to her room, watched Ye Mu enjoying the breeze in front of the electric fan, and walked over to turn off the fan.

Ye Mu looked up at him with a hint of reproach in his eyes. She was so hot while eating, why did he turn off her fan?

Song Yanzhou looked at the time and it was not yet dark.

He said:

"Ye Mu, I'll teach you how to speak. Are you willing to learn from me?"

She always speaks incoherently and sometimes the order is chaotic. Although I can understand her, it is still quite abstract.

Only smoother communication can allow her to integrate with the outside world more quickly.

Ye Mu was very happy, but he hesitated for a while before speaking:

"Speak, I will."

Song Yanzhou was not surprised to hear this answer. He said, "You can speak, but I am better at speaking than you, right? Do you want to be as good as me and be able to say many words in one sentence?"

He was not very good at coaxing people, so he thought of a lot of sentences in his mind, hoping to attract Ye Mu to be willing to learn from him.

It sounds a bit weird when you say it out loud.

Ye Mu thought that if she shook her head at this moment, Song Yanzhou's little tricks would be over.

But she stared at him for a moment, then nodded.

Song Yanzhou immediately breathed a sigh of relief and began to teach Ye Mu how to speak more fluently.

After all, he had never been a teacher, so he could only give some examples of Ye Mu's speech and then correct her.

The two of them kept talking until it got dark, and Song Yanzhou felt that they could call it a day:

"You can't forget what you've learned. I'm going to test you tomorrow."

Ye Mu nodded: "Yeah."

Seeing how obedient and well-behaved she was, Song Yanzhou couldn't help but smile. A smile bloomed on his cold face, and he felt as if an iceberg was beginning to melt and the warm sun was entering his heart, just as stunning as the distant green mountains were suddenly covered with a sea of ​​flowers.