He Yanhuan's voice suddenly came from behind. Jun Li's hand, which was about to turn the page of the book, stopped and turned to look at He Yanhuan.
He looked a little troubled, as if he found it difficult to speak. Jun Li immediately showed an encouraging look. Sure enough, after seeing this, He Yanhuan mustered up the courage and said it out loud.
"Both. I didn't mean to keep you out. I just... didn't know how to express it, so I'm sorry."
Jun Li put the book back on the shelf and finally walked slowly to He Yanhuan. She hugged He Yanhuan. Although He Yanhuan looked soft and cute, he was half a head taller than her. She gently rested her chin on his shoulder, feeling his gradually stiffening body, and whispered, "Don't be afraid, it's not your fault. No one will blame you. Whether it's me or your mother, we are all waiting for you to get over it, so you don't need to blame yourself."
She felt sorry for He Yanhuan.
I feel sorry for him because no one cares about his struggles. I feel sorry for him because he doesn't even have the desire to take a step forward. I feel sorry for him because he thinks what he is doing is wrong, so he excludes himself from the world.
Autism is not about abandoning others, but abandoning oneself.
The whole world was there, only he was not.
However, no one was willing to give him a little warmth, including Li Xiangyu, his mother, who just let him be like this. Although she gave him all the material things and even all the maternal love, she never thought of bringing him out from the source.
What kind of mood did He Yanhuan have during those many days and nights? Did he ever imagine that someone could guide him to accept the world?
After she said this, He Yanhuan suddenly hugged him back very tightly, like a frightened child hugging a doll beside the bed at night, slowly, slowly tightening her arms to absorb the warmth.
Warm liquid landed on her neck. She knew what it was, so she didn't look up.
The two hugged each other for a long time. After He Yanhuan calmed down, Jun Li looked up. He Yanhuan's amber eyes were wet, like the blank space at the edge of the night sky, gentle and beautiful. His face also looked a little tired because of all the things that happened.
Jun Li let go of his hand and said to him, "Go lie down for a while."
He Yanhuan seemed a little reluctant, afraid that she would leave, but he still obediently lay back on the bed, his body straight, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, his hands on both sides of his body, lying like a good baby.
He didn't look at Junli, but he was always paying attention to Junli's movements. He was afraid that Junli would leave, but he was also afraid that she would not leave and would feel bored looking at him.
The edge of the bed collapsed slightly. He Yanhuan turned his head and saw Jun Li lying beside him. He immediately dared not breathe, not even daring to blink, and just held his breath and looked at Jun Li.
Seeing this, Jun Li turned sideways and hugged him, but because his hand was placed in the middle, this position was not very comfortable. She frowned and closed her eyes. When He Yanhuan saw that she was not looking at him, he started breathing, but at a much slower pace.
He looked at Jun Li's face quietly, as if he wanted to memorize her appearance in his mind. As he looked, he recalled the paintings he had drawn of her. In those few seconds, several scattered paintings were suddenly pieced together into a complete painting. The corners of his lips could not help but rise, at first just a little arc, then slowly expanded, and then he could not hide his joy.
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