In the backyard of the official residence, because of the hostess's brain disease, the servants were very cautious and seemed particularly heavy-hearted.
Arriving at the door of another house, it was even darker. A little kid was sitting under the grapevines, looking up at the sky with his head tilted to the side. Only a ray of sunlight was filtering through the layers of leaves.
The child had a delicate appearance, but looked a little dull and wooden. He kept his head tilted as if his neck didn't have the strength to support it. His skin was also pale, his hair was slightly yellow, and he looked like he had no soul.
Not even a little bit of childish activity.
The servants and maids around were working very carefully, not even daring to speak loudly, for fear of offending the city lord's young master.
Wang Yi felt depressed and palpitating when seeing such an environment. How could this child not be depressed?
Looking closely at him, many symptoms emerged.
"Developmental delay, extremely poor vestibular balance, mild autism..."
These are all brain development problems that seem to be fine, but cannot be solved by prescribing the right medicine.
This is obviously related to the lack of oxygen caused by the wife's premature birth due to shock.
If they can survive and grow up healthily, their IQ may reach the same level as their parents' in the future, but they will definitely not be considered smart.
The city lord and his wife are both handsome men, and they are smart people to be able to reach the position of city lord. They definitely cannot bear the blow of their child's condition.
It is very likely that the city lord's wife suffered from a chronic illness due to premature birth and was unable to give birth again. She had no hope of having another child, so both of them suffered from depression one after another.
This is something that only a man who loves and cares about his family can suffer from.
The city lord should be good to his wife and children.
"This is my son, Mosin."
When talking about his son, the city lord's face was filled with sorrow, appearing even more helpless and resentful.
"Since childhood, Mo Xing has walked slowly, spoken late, and can neither crawl nor cry out in pain. I thought he was destined for good fortune. But now it seems there's no hope of recovery. Doctors say there's nothing they can do for his condition. Madam has been devastated and refuses to leave the house. I apologize for any offense I've caused."
Wang Yi shook his head slightly and suddenly said something shocking: "Your house is not good."
"What?"
Could it be that the person in front of me also understands Feng Shui?
"I wonder if the City Lord would be so relieved as to let me take care of the young master for a while? You can ask him to bring people to protect him, but don't ask the maids or the servants. I'll try to find a way to help him untie the knot in his heart. Perhaps if he leaves this house, he will be less affected."
"But, I can't guarantee the specific situation. I can only say that it's better than staying in this house."
The backyard was dark and tree-filled, which had nothing to do with feng shui; it simply made people feel suffocated. But Wang Yi could only point to feng shui, explaining too much, and Mo Naihe couldn't understand.
Normal people may be able to move around and attract active spiritual energy around them, but autistic people are very wary of the outside world and will not actively seek change.
He needs something broad and more engaging that will stimulate that area of his brain, and perhaps even better.
However, Wang Yi did not guarantee anything. She could only try to solve his problem based on some insights she heard from modern people.
Judging from the test results, Mosin's condition is not serious and may have improved to a condition slightly worse than that of a normal person. The depression of the city lord and his wife can also be solved.
A family of three, all connected by heart.
What the couple values most is their son, as he is the key to solving the problems of their family of three.
"This...I need to discuss this with my wife."
"I suggest you make your own decision. Madam, in her present state, I'm afraid she won't be willing to let the young master go."
"I'll do my best."
Mo Naihe walked towards the lady's courtyard, and Wang Yi took a few quick steps and came in front of Mo Xin.
Mo Xin just tilted his head and looked at the small piece of light above his head, without any reaction to Wang Yi's arrival.
He seemed not to notice that someone was coming.
Wang Yi squatted down in front of him and waved his hand in front of Mo Xin.
Mo Xin finally looked at her, but his eyes only showed the vigilance of facing a stranger, without any reaction of greeting or calling out to anyone.
"The young master never calls out to anyone, so please don't blame me, mistress."
The butler next to him also turned around and wiped his eyes. He had been with this child since he was born and had watched him grow up. Now he was nine years old, but he still didn't smile or speak. Just thinking about it made him feel bad for the city lord.
"Mosin, can I take you out to play?"
Mo Xin looked at Wang Yi and just shook his head.
“Do you like watching Dama?”
“…”
When I asked again, there was no response at all.
"Well, do you like living under the stars? Auntie doesn't have a house, only tents. You can sleep under the stars at night."
The absence of a house seemed to have touched Mo Xin's heart. He looked at Wang Yi again, without any other reaction, but there seemed to be some spirit in his eyes.
After asking a few simple questions, Wang Yi was able to get a feel for Mo Xin's background.
His problem is really difficult to deal with.
She didn't know if taking him out for a walk would work, but this was the only solution she could think of.
After a while, a burst of wailing suddenly broke out from the next room.
After hearing this, Mo Xin suddenly covered his ears, as if he was particularly disgusted by his mother's crying, and ran back to the house with a frown.
"Master! Master!"
"Stop shouting. Wait for the city lord to come."
After crying, Mo Naihe came out and sighed.
"I will do my best to comfort the lady. Please ask the lady to take care of Mosin. If there is really no other way, we will just accept our fate."
When Wang Yi came, he rode in the carriage of the prince's army. When he went back, the city lord had sent someone to arrange a carriage for him.
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