That day, there seemed to be a ray of light in that dark world.
--------Nan Jingyuan
He lowered his head, immersed in his own world, his yellowish hair was soft and fluffy, and under the sunlight, he Just like an angel landing on earth.
Song Zhaoning knew that Nan Jingyuan had some communication difficulties because he had not communicated with others for a long time and he hated communicating with others.
He has become accustomed to closing himself in an autistic space, and he is on guard against everyone.
Even though Song Zhaoning helped him, he would not make any special exception for her.
This is Nan Jingyuan. He has closed himself in an isolated space. Except for necessary exchanges, he will not say a single word to others, and no one has ever asked him to be polite. He has grown up because of his hard work, how can he ask for anything else.
But Nan Jingyuan also has his ideal. His ideal is to create a world of his own, even if it is a game.
In his last life, he lost his ideals and finally went into the abyss in despair.
In this life, Song Zhaoning wants him to regain hope in life and live on.
Song Zhaoning made a complete plan in her heart. She would make him accept her step by step, slowly, step by step.
"Dingle bell"
The class bell rang and class began.
Song Zhaoning, who has been attending school for several years, said that it’s not that she doesn’t want to be a good student, she really can’t stand the third-grade classes!
Song Zhaoning stared at Nan Jingyuan in a daze throughout the class, her eyes not changing at all, but the picture in her mind couldn't stop, thinking about how to walk towards Nan Jingyuan step by step and then hey hey hey ....
"Gulu"
This voice brought Song Zhaoning back from his thoughts. Song Zhaoning touched his stomach in confusion and thought that he had eaten breakfast. Wasn't his stomach still? After shouting so loudly, she looked at the boy next to her.
Nan Jingyuan stretched one hand under the desk and pressed his abdomen hard. Originally, his expression was normal, as if this was a very common thing, but when Song Zhaoning looked at him, he His face turned a little red, and he probably felt a little embarrassed.
After straightening his expression, Nan Jingyuan continued to read the book in his hand.
Didn't he have breakfast?
Don’t they even give him food at home?
Song Zhaoning felt extremely uncomfortable. He was still so young, so even if he was not his biological child, he should still be allowed to eat, not to mention that he was his biological child.
She wanted to give him all the good things she had.
At this moment, her eyes were filled with soreness, and her heart and eyes were filled with distress for Nan Jingyuan.
She knew him from her previous lifeHe lived a very hard life and no one loved him, but yesterday she rescued this ten-year-old boy who had to pick up bottles to survive from the gangsters. Today she knew how his biological parents treated this ten-year-old child. of.
Finally, the ringing of the get out of class bell saved Song Zhaoning’s anxious heart. Almost as soon as the teacher walked out of the classroom door, Song Zhaoning rushed out of the classroom.
I jogged all the way to the school’s canteen.
I took two delicious breads and a bottle of milk.
I ran to the infirmary again and bought hydrogen peroxide, anti-inflammatory drugs, and a hemostatic bandage from the doctor.
I have already gone to class with these, and I came in with a report.
Returning to his seat, he secretly put the bread into Nan Jingyuan's book hole. When he met Nan Jingyuan's confused eyes, he winked mischievously.
[My deskmate, I want to be your good friend, so this is my meeting gift, you’re welcome. (*^▽^*)】
Secretly put the sticky notes on Nan Jingyuan’s desk.
He turned his head seriously and pretended to study seriously. He was still paying attention to Nan Jingyuan's next move from the corner of his eye.
When the boy saw the content on the sticky note, his stomach growled even louder when Song Zhaoning put it on the desk and bag. His ears were dyed a light pink, and there was some embarrassment in his deep eyes.
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The desire in his heart already made him want to pick up the bread and eat it, but his self-esteem did not allow him to accept the food of sympathy from others, even if it was kind-hearted.
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When she saw the sticky note again, there were three tall and capable words written on it.
Yes! Her teenager will not accept charity from others casually.
But she couldn't think of any good way to make Nan Jingyuan accept her kindness to him. She lowered her eyes in annoyance and looked particularly listless.
Song Zhaoning thought about it for the entire class, but could not come up with a good solution.
She put all the things she bought in Nan Jingyuan's desk, looking away from him, but without any surprise, all the things returned to Song Zhaoning's book cave.
After school was over at noon, Song Zhaoning had no choice but to think that if Nan Jingyuan was not given a meal in the morning, he should be able to eat at noon!
However, she was wrong.
After school at noon, when Song Zhaoning was taken home for dinner by her driver, she saw Nan Jingyuan on the road.
Looking at Nan Jingyuan, who was in uniform, under the shade of a tree, the young man's eyes were as deep and mysterious as a bottomless pool, and his whole person showed a deep temperament.
Rolling down the window, Song Zhaoning greeted Nan Jingyuan and told him to remember to eat.
Nan Jingyuan is justHe looked at Song Zhaoning's little face and nodded, but did not answer.
However, after Song Zhaoning left, Nan Jingyuan looked at her previous position in a daze.
So, is this what it feels like when someone cares?
This is the second time.
Song Zhaoning cared about herself for the second time.
Recalling the girl’s smile just now, it was like a breeze blew through the boy’s heart. This was a feeling I hadn’t felt in many years. I had never felt such care from my parents. But I felt it from someone I had not met twice.
Nan Jingyuan told himself over and over again that this was just sympathy, she just sympathized with you.
He continued to walk forward. At noon, he usually went to the restaurant to wash dishes for Master Zhang. If Master Zhang hadn't taken pity on him, he might have died long ago.
His stomach was still growling, but he didn't care.
This is a normal thing for him. In the past, it was not uncommon for him to have a meal in two or three days.
His thin body stood out in the busy kitchen. Nan Jingyuan was washing a large pile of bowls next to the sink. It was meal time and everyone was busy.
After finishing all these tasks, it was almost 1:30 in the afternoon. He could not stay any longer, otherwise he would not be able to catch up with class.
After putting on the school uniform, Nan Jingyuan hurried to school.
Nan Jingyuan arrived at the school just seconds before the bell rang.
The boy's forehead was wet because he was in a hurry, and larger beads of sweat flowed down his temples to his chin, delicate and sharp.
"Gulu"
The young man frowned and covered his abdomen with one hand, but it had no effect at all.
Since Nan Jingyuan sat down on his seat, his stomach growled more and more clearly.
"Gulu"
"Gulu"
Song Zhaoning, who was sitting next to him, heard this voice, his eyes were a little sour, and his beautiful eyes were full of Feeling sorry for Nan Jingyuan.