However, it's too late for her to cry, and Xiaohan hugs xiaojue intimately.

At the moment of being held by him, xiaojue miraculously quiets down. Her eyes stare at Xiaohan's face. She doesn't know what she is thinking. The two children are very close, one is chubby and soft, the other is thin and small, with a cold face, but there is a strange sense of harmony when they stand together, as if they were born together.

Xiaohan's face was still covered with the dust that had just been smeared when she was playing with the building blocks. She grinned at xiaojue with a heartless grin: "shall I take you to my secret castle? The building blocks are very high. There are warriors and Demons... "

Xiaojue looks at him coldly.

Xiaohan was full of interest and chattered: "that big devil is bad. I sent warriors to fight against him..."

Xiaojue continued to look at him coldly.

Looking at Xiaohan and the expressionless Jue in high spirits, the adults around them want to help their forehead. Can these two children get along with each other? Do you like each other? That can only be described as a miracle.

After dancing for a long time, Xiaohan finds out: "xiaojue, why don't you talk to me? Is my castle not fun? What do you like to play? Let's play together. "

Xiaojue continued to look at him coldly.

Su Xingyu can't see it at last. He says to Xiaohan in a soft voice: "xiaojue... Brother, he's not in good health and doesn't like to talk. Moreover, he just came here today and is very tired. Xiao Han, shall we take him to have a rest first? His room is next door to you. You will take him upstairs with us to the room

She thinks that Xiaohan should be called brother xiaojue.

After all, Xiaohan is two and a half years old and xiaojue is three years old.

Wen Yan, Xiao Han is a little lost. He has been suffocating in the villa these days. It's hard for him to meet a little friend of the same age, but he doesn't like to talk. What can Wu Wu do. But in the twinkling of an eye, he was happy again. Anyway, it would be great if xiaojue could accompany him. He raised a smiling face to xiaojue and said, "I'll take you to your room."

While talking, he took xiaojue's hand and went upstairs.

Strangely, little Jue, who never liked being touched, didn't resist.

Lu Shifeng is surprised, but he is more convinced that it is right to bring xiaojue here. At least Xingyu and Xiaohan can coax the child, which is a good thing for the child.

As for Zhuang Zhen

Lu Shifeng lightly glances at the empty behind him. Just now Zhuang Zhen has been half comforted and half forced by him to persuade her to go back. In the future, she has to limit the number of times she visits xiaojue. After all, Xingyu doesn't like her.

Xiaohan leads xiaojue in front, and several adults follow him.

Soon, the room as like as two peas for the little boy was set up.

The walls and the ground are covered with complicated drawings, and even the French windows are blocked. Su Xingyu feels dizzy at a glance. She said to Lu Shifeng reproachfully, "how can you let your children live in this kind of environment?"

So complicated, so dark, so depressing.

It's like Xiaohan in the next room. The room is full of Spiderman models and Superman dolls. That's what a normal child's room should look like.

Unexpectedly, Lu Shifeng said: "xiaojue likes these. He can stare at them all day."

"No one to play with him all day?" Su Xingyu is angry.

Lu Shifeng's voice was slightly bitter: "you know, he is sick. He doesn't care who is with him at all. He only cares if the drawings are taken away

He also tried to play with him, but the child didn't look him in the eye at all. Even when he interfered with the child's immersion in the drawing world, the child would yell and lose his temper.

Sometimes Lu Shifeng would doubt whether he was shot in front of his child, and the child would be indifferent.

Su Xingyu doesn't see the frustration in his eyes. She just loves the child.

She squatted down and asked the child in a soft voice, "xiaojue, what are you looking at?"

The child coldly lowered his head, staring at his hands crumpled drawings, not even a look.

Xiaohan also came up and asked curiously, "xiaojue, xiaojue, what are you looking at?"

This time, xiaojue even ignored Xiaohan, completely immersed in her own world.

Xiaohan feels aggrieved, and her mouth is about to cry.

Lu Shifeng is afraid that his son will really make Xiaohan cry. What should Su Xingyu do when he is angry?He quickly answers on behalf of xiaojue and tells Xiaohan, who is full of curiosity: "what he is looking at is some drawings about the orbit of stars and the movement of particles. Does Xiaohan like them too?"

The little guy looked at him blankly, then at the drawings, and shook his head to see if he understood them.

Su Xingyu is secretly shocked, star orbit and particle operation?

"Your drawings... Are all about science? It's not random? "

"It was copied from the database of Hanyu scientific research center," Lu Shifeng said. "It's all about the basic tracks of physics. Xiaojue is naturally obsessed with these things. If you really can't make him quiet at any time, tear off part of these drawings and give him a pen and a piece of paper to fill them up. He probably has autism and obsessive-compulsive disorder

Su Xingyu

At her feet, Xiaohan, who is full of curiosity, runs to her room to find a pen and a piece of paper. She looks at the picture in xiaojue's hand. Su Xingyu looks down and can't bear to look directly at it.

"Xiaohan..." she felt that this little guy was a bit shameful. Maybe she raised this painting skill too stupid.

Silly and cute Xiaohan blinks innocently and continues to work hard.

He painted a lot of pens like a ghost, and happily handed it to xiaojue: "xiaojue, xiaojue, do you see what I drew? Is the track of a star a moving star? Do you think the stars I draw are very cute? "

"Xiaohan..." Su Xingyu wanted to pretend he didn't know him.

Xiaohan blinks, waiting for xiaojue to reply.

Gao Leng's little Jue silently moved a direction, avoiding the ghost amulet that he clubbed in front of him.

Xiaohan is not reconciled, make persistent efforts to pester him: "you see, you see."

"Xiaohan..." Su Xingyu is powerless. Don't you see that others don't want to pay attention to him? Don't be stupid.

Lu Shifeng also took a silent look at Xiaohan's abstract painting. He calmed down and said, "it's useless to show this kind of thing to xiaojue. He doesn't think what you draw is the same thing as his."

Lu Shifeng also squats down, takes the pen and paper from Xiaohan's hand, brushes a few strokes, and draws the rudiment of the drawing on xiaojue's hand. His fingers are long and stable, and the lines drawn are straight and accurate, just like a computer copy.

Then, he took away the drawing in xiaojue's hand and put the prototype in his hand.