My Husband With Scholar Syndrome

After taking a bath, Shirakawa was slowly rubbing his hair while sitting on the edge of the bed. His movement was very slow, as if calculating the time. His eyes stared straight at the door, waiting for Mu Xiaoya to return.

Just now he came back from the shower, Xiaoya said he wanted to go out and let him wait here.

"Creak ~~"

The wooden door was pushed open, Mu Xiaoya came in with a scent of medicine, Shirakawa's eyes lit up unnoticeably, and her heart felt inexplicably relieved.

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"Why the hair hasn't been wiped yet?" Mu Xiaoya asked. When she went out just now, Shirakawa was wiping her hair. It's been four or five minutes. Why is Shirakawa still wiping her hair?

Shirakawa froze and stopped a bit awkwardly. Then after a while, I remembered to answer Mu Xiaoya: "Dry it."

Shirakawa was a little guilty. He just waited for Mu Xiaoya to return. He forgot that he was still wiping his hair.

Mu Xiaoya turned out a box of ointment from the medicine box, turned and said to Shirakawa sitting on the bed: "Take off your clothes, let me see your back." The road was too bumpy just now. Mu Xiaoya was afraid of Shirakawa. Will hurt, so I don't want to take a look.

Shirakawa didn't hesitate. In front of Mu Xiaoya, he took off the white t-shirt that he had put on neatly, exposing the white shiny skin under the clothes.

"Ah ... turn around." Bai Huanghuang's skin was dazzled, and Mu Xiaoya ignored the embarrassment of her heart, walked to the bed and motioned to Shirakawa to turn around. Shirakawa turned his back, revealing a bruised skin on his back.

Sure enough, it is blue.

Mu Xiaoya frowned, and looked distressed at this large piece of bruises, but only bumped for more than ten minutes. It was less than an hour from getting out of the car and it was like this.

"Does it hurt?" Mu Xiaoya gently touched Shirakawa's back with her fingertips.

"It hurts." Shirakawa doesn't have the so-called masculinity of ordinary men. If you ask him, he will say it hurts.

Mu Xiaoya immediately blamed herself: "Why are you still holding me, it would not hurt more."

The weight of the two was borne by Shirakawa alone, and the impact of the back and the baffle would also be doubled. In order to hold her, Shirakawa could only use one hand to maintain the balance of the body, which would reduce the strength of the buffer. . So a large part of the bruise on Shirakawa's back was caused by her.

"I hug you and it hurts me only." Shirakawa replied.

With his eyes squinting, Mu Xiaoya suddenly wanted to cry. For two lives, Mu Xiaoya had never thought about it. One day, she would hug her because of a man while in the car, and she would want to cry.

In fact, Professor Feng and Grandma Bai are both wrong. Whoever said that autism will not express emotions, Mu Xiaoya thinks that Baichuan's expression of emotions can reach the soul directly.

"I ... I'll get you some ice." With red eyes, Mu Xiaoya turned and went out. When I turned my head to go to the kitchen to find ice, I met my friend Liang Nuonuo.

"Mu Mu, why are you crying?" Liang Nuo Nuo saw Mu Xiaoya's eyes flushed, and immediately asked nervously.

"It's all right, do you have an ice pack here?" Mu Xiaoya smiled and tried to adjust her emotions.

"Ice is in the refrigerator. I'll take a towel for you." Liang Nuo-nuo didn't want to say when she saw Mu Xiaoya, so she didn't ask again.

"Thank you." Mu Xiaoya turned around with the ice pack and left, and Liang Nuonuo stood at the kitchen door, looking at the direction his friend was leaving, his eyes flashed with worry.

When Mu Xiaoya returned to the room, Shirakawa continued to sit with her back to her, as if he hadn't moved since he left. And the bruise on his back seemed to have widened a bit.

"Xiaochuan, you lie on the bed." Mu Xiaoya walked over with ice.

Shirakawa lay down obediently.

"It's a bit of ice, but if you apply it with an ice pack, the bruises won't spread." Mu Xiaoya explained.

"Um." Shirakawa gave a soft hum.

Mu Xiaoya puts a towel wrapped in ice cubes on Shirakawa's back. She is gently, and she also has a five-point ice pack in her hand, for fear that a loose hand will hurt Shirakawa's broken skin.

After the ice was applied, Mu Xiaoya took out the ointment for blood circulation and stasis to Shirakawa. Fingers gently stroked Shirakawa's back and lingered around his waist. The bruise on Shirakawa's waist was the most severe. After being applied with ice, a trace of purple appeared in the blue. Mu Xiaoya couldn't help but apply this ointment several times.

"Xiaoya ~~" Shirakawa suddenly said.

"Huh?" Mu Xiaoya responded casually, her fingers still applying ointment.

"Why don't I itch when you touch me, but you itch when I touch you." Shirakawa turned his head back and asked seriously.

"!!!" Why did you touch me, I touched you?

Mu Xiaoya's eyes on the investigation of Shangcun Chuancui tried to warn herself not to crook, "because ... because I have itchy meat there, it just itches."

"Then why I didn't grow long."

"Everyone's sensitive belts are different. You don't have a long waist, maybe it doesn't have to grow elsewhere."

"Oh." Shirakawa understood, and he turned to go quietly on his back. "It turned out that Xiaoya's sensitive belt was the waist."

"Zi la ~~" Mu Xiaoya pressed hard with a good tube of ointment and squeezed it out.

Looking at the large pile of white ointment on the back of the hand, Mu Xiaoya applied it all on Shirakawa's back fiercely.

For dinner, there were only three people, Xiaochuan Shirakawa and his host, Liang Nonuo.

"How about us, other people?" Mu Xiaoya wondered, such a large cherry garden can't only be Liang Nuonuo.

"Everyone else has gone home. They are all villagers in the village." Liang Nonuo answered.

"What about uncles and aunts?"

"My parents went to see my sister. They will be back in two days, but they don't live here. They are used to living in the village." Liang Nuonuo said.

Mu Xiaoya nodded clearly: "Do you really plan to plant cherries here in the future?" Qi Xiaoya's question was knowingly, because Liang Nuonuo really stayed in his hometown for the next four years.

"I plan to open a Taobao shop that specializes in selling all kinds of fruits." Liang Nuonuo laughed. "We have good soil and water here, and the fruits are better than the outside. I plan to start with my cherry garden. If the benefits are good, the villagers will be mobilized. "

"Are you driving the village to become rich?"

"Yes, let's have a high level of consciousness." Liang Nuo Noha laughed.

"Admire and admire, and feel ashamed."

"Come, try the cherries from our family." Liang Nuonuo put a washed plate of cherries in front of Mu Xiaoya. "It's getting late today and I can't take you to take a good look. I'll take you to take a good look tomorrow. "

Mu Xiaoya responded, took a cherry and tasted it, and found that it was juicy and delicious, and it was a lot sweeter than the cherry that she usually eats. Her eyes suddenly became bright. Taste, this cherry is sweeter, much better than the one I bought in Yuncheng. "

Shirakawa, who had a quiet meal, put down his chopsticks and took the cherry from Mu Xiaoya's hand and swallowed it.

"Is it delicious?" Mu Xiaoya asked immediately.

"It's delicious." Shirakawa nodded, but instead of continuing to eat cherries, he picked up the chopsticks again and continued his unfinished dinner.

"We can pick up the tree by ourselves tomorrow."

"Um." Shirakawa stopped eating again, and after a good response, he continued to eat.

There was nothing wrong with Mu Xiaoya talking to Shirakawa, but Liang Nuo Nuo on the side felt tired after watching it for a while. Shirakawa was so quiet that she even forgot his existence when chatting with Mu Xiaoya just now. Now Shirakawa has responded, but like a wooden man, he will only give a little response when Mu Xiaoya asks him. Once Mu Xiaoya stopped talking, he was quiet as if it didn't exist. .

Although I have known that autism is like this, I have seen with my own eyes that I can personally understand that they are different from normal people. Will this person be Mumu's husband in the future? Will Mumu guide him so patiently for the next few decades? Just thinking about it, Liang Nuonuo instantly understood the concerns that Fang Hui had told her before.

Too tired, Mumu lives like this, really tired.

"Why don't you eat?" Mu Xiaoya could not help but reminded Liang Nuonuo when she suddenly started to rush.

"Uh, thinking about things." Liang Nonuo thought back.

"What do you think?"

"I was wondering if you two would be a model for me tomorrow." Liang Nuonuo laughed. "I plan to take some good-looking photos and upload them to Taobao, and you two will take some photos with me."

"You're not the model you want to sell clothes for." Mu Xiaoya said unhappy.

"You do n't understand. People who look good these years are always attracting attention. If you put the two of you up, the guests will stay for a few more seconds while browsing. Maybe you buy it when you look at it. What about? "

"Then you should do it yourself. I will take the pictures for you. I learned to design. The composition must be better than you."

The two were hurting each other. The whole dinner was lively and lively, but there were only two people interacting. The third person, Shirakawa, seemed like a quiet puppet, and never took the initiative to intervene.

After having dinner, Mu Xiaoya was afraid that Shirakawa was tired and asked him to go back to the room to rest first, and she and Liang Nonuo sat under the cherry tree and continued chatting.

"Shirakawa, has it been so quiet?" Shirakawa wasn't here anymore, and Liang Nonuo dared to bring the topic to him.

"Well, he's been quiet since he was a kid." Mu Xiaoya smiled, and probably guessed what Liang Nuonuo would say next.

"Before ..." Liang Noruo paused and asked in a different tone. "Is there any better now?"

"It's much better. I always asked him questions when I was a kid, and now I occasionally speak." But it seems only when they are alone.

"That's good. I thought he would only respond when you took the initiative to talk to him." Liang Nuo-Nuo breathed a sigh of relief, and would just like to take the initiative to speak. At least this is not a unilateral communication.

"Thank you." Mu Xiaoya thanked suddenly.

"Why say thank you all of a sudden?" Liang Nuonuo was surprised.

"Thank you for worrying about me." Mu Xiaoya laughed. "But, Nono, don't look at us with the same eyes as before."

"I ..." Liang Nuo-nuo took a moment and quickly responded. It turned out that the strange Mu Xiaoya she had just seen at the table just now, she thought that her topic was moving fast.

"Do you know that today you sent us to pick up our van and couldn't sit in front of it? Shirakawa and I could only take the back of the car. When I entered the mountain, the road was particularly bumpy. Shirakawa guarded me all the way so as not to bump me. It's bruised. "Mu Xiaoya looked up at the starry sky." I asked him if it hurts. He said it hurts, but two people only hurt him. "

"Autism doesn't lie. Shirakawa said it hurts, but it really hurts. Although I don't think it hurts even if the car is turned upside down, he still protects me." Mu Xiaoya's eyes were again Some fever. She wasn't moved because Shirakawa suffered the pain for her. She moved because Shirakawa was willing to protect her.

Autistic patients have a tendon character. They only think about doing it in their hearts, and never weigh the pros and cons. Mu Xiaoya knows that even if it hurts tens of thousands of times more than this, Shirakawa will still be willing to protect her.

"It doesn't matter if he doesn't like to talk. Anyway, when I ask him, he will answer me, and then I will just ask a little more." Mu Xiaoya said optimistically. "So don't look at us that way, Shirakawa has cognitive impairment. He can't understand the emotions in others' eyes, but he can tell what kind of eyes are different. "

Liang Nuowuo listened, his emotions were extremely complicated.

"I'm sorry." Liang Nuonuo's face was guilty.

"Do you mean that you pick us up in a truck?" Mu Xiaoya turned her head and asked easily.

"Yeah, I had an appointment for a tractor, thinking you must have never been there."

"Thank you, I don't want to sit."

......

"Mu Mu ~"

"Ok?"

"Shirakawa is fine. When I look at you, my eyes are as bright as stars."

Mu Xiaoya looked up at the starry sky. The sky is so beautiful, so there are so many people going to Tibet, to the polar regions, and to see the stars everywhere they can go.