Baby, wait until you grow up

He said he wanted to change, he wanted to become a son that could not be underestimated by his father.

The first thing is to practice courage.

But although the brain has turned around, it is really difficult to act in practice.Social phobia is a kind of mental illness, and it cannot be completely eliminated by human will for a while, let alone a severe patient like him.

In the front section, there is a road full of sycamores coming out of the villas. People living here often use cars instead of walking, so this section is rarely visited by people.

When he came to the crowded main road, the strong sense of oppression and the fear that came from the bottom of his heart made An Baining unable to control himself.His breathing became visibly short of breath, and fine sweat broke out on his pale face.

An Boning clenched his fists, his nails digging into his skin.

He continued to walk forward, without taking a step, his heart became dull.However, he didn't want to give up, and even he mustered up the courage to try to talk to others.

"Please……"

The man who bought things was tall and thin, waiting patiently for him to finish speaking.

An Boning's voice trembled again, "Please, tell me..." He couldn't complete the sentence, the anxiety of wanting to hide himself controlled him.

He hates these people, he hates talking to them.

"Student, what do you want to buy?"

"..."

The shopkeeper was unhappy, and looked at him, "Isn't he sick? If you're sick, you can go home for treatment. Why hang around?"

An Boning's pale lips parted slightly, but he didn't say a word.He was sick, and he remembered that a long time ago, he overheard the doctor telling his father that social phobia was a kind of mental illness, and it was recommended to treat it slowly at home.

It's a pity that he failed. After so many years, he still hasn't made any progress.

He took two steps back.

"Bo Ning." He supported the crumbling boy from behind with both hands, and said in a loud and fierce voice, "Your mother is sick."

It's not Miran, who is that weird tone of voice!

"I didn't scold you, fake foreign devil."

"What is a fake foreign devil?... I am a real person."

"..."

An Boning tugged at his sleeves, "Let's go." He smiled sadly, "I am indeed sick."

He took a step sideways, lifted his legs and walked away.Even after being favored by others, he is still not used to other people getting too close to him, and he is even more disgusted by this kind of intimate physical touch.

Except for his father, that person was the only one in the world he was willing to hug tightly.