Dodder Pampering Handbook

Zhong Teng never thought that Sanzhi, who was like a child, would have such a day.Perhaps he subconsciously failed to connect these things with Sanzhi, and even his deep love for Sanzhi was hidden by him, ashamed to speak.

He told Sanzhi that this was a perfectly normal thing, and Sanzhi looked confused.

But he asked, "Does my brother have one too?"

He thought of a certain night, after which Zhong Ting would never sleep with him again.He thought brother was shy because of bedwetting, but now that he thinks about it, it might be because of this incident.

Zhong Ting fooled the curious baby away for the time being, and next week when Zhou Zhi came back, he suddenly called Zhong Ting's name while taking a bath.

"elder brother!"

His tone was flustered and shocked, and there was the sound of things falling in the bathroom.

Zhong Cheng thought that he had fallen, so he hurriedly pushed the bathroom door, and saw San Zhi standing there leaning on the wall, looking at his half-raised little guy with fear.

Zhong Cheng: "..."

"It stood up!" Sanzhi was about to cry, last time he lost it in a daze in his sleep, this time he would see with his own eyes that the place usually used for peeing rose up automatically, and he was terrified.

He opened his hands, wanting Zhong Teng to help him.

The bathroom was filled with steam, and the water was so hot that San Zhi's body was hot red.Thought-provoking.

Zhong Cheng pursed his lips and was speechless. He walked over and turned down the water heater, and sprinkled it on San Zhi's body. When the cold water hit him, he had no reaction at all.

San Zhi breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you brother!"

Then start taking a shower again.

Zhong Teng withdrew, having a headache as to how to give him this psychological lesson.

It's not that he doesn't understand, it's just that he thinks it's impossible for him to teach these things.

When other children were Sanzhi's age, it was impossible for them to be so innocent about this matter, like a blank sheet of paper.

Books, TV, computers, these are all channels to expand knowledge.But every time Sanzhi reads books, he only reads books with pictures, when he watches TV, he only watches cartoons, and when he watches computers, he only plays BNB.

Zhong Cheng flipped through his phone, thinking about how to solve this problem.

In the third week, the problem got worse.Sanzhi's coach called Zhong Ting and told him that Sanzhi's mental state was not right during training recently, and he always looked sleepy, as if he hadn't slept at night.

Zhong Teng had no choice but to look for Sanzhi in the provincial team. When Sanzhi saw him, he hugged him, so sleepy that he seemed to be falling asleep.

"You haven't slept well recently? Is it too much pressure from training?"

The provincial team will have a competition soon, and Sanzhi will also participate. This is the first time he has participated in a more important competition. He is only 17 years old.

Sanzhi shook his head and said sullenly, "I'm afraid."

"What are you afraid of?" Zhong Cheng thought his roommate was telling a scary story.

But Sanzhi: "Chicken has to stand up every day, I'm afraid, I can't sleep."

"..." It is urgent to teach children education.

Zhong Teng made an appointment with a well-known psychiatrist in the provincial capital. At this time, psychiatrists were not very popular, but this lady graduated from a famous foreign university and opened a psychological consultation room after returning to China. Over time, her reputation spread far and wide.

I asked Sanzhi to take a day off and let him sleep. Sanzhi didn't sleep well all night. When he woke up the next day and saw the reaction, he was about to cry.

When Zhong Cheng touched his back, he was covered in sweat.

In the morning, she successfully met the doctor. She first asked Zhong Ting what question he wanted to consult and who he was consulting.

Zhong Teng introduced the situation of Sanzhi. It is not uncommon for teenagers to be ashamed to talk about their physical changes. However, most children can find a solution without external education, and a small number of children may be afraid of this matter. , or overindulge in this matter, these need to be guided by the outside world.

Although there are not many such cases, Dr. Huang was not very surprised, and nodded frustrated that he knew it.

She looked at the boy sitting outside through the soundproof glass. He was very beautiful. He was looking up at the shell wind chimes in the waiting room. He was a quiet and beautiful boy.

Such children are generally more restrained, and it is difficult to vent their emotions. In addition, teenagers love face and have strong self-esteem, and it is even less likely to talk about their worries.

Zhong Teng told her that Sanzhi was diagnosed with autism when she was a child, and she was relatively slow in some things, so she was surprised.

Autism?Children outside?

She dared not associate autism with this boy. Looking back on the autism cases she had seen in the past, most of the children had a particularly obvious feature, that is, withdrawn.

They are accustomed to indulging in their own world, and sometimes they don't respond much to what their parents say to others, and what's more, they will show aggressive behaviors that exclude outsiders.

Not all autistic children are geniuses, there are many more, and they have some intellectual disabilities to some extent. It is more difficult to tap the talents of these children or let them walk out of the autistic world.

She looked at Sanzhi in amazement, and suddenly picked up the phone on the table, and her voice sounded through the microphone outside, "Sanzhi, is it Sanzhi? Can you come in?"

Sanzhi looked around and found the microphone. He looked at Zhong Cheng, and after seeing him nodding, he walked in and sat down beside Zhong Cheng consciously.

He looked straight at the elegant and intellectual woman behind the mahogany table.

Dr. Huang didn't feel offended. She smiled and said, "It can be seen that your family must have put a lot of effort into him. He is great. It doesn't look like he had autism when he was a child."

Zhong Teng glanced at Sanzhi, took his hand, and put it in his own. He didn't say that Sanzhi was the only one, he just continued to ask if he could give Sanzhi a lesson.

Dr. Huang didn't ask him why he didn't take the class by himself, perhaps because he was shy.She stood up, took out a book and a comic book from the bookcase beside her, and handed it to Sanzhi.

On the cover is a little boy playing football, about five or six years old.

After opening it, the protagonist of the picture is still this boy. From the time he was five or six years old to growing up, he intercepted familiar and representative scenes in life and drew them.

Sanzhi flipped through carefully, reading with relish.

Only halfway through the storybook did his expression change.

The little boy on the screen is standing by the bed with a confused face, his lower body is half upturned like a bamboo shoot, and half of the bed is wet, as if he has wetted the bed.

The next picture, like a clean and pure fairy tale world, was suddenly poured with colorful paint, the whole picture was a little distorted, accompanied by a bright and fiery red state, the boy was lying in the bedroom, like a red fire stick, Surrounded by flames.

The boy's expression was full of fear.

Sanzhi felt the same, and was also very scared, would it explode?

He continued to look down. The boy in the story went from fear at the beginning to acceptance slowly. , Occasionally he hid in the bedroom alone, drew the curtains and closed the door, leaking fiery red colors.

It dawned on me.

Zhong Teng read it with Sanzhi. There is no text in this storybook. Only through the color matching of the picture and the change of the little boy's expression, it makes people feel like they are there.

He probably understood the meaning of the cartoon, and Sanzhi's understanding was more profound. In this storybook, he noticed more things than Zhong Cheng.

For example, the daily life of a little boy is always fixed, with familiar scenes and venues, and repetitive activities. Obviously, this child, like Sanzhi, is a special child.

The change of color in the middle made Sanzhi even more frightened, and when the colors calmed down later, Sanzhi's originally agitated heart also calmed down.

He put down the comic book and gave a relieved smile.

Dr. Huang has been paying attention to them. The story book is not long, but Sanzhi and Zhong Teng read it for an hour.

"How do you feel?" she asked Sanzhi.

Sanzhi nodded, he probably understood. "this is normal."

Just like running, it wasn't part of his daily life at first, but after his brother ran with him, he fell in love with running, and slowly, running became one of his daily routines.

And that kind of thing, like running, is a new addition to the daily life, and it needs to be done alone in the room.

Dr. Huang nodded in satisfaction: "He's very smart. In fact, this kind of thing is very normal among special children. I drew this picture book myself. You can take a copy home later."

Zhong Teng thanked her very much and took the album.

Dr. Huang explained some details of life and told Sanzhi that everyone will have such a thing, which is very normal.

Sanzhi quickly understood, and drew inferences: "Will brother do the same?"

He looked at Zhong Cheng with a simple expression on his face.

Zhong Cheng froze for a few seconds, pursed his lips, and nodded under Dr. Huang's gaze.

Sanzhi looked more relaxed.

After leaving the consulting room, Zhong Teng took Sanzhi to the mall again, bought clothes and snacks, and returned home after eating.

San Zhi went to the bathroom to take a shower, it took a long time this time, Zhong Teng called out two or three times before he came out of the bathroom.

He went to wash the bell after washing, and when he came out, Sanzhi hadn't returned to the room yet, sitting on the sofa and watching Nezha Naohai waiting for him.

Zhong Teng wiped his hair and sat down next to him, only to realize that Sanzhi was still holding a picture book in his hand, and was turning over the middle page, where the little boy was lying in a sea of ​​fiery red.

The picture is very detailed, some small details are lifelike, and the little boy has nothing to wear.

Dr. Huang told Zhong Cheng that he could explain some physiological knowledge to Sanzhi by referring to the boy in the storybook, such as some parts of the body that cannot be touched by others at will.

Sanzhi also asked brother if he was someone else?It made Zhong Cheng extremely embarrassed.

Fortunately, Dr. Huang has long been used to the children's childish language.

Sanzhi looked at it, and tilted his head to look at Zhong Cheng.

Then he pointed at the boy, and then at himself.

"These are the same."

Zhong Ting nodded, "Yes, you are all boys."

Sanzhi lowered his head and continued to look, then asked, "Where's the girl?"

In fact, Dr. Huang still has a girl's version of the storybook, but Zhong Teng didn't want it.

He told Sanzhi seriously: "Girls are different from boys, you can't just touch girls just out of curiosity, it's very impolite, understand?"

Sanzhi lacked interest in girls, and didn't really want to know what the difference was.

He just looked at Zhong Ting, and his tone was a bit stubborn: "Is it the same, brother? I want to see it too."

He specifically emphasized the three words "want to see."

Zhong Teng refused without even thinking about it. It's the same as yours, so what's so interesting about it.

He thought that Sanzhi would mess around for a while, but unexpectedly, Sanzhi just "hummed" and ran back to his room.

Early the next morning, Zhong Teng wanted to send Sanzhi back to training in time, but he didn't respond after calling Sanzhi several times. He also opened the door habitually, but saw Sanzhi lying on the bed with the indoor curtains tightly closed.

Sanzhi squinted his eyes, glanced at the intruder, didn't care, and continued with his movements.

On the contrary, Zhong Teng was sweating all over, his mouth was dry and he forgot to quit.

Next to Sanzhi was the storybook, turning the pages of the little boy doing private things.

Zhong Teng didn't expect that Sanzhi's learning ability would be so strong. When he did that, he didn't have any fear at all.

Zhong Cheng withdrew, closed the door again, and sat on the sofa, thinking wildly.I thought about it a lot. For example, in ancient times, human beings were still in an unenlightened state about this matter, taking the sky as their quilt and the earth as their seat, and they didn't say anything about shame or not.

Later, when I got in touch with etiquette and learned to be ashamed, I put on clothes, and I was still bold in courtship, but to do this kind of thing, I had to get married. Later, the rules and regulations became stricter, and the clothes people wore became more and more serious. More and more and thicker.

Some still can't take it off.

Even after he had been in the WTO for a long time, he treated this matter with a human touch.

How can this be...

But Sanzhi is different, he is not bound by heaven and earth, a carefree son of freedom, he does not understand what is secular vision, those things are isolated from his own world by him.

Naturally, how comfortable it is.

Zhong Teng thought for a long time, seeing that it was almost 07:30, and then knocked on the door of Sanzhi's room, "Sanzhi, I'm going to be late."

He is humble and stoic.

Sanzhi let out a lazy "hum", meaning to let him in.

Zhong Teng went in, only to see a muddy bed, Sanzhi was overjoyed, and didn't know what to do with it, he was still lying there with his long bare legs, when he saw Zhong Teng came in, he turned over reluctantly, Exposing beautiful to the extreme curve.

Zhong Ting just glanced at it and didn't dare to look at it again. He cleaned it up like an old lady, and threw the sheets into the washing machine before sending Sanzhi to school.

On the way, he also reminded Sanzhi not to do such things in the school dormitory, but to do it at home.

Otherwise he will be angry.

Sanzhi reluctantly agreed.

The author has something to say:

When writing this chapter, the queen and his loyal eunuch husband are all on my mind... hhhhhh