The two little boys stared at each other. Ah Cheng felt very magical. He tilted his head and poked the young master's face with his little finger.
The young master frowned, but said nothing. He was a little cold.
Ah Cheng walked around him in surprise. "Why do you look like me? Am I looking in the mirror? But our clothes are different!"
Bo Ye also notices this, but he is smarter than Cheng. He knows he is not looking in the mirror.
Ah Cheng noticed that he didn't speak, but just looked at him with the cube in his arms.
"What's your name?"
Bo Ye doesn't want to talk, but in the face of this boy who is almost the same as him, he is curious and feels a little strange.
He doesn't dislike this man, but feels a little friendly.
His small mouth pursed slightly, "Bo Ye."
Ah Cheng showed his small teeth, extended his hand friendly, and patted his chest heartily, "my name is Tang Cheng!"
Bo Ye looks at his little hand. He just glances at it. There is no other action.
Tang Cheng was not angry either. Instead, he walked around happily. His eyes turned and he had a ghost idea.
"Hey, come here and let's change our clothes."
Bo Ye frowns.
"My mother is waiting for me outside. I decided to test her. We look so alike. If she changes her clothes, she won't recognize me, but if she does, she really loves me!"
mom.
This strange word suddenly makes Bo Ye feel a special feeling in his heart. He has a vague expectation for Cheng's mother, so he doesn't object to Cheng's bad idea, but cooperates with him to change his clothes.
After a while, the two children completely reversed their identities.
Ah Cheng looked at the boy across the street wearing a white sweater and casual black pants, smiling happily with little white teeth.
Just then Tang Qingge shouted his name outside, "ah Cheng, are you all right?"
How can I wash my hands? I can't wash my hands.
"Hey, Bo Ye, go out and see if my mommy can recognize you."
The moment he stood in front of a stranger, he was tense all over. The first manifestation of autism was fear of strangers. At this moment, he suddenly regretted that he had agreed to the boy's request.
"Cheng, have you finished washing your hands?"
The woman's gentle voice suddenly rings out overhead. Bo Ye's whole body is stiff. He slowly raises his head and faces the light. He sees a particularly beautiful woman calling him gently.
Just like in his dream.
As soon as his pupils contracted, he almost blurted out two words, "Mom."
If the bodyguard is here, he must be amazed. The young master who has said no more than ten words for five years has actually started to speak, and he also started to call his mother.
Oh, no, No.
Tang Qingge smiled after hearing this. "Come and show your mother if your hands are clean."
Tang Qingge squats down and looks at Bo Ye's clean hands. She arches her nose and kisses him on the cheek. She smiles, "well, fragrant, baby is great!"
Bo Ye's face is burning, as if he coveted someone else's mother. A strong sense of shame surrounds him.
He called ah Cheng's mother mother.
But he was very sentimental, reluctant to take back his hand.
There was a palm on his head gently stroking, like a magical force slowly softening his heart. He gently blinked and looked at the gentle and beautiful woman in front of him.
She is so beautiful. Is this ah Cheng's mother?
Why doesn't he have a mother
"Eh? Why doesn't my brother talk?"
Little sugar rushes out to look at Bo Ye, who doesn't speak. Bo Ye is still frustrated about why he doesn't have a mother. In a flash, he looks up at her. The little girl in front of her is very cute. She has two dimples when she smiles.
Bo Ye's heart is swollen and astringent. His eyes droop and he grasps the magic cube in his hand.