Rhapsody of Entertainment Rebirth

The gravel road leading to the mountains on the outskirts of the county winds up, and the sound of the three-wheeled truck's motor wakes up the forest on the roadside.

Six middle school boys sat in the back of a three-wheeled pickup truck and sang loudly to express their excitement about being released from the cage.

"The leader of this operation is Miss Zhou. Everyone should act as a group and report anything to Captain Zhou."

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After nearly an hour of jolting, they arrived at their destination, a small mountain village with only four households.

The person who received them was a dark-looking middle-aged man.

"Lao Lan, these children are my son's classmates. Come up with me to learn more. Don't worry about them and we will come as usual." Lao Feng introduced.

"If you have any knowledge in the mountains, I will ask my youngest son to take them for a walk. I will take you to pick chickens and the spring bamboo shoots will be packed for you."

Lao Lan's son Xiaolan is in his teens. With the simplicity and cleverness of a child in the mountains, the strangeness and isolation have faded away in a short time.

"You follow Xiaolan and go shopping around. I'll go to Uncle Feng's place to have a look." Shanhe didn't just come to see the scenery.

Shanhe took out the camera in his bag and walked along the path beside the house to the backyard.

"Xiaohe, why are you here? Didn't you go see the waterfall?" Old Feng looked at the mountains and rivers walking towards him.

"My grandpa's home is in the mountains. Uncle Feng, why should I go shopping? I'll follow you to pick chickens, and I can also do some hunting."

"Old Feng, your nephew is very sensible. You guys pick it up first, and I'll go to my wife's place to sort out the mountain goods."

"Go ahead, the chickens you raise this year are fine, pick them out and give you a higher price!" Lao Feng said with satisfaction.

Lao Feng started to catch chickens in the chicken pen while talking to Shanhe: "Old hens are not good, the meat is too hard and oily. The best taste is to find young hens that are about ten months old, and the roosters should be smaller, four or five. Moon’s is the best.”

"Uncle Feng, aren't these chickens also raised in captivity?"

"It's closed today because I have to pick chickens. I usually keep them in Zhushan. The chickens in the mountains exercise a lot. They eat bugs and weeds, and drink dew and spring water from the mountains. You said they have never been outside. How can the feed chickens in the pen be compared!”

"These families all raise chickens. Lao Lan's family raises more chickens, and his mother-in-law is diligent. He also has a stupid son, which is quite difficult." Lao Feng introduced Shanhe.

When the two were about to move the chicken coop out, Lao Lan and a middle-aged woman wearing a whitish gray shirt walked in.

"Brother Feng, have you picked it? You leave it and we will move it." The woman said cheerfully. "Is this your nephew? Why didn't you go play with your son and the others?"

"My son's classmate is a well-known writer throughout the country, and he is very promising!" Lao Feng introduced Shanhe with exaggeration and complacency.

Old Feng began to brag about the mountains and rivers, and the three of them walked out of the chicken pen in exclamation.

"Brother Feng, there hasn't been much rain this year, and there haven't been many spring bamboo shoots on the back mountain. However, we picked some red mushrooms and bamboo fungus." Mrs. Lan said to Old Feng as she walked.

"The situation is similar in other places this year, and the price is higher than in previous years. You don't know who I am, Lao Feng, and I won't cheat others, let alone your family. I harvest the red mushrooms and bamboo fungus together."

"Hey, that's all I'm saying. I know you, Old Feng, are a good person. At noon, I will make sure that the little classmates eat well."

This mountain village is called Zaokeng. It is said that there used to be a large jujube forest, several rows of big trees, and several wooden houses surrounding the yard. It was hidden in the mountains, quiet and remote.

Shan He was drinking water in the yard and enjoying the tranquility of the mountain village, while Lao Feng and Lao Lan were settling accounts. Everything seems to be in harmony here.

The sound of the door opening destroyed this harmony. A young man as big as a mountain and river walked out of the house, holding a big book tightly and walked straight out of the courtyard without saying anything or looking at others. go.

Lao Feng and Lao Lan both stopped talking. Lao Lan sighed deeply and smiled bitterly at Lao Feng.

Mrs. Lan stepped forward and quickly grabbed the boy, and asked calmly: "Xiaomin, why don't you paint anymore? Are you looking for your brother? My brother will be back soon. Can you go with your mother to the door and wait for your brother?"

The young man avoided Mrs. Lan's hands and eyes, and his hands holding the book were rubbing mechanically back and forth unconsciously. He seemed unable to understand or hear his mother's words.

With Mrs. Lan's constant comfort, the boy was brought by his mother to sit quietly under the eaves, with his head lowered and still rubbing his index finger.

"He's looking for his brother, it's okay."

The young man's appearance made the atmosphere a little sad. None of the three people spoke. Lao Feng patted Lao Lan's arm, trying to wash away the sadness by calculating the accounts.

Shanhe didn't ask or look at it. He knew that this boy named Xiaomin was an autistic child, a child born with autism.

The boy was well taken care of, neatly dressed and rosy-cheeked. The patients Shanhe had seen in Kong Wenjie's case were in the same state, but in different situations.

Shanhe has seen cases of autistic children and knows how difficult it is for a family with autistic patients.

Caring for and educating autistic people requires a lot of energy and patience, because they live in their own world and have difficulty or no communication.

Shanhe is full of admiration and sympathy for the Lan family.

Not long after, Xiaolan returned to the yard with a group of teenagers.

When Xiaolan saw her brother, she seemed a little ashamed and embarrassed. She silently walked to her brother, took his hands, and stayed with her brother.

Shanhe was suddenly moved by Xiaolan. He seemed to be able to see how his younger brother spent his lonely time with his dull and even unreasonable brother.

The young people who had just talked so loudly were at a loss for a moment, and they all looked at Shanhe with questioning eyes.

Shanhe didn't want to talk about autism in front of Lao Lan and his wife, so he hurriedly diverted the attention of the teenagers, "You're just coming back now. I've already finished helping Uncle Feng catch the chickens. You have to move the bamboo shoots over there!"

"No problem, don't you think? The waterfalls on the mountainside are so beautiful, and there are fish in the ponds. You will regret not going."

Miss Zhou wisely took over the topic, "Uncle, tell me if there is anything else you want us to do!"

"Haha, okay, I'll go with you to other stores later, I'll have your work."

Walking out of the yard, Shanhe said to Old Feng: "Uncle Feng, has Uncle Lan taken Xiaomin to see a doctor?"

"Why not? I've been everywhere in the past few years, but it's useless. I say it's natural. Alas, this family is in trouble!"

"Autism is a mental illness and is difficult to treat. Uncle Feng, I know a child psychiatrist in the county. She should be able to help Uncle Lan."

"Lao Lan has given up now. Just take care of him at home. The older one is already like this, so we can't delay the younger one any longer!" Lao Feng sighed.

Shanhe was silent.

Until he returned home, the shadow of the autistic boy was still echoing in his mind.

He didn't know why, but that family moved him deeply. If Shanhe wants to do something, he must do something!

Two days later, Lao Feng Shanhe brought Kong Wenjie to this small mountain village called Zaokeng again.

"Uncle Lan, Aunt Kong is in the county seat. There is no need to go out. Look, these are her proofs."

Lao Lan looked at this young man who was as big as his eldest son sadly, "Xiaohe, Uncle Lan, thank you. I know that Xiaomin is autistic. We have been to Kyoto and Magic City in the past few years. This disease cannot be cured." good!"

"I know it can't be completely cured, but it can be alleviated, even if it's a little better, then it will be a lot easier for you!"

Lao Lan remained silent.

Kong Wenjie looked at Lao Lan and said: "Brother Lan, I know you are heartbroken and afraid of treatment. I am a psychiatrist and know how difficult it is to take care of an autistic patient. You can take care of the little people so well. We I admire you all. I heard Xiaohe say that his younger brother can take his elder brother and accompany him. I am really touched. We have no other purpose, we just want to help you and help the people. I am in the county, every week You can come here once, let’s give it a try!”

Lao Lan's eyes were already red, and Mrs. Lan was wiping away tears.

"Uncle Lan, don't think of this as medical treatment. It's just that someone comes to the house to chat, drink a cup of tea and see the little people."

Lao Lan and his wife agreed with Kong Wenjie's idea and would give a treatment plan after observing for a period of time.

On the way back to the county town, Shanhe asked Kong Wenjie, "In this way, we will help the common people and the Lan family, right?"

"Yes, Xiaomin's condition is quite serious, but there are no symptoms of violent epilepsy. I plan to start with drawings, hoping to help him recover enough to be able to communicate with his family!"

"Shanhe, Aunt Kong thanks you this time. Thank you for caring about people with autism."

Over the past twenty years, he has lived in isolation for many days. Perhaps he needs to do more to heal himself.