Chapter 281 Qualitative Leap
The little mute doesn't need to go to the front line to look for it.
Because she had seen her son in her hazy tears.
A child, who was only eight years old, had a very big head and a very small body under the radiation relationship.
And I can't even speak, just like a little mute.
The little mute used to be so anxious that she hated her more than once, why was she radiated to the point of no sound?
If she has a voice, she will at least teach her how to pronounce it when raising her son.
Maybe it was because she couldn't make a sound.
So her son couldn't speak in the wasteland.
There is also the development of IQ very slowly due to radiation.
This made the little mute's son look like an autistic child with severe IQ disabilities.
But now her son is wearing a brand new goose yellow cotton coat and is carrying a basket in his hand.
He followed a group of children, squatting slowly on the ground, picking up the rice ears falling from the ground.
This picture is something that the little mute has never seen before.
Is this her son?
Why has the little mute never discovered that his son can do such a thing?
Even compared to the other strangely disabled children, her son's ability is quite good. "Have you found your son?" Shi Yuebai looked at the excited expression on the little mute's face.
She gestured desperately at Shi Yuebai, and her hands were about to make a afterimage.
Shi Yuebai couldn't understand and just nodded and said, "Since you have found your son, then you can stay here and harvest all the rice in this area?" >"You work here and you can see your son for a few hours every day."
The little mute looked at Shi Yuebai again in shock.
She stopped her hand, which was gesticking desperately.
In fact, she just wanted to tell Shi Yuebai that she always thought that her son had poor abilities, and with her son's ability, she would definitely not be able to find a bite of food to eat in the future.
In the wasteland, if she and Ye Honglang are both dead, she is going to take her son with her.
In fact, there are many people who have the same ideas as the little mute.
But now, looking at her son, he can walk and jump, and his limbs are intact, but he looks a little lacking in IQ.
The little mute felt that life might not be as bad as she thought.
What's more, most of the baskets in the hands of other children are empty.
But the bamboo basket in her son's hand had already picked up a thin layer of rice ears.
If her son could stay here to pick up rice ears, it would be considered a labor force.
The little mute looked at Shi Yuebai uneasy.
She gestured desperately again.
She wanted to tell Shi Yuebai that her son would stay here.
As long as Shi Yuebai can keep her son here, she will be willing to do whatever she wants her to do.
This is a good place, not the horrible cannibal team they had imagined before.
Shi Yuebai was not as cruel or bad as they thought.
The little mute had begging in his eyes.
Shi Yuebai frowned and decided not to guess what the little mute wanted to express.
She turned around, left the little mute and left here.
Actually, the little mute stays here to harvest rice, and her workload will not be easier than building a wall.
It is even possible that the little mute's work intensity will be greater.
After all, if the walls are not stacked, there is nothing to put there.
Just wait until you have time to pile up. But if the rice is not harvested for a day, the rice will grow everywhere.
It is even very likely that the original vegetable field will be squeezed into a mess.
The little mute looked at Shi Yuebai's back with tears in his eyes.
Although Shi Yuebai didn't understand what she wanted to express, she could only save her son's life.
And let her son live so well.
The little mute is already very grateful to Shi Yuebai.
When Shi Yuebai left and disappeared, the little mute turned to look at his son.
Her son had already stood up and walked slowly and clumsyly to a plastic box.
The little mute watched his son pour some rice ears picked up from the basket into the plastic box.
Some of the remaining children can't even walk.
A child was lying on the ground and grabbed one of her son's pants legs as the little mute son passed by.
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The little mute just looked at it, and his son lowered his head, looked at the child lying on the ground with a slow movement and full of doubt.
For a long time.
The child who was lying on the ground didn't speak for a long time.
Maybe he is also using his only language function and racking his brains to express his meaning.
After a long time, the child on the ground stretched out the bamboo basket in his hand.
He actually picked up some rice ears, although he didn't pick up more than the little mute's son.
It's just because he was lying on the ground and couldn't climb anymore.
I just wanted to ask the little mute son to do a favor.
The little mute thought her son would not pay attention to the child on the ground. After all, her son looked more like an autistic child.
How could I know that my son has been staring at the child on the ground.
Ten minutes have passed.
The child on the ground also stubbornly held the basket in his hand.
Ten minutes later, the little mute's son moved slightly.
He stretched out his hand, took the bamboo basket handed over by the child on the ground, turned around and poured the small rice ears from the bamboo basket into the plastic box.
When seeing this scene, the little mute's heart beat wildly.
The biggest difference between autistic children and ordinary children is that they cannot establish connections with the outside world.
The little mute had wanted to communicate with his son countless times.
But her son didn't react to her at all.
Now her son actually understood the meaning of the child on the ground.
And helped him as the child on the ground thought.
This is a qualitative leap for the little mute's son.
After standing there, jumping and jumping for a few minutes, the little mute looked at her son with tears in his eyes, and continued to pick up rice ears with the basket in his hand.
The child who had been crawling on the ground had been resting for a while and then followed the little mute.
The child was not very good at speaking, but compared to the little mute son, he was completely silent.
The child who is crawling has more words in his mind.
He would pull the little mute's son and point to the mud on the ground, and there must be rice ears hidden.
Although the little mute's son understood slowly, he would use his little finger to pick the rice ears falling from the mud after a few minutes, according to the child on the ground.
Only then did the little mute realize that it was not her son who would stay in his own world.
But these children have their own pace of growth.
As long as you give them time and a stable day, they will grow up slowly.