++Autistic boy
Wushui Town was quiet and dim with the warm yellow lights. There was a little boy sitting at the door of the courtyard. His name was Sang Zhi. There was no other child of the same age to play with. He just held his only teddy bear and sat blankly under the sycamore tree at the door of the courtyard. The busy parents in the courtyard were organizing items needed for the New Year. People who came in and out would look at the little boy and then left with a little regret. Sang Zhi was not interested in these things because he had his own little world.
