Autism

Also known as "GUDUZHENG" [Those who have been traumatized by their original family* Those who are active in perfect families* Those who have lost their father's love and are disabled] Three people redeem each other x sweet toothache x psychological healing Prologue copy: Lu Ji stood in front of the door of his room, his mother's words seeping into the cracks of the door like ice mist, numbingly cold. "Trash, everything is ruined." The voice was hoarse and sharp, as if it was tearing apart the air, and even the floating dust was frozen in mid-air, daring not to fall. My father was still slumped on the old sofa in the living room, holding his face in one hand and lowering his head, as silent as a stone statue. The world collapsed around him, but he remained motionless, as if he had been cut off from the world. The mother's curses came like a flood: "Why is it like this? Apart from gambling and drinking, what else can you do? From now on we..." Suddenly, my father slammed the empty beer bottle to the ground. The glass exploded, splinters scattered, and a dazzling cold light burst out under the pale light. The mother's voice broke suddenly, and then turned into suppressed sobs. Trembling and broken, like a candle in the wind, flickering and flickering. "You're always like this..." She choked with sobs, and every word was like a knife, "I really owe you in my previous life. Let's get a divorce!" The phrase "divorce" was like a cold blade stabbing straight into the chest. Lu Ji's heart was beating wildly, but his breathing seemed to be filled with ice water, heavy and suffocating. She subconsciously clenched the doorknob, her knuckles turning white, but her body felt empty and numb, as if her soul had long been withdrawn. His legs suddenly lost strength, and his body slowly slid along the door panel. Her vision began to blur—darkness came from all directions, engulfing her both gently and cruelly. The quarrel outside the house was still going on, but it seemed as if everything was separated and as far away as a world away. The next morning, the sun slanted through the window, awakening her consciousness from the dreamless abyss. There was silence inside and outside the room, except for the dust floating silently in the beam of light. The living room was empty, and the remaining glass shards on the floor reflected coldly, as if mocking the hustle and bustle of last night. It was as if everything had never happened, the world had long forgotten her, it was terrifyingly quiet and completely indifferent. Purpose: Self-salvation of people from native families