Zhou Mo's Weekend

"Mild to moderate autistic female × high needs but restrained male" Zhou Mo has autism, also called autism. The biggest misunderstanding people have about her is that she enjoys solitude. Otherwise. She really wants to make friends. When she was a child, she couldn't speak and could only express her wishes with her body. As a result, she was regarded as a bad child, violent and rude, and could only huddle in a corner and play with herself. When she grew up, she was socially awkward and expected her classmates to take the initiative to communicate with her, but they avoided her because she was a time bomb and could have an emotional breakdown at any time. She was like a lonely ghost, huddled in the corner of the classroom, year after year. On the first day of high school, she was still huddled in the corner, with no expectations for her new classmates. They would not interact, except that their names were similar. My deskmate calls me weekend. Unexpectedly, he always smiled at her on weekends and said, "If the power goes out at night, can you please don't leave me? I'm afraid of the dark." For the first time she was needed. It feels so good. * Everyone has the same view of the weekend: almost a perfect gentleman, always responsive to all requests. Weekend felt ridiculous and pathetic, this was just an empty shell he used to disguise himself. Zhou Mo had the same idea as everyone else, but never asked him for anything. He is the first person besides his mother who understands her, and he even understands her better than her mother. She liked him, so she secretly observed—— He was always smiling, gentle and courteous, helping people here and there. It was very tiring, and she wanted to do her best to help him share some of the burden. This was her way of loving, never saying too much. That day, Zhou Mo saw the unbearable side of the weekend. "You don't have to worry about it!" This was the first and only time he said harsh words to her during the weekend. She felt sour and secretly wiped away tears. The weekend disappeared and the countryside was dark at night. She hurriedly searched for him and saw him sitting in the field, looking up at the stars. She sat quietly and spent the night with him. "Miss Zhou Mo... What should I do?" Weekend looked at her, tears swaying in his eyes like out-of-focus spots, "I feel like I'm going to lose you." She doesn't understand. "Everyone who knows I'm not a good person is leaving me." She felt the intense sadness, her butterfly hands flew up, and she murmured: "Want... A hug?" Whenever she has a meltdown, a hug helps her release the stress. Perhaps, it is also applicable now. But she can't stand physical contact with anyone, except her mother. Yes, she pushed people away, far away. "Dislike it?" Zhou Xing's eyes turned red again. "It's so... So exciting." "It's you who said it, you have to be responsible for me." Not suspense, not strategy, just a love story between an ordinary e-sports person and an ordinary illustrator Although the copy mentions the countryside, it is not a local story. ☆Demining: Pure love, but it looks like lemon sparkling water, but is actually buttery cream soup. ☆Instructions before reading: 1. Make it up, make it up, don't think too much, there is no prototype, please don't compare. 2. The opening chapter is about being married and reminiscing. 3. An atypical cookie, not light-hearted, with a campus background, but not a traditional campus novel, or not a campus novel at all! ! ! ! ! Short story~ 4. The male and female protagonists are not related by blood, they just have the same surname and the same pronunciation. 5. My understanding of autistic people may be superficial or stereotyped. If this offends me, I am very sorry! Take a bow here! 2026.7.2 18:05 Intention: There is no obstacle that cannot be overcome