Chapter 359 Moms of Autistic Children (57)

   He held a glass ball in his hand, it shone dazzlingly, Gu Jiamu stared intently, attracted by the light there.

   He didn't seem to hear any movement here, nor could he see Yin Yin lying on the ground, bleeding profusely.

   The phone was on the ground between him and Gu Jia, Yin Yin couldn't hook it, and Gu Jiamu didn't go to get it.

   "Mumu, Mumu..." Yin Yin called out Gu Jiamu's name, but she didn't have the strength, she thought her voice was loud, but she could only hear it herself.

  's vision became more and more blurred, and his eyes were white and black, and his body was completely cold. Gu Jiamu never took a look here.

   In the end, Yin Yin couldn't hold it anymore and closed his eyes.

   She doesn't blame Mumu, she knows that children with autism are such a situation.

   They will only stay in their own world, cut off from everything outside, they don't communicate with anyone, and they don't see anyone, no matter if that person is a stranger or someone who loves him.

   She really doesn't blame Mumu.

   She was just a little sad, her body died in this world, and she couldn't accompany them any longer.

   Hope they don't feel so sad.

   Yin Yin closed his eyes and passed out.

  The world seemed to be silent at this moment.

   Outside the alley, it was very lively, with a lot of people talking. In the alley, Yin Yin was lying on the ground in a coma, and Gu Jiamu was standing not far away, holding a glass ball in his hand.

   Time doesn't know how long has passed, maybe a long time, or maybe just a moment.

  Gu Jiamu moved.

  's slender eyelashes trembled, he looked away from the glass ball he had always loved, turned his head slowly, and landed exactly on Yin Yin on the ground.

   That large smear of blood caught his eye, dyeing his clear eyes red.

  The glass ball fell to the ground, Gu Jiamu walked over and murmured "Mom, Mom".

   Only this time, no one responded.

   Memories flooded into his mind, as did bits and pieces of language.

  The old man was lying on the ground covered in blood.

  Mobile phone, injury, medical treatment.

   Gu Jiamu seemed to wake up suddenly, he picked up the mobile phone that fell on the ground, entered the password easily, and opened the address book line.

  Yin Yin used to play piano music to Gu Jiamu on his mobile phone many times. Although he has never played with a mobile phone, he has high intelligence and remembers everything that should be remembered.

   He had also seen Yin Yin calling his father.

   Bai Nen's little finger pressed lightly, and the phone was quickly connected, and soon came the man's clear and cheerful voice.

   "Yinyin, why did you call me, did you miss me?"

   "Dad, Dad." Gu Jiamu's lips moved, his voice soft and waxy, he opened his mouth to call Dad, but he didn't seem to have any emotion, and his eyes were still calm.

  In the office, Gu Shian, who thought he would hear his wife's voice, heard it.

  The son called Dad, which should have been a happy thing, but somehow, Gu Shian was a little uneasy.

   "Mumu, where's mom?" Gu Shian asked, his hand tightening on the phone.

   On the other side, came the son's clear voice: "Mom, injured, blood, help."

   A few simple words are enough for Gu Shian to think of.

   Yin Yin was injured and bleeding and needed medical treatment.

   At that moment, Gu Shian's head seemed to explode suddenly, blank, but he was shaking uncontrollably.

   "Mumu, where are you? Can mom answer the phone?"

   (end of this chapter)