She used to force Guo Qianfan to run around. Guo Qianfan did not resist because of Aunt Guo's orders, but his cold eyes were full of reluctance.

After that, Guo Qianfan was like a little tail, falling behind Fan Tuan. No matter where Fan Tuan went, he would never leave.

It was at this moment that Fan Tuan vaguely realized that there was something wrong with Guo Qianfan.

He is too clingy.

No, he is not just clingy, he has no sense of boundaries at all. If Fan Tuan hadn't strongly requested him, he might even be able to follow him to the toilet.

It wasn't until Fan Tuan complained to his aunt once and unexpectedly saw her covering her face and crying that she realized the reason.

Asperger syndrome.

Social impairment, inability to empathize, inability to understand social rules, and weak motor ability are a form of high-functioning autism.

He was a genius, and he had already begun to show signs of it at that time, but his differences from others were gradually revealed as he came into contact with Fan Tuan.

After so many years, Fan Tuan saw that he was no different from ordinary people, but he did not dare to ask how his condition was.

She is the least qualified person to ask.

As the motorcycle was speeding, Fan Tuan could feel his back leaning against Guo Qianfan's chest, and he could feel his heart beating so fast that it was scary.

She slowed down the car, but it didn't get better.

"Are you scared?" She had not seen Qianfan for so many years. She no longer understood Qianfan at all, so she could only ask loudly, "If you are scared, you can hold me."

The word "not afraid" stuck in Guo Qianfan's throat. After a while, he stretched out his hands and carefully grasped both sides of her T-shirt. His curled-up knuckles could touch her waist.

That is by no means a soft waist, the waist line has the strength of muscles, and her exposed forearms are also incredibly strong.

Guo Qianfan's face hidden under his helmet felt as hot as burning, and the corners of his lips could not help but rise. He smiled exaggeratedly, and clumsily pursed his lips to restrain himself.

It took him a long time to learn how to control facial muscles and how to imitate small expressions, but now he had lost all his efforts and could not contain the joy on his face at all.

"Tuantuan." He whispered, knowing that the noise of the traffic and the roaring engine would cover everything up, "Can you always take me with you?"

After a pause, he whispered again: "Thank you Tuantuan."

He was immersed complacently in his own world, his hands holding Fan Tuan's T-shirt tighter and tighter, his eyes staring straight at the person in front of him, and he couldn't get enough of it.

However, the little secret he thought no one knew was soon revealed to the fan group by readers in the comment area.

[Guo Qianfan is so cute. He is performing a small theater in the back and is so cute that he doesn’t dare to let the fans hear him!]

[After checking, people with Asperger syndrome can’t have the same emotions as normal people. He appears normal now because he imitates, but it’s just on the surface.]

[In other words, it is very likely that he does not understand his current expression and behavior, but he just did it when he saw others doing it. 】

[It’s so miserable...I want to know what happened between him and Fan Tuan before.]

Fan Tuan took these things in his peripheral vision and said nothing, pretending not to know.

Not long after, the motorcycle stopped in front of a boxing gym.

The boxing gym has not been open for a long time, and there are all kinds of small advertisements posted on the iron door, which is covered with dust.

Fan Tuan got out of the car, skillfully took out the key from the dilapidated light box next to it, opened the rolling shutter door a crack, and motioned for Guo Qianfan to go in first.

After watching Guo Qianfan go in, she leaned down and got in, closed the door from the inside and inserted the latch.

As soon as the door was closed, it was pitch dark inside, and he couldn't see his fingers. Guo Qianfan's breathing became rapid, and he reached for his cell phone in a panic, trying to turn on the flashlight.

But his hands were shaking so much that he dropped the phone on the ground as soon as he took it out, making a loud noise that caused an echo.

"Yes, I'm sorry..." His knees softened, and his outstretched hand was suddenly held by Fan Tuan.

"I'm here." She naturally took his hand and held it tightly in her palm like she did when she was a child. "It's okay. I'll take you to turn on the light."

Guo Qianfan suddenly returned to his childhood, those nights when the power was cut off due to thunderstorms.

Fan Tuan was like this at that time, holding his hand, not disdainful of his pitiful appearance of trembling in panic, and leading him to find a candle.

Every time at this time, her understatement of "I'm here" became a good medicine to soothe Qianfan.

Feeling Qianfan's body stop trembling, Fan Tuan felt mixed emotions. After so many years, she thought that this trick of coaxing children was no longer useful, but she didn't expect that it was still the same as before.

So how did Guo Qianfan survive the power outage nights all these years?

He was so afraid of the dark, afraid that his aunt would not be able to control him, afraid that he would scream at the top of his lungs, and afraid that his breathing would become short of oxygen.

How did he get here alone after so many years?

Fan Tuan held his hand, not daring to think about how much water was mixed in that "very good" sentence. He could only pull him forward slowly, walked to a floor lamp, and pressed the switch.

In the huge boxing gym, only the floor lamp in the middle was still powered, and the dim light enveloped the boxing ring. Other than that, the rest of the place was still dark.

No one has been here for a long time. She secretly assigned the key to the rolling shutter door, stuffed it into the keyhole with clay, and then molded it out.

Guo Qianfan looked at the boxing ring. There was so much dust here, but the boxing ring and the sandbags on it were spotless. Fan Tuan must come here often.

"I'm going to practice, just wait for me here." Fan Tuan let go of his hand, pretending not to see the grievance in his eyes and his frozen hands, and jumped straight onto the boxing ring.

In the dim light, she did a few simple warm-ups, and then began to hit the sandbag. The sixty-seventy-kilogram sandbag shook with her attacks, and the amplitude was so large that it showed how fast her power was.

Guo Qianfan obediently sat down cross-legged, staring at her without blinking, noticing every move, every expression, and even every drop of sweat on her forehead.

He had seen her boxing countless times, but she didn't know it.

When he looked at her in the boxing ring, he remembered her standing in front of him when he was a child, punching the children who bullied him.

In fact, it didn't matter. He said every time that it didn't really matter how those people treated him. He didn't feel anything at all.

But she was not happy when Fan Tuan said that she had a relationship, and she didn't want to see him being bullied.

Guo Qianfan looked at Fan Tuan and really wanted to ask, why was she no longer around him when he was not being bullied?

I don't know how long it took, but Fan Tuan finally jumped off the boxing ring to rest. Facing Guo Qianfan's earnest gaze, she subconsciously reached out and rubbed his head.

After rubbing it, he took back his hand in panic, his consciousness returned, and he almost bit his tongue.

"Why don't you like talking to me anymore?" Guo Qianfan looked up at her, "You used to like talking to me."

Fan Tuan was silent. She was indeed a talkative person. She could silence the teacher in class, but now when facing Qian Fan, she could not utter a single word.

Only guilt remains.

"Don't you like talking to me?" Guo Qianfan asked her.

She shook her head subconsciously: "No, I don't like it."

Guo Qianfan stood up. He was a head taller than Fan Tuan, especially since he was so close, Fan Tuan could only see his collar.

He reached out, held Fan Tuan's hands as before, awkwardly held her in his arms, and then said cautiously: "Then can you talk to me more?"

"I haven't talked to you for a long time."

The heavy guilt made Fan Tuan breathless. She did not struggle and allowed Guo Qianfan to do such an inappropriate behavior, knowing that he was just trying to express something with his actions.

I don't know how much time passed, but Fan Tuan said with a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to leave you."

She had to go and couldn't look back.

She had to leave Guo Qianfan in that cold winter without even giving her a chance to say goodbye.

Because her surname is Fan.

That year, the anti-narcotics policeman who was tortured to death by his captors also had a surname of Fan.

"Don't cry." Guo Qianfan put his head on top of her head and patted her back again and again, "I don't blame you, I have never blamed you."

In an instant, Fan Tuan's tense emotions collapsed like a breached embankment. His heart, which was as hard as iron just a moment ago, suddenly became completely soft and tears poured out.
Chapter completed!