“Autism is actually pretty good.”

Wang Xincheng smiled and said, "When I left, Dafu looked reluctant to leave."

"It's good, it's good, it's good, I'm content."

But Wang Xincheng's father is so heartbreaking.

Are you content, is it okay?

Fortunately, he died of illness, and Dafu will not be sad or reluctant to let it go, because Dafu lives in his own world, so he doesn't have to worry.

Dean Liu glanced at Wang Xincheng, then gently patted his shoulder.

After that, it was a one-man show by Wang Xincheng.

When he returned home, Wang Xincheng looked at the furnishings at home, things belonging to Dafu, and traces of Dafu.

His only son sat in front of a chair and drank water.

There is only him and the desk in the camera.

The audience could see that Wang Xincheng was lonely and lonely at this time, and he did not cry on his face.

But his heart was crying.
Chapter completed!