~： The second year story 028, the world of aphasia

The idiot glanced at the little girl, turned her head without any response, and looked at Campa. The mirrors stopped spinning after Principal Campa took a few photos. However, this does not mean that the matter is over. Campa asked the idiot to put the bread on several other completely different machines and conduct various inspections. During this period, the bread gradually changed from excitement to fear, and from fear to crying. She began to drag the idiot's clothes and refused to let go, and buried her head in his chest sobbing. The idiot had spent a lot of energy before digging her out of her arms and stuffing her into those instruments.

The two-hour inspection passed in the sobbing of Little Bread. After everything was over, the little girl was tired from crying and fell asleep again in the arms of the idiot. Even in her sleep, her hands are still tightly gripping the idiot's clothes. It seems that she really doesn't want to be "abandoned" anymore.

Principal Campa sorted out various data, gathered them into various pictures and charts, and looked at them bit by bit. Fifteen minutes later, the old man sighed and looked away from the chart. The idiot knew that he had finished watching.

"Okay, let's talk about the reasons."

"………………………………”

"To be honest, there seem to be many reasons why this child can't speak. I will tell you one by one."

The idiot nodded silently, and sat back on the stool with the tearful bread.

"The first point is the child's illness. According to my observations, she was severely malnourished during the first few days of her birth, plus a high fever, right?"

The idiot thought for a moment, and nodded again. When she first got this girl, she really had a high fever, and she still had a fever for two days and two nights. As for malnutrition, it's even more okay. It's a joke that he can still be nutritious in his life as a ditch mouse.

Seeing that he was right, Campa shook his head regretfully: "All aspects of the body of the newborn baby have not been fully developed. The muscles of the larynx are not healthy. Malnutrition and diseases have greatly hindered her vocal cord development. The integrity of her. This is the first factor that caused her to be unable to speak now."

"The second point, I guess it comes from her psychological factors. This child has been frightened too many times since she was born. Don't think she knows nothing when she is young. This kind of fright is easier for younger children. Caused harm. This kind of fright hindered her brain's maturity in controlling language. It did no harm to her intelligence, but it caused a great obstacle to language function."

This idiot also agrees that the world of blizzards is different from the world in the greenhouse, and danger is always accompanied by fear. During this period of time, Xiao Bao has been frightened a lot.

………………Ok? Saying like this... Isn't that...? ? ?

Campa glanced at him, and from those slightly sad eyes, the old man could also see what the child was thinking. He patted the armrest of the chair and said--

"And the last and most important point is... the educational factor."

The idiot suddenly raised his head and looked at Campa.

"Infants don’t need to learn to walk, just like young fish don’t need to learn to swim, young birds don’t need to learn to fly, and deer cubs don’t need to learn to run. Humans can walk, which is an instinct. After a certain amount of time, she will walk naturally. Up."

"But the point of'speaking' is different. If the child is not taught, she will not speak for a long time."

"I just said that her vocal cords and nerves controlling language have been damaged due to various reasons, but these damages can actually be remedied. As long as the people around her can talk to her more, she can. Through the efforts of the day after tomorrow, learn how to pronounce and how to master the language from the mouth shape of the person she is talking to. But..."

Campa glanced at the idiot. He was now bowing his head, his eyes covered by thick black hair.

"How many things did the closest person around her say to her every day? You say, idiot."

The idiot is a taciturn person. In addition to freezing his face into an iceberg, the long and dangerous life also made him develop the habit of putting everything in his stomach no matter what he thought of. In a world where there is no morality, no law, no family, friendship, love, and only interests, it is the best invisibility cloak and the best weapon.

Looking at the sleeping little girl in her arms, the idiot began to ask herself...how many words did she say to her in a day?

Is there a hundred sentences?

...50 sentences?

............ Ten sentences?

………………Five sentences?

Or... none of the three sentences?

In his memory, I am afraid that there are not many experiences of saying three sentences with Xiao Bao in a day. More often, he was able to spend day after day without saying a word. This is his habit. More often than not, the buzzing in the bun's mouth was ten times more than what he had said. If she is not taught to speak, it is even more natural.

This girl can't talk...because of...me...

The idiot understands and understands. After understanding and clear, he raised his head, and those eyes began to fix on Campa. Even if there is still no expression on his face, Campa can know what he wants to say now.

"Don't look at me, although I am a doctor, it doesn't mean that I can reverse any situation. It's too late now, and this child may not be able to speak for the rest of his life. Unless..."

"……………………"

"Huh. Unless you can take good care of her, she is only eighteen months old now and is still growing up. Talk to her more at the same time, which will not only let her know how you talked, but also Cultivate her sense of security for you and let her know that no matter how terrible things are, as long as you are there, they will never be terrible. Besides, although it may not make much sense, you can buy some precious medicines, such as Let her eat something that strengthens her throat."

"But, fire dragon tongue is generally used by opera actors, especially when famous opera actors use it to protect their throats. The price is very expensive. Even the cheapest one may cost more than 1,000 sura. If you can afford it , Just go buy it."

The words of Principal Campa are over here. No more, no less, the bell of two o'clock struck at this moment. Campa turned off the machines, opened the door, and said, "Okay, you can go. Miss Quirin needs an assistant in class. Today is the last class of the semester. I hope you won't be late."

After speaking, Principal Campa left the room without looking back, patted the cloak on his body, and left.

In the melodious bells, the idiot lowered his head, silently watching the sleeping bread. Her hand still held her clothes tightly, and she showed a small smiling face in her sleep, with white foam blowing in her mouth. The idiot raised her hand and wiped away the bubbles for her. The little girl felt that someone was touching herself, and stretched affectionately in her sleep——

"Woo~~~Woo~~~~~~"

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Buy fire dragon tongue... more than a thousand sura.

This price is for idiots and mice in the ditch without even thinking about it.

In the last class of this semester, the idiot was sitting on a stool next to the blackboard holding bread. He tilted his head, thinking carefully about the problem he was facing now.

How long does it take to earn this thousand Sura? I'm afraid I can't do it even if I sell myself. But think about it from another angle, what if it is not to make money, but to steal and grab?

(Quilin: Classmates, today is your last class at the end of your first semester. So... please be quiet for me!)

Well, stealing and snatching seem to be good. Fengchushacheng is different from Senag, very wealthy, and the people here are much less alert. If you really want to start, you can. That being said, I should select a few suitable families in advance to step on.

(Quilin: Okay, let's get to know the concept of "task" first... Damn, which stinky kid threw the rubber! Stand up for the old lady!)

Hmm...no. One thousand Sura is too big. It is difficult to guarantee failure if you start repeatedly. Once caught, he will definitely be killed. Moreover, the number of thefts increases, and it is inevitable that people will know how they started, and they will be easily caught. If you think about it that way... yes, fraud. No, no, maybe it’s more convenient to steal one’s magic crystal card first and then defraud the other’s password.

(Quilin: You brats, let me hear clearly! Don’t think that this semester is over after the exam! Yes, I really can’t master your credits now, but if you don’t understand the concept of "task" When you know what to do, come and beg me again and I won’t care!)

No, no, and not very safe. If you cheat, your appearance will be more or less exposed to the opponent. To be safe, it is better not to do this. Hmm... you have to get a lot of money from the other party at once without revealing your identity... By the way, after you get the password, you can kill the other party. This method is good, the dead can't speak and can't prove me. Then there are two questions to think about. First, how to cheat the password from the other party. Second, how to deal with the dead bodies. Just think about these two points, and that's it.

(Quilin: Are you quiet? Okay, let's continue the class. The so-called "task" means...)

(A male student: Queen of Ghosts~~~! I heard that you took the initiative to strike up a conversation with the eldest son of the Seth family, the handsome guy in the university department, but you were avoided by the other party as if to avoid the plague, right?)

(All students: hahahahaha!)

(Click. Quilin makes the sound of breaking chalk in her hand.)