PPS Chapter 6

Chapter 6: Gift

Gu Yusen knew about Chu Zhaoyi’s “dog habit”: once he started painting, he lost all sense of time and didn’t like being disturbed.

Just like before, if he wasn’t supervised, he could stay in the studio for days without coming out.

Gu Yusen thought about it for a long, long time and locked the bathroom door in the studio. He also moved the water dispenser outside.

He didn’t care how Chu Zhaoyi’s parents raised him before. When he raised a child, regardless of whether they had autism or not, they had to interact with the outside world.

Staying in a dilapidated studio all day…

Even if they weren’t sick, they would be forced into sickness.

Now Chu Zhaoyi had to come out every so often to take care of his physiological needs, and the housekeeper would also be watching for any movement to make sure he was okay.

So, after a while, Chu Zhaoyi pushed the door open and came out.

He ran into Officer Liu head-on and was stunned.

Oh right… he forgot.

Chu Zhaoyi waved and greeted Officer Liu, “Hello, Officer Liu. I was just painting and forgot you were coming.”

Officer Liu smiled and shook his head, meaning it was okay.

But Chu Zhaoyi turned around and went back into the studio. Officer Liu politely stood at the door and looked inside through the doorway.

The studio was beautiful. It was the room with the best sunlight, and the sunlight shone through the window, directly onto the easel in the center.

The half-finished work on the easel was a scene. He couldn’t quite make out what it was, but even a layman like him could tell that the painter was highly skilled.

Sure enough, among children with autism, some people displayed exceptional talent in specific areas.

According to their investigation, the Chu family didn’t seem to have hired a special teacher to teach Chu Zhaoyi how to paint. He had taught himself.

And before the Gao Kao, no one knew that Chu Zhaoyi could paint. It was when he went back to school to handle some matters and was waiting for his mother alone in the office…

Out of boredom, he picked up some paper and started drawing, and his homeroom teacher saw it.

According to the homeroom teacher, this child hadn’t been coming to school often due to psychological issues, but his grades on every exam were pretty good. Although he wasn’t the best, he was still in the top fifty in the entire grade.

The teacher lamented this and advised his mother to let Chu Zhaoyi study with the class, saying he would definitely achieve better grades.

But his mother said she was worried about Chu Zhaoyi at school because he had been bullied when he was younger.

The homeroom teacher sighed, feeling it was a case of talent wasted by fate.

So, when he saw Chu Zhaoyi’s paintings, he got excited. If he was good at this, taking the art exam would be no problem!

Or he could get a special admission to some universities. Getting into A University shouldn’t be a problem.

So, Chu Zhaoyi’s special admission to A University was thanks to this homeroom teacher.

Officer Liu felt that something was strange about this, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was.

Before he could think more about it, Chu Zhaoyi came out holding a painting and held it up in front of Officer Liu.

The scene in the painting was the police station. It showed Officer Liu and several other police officers talking together, and some female police officers nearby were chatting and laughing.

On the side, there was a woman hurrying along, holding a file, her face full of pain and anxiety.

He remembered this woman. She was the one whose child had gone missing that day, and she had rushed into their police office area in a panic.

Chu Zhaoyi was also there that day, sitting quietly on the side.

He hadn’t expected him to paint this scene, and in the painting, there were over a dozen people, each with vivid and realistic expressions, including the woman’s expression, making people unconsciously feel anxious and fearful for her.

No wonder he was specially admitted to A University.

“Gift.”

“Thank you police uncles, aunts, older brothers, and older sisters for your help these past few days. This is a gift.”

The child held up his painting like a treasure, offering it to others.

Like a kitten tilting its head up, asking for praise.