Chapter 528: Boy in the attic

Morin clumsily grabbed two chopsticks and looked at her at a loss.
Su Mu held his hand again, "Look, put your index finger here, put your thumb here, and put your other fingers under this... Just move it when you clamp something. Just try it. ?"
Morin did what he said, although he was the first time he was exposed to such things as chopsticks, but his talent for learning was very strong. The first time he used it in practice was still unfamiliar, but the second time, the third time... Use it better than once.
She heartily praised, "Molin, you are so powerful, you learn so fast."
Morin can be said to be a model of indignity. Whether he is scolded by others or Sumu boasted him, he can keep his face intact without even changing his eyelids.
Mo Lin, a teenager, seems to have a kind of elegance and nobility from his bones. Between his every move, everyone seems to be admirable. Su Mu looked at him for dinner and couldn’t help but ask,
I’m not saying I’ll take it Did you leave together? Why did you decide not to leave later?"
"This is my home, I like it here." His voice is too cold, and it clearly makes people feel that this sentence is perfunctory, but his perfunctory performance is too obvious, and people start to endure. Can't help self doubt.
Su Mu's forehead jumped. If Molin was a patient in this hospital, she couldn't help but wonder if Molin had any masochistic psychosis, otherwise how could he tell what is his home here, he Love the nonsense here?
She restrained her desire to vomit, and then perseveredly persuaded: "Mo Lin, the people here are not good to you, will I take you away from here?"
"Not good." Morin finished eating and put the box of chopsticks aside. He said seriously: "I am only suitable for living alone, group life is not for me."
Su Mu was speechless.
Mo Lin suddenly asked Sumu, "Can you write?"
"I know how."
"Then teach me how to write."
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In this hospital, no one taught him common sense, and no one would do anything to teach him to learn books.
Su Mu was stunned by the sudden words for a while. She grabbed one of his hands and said, "I didn't bring paper and pen, or... I'll teach you to spell your name first?"
He nodded, feeling the slight itch in the palm of his hand. This subtle sensation of itching penetrated into the blood through the skin, and then as the blood flowed all over the body, it made people feel that they were all wrong and his mood seemed to be affected by this mysterious feeling. Dominate.
"M-O-R-I-N..." Su Mu said slowly: "Morin, this is your name."
He looked down at the palm of his hand and said nothing.
Su Mu asked again: "Can you write now?"
He nodded, learning what she looked like, holding one of her hands, and slowly spelled "Morin" on her palm.
Su Mu said with a smile: "You're so powerful, just read it and write it."
"What is your name?" he asked, "how should you write in your words."
"This is a bit more difficult..." Su Mu slowly wrote the word "Su Mu" in his palm. "Our text is not spelled out with letters. For you, writing should be more difficult."
"I practice every day."
Su Mu nodded, "Well, if you practice every day, you will write your name."
"I will practice every day..." He slowly clenched his open palm into a fist. "Write your name."
Su Mu stayed.