MTL - The Luck Child is Fascinated By Me-Chapter 18
What is the most terrifying thing in the world we live in?
Not birth, old age, sickness and death, not even gods and ghosts.
but outliers.
Non-my family, its heart must be different.
The most unacceptable thing for people is that you are different from them.
When He Zhijun woke up, Xinghe was still in his arms.
Soft black hair spreads out.
"Isn't it uncomfortable to hold down the braids?"
He Zhijun carefully pulled Xiao Jiu Jiu out.
Kissing Xinghe's fleshy side face, He Zhijun gently pulled away the quilt and got out of bed.
Get dressed and sit in the music room.
He Zhijun stared blankly at the piano in front of him.
In the familiar black and white world, he can no longer find the inspiration of the past.
It's like an ink painting has been dripped with paint.
"It's been a long time since I couldn't write a work."
He bit his thumb anxiously.
He wanted to create the turbulent black sea, but he thought of the sparkling blue creek in Xinghe's pen.
I want to swim in the black and white forest, listen to the silence, and think of the fiery sunset in the galaxy painting, the smoke from the cooking shrouds the brick house, and the family gathers to enjoy dinner together.
He Zhijun's black and white world is no longer pure.
He also lost his unique style.
"If you can't write music, what will you do to support you?"
He Zhijun was in pain.
"Crack! Crack!"
He Zhijun quickly came out of the house when he heard the knock on the door.
Open the door.
Mother He held the thermos cup and smiled brightly.
"Daughter-in-law! Get up so early!"
He patted He Zhijun on the shoulder hard, and Mother He got in.
"Where's my son? Is he still sleeping?"
After looking around for a while, Mama He put her eyes on He Zhijun in disappointment.
"Mom made soup for you, but you can make it up."
"You are young, you still have to pay attention to your body."
Mother He winked and poured He Zhijun a bowl of soup.
"Drink now, and keep the rest for my son."
He Zhijun took the bowl and drank it silently.
"What's wrong?"
Mother He noticed that He Zhijun was in a wrong mood.
"Didn't Xinghe take care of your feelings? I listened yesterday..."
Guiltily shut up, Mama He smirked.
"I can't write anything."
He Zhijun put away the bowl and sat on the sofa.
"Everything before me seems to be false."
"After getting to know Xinghe and seeing the real color."
"I just felt it deeply."
"It turns out that I am really different from everyone."
He Zhijun picked up the apple on the tea table.
"Like now, I know it's red and I've seen red."
"How can I calmly write it into the black and white world?"
Mother He was a little stunned.
"You mean? You can see the color?"
"Only when you see the galaxy."
He Zhijun lowered his head.
what do I do?
"Then go find your own style again."
Mother He calmed down and quickly accepted it all.
Gently stroked the top of He Zhijun's head, Mama He smiled.
"The big deal is to start from scratch."
"Mom wants to ask you, if you do it again, do you still want to meet Xinghe?"
He Zhijun nodded.
"Even if you give up all your talents?"
"Even if I give up everything I have."
Not for color.
Just want to meet my love.
"Did Auntie make soup? Isn't it time to cook?"
Xinghe tugged at his pigtails and stepped on his slippers.
Yawning, he hugged He Zhijun from behind.
"Mom came here and brought it specially for you."
"Try it."
Until Xinghe finished drinking the soup.
He Zhijun said lightly, "It's for the body."
Xinghe felt provoked.
"Do you think I need to replenish my body?"
Fumbling around He Zhijun's waistline, Xinghe lowered his voice.
"My natural couple."
Xinghe turned his head and kissed his neck.
"Do I need it?"
He Zhijun trembled.
"Let's make up for it."
"You got up later than me."
Today's He Zhijun is also an idiot.
Daily anger (√)
Galaxy is used to it.
"Come to the studio, I have something for you to see."
Pulling He Zhijun, Xinghe happily entered the room.
"Close your eyes first, hurry up!"
Xinghe supported the painting.
"surprise!"
He Zhijun opened his eyes.
"This is our first photo together. I've drawn it. I've made up my mind. Every year, we will choose a time to travel. Every year, we will draw a new picture."
"Come and see, is this painting hanging up, or should we go buy a picture album and put it away?"
Xinghe gestured to the wall a few times, and He Zhijun hugged him.
"Be careful not to break it, why don't you say anything?"
Xinghe nervously took the painting a little further away.
"Impressed?"
He Zhijun rested his forehead on Xinghe's neck and shook his head.
"Don't dare to move, you'll be angry again if you move."
Stupid is still playing steadily today.
Xinghe leaned against He Zhijun's arms, thinking about the future.
"It's better to buy a picture album specially, otherwise the house will not fit."
"I paint, you write music."
"We don't have kids, we don't have pets anymore. I'll go around the world when I have time."
Xinghe tied Zhahe Zhijun's chin with a pigtail.
"what do you think?"
What He Zhijun wanted in his life was nothing but the same as all ordinary people.
Good job and happy family.
A pair of hands, with Xinghe by the side.
"OK."
that's enough.
[He Zhijun's concert is coming soon.
The news that he suffers from color recognition disorder has spread like wildfire.
For a while, rumors spread.
"No wonder his music is all in a single style, it's so weird."
"There is no innovation, it's just the same thing over and over again, and it will only eat the old."
"His parents are such famous painters, how could they give birth to a color-blind child?"
"His works are all **** and have no ability to empathize at all."
"They are great musicians, but they are different from us ordinary people."
"Isn't it different? A colorblind person must be different from what we see."
Maybe with kind support and encouragement.
But too few.
People always seem to be very keen to discuss other people's differences.
Especially for a young promising pianist with a prominent family background.
Once he found his weakness, it was like a leech that saw blood and swarmed up.
He Zhijun just read those malicious and mocking messages in silence.
"Dad, Mom, I'm fine."
"Well, don't take it to heart."
"I know, don't watch, it's really okay, don't worry about it."
Hanging up mother He's phone, looking at the black and white world through the window, He Zhijun stared blankly at the street lamp.
"It's just that it's a little different."
"why?"】
Where does the malice in people's hearts need a reason?
"come over."
Xinghe waved at the puppy.
"I've annotated the box under the watercolor pen with the color name."
"Even if I'm not here, you can still draw."
"Did your parents teach you how to draw?"
He Zhijun and Xinghe sat cross-legged at the coffee table with their heads together.
"Come draw me."
Xinghe posed and smiled brightly.
He Zhijun fiddled with the paintbrush unskillfully, occasionally raising his head.
very serious.
for a while.
"It's painted."
He Zhijun unfolded the painting in front of Xinghe.
?
What the **** is this group?
where am I?
"Did your parents really teach you to draw?"
Xinghe hesitated.
He Zhijun nodded, "They said I painted it well."
"If I didn't have this disease, I would be like them and become a painter."
"It's quite similar."
He Zhijun glanced at the painting again and nodded with satisfaction.
Xinghe sighed.
"If you make me angry again next time, paint a new one for me."
This black history, show it to Dad He and Mom He in two days.
While He Zhijun went to pour the water, Xinghe secretly disrupted the order of the brushes.
"Red pen in green label, blue pen in purple label,..."
Silly goose.
How should I bully him next time?
Xinghe thought secretly.
Staring at He Zhijun's back, Xinghe shouted loudly.
"If you paint the wrong color, don't get on my bed."
"My dear is gone."
Hurry up and put away the brushes, Xinghe is looking forward to it.
Will He Zhijun apologize again with red eyes, drooping his ears and wagging his tail, begging him for forgiveness?
The author has something to say: [Gossip will make people painful, and the original world He Zhijun decides to give up his life, and it's more than that. 】
It is very emotional. Sometimes, it is difficult for everyone to treat people who are different from themselves normally and equally.
I consider myself to be a relatively gentle person who cares about the feelings of others, but sometimes in such situations, it is inevitable that there will be discrimination and unconscious devaluation.
too difficult.
It can only be changed little by little by generations of children.
Next update: tomorrow at 3pm.
