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The pile of brightly colored fruit was also all gray.

Even Liang Yue beside him turned gray.

Everything around suddenly entered the world of colorless black and white film.

Yuan Yang grabbed Liang Yue's wrist who was squeezing paint into the palette, his heart almost stopped beating.

Liang Yue was taken aback by his sudden movement, and hastily put down the toner box in his hand.

"What's the matter, are you not feeling well?"

"Liang Yue." Yuan Yang's panicked voice trembled, "I, I can't seem to see the color."

Liang Yue's eyes suddenly widened.

Everyone was happily preparing to draw, but Yuan Yang stared at Liang Yue's gray shocked face in panic.

Liang Yue was stunned for a few seconds, and suddenly looked around defensively.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to the two of them, Liang Yue hurriedly got up, grabbed Yuan Yang's shoulders, and led him out of the studio.

The outside was covered with snow, but Yuan Yang could only see the messy black and gray lines in the nothingness, which dazzled him for a while.

As soon as Liang Yue left the studio, he hugged him tightly, carried him to the nearby wall, and let him lean against the wall.

"Yuan Yang, don't move, wait for me here, don't move!" Liang Yue told him worriedly.

Yuan Yang didn't say a word, his mind was full of thunder now.

Liang Yue turned around to go back to the studio, Yuan Yang suddenly lost Liang Yue's embrace.

"Liang Yue!" Yuan Yang grabbed the hem of his clothes, his hands trembling, "Liang Yue, where are you going?"

Liang Yue hurriedly turned around and hugged Yuan Yang tightly, feeling blocked in his heart.

Yuan Yang grabbed the hem of his clothes in panic, fear and helplessness just now, and stared at him in horror with a pair of lifeless eyes, which made him almost collapse.

Liang Yue held Yuan Yang's face in his hands, and kissed his trembling lips fiercely, and when the kiss became normal, he hastily urged him again.

"Ruan Ruan, wait for me here. I'll ask Mr. Li for leave and take you to the hospital. Don't move around. I'll be right back."

……

"No problem." The doctor looked at the results of the examination carefully again and frowned.

"Your total color blindness caused by brain damage is not unheard of in medicine. This is the first time I have encountered a very rare case."

"Can it be cured?" Yuan Yang and Liang Yue asked in unison.

"It's hard to say." The doctor shook his head helplessly, "You can't check what's wrong at all, let alone the cure of achromatic blindness, there is no successful case yet."

"Fuck!" Liang Yue angrily punched the doctor's desk.

"Hey, why are you scolding people? Hey, do you have the quality..." The doctor was not happy.

Liang Yue was not in the mood to explain what he was cursing, so he got up, grabbed Yuan Yang and walked out.

On the white snowy road, Liang Yue walked in front silently, holding Yuan Yang who was following behind him with one hand.

Everything Yuan Yang saw turned into black, white and gray, the dead silence of gray, the panic of black, and the dazzling white.

After knowing the result of being incurable, Yuan Yang's heart was surprisingly calm.

He held Liang Yue's hand and stepped on Liang Yue's footsteps step by step, quietly saying nothing.

As Liang Yue was walking, he suddenly kicked up a pile of snow foam, hugged his head and yelled aggrievedly: "Fuck the world!"

Yuan Yang stared at Liang Yue for three seconds, then suddenly laughed, "Liang Yue, you look like me before."

Liang Yue turned around and looked at Yuan Yang, his eyes gradually softened, and he smiled hard with the corners of his mouth bent.

"Yuan Yang, don't worry, I will let you see the color."

"Don't be funny." Yuan Yang lowered his head and smiled, "Liang Yue, it seems that I still can't enter Nanying Academy of Fine Arts with you."

"No, trust me, I have a solution!" Liang Yue pulled Yuan Yang's hands and clenched them tightly, "Yuan Yang, don't forget, you are the No.1 in the British-American training class!"

Yuan Yang covered Liang Yue's cold face with his hands.

"I know that I will continue to work hard, but I can't guarantee the result... If I can no longer walk side by side with you, Liang Yue, you can consider giving up on me."

"What the hell are you farting!" Liang Yue hugged Yuan Yang tightly and punched him hard on the back, "Yuan Yang, I only have you now!"

Liang Yue wanted to cry, but he didn't dare to cry in front of Yuan Yang who was weaker than him.

Yuan Yang really wanted to laugh, so he just said with a self-defeating smile, "I told you that you can say you regret it..."

"You said shit! Shit! Dog stinky fart! Ji Bamao!" Liang Yue squeezed Yuan Yang's mouth into a figure 8, not letting him speak, "Yuan Ruanruan shut your mouth, from now on you can only listen mine!"

Yuan Yang, who has always been impulsive, nodded obediently when he was pressured by Liang Yue's explosive momentum for the first time.

……

Except for Liang Yue, no one knew that Yuan Yang had become achromatopsia.

None of them dared to tell, especially Xia Weichu, his mother, and class teacher Li Xinze.

They all place high hopes on Yuan Yang, who has a talent for painting, but they all want him to stand out with this talent.

But this sudden accident shattered these arrangements.

Yuan Yang didn't know how to tell them so that they could accept this cruel fact.

Not being able to see colors means that Yuan Yang's art path has been ruined.

Yuan Yang thought it was quite funny, he was not interested in art at first, it was these people who forced him to take this path.

When he fell in love with Liang Yue, gradually fell in love with art, and wanted to be admitted to Nanying Academy of Fine Arts with Liang Yue.

God played another disgusting joke on him and took away his dream again.

In the black and white gray studio, Yuan Yang sat in front of his easel in a daze.

Hao Tian came over and patted Liang Yue on the shoulder, "Hey, where did you two go this afternoon? Why did you come back after school? I also want to appreciate your works after the training camp in Britain and the United States."

Holding Yuan Yang's palette in his hand, Liang Yue was frowning and thinking about something, when he heard Hao Tian asking him, he hurriedly replied: "Go out for a while, monitor, go first, Yuan Yang and I will paint for a while. "

"Well, you two should go home early, don't be too late." Hao Tian reminded and left.

Only Yuan Yang and Liang Yue were left in the studio.

Liang Yue took out a wallpaper knife from the pen case, pressed Yuan Yang's color palette on the chair, and engraved something on the edge of each grid one by one.

"What are you doing?" Yuan Yang turned his head to look at Liang Yue.

Liang Yue smiled and said, "I'm creating a miracle."

After a while, Liang Yue finished the carving. With some black paint on his fingertips, he rubbed the edges of the grid one by one.

The small characters one by one are clearly displayed, which are the names of various colors.

"Here." Liang Yue happily handed the color palette to Yuan Yang, "Do you know the name of the paint?"

Yuan Yang took it in his hand, stared at those words for a while, and smiled: "This is also okay?"

"Try it." Liang Yue said with a smile, "Do you still remember what I told you before?"

"How do you know if you don't try, you want to say this, right?" Yuan Yang said with a smile.

Liang Yue pinched his face with a smile, and praised him, "My Ruan Ruan is getting smarter and smarter!"

Yuan Yang squeezed the paint evenly against the characters one by one, mixed it with water to adjust it, picked up a brush, and looked at the still life.

Now, he can only paint based on the shades of black, white and gray. As for what the final painting will be, he doesn't know.

Liang Yue sat beside him, with one arm around his waist, his chin resting on his shoulder, silently watching his painting.

Yuan Yang draws from his memory of colors, and relies on his imagination to lay out colors and adjust details.

The two of them didn't make a sound, they just stayed close to each other, spending a silent and colorless moment of happiness in the studio.

After finishing the whole gouache painting, Yuan Yang stood up and looked at it from a distance, and smiled embarrassedly, "Can I see it?"

"I appreciate it." Liang Yue also stood beside him, hugged him from behind, squinted his eyes for a while, "Can I tell the truth?"

Yuan Yang slapped his hand amusedly, "If you fart, let it go."

Liang Yue deliberately imitated the stern tone of the teacher in the training class and said: "If you want to say that the painting is the best, the one with the highest overall score, No.1, Yuan Yang!"

"Get out!" Yuan Yang couldn't help laughing, "To be honest."

"Hey!" Liang Yue responded with a smile, and took a good look at it again, "It's pretty good, it's just that some details have been dealt with."

Yuan Yang didn't reply, he could tell that Liang Yue's comfort was the greatest comfort to him.

"Go home." Yuan Yang said.

Liang Yue hugged him tightly and did not let go, "Yuan Yang, I want to kiss you."

"Go home and kiss again." Yuan Yang broke his hand.

"No, just kiss here." Liang Yue pulled him over with all his strength, and tilted his head to cover his mouth.

Yuan Yang's heart, which had been dead all day, was finally activated by Liang Yue's kiss.

He thought that his heart would never beat again from now on, but Liang Yue kissed him very earnestly and passionately, and what stirred his lips was the emotion Liang Yue urgently wanted to express to him.

Yuan Yang, even if you can't see anything, I, Liang Yue, will treat you like this as always.

Once I recognize you, I will never let go.

Liang Yue's heart was filled with aggrieved soreness, God was really unfair to him, what was given to him was always imperfect.

But he doesn't care, he has never cared, even if it is not perfect, he can happily like it.

For the first time, Yuan Yang became passive in the intimacy with Liang Yue, and wanted to escape, even a little scared.

But the more he dodged back, the tighter Liang Yue chased him.

Until he was pressed against the wall of the studio, all the movable parts of his mouth were wrapped together, and he couldn't even speak out from the kiss.

As the emotions were out of control, Liang Yue felt that a kiss was not enough to prove his heart.

He couldn't wait to unbutton Yuan Yang's pants, and reached in to rub Yuan Yang's flower buds.

Yuan Yang couldn't bear the stimulation and trembled, and a low, muffled groan came out from the kissed mouth.

Liang Yue's hand slid over his slender waist, pinched his tight butt a few times excitedly, and suddenly swam to the clamped position between the buttocks.

Yuan Yang shivered, pushed Liang Yue away abruptly, stared at him panting, "Liang Yue, no, no."

Liang Yue pressed his forehead against Yuan Yang's face, panting and begging, "Yuan Yang, if you don't want to, then you can fuck. I can do whatever I want!"

"No!" Yuan Yang hugged Liang Yue tightly, resting his chin on his shoulder, feeling Liang Yue's warm palm against his back, and said depressingly: "Liang Yue, if you want, can you go home? Fuck you enough. But..."

At this point, Yuan Yang couldn't hold back anymore.

The emotions that had been tense for a long time finally collapsed, and the tears also collapsed in an instant. He cried bitterly and said, "Liang Yue, it's not that I don't want to, but in the studio... I can't do it."

Liang Yue was shocked, and quickly withdrew his hand from Yuan Yang's clothes.

"I'm sorry Yuan Yang, I'm sorry!"

Liang Yue wanted to slap himself. He, who had always considered the issue most thoughtfully, just wanted to convince Yuan Yang of his sincerity.

However, they neglected that this studio was the place where Yuan Yang finally built his dreams and hopes, but today, everything about Yuan Yang was shattered here.

Yuan Yang didn't speak. How long has it been since he cried like this.

Liang Yue was right, it was much easier to cry.

Yuan Yang leaned against Liang Yue, crying like a child.

Liang Yue hugged him tightly, his heart was about to break, "Yuan Yang, let's go home."

The studio lights were turned off.

The painting with appalling colors disappeared into the boundless dark night in an instant.

After leaving the studio, Yuan Yang suddenly saw darkness.

"Liang Yue! Liang Yue!" He stretched out his hand and groped around.

"Here!" Liang Yue locked the studio door, and hurriedly turned around to support him, "What's wrong?"

"I can't see anything." Yuan Yang gripped Liang Yue's hand tightly in panic, "Is Liang Yue blind?"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Liang Yue felt very uncomfortable, but he suppressed his emotions and smiled to comfort him, "I just came out of such a bright room, my eyes must be dark, I can't see clearly, it's all right, I'll carry you."

Liang Yue squatted down and carried Yuan Yang on his back.

"I can go." Yuan Yang wanted to get down.

"No, I just want to carry you behind my back." Liang Yue tightened his arms and walked downstairs with Yuan Yang on his back.

Walking out of Yi Gao Building, Liang Yue looked up at the bright lights on the side of the road, and then looked back at Yuan Yang who was leaning on his shoulder.

"Yuan Yang, have you lost weight? I think it's lighter than last time when I carried you?"

Yuan Yang looked around, but could only see dots of hazy white light in the pitch blackness, and he couldn't even see the road under his feet clearly.

"Liang Yue, let me down, I can see now."

"Can you see it? I'll just say it's okay." Liang Yue smiled, carried him on his back, and said, "I want to carry you on my back if I can see it, do you know why?"

"Aren't you tired?" Yuan Yang said.

"Not too much." Liang Yue said with a smile: "I don't feel tired at all carrying you on my back now, and when I can't walk anymore in the future, you don't have to feel tired carrying me on your back."

"You really think far enough." Yuan Yang hugged Liang Yue's neck tightly, leaning all the warmth in his body against Liang Yue's body.

"I want to be with you forever, of course I want to think long-term."

While talking, Liang Yue walked forward, and the breath from his mouth looked like white cotton candy.

Hearing these words, Yuan Yang felt happy but sad, "Liang Yue, you don't have to make things difficult for yourself. If I'm useless, you just give up..."

"Shut up!" Liang Yue interrupted him, and said unhappily, "You really piss me off when you say this, so don't think about it. If we switch sides, will you give up on me?"

"No." Yuan Yang stopped talking nonsense.

Finally got a taxi, and the two returned to Liang Yue's home smoothly.

After being busy as usual, he lay comfortably on the bed.

Yuan Yang closed his eyes, his thoughts were chaotic and ups and downs.

Liang Yue moved closer to him and kissed his lips.

"Yuan Yang, do you know that you have never been so obedient? No, you were also quite obedient when you were sick last time."

"Liang Yue, what do you want to say?"

Yuan Yang opened his eyes with a smile, and looked at Liang Yue, but he could only see a face with black, white and gray intertwined, but the outline was more profound.

"Hey, you usually look like a little leopard in the forest, but now you're like a well-behaved little rabbit."

Liang Yue put his arms under his head, admiring Yuan Yang with a good eye, the more he looked at him, the more he felt that Yuan Yang was not handsome, even the triangular scar on his forehead looked cool.

Yuan Yang didn't make a sound for a long time, but finally said: "Liang Yue, if you want to fuck me, I will."

Liang Yue chuckled, "Don't act like you're being heroic and righteous? You're so teased that you can't get hard, and you're still a fart. When you get better, wait until you get better and see how I settle accounts with you!"

"What if I don't get better?" Yuan Yang was also amused by him.

"Get well, trust me."

Liang Yue pressed onto Yuan Yang's body, kissed his neck and shoulders softly for a while, then stretched out his hand, and kept pressing under his eyes.

"Well, well, coax, my Ruan Ruan will get better soon..."

……

The students all felt very strange, because Yuan Yang no longer painted gouache, and even his best traditional Chinese painting had become black and white ink painting.

And when it comes to professional classes, Yuan Yang is always drawing sketches with a pencil.

Someone ran over to ask him in doubt, but was dismissed by Liang Yue who was sitting next to him with a few words.

Liang Yue said that Yuan Yang's color has been perfected, so he doesn't need to practice any more.

In fact, this was a secret between the two of them. Yuan Yang would only pick up his color palette that Liang Yue had engraved on it when everyone had left after school.

"Liang Yue, how about this one?" Yuan Yang shook the paintbrush in his hand, and the tip of the pen poked Liang Yue's face lying on his shoulder.

Liang Yue grabbed him tightly and said with a smile, "Okay, I'm almost catching up to your previous level."

"Fart, Liang Yue, don't lie and I'll tell you." Yuan Yang slapped him on the forehead.

"Really, I'm not lying." Liang Yue pointed to a detail in the painting with a smile, "The red here is a little lighter, try adding some Pulan to the dark red."

Yuan Yang changed his mind and said with a sigh: "Liang Yue, you are my color."

Liang Yue chuckled, "I'm not your color, I'm a pervert who wants to eat you."

"I'm the fucking wolf!" Yuan Yang turned around with a smile, pinched Yuan Liangyue's lips, and bit him unceremoniously.

Liang Yue covered his mouth and yelled, "Oh shit, I got a mouth sore and an ulcer!"

"Are you convinced? Do you want to bite your hemorrhoid again?" Yuan Yang said threateningly.

"Be obedient, anyone who refuses to accept you has to obey you, whoever makes you my boyfriend." Liang Yue said pretending to be afraid.

"Then I'll take another bite!" Yuan Yang turned around and bit his mouth again.

Liang Yue pushed his face away vigorously, "The bullying is endless? Believe it or not, I will give you a big trick?"

Yuan Yang felt that he was still very happy, and God gave him a Liang Yue.

During the days when he should have been desperate to the end, there was no sad time.

Liang Yue always guarded him gently, carefully guiding him to avoid all negative emotions.

It's as if he's still a normal person and not colorblind.

Because of Liang Yue's existence, Yuan Yang's world is still full of brilliant colors.

However, Yuan Yang also understands in his heart that full color blindness makes him miss the art or the future he originally expected.

He and Liang Yue may no longer have the possibility to walk side by side.

But he really couldn't bear to pierce this layer, Liang Yue tried his best to build up the fantasy dream for him.

Even if this fantasy is fake and ridiculous.

He would rather accompany Liang Yue in disguise.

How long can you pretend?

Yuan Yang decided that he would keep pretending until Liang Yue didn't want to hold on any longer, then he would give up.