Destiny's Son is fascinated by me

What is the most frightening thing in our world?

Not birth, old age, sickness and death, not even gods and ghosts.

But heterogeneous.

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.

The limp black hair spread out.

"Isn't it uncomfortable to press the pigtail?"

He Zhijun carefully pulled Xiao Jiujiu out.

After kissing Xinghe's fleshy side face, He Zhijun gently pulled off the quilt and got out of bed.

Get dressed and sit in the music room.

He Zhijun looked blankly at the piano in front of him.

In the familiar black and white world, he can no longer find the inspiration from the past.

It's like ink painting being dripped with paint.

"It's been a long time since I can write a work."

He bit his thumb anxiously.

He wanted to create the surging black sea, but he thought of the sparkling blue stream in Xinghe's works.

I want to swim in the black and white forest, listen to the silence, and think of the fire-like sunset in the Galaxy painting, the smoke from the kitchen shrouds the tile house, and the family gathers to enjoy dinner.

He Zhijun's black and white world is no longer pure.

Also lost his exclusive style.

"If you can't write music, what will you do to support you?"

He Zhijun was in some 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 heavily, and Mother He got in.

"Where is my son? Is he still sleeping?"

Probing her head and looking around, Mama He turned her attention to Zhijun He in disappointment.

"Mom made soup for you, it's good enough."

"You are young, you still have to pay attention to your body."

Mama He winked and poured a bowl of soup for He Zhijun.

"Drink quickly, and save the rest for my son."

He Zhijun took the bowl and drank it silently.

"what happened?"

Mother He noticed that He Zhijun was in a bad mood.

"Didn't Xinghe take care of your feelings? I listened yesterday..."

Shutting up guilty, Mother He smiled.

"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 real colors."

"I just realized it deeply."

"It turns out that I am really different from everyone else."

He Zhijun picked up the apples 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?"

Mama He was a little taken aback.

"You mean? You can see colors?"

"Only if you see the galaxy."

He Zhijun lowered his head.

what should I do?

"Then go find your own style again."

Mama He calmed down and quickly accepted it all.

Gently stroking the top of He Zhijun's head, He's mother smiled.

"It's a big deal to start from scratch."

"Mom wants to ask you, if you do it all over 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 the color.

Just want to meet my love.

"Did Auntie make soup? Isn't it time to cook?"

Xinghe pulled his pigtails and kicked his slippers.

Yawning, he hugged He Zhijun from behind.

"Mom has come here and brought it for you."

"Try it."

Until Xinghe finished the soup.

He Zhijun said lightly, "To make up for the body."

Xinghe felt provoked.

"Do you think I need to replenish my body?"

Feeling He Zhijun's waistline with his hands, Xinghe lowered his voice.

"My perfect match."

Xinghe turned her head and kissed his neck.

"Do I need it?"

He Zhijun trembled.

"Let's make up for it."

"You wake up later than me."

Today's He Zhijun is also an idiot.

Daily anger (√)

Xinghe is used to it.

"Come to the studio, I have something for you to see."

Pulling He Zhijun, Xinghe entered the room excitedly.

"Close your eyes first, hurry up!"

Xinghe supported the painting.

"surprise!"

He Zhijun opened his eyes.

"This is our first group photo. I drew it. I have thought about it. Every year, we will pick a time to travel. Every year, we will draw a new picture."

"Come and see, should this painting be hung up, or should we buy an album and put it away?"

Xinghe gestured a few times towards the wall, and He Zhijun hugged him up.

"Be careful not to break it, why don't you say a word?"

Xinghe nervously moved the painting away.

"Are you moved?"

He Zhijun rested his forehead on Xinghe's neck and shook his head.

"Don't dare to move, you will be angry again if you break it."

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, otherwise the room won't fit."

"I paint, you write music."

"We don't have kids anymore, we don't have pets anymore. We travel all over the world when we have time."

Xinghe tied Zhijun Zhahe's chin with a braid.

"what do you think?"

What He Zhijun wants in his life is to be like all ordinary people.

The work is smooth and the family is happy.

With one hand, Xinghe is beside him.

"Okay."

that's enough.

[He Zhijun's concert is coming soon.

Word spread that he had color perception disorder.

For a time, gossip.

"No wonder his music is all in a single style, it's too weird."

"There is no innovation, and the same thing is repeated over and over again, and it will only eat its old roots."

"His parents are such famous painters, how could they give birth to a color-blind child?"

"His works are all rubbish, without any empathy."

"He is a great musician, but he is different from us ordinary people."

"Isn't it different? A colorblind person must be different from what we see."

Perhaps with well-meaning support and encouragement.

But too little.

People always seem to be very keen to talk about how different other people are.

Especially for a young and promising pianist with a prominent family background.

Once he finds his weakness, he will swarm him like a leech that has seen blood.

He Zhijun just silently flipped through those malicious and mocking messages.

"Dad, Mom, I'm fine."

"Well, I didn't take it to heart."

"I know, don't look at it, it's all right, don't worry about it."

Hanging up Mama He's phone, looking at the black and white world through the window, He Zhijun stared blankly at the street lights.

"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 to He Puppy.

"I have annotated the color names in the boxes under the watercolor pens."

"Even if I'm not here, you can still draw."

"My parents taught you how to draw, right?"

He Zhijun and Xinghe sat cross-legged by the coffee table, their heads put together.

"Come draw me."

Xinghe posed, showing a bright smile.

He Zhijun fiddled with the paintbrush inexperiencedly, occasionally raising his head.

very serious.

For a while.

"It's painted."

He Zhijun unfolded the painting in front of Xinghe.

?

What is this mess?

where am i

"Did Mom and Dad really teach you how to draw?"

Xinghe hesitated to speak.

He Zhijun nodded, "They said I was good at drawing."

"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, just draw a new one and give it to me."

Let's show this black history to He's father and He's mother in two days.

While He Zhijun was pouring water, Xinghe secretly disrupted the order of the brushes.

"Put the red pen in the green callout, the blue pen in the purple callout,..."

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 come to my bed."

"My dear is gone."

Hurry up and put away the paintbrush, Xinghe is looking forward to it.

Will He Zhijun apologize again with red eyes, drooping ears and wagging his tail, begging him for forgiveness?

The author has something to say: 【Rumors and rumors can make people hurt, and it’s not just these things that made Zhijun He decide to give up his life in the original world. 】

I am quite emotional, sometimes, it is difficult for everyone to treat people who are different from themselves normally and equally.

I consider myself a moderate person who cares about other people's feelings, but sometimes when I encounter such situations, it is inevitable that I will be discriminated against and belittled unconsciously.

too difficult.

All this can only be changed little by little by generations of children.

Next update: tomorrow at [-]pm.