Destiny's Son is fascinated by me

[He Zhijun, who has experienced gossip and gossip, barely cheers up to prepare for the concert.

I want to be worthy of my career, and I don't want to let down my fans.

Steadily ended the concert.

He Zhijun was about to leave the stage.

Suddenly a group of media jumped out from all corners.

"Mr. He, it was rumored on the Internet that you suffer from color blindness, is it true?"

He Zhijun silently pushed away the media.

"Are you acquiescing?"

He Zhijun stopped.

"I don't think my being colorblind has anything to do with being a pianist by profession."

"I rely on my hands, not my vision."

"Then you admit it?" The media still pressed on.

"I'm colorblind."

He Zhijun faced the camera with a calm expression and a firm tone.

"Even with my flaws." His eyes were on fire.

"No one can stop me from making my own way in the music industry."

"Don't you think your style has converged?"

The reporter is still not giving up.

"Because I'm different from everyone else, I can't grasp how ordinary people express their emotions, can I?"

This is indeed the case.

He Zhijun couldn't deny it.

"I'll find a solution."

The media got the answer they wanted.

"How do you solve it? This is not something that can be solved by hard work."

"You couldn't have produced a better work."

"Isn't it?"

"How can you create immersive music without knowing what color is?"

The audience gathered and seemed to accept the statement.

Their eyes were strange.

He Zhijun turned pale and was surrounded by the media.

"So, can you still write good works?"

"Do you still have inspiration?"

"You can't feel the world in everyone's eyes, can you really express your emotions?"

From the beginning.

The real purpose of this turmoil is not his flaw.

But thoroughly, through this flaw, everyone doubts his works and his ability.

"I've done everything you asked for."

"That's right, it's just pushing public opinion along the way."

"What you asked me to say, I said in front of everyone at the concert."

"Yes, the effect is very good, but unfortunately you didn't see the expressions of the audience below."

"In terms of my compensation..."

"Okay, if you have any more requests, just contact me."]

He Zhijun encountered some troubles.

First, I lost my inspiration.

Recently, his own illness has spread on the Internet.

It was obviously just a trivial matter, but the noise became more and more fierce and intensified.

He wants to solve everyone's doubts.

Huddled in the music room, he tried to get back to his state day and night.

Or as suggested by Mama He.

Go find a new style.

"How to do"

He Zhijun bit his fingers tightly.

Papers were scattered all over the place.

"Still can't write it out."

"Open the door!"

Xinghe knocked on the door vigorously.

"He Zhijun! Open the door for me!"

"Let me go to my parents' house for a few days and say I have something to do!"

"And ended up hiding here?"

When Xinghe sensed that something was wrong, He Zhijun was already in too deep.

"You open the door for me first."

Xinghe slowed down his voice.

He Zhijun leaned his back against the door, listening to the sound outside the door.

How can I be qualified to face you?

Do you want me to admit that it's exactly what they say.

I am simply not capable of completing new works.

"How can I be worthy of you?"

"I still want to spend the rest of my life with you, what will I do to support you?"

He Zhijun slowly embraced his legs, muttering in a low voice.

Xinghe waited for a long time, but He Zhijun didn't even open the door.

"Are you afraid?"

Xinghe was a little annoyed.

"Have you conceded defeat?"

"He Zhijun! Are you admitting defeat like this?"

——Respond to me quickly!

"Is that all you can do?"

——Open the door!

"Are you crying inside? Have you bowed to those who laughed at you?"

——Don't cry.I'm here.

"I'm disappointed in you."

---why did not you tell me?

——Why don't you share with me?

——Why do you have to endure it by yourself?

Looking at the door worriedly, Xinghe turned and left.

"I'd like to see."

"Which unseen garbage in the gutter is it!"

"Those who dare to bully me!"

It was quiet outside the door.

Is Xinghe gone?

He Zhijun stuck to the door, holding his breath and concentrating.

"Don't go."

He Zhijun was a little scared, and finally spoke.

"I wanted to tell you, but I was afraid you would worry."

"I'll let my parents take care of you, and I'll pick you up when I write this song."

"But I really can't write it."

"I'm so scared."

He Xiaogou choked, his ears curled up, and his tail drooped.

He opens the door.

He was about to hug his lover in a wronged way.

There was no one outside the door.

"gone."

He Zhijun pulled the doorknob.

"He's disappointed in me."

"He doesn't want me anymore."

"Have you found it?"

"It's all the network address of a studio?"

"Send it to my phone."

After comparing the addresses, Xinghe came to a studio.

"I want to see the person in charge of your studio."

"Ah, who am I?"

Xinghe's expression turned cold.

"He Zhijun's boyfriend."

"It's okay, it's okay, just calm down."

He Xiaogou kept telling himself.

"Apologize, apologize immediately."

"Last time Xinghe said that if he made him angry again, he would draw a picture."

"Draw! Let's draw!"

"Where's the paintbrush?"

After turning the house upside down, He Zhijun found the brush.

Lay out the pens and paper.

He Zhijun carefully stroked the photo of the two of them.

"Black hair, pink lips..."

According to the marking, He Zhijun colored it.

"Draw it!"

With the drawing paper, He Zhijun ran out of the house.

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