police!don't run!

Shen Jun seemed to be very popular in this orphanage. He went over to say hello to the staff, and as soon as he got close to the lawn, the children rushed over. crowded.

Shen Jun coaxed the children a few words, dragged Jian Zhou back to him with great difficulty, and asked, "Shall I introduce a new friend to you?"

Jian Zhou looked at the children around him. He didn't talk much, and his peers couldn't handle it, let alone get along with children. He felt a little scared, waved his hand stiffly, and said, "Hello, my name is Jian Zhou."

Fortunately, the children were not very interested in him, so after a few responses, they started pestering Shen Jun again.

Shen Jun squeezed Jian Zhou's hand, "I'll play with them for a while."

"Okay." Jian Zhou looked around, pointing to a simple public seat not far away, "I'll sit there and wait for you."

Jian Zhou was too far away to see clearly, but when he walked over, he found a five or six-year-old boy on the other side of the seat, sitting cross-legged on the grass, leaning against the edge of the seat, thinking hard with a painting book.

It seemed impolite to pretend not to see it, Jian Zhou hesitated, went around and sat next to the little boy, and said hello to him.

Probably because he didn't expect someone to come over suddenly, the little boy raised his head in surprise, stared at Jian Zhou, and dropped the colored pencils in his mouth to the ground. It took him a long time to tilt his head, and asked, "Are you new here?"

Jian Zhou didn't understand, "What?"

"You don't look too young." The little boy looks cute, with big and round eyes, looking thin, but his cheeks are still a little baby fat, chubby, and people can't help but want to pinch Two, but his eyes and tone were mature and calm to the extreme, like a little adult, "Your parents don't want you anymore? Or are you retired? Tsk, these people have grown up to such an age, why are you so old?" Can't hold on any longer?"

Jian Zhou: "..."

The little boy gestured to Jian Zhou, "You lower your head."

Jian Zhou tried to explain for himself, "I'm not..."

Seeing that Jian Zhou did not cooperate, the little boy sighed, stood up and hugged his head, rubbed it vigorously, imitating the tone of an adult, and comforted him: "Don't be sad, don't be afraid, everything will be fine, here is also Well, we are all your family and always will be."

"Hmm..." Jian Zhou was silent for two seconds, then pointed at Shen Jun with some embarrassment, "I came with him."

After thinking about it, he added, "Thank you anyway."

"Oh, so." The little boy was still very calm. He sat back and continued to hold a pencil in his mouth, staring at the empty painting book, as if he could stare out a picture on the paper with his eyes, "You're welcome, it's all a lie anyway." if."

Simply: "...Oh."

The little boy glanced at Jian Zhou from the corner of his eye, and saw that he was sitting awkwardly on the same spot, neither walking nor not walking, so he took the initiative to hand over the painting book and asked, "Can you draw? I painted last week. The homework of the class is not finished yet, and the next class has to be checked."

"A little bit." Jian Zhou took the drawing book handed over by the little boy, picked a black one from a pile of colored pencils on the ground, and asked, "What do you draw?"

"dream."

Jian Zhou was slightly taken aback.

There are indeed many teachers in kindergartens and elementary schools who assign similar homework, and those children who grow up carefree really like this kind of homework. Their ideas are always varied and unconstrained, such as astronauts, teachers, scientists ...In short, just listening to it makes people envious and fascinated, not to mention that there is light in their eyes when they speak.

However, Jian Zhou was in a special situation at that time, and he had no expectations for the future at all, so he was troubled many times because of this.

The little boy saw that Jian Zhou didn't write for a long time, and asked disappointedly, "Can't you draw?"

Jian Zhou came back to his senses and shook his head, "You haven't said what your dream is yet."

"I don't have a dream, so I can't draw it." The little boy shrugged and said helplessly, "Can't you just draw your childhood dream? Please help me."

He really can't help with this job, Jian Zhou lowered his voice, "Why don't you take a peek at other people's homework."

Although it is not good to teach children to copy their homework, it is not wise to give different answers in many cases. Only by learning to follow others occasionally can you better protect yourself.

"I've seen it. They are all painting their parents or houses. They are really worthless." The little boy showed disdain from his tone to his expression. "They have been thrown away. What do you want them to do?"

... It is instinctive for children to miss their parents. How can they not want to if they don't want to?

Jian Zhou felt that the child in front of him was too mature. Compared with him, when he was his age, he was simply a scumbag.

The little boy moved to Jian Zhou's side, imitating him and lowering his voice, "You didn't have any dreams when you were young, did you copy them from others?"

"Not all of them." In the beginning, he wrote two of them sincerely. Since he was ridiculed by his classmates and doubted his life, he didn't dare to write by himself again.

The little boy was aroused a little bit of interest, and asked persistently, "Then what is your dream?"

Jian Zhou was silent for a moment, then sighed, "I forgot."

Jian Zhou lied. In fact, he was very impressed. He will never forget it in his life. The first time was when he was in kindergarten. Don't be bullied in the future, but the teacher read it out in public, and called on the students to unite and love in class, but was laughed to death at that time.

After class, the little bully in the class took it as a cover-up and sued him, dragged him to the toilet and taught him a lesson.

To be honest, that teacher is still very nice, but unfortunately he is too young. He has just joined the job and has no experience in dealing with bear children. He was kind enough to help Jian Zhou, but in the end he caused trouble for him.

Now that I think about that dream at that time, it was indeed too mentally retarded, and it was normal to be laughed at. The second time I wrote it, it was much more advanced, but because it was too abstract, it was still mercilessly laughed at.

Seeing the disappointment on the little boy's face, Jian Zhou hesitated, and told him his second dream, "I thought, I want the whole world to hear me."

... Then some students asked him if he wanted to be a trumpeter.

The little boy didn't respond, he just asked, "What do you want to say?"

Jian Zhou smiled, "I have nothing to say, I just want to say it."

I want to talk, I want to yell, I want to yell, I want to defend myself, I want to accuse the world, I also want to ask, why is it a fool if I don’t understand what you are saying, why is it that I am rejected if I am different from you?

Jian Zhou put a lot of effort into learning to understand the words of so-called "normal people" when he was a child, but because he had to think for a while to understand each time, he was still regarded as a stupid child by many teachers.

Until he made his mark in science, until his mother took him to test his IQ, and he was called a genius again.

In short, whether it is a genius or a fool, it is their "normal people" who have the final say, and he has never had a say.

At the beginning, I thought he was embarrassing the green leaves of the motherland, but now I encourage him every day to contribute to my parents, the school, and even the glory of the country.

But why should he live for others?

Why do those people let him stand on a high place? He wants to stand. Those people will not protect him from the cold wind, let alone follow him below, worrying that he will fall.

"You are really strange." The little boy moved to Jian Zhou's side again and said, "Then do you still have this dream now?"

Now?Jian Zhou blinked, suddenly feeling confused.

Since he got rid of that kind of troublesome homework, he has rarely thought about the future, let alone touched on such profound issues as dreams.

He must go to the best college for the college entrance examination, but then what?Choose a major?He likes chemistry, physics, and biology, so he can choose one at will, and then what?Should I continue my postgraduate entrance examination after graduation?If you don't take the postgraduate entrance examination, what kind of work will you do in the future?

Jian Zhou found that he had never seriously thought about it.

His father had discussed with him a long time ago, saying that he hoped that his university could choose a foreign institution, thinking that the foreign atmosphere would be more suitable for him, and he could stay abroad after graduation to develop, do research or whatever, whatever he likes .

At that time, Jian Zhou felt that it didn't matter where he went, so he agreed without thinking, but now...

He glanced at Shen Jun who was playing games with the children on the lawn. Jian Zhou took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Feeling that he was confused and unsteady just now, he gradually stepped back to the ground.

It's not that he has no dreams at all now, but this dream has nothing to do with study, and occasionally it can affect his study.

The little boy looked at Jian Zhou either in a daze, or in the distance. He gave up hope for him, took the painting book back, and said depressedly: "Forget it, I'll draw it myself."

Jian Zhou didn't say a word. Seeing the little boy draw a few strokes, he felt a little ready to move. He reached out his hand cheekily, "Can you lend me a piece of paper?"

The little boy readily tore a piece of paper and gave it to him.

When Jian Zhou made the first stroke, he suddenly understood why his classmates liked this kind of homework so much when he was young.

Because they really have dreams, and because they believe they will come true one day.

So when they put their secret dreams on paper, when they leave traces on the paper that they believe that the future will come true, but they can't grasp it or touch it for a while, it will be really difficult. Peace of mind, but also very happy.

Every stroke is sincere, and every stroke is anticipation. It took a long time for Jian Zhou to realize that his hands were shaking slightly when he was so excited.

He didn't see when Shen Jun sat next to him, until the other party couldn't hold back his smile and said, "What did you draw? Black wool ball spirit?"

Jian Zhou was taken aback, and raised his head to stare at Shen Jun, "What do you think this is?"

Shen Jun, "Black..."

Jian Zhou said coolly, "You."

"...Black Pineapple." Shen Jun abruptly turned a corner, "The painting is really good, it almost shows my handsomeness and handsomeness, I decided to take it home and frame it!"

The little boy gave Shen Jun a sideways look, "I'm going to vomit."

Shen Jun has been with this group of children for a long time, and basically understands everyone's personality, so he ignored this brat, took a pen from the ground, and drew a Q version of a small boat next to the black wool ball. pink.

He looked very satisfied, thought for a while, and drew a mountain under the two of them, "Stand higher, the scenery is better."

Jian Zhou's heart sank suddenly, as if he had returned to the state of not being able to get up or down, staring blankly at Shen Jun, "Stand taller?"

"Well, that's right." Shen Jun nodded of course, "Because you..."

Jian Zhou pursed his lips, stared at Shen Jun for a while, and then asked, "Do you also think I should stand taller, just because I am a so-called genius?"

"No." Shen Jun moved closer to Jian Zhou's ear, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Because your boyfriend and I are rich."

Jian Zhou: "..." That's right, although all roads lead to Rome, some people are born into the Roman royal family.

Jian Zhou disliked Shen Jun, the rich second generation, in his heart, and complained about the evil capitalism, but his mood relaxed.

Who knows what will happen in the future, anyway, he will not live according to the wishes of others, and the people he cares about will not think that he should be like this or that.

Right now, it's fine.

Jian Zhou looked down at Shen Jun's painting of himself, without adding a couple filter, it was still great and lifelike, but he still added two strokes to the painting in dissatisfaction, cruelly destroying the beauty, "I will return to the painting in the future." Tall."

"Be conscious." Shen Jun drew himself a little taller, "No matter how tall you are, you won't be as tall as me. You are so old, and you won't grow any longer soon."

Jian Zhou added two more strokes, "You must be out of luck, I'm still young."

……

The two pecked at each other for a while like elementary school students, messing up the drawing on the paper. Finally, Shen Jun signed a handsome name next to the black wool ball spirit, called, "Jian Zhou."

Jian Zhou turned around, "Why?"

Shen Jun glanced at the little boy who was still immersed in painting, and suddenly raised the drawing paper to cover the faces of the two, leaned over and quickly touched Jian Zhou's cheek, and left quickly, saying solemnly, "It's okay."

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Why is this chapter so thick and long?I haven't updated it for a long time because I've been too busy recently, so I'll make up for you~ a certain coward.