Mosaic

"Alice in Wonderland Syndrome (AIWS for short), also known as microopia, is a rare eye disease. It is a neurologically highly confusing phenomenon that affects human visual perception. Its symptoms are as follows: long-term observation A kind of thing will suddenly become like Alice in Wonderland, the surrounding things will suddenly become bigger or smaller, sometimes patients will have a mosaic visual effect in front of them, and some patients will feel that time and space are distorted..."

Ye Erke sat by his bed, read the content on the screen word by word, checked over and over again that this was not science fiction, and then murmured to himself: "It's incredible, there is such a thing in the world. disease."

No wonder, thinking about it now, Chu Han is always reluctant to go out, falls down, disappears, gets hurt for no reason...

The reason is so...

It's a pity that Er Ke's imagination is too poor. Although he racked his brains, he has no idea what kind of world he sees.

Either way, it's not good, is it?

Presumably Chu Han's image of a male god with excess self-esteem hates Qiuci's self-assessment and exposing faults.

Now depressed, could it be self-disgust?

No matter how mature people are, there are naive moments!

The nervous Ye Erke suddenly dropped his iPad, walked into the kitchen with a cane, and struggled for a long time with his only hand and foot before he managed to clean up the bloody mess. Use the remaining ingredients to cook steaming porridge.

Due to the inconvenient movement, he could only put the bowl on a few steps of the stairs, climb up with crutches, and then pick it up and put it on a higher place. It took a quarter of an hour, and finally stood on the second floor sweating On the wooden floor upstairs, he gasped and shouted at the door of Chu Han: "Come out, I'm scalding to death! I'm scalding to death!"

Displeasure is certain, but a man of Chu Han's age is unlikely to show a gaffe.

After he showed his face, he was only nervous in surprise, and immediately brought over the porridge bowl and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Hmph, that editor-in-chief is as fierce as the black widow, so he must not have given you food, right? I'm so kind and don't thank me?" Ye Erke said proudly. There is a three-point momentum.

Chu Han sighed, let him go into the room, put down the porridge and said, "Thank you."

"It's boring to be polite. You have been serving me for so many days, and I have to take care of you today." Ye Erke seldom entered his room. After looking around curiously, he finally sat down in the corner of the black sofa. Afraid of getting something dirty.

Chu Han was no longer as radiant as he was during the day, and seemed to be shrouded in shadows.

"I didn't expect this kind of eye disease to exist in the world. Your chances of getting it should be about the same as winning the lottery, right?" Ye Erke said cautiously: "It's your personal choice not to tell it. Qiu Ci is annoying enough."

Chu Han didn't have the habit of scolding his friends behind his back, so he slowly stirred the porridge without saying a word.

Ye Erke continued: "But he is also worried about you. I don't know anything about it. I have caused you to do so many things for me, and you will be in danger. If you don't make it clear, something will happen..."

"I have a sense of proportion." Chu Han finally said, "I don't want to talk about him."

"Oh..." Ye Erke lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry, you used to eat half of my meal and ran home, and I hated you, and then I forced you to go out for a walk with the dog all day long. In fact, it's not easy for you. But, but it's no big deal!"

Chu Han looked sideways at him.

Ye Erke said: "People who are lactose intolerant don't drink milk, people who are allergic to seafood don't touch seafood, some people are afraid of the sun, some people can't see when it gets dark...no one is completely healthy Yes, it’s just that myopia is rare, and it’s just causing you a lot of inconvenience, but being sick is not a mistake, so don’t mind too much, treat it well if it can be cured, and be careful if it can’t be cured, why mention it? Are you angry? Why are you afraid that I will know?"

Although these words are simple and plain, there is nothing wrong with the truth of what they say.

Chu Han smiled bitterly, and couldn't explain why he had been evasive for many years, and finally replied: "I don't want you or anyone to treat me as an abnormal person."

"Damn, you're not normal." Ye Erke immediately said: "You can draw so many cartoons, have so many readers, and like such disgusting and horrible things. You are tall and handsome, and you are rich and wealthy." Xian, none of them belong to normal people, right? All of them are rarer than that disease."

Chu Han was teased by him and continued to laugh, and his constricted heart gradually relaxed.

Ye Erke said: "Oh, don't be downcast, try my porridge. Although the vegetables cut with one hand are not very good, the taste is still good."

"Have you eaten by yourself?" Chu Han asked.

"I ate it secretly while making it." Ye Erke said honestly.

Chu Han always felt that he was very warm, even when there was chaos and disaster, he was full of warmth.

Perhaps Ye Erke is also a different person, but fortunately everyone has not discovered it yet.

The smell of porridge wafted in the quiet bedroom at night, and the depression caused by all the quarrels dissipated.

Ye Erke stared at Chu Han and lowered his head to eat, and couldn't help asking: "A few stitches, does it hurt? Is it because I can't draw recently..."

Chu Han replied: "I can paint, but it doesn't hurt."

Ye Erke leaned on his crutches and sighed: "What's the matter with us, we are disabled together, this time we can't even touch the water."

"Maybe there is something wrong with the house." Chu Han said softly: "Some old houses lived in other things. I heard that this place before liberation..."

Ye Erke, who was originally relaxed, suddenly jumped up: "Don't talk nonsense! Why are you telling ghost stories without even a preview! I hate it!"

"Just talking about something interesting." Chu Han looked at him with a smile.

Ye Erke looked flustered: "It's not interesting at all! Goodbye!"

After saying this, he limped and fled out on crutches, shouting in the corridor: "Scum! Dudu! Come and accompany me!"

Listening to the commotion outside, Chu Han felt very relaxed inside, and felt dazed as if he had been in another world.

He often cares about his own shortcomings and deliberately hides them for so long, but he never expects to be resolved by Er Ke with a few words.

What about the rest of the dark side?

Can Ye Erke accept it with his optimistic and tolerant heart?

-

Living with a well-known cartoonist around you is actually a very magical thing, isn't it?

Although Qiuci's words are annoying, it is undeniable that Erke's understanding of Chu Han has been further improved.

He deliberately said it lightly, but in his heart he felt that it was admirable to persist in painting after suffering from such a serious eye disease. After tossing and turning, he didn't know where the courage came from, and even found some old works of Chu Han on the Internet. Holding the iPad to appreciate it.

But the great gods in the horror world are not joking. With Ye Erke's courage, Qumi Anu is simply a scum with five combat effectiveness.

While he couldn't stop turning backwards because of the suspenseful and wonderful story, he was trembling with fright at the continuing weird and perverted perspective and atmosphere.

When a huge bloody face suddenly appeared on a certain page without warning, the tight string finally broke.

With a mournful face and wrapped in a blanket, Ye Erke rushed to Chu Han's bedroom and shouted, "What's the ending of "Lighthouse"? Hurry up and give me the spoiler, I can't take it anymore!"

Chu Han who just lay down was full of question marks: "Why do you..."

Ye Erke jumped onto the sofa opposite the bed and said, "I'm a cheap hand! If I had known it would be like this, I wouldn't have watched it!"

Chu Han sneered, half sat up and said, "If I don't tell you, I'm afraid I'll forget it."

Ye Erke's mind was full of horror images, and he said nervously: "I, can I sleep here, can you don't turn off the wall lamp? I don't snore or grind my teeth! I will never disturb you!"

"Whatever you want, you can come and sleep on the bed." Chu Han's hand had withdrawn from the anesthetic, and the pain was so painful that he couldn't help but took a deep breath and lay down again.

"I don't. What if you plot something wrong with me..." Ye Erke wiped the cold sweat off his brow, but because of Mr. Chu's close proximity, he found a poor sense of security, and found a slightly tolerable place on the sofa. posture, announced: "I fell asleep."

"Coward." Chu Han laughed lightly after putting on the blindfold.

Ye Erke refused to accept it: "It's not a coward, I just don't like ghosts and ghosts."

Chu Han asked: "...Really? Then why are you hiding here? Go back to your room."

Ye Erke said stiffly: "I, I am also afraid that you will have a fever after being injured."

"Oh." Chu Han was already very tired, so he ignored it after perfunctory.

Ye Erke, who also didn't have much energy, lay on the sofa and gradually returned to Duke Zhou.

-

The joys and sorrows of yesterday will always pass, and the sun still rises as usual.

Er Ke, who had turned into an ostrich, opened his eyes slowly in the morning, only to feel that his whole body was swollen and he had no strength at all.

But Chu Han had already finished washing, made the bed smooth, and stood beside him leisurely tidying up the wardrobe.

Ye Erke asked hoarsely, "Are you feeling better?"

"I'm fine, but you're the one who's not good?" Chu Han smiled with his back turned to him.

Ye Erke was stiff: "What's wrong with me?"

"Talking in sleep all night, crying and screaming, tell me not to kill you." Chu Han's tone was full of mockery.

"No, it's impossible!" Ye Erke started with a guilty conscience. Thinking about it, it seemed that he had been having nightmares all night, and regretted reading any horror comics.

In the end, Chu Han didn't understand it, but he understood his own courage more thoroughly.

The cartoonist himself expressed helplessness: "What are you afraid of?"

Ye Erke was dejected: "I'm not afraid."

"Really?" Chu Han turned around and smiled: "There just happened to be a movie based on my comics that was released recently. I escaped the premiere, but I should have seen it long ago. How about going together?"

"Wow!" Ye Erke's admiration for him increased a little bit, and then he felt like facing a big enemy: "Horror, horror movie?"

"It's just a suspense. Ghost movies are not allowed in China." Chu Han said casually.

"No problem, let me study your masterpiece!" Ye Erke started to pat his chest again, with a righteous look on his face.