[Douluo] I just want to be a disabled person

A new family came to the east of the village. They were a young couple. The boy was handsome and the girl was beautiful. They looked like a perfect match.

It is said that the two of them had to come to the countryside to save money because the prices in big cities were too high. The man asked the village chief to allocate a piece of land to set up a school and teach the children in the village to read. The woman lived in seclusion and seemed to be in poor health.

The adults were busy with farm work and only talked a few words about it, while the idle children were full of curiosity about their husband and wife.

"What do you think your husband originally did?"

On the hillside, the younger child asked.

"Soul master? Or is he a doctor or a teacher from the Mechanical College? I don't think he looks like a soul master at all with his delicate appearance, but he is more likely to be a doctor." A boy in neater clothes said clearly, "What do you think? Boss."

The big boy lying on the hillside with a piece of grass in his mouth glanced at him with a slightly impatient expression: "I don't know."

"Boss, what's wrong with you? You were beaten by Uncle Wang again? Why are you so unhappy?"

The boy who was called "boss" snorted and didn't speak. He just looked at the younger brother who was playing tricks.

The younger brother smiled awkwardly and swallowed.

"You don't care what they do." The young man put his hands behind his head, "Just have fun if a good teacher falls from the sky. It doesn't matter whether he is a soul master or a doctor. Even if he is a soul beast, as long as he can let us study If you have the opportunity to work in a big city in the future...that would be good. If you explore these secrets, be careful if you get angry."

When the word "Mr. angry" was mentioned, everyone fell silent for a moment.

Thinking of the slogan that had been copied three hundred times a few days ago, even the most naughty kid couldn't help but grimace: "That's right, sir, it's good, but when he gets angry, well, I'd rather he do it." Even if you beat me, you don't want to be punished...'Silence is golden, curiosity kills', I have completely memorized these eight words."

His tone was quite plaintive, and he also acted like a little old man, which should have aroused some pity, but how could the bad friend who went fishing together in the mountains have such a little thought, and didn't add insult to injury with a few words - all right A friendship that can't help but run away when each other is looking out for the wind.

"Then you should learn a little better!"

I don't know who made such a joke, and a burst of laughter followed. The children burst out laughing, and the boy's face also showed a bit more joy.

The breeze blows through the grass, engraving the time when the sun shines.

……

Tang San sneezed several times today, and Tang Lingyi, who was so obsessed with painting, couldn't help but reach out to touch his forehead.

"There's no fever. Could it be some other illness?"

After so many years, the tall and tall man seems to have changed little. He changed out of his armor and wore only a plain shirt. Tang San allowed his wife's hands to be rampant on his face: "Maybe someone is talking about it."

He took the jade hand and rubbed it skillfully a few times.

Tang Lingyi was so disturbed that she had no intention of continuing.

"...Your behavior would have been considered a hooligan in the past."

She had a serious look on her face, like a little old-fashioned person who wished she could keep a distance of three meters from her husband.

Tang San couldn't help but laugh out loud, and the movements of his hands became more and more wanton: "Only if the purpose is not to get married."

"妧妧." He came closer and pressed a kiss on the corner of the mouth, his smile full of pride: "We are husband and wife."

So these behaviors are allowed.

Tang Lingyi looked at the man who hit the snake with a stick without expression.

The cruel years seem to have given him special treatment. After all these years, the tall and tall man is even more outstanding than before.

The bright blue starlight fills the green forest sea. If you flicker for a moment, all your attention will be captured.

The woman with a sullen face raised the corners of her lips and said helplessly: "I know, but it's still daytime."

"Don't you restrain yourself?"

The anger was blocked in the mouth and tongue, and the indistinct murmurs had a different taste.

After struggling for a long time, Tang Lingyi was finally let go by the satisfied man.

Obviously they started at the same time, but after losing ground and getting favored again, she was so angry that she picked up the brush and added a few more strokes to the white paper.

Then he threw the finished work with a "pop" in front of Tang San, who was holding a carving knife and carving the jade material carefully.

"Here." Tang Lingyi rested her chin, "The gift I promised you before."

What comes into view is a complex black and white puzzle.

Tang San twitched the corner of his mouth: "..."

So is that the unique style you mentioned? Abstraction...it's so abstract!

Shortly after moving to the village where her father lived, Tang Lingyi suddenly became obsessed with the art of painting. Tang San, who had always manipulated her, naturally nodded in agreement. It happened that at the same time, he also started thinking about "carving", and the couple made a "gift" agreement while laughing and chatting - to give the first piece of work For your beloved.

Thinking it was a surprise, and besides, Tang San was actually happy to see his wife looking so energetic, so after getting to know her a little bit, he didn't ask any more questions.

But now looking at the painting in his hand that could definitely be called a distorted painting in the eyes of ordinary people, he suddenly regretted that he did not have a good understanding of what the painting his wife was interested in looked like.

"This, is...a bottle?"

It took him a long time to rack his brains and come up with such a word.

Tang Lingyi gave him a look: "...let's consider raising a panda."

He couldn't even recognize Gungun!

Tang San lowered his head again and carefully inspected the painting in his hand: "..."

...You call this an iron-eating beast? ! !

Look at this triangular black lump. Which iron-eating beast looks like this?

His eyes were very understanding. Tang Lingyi puffed up her cheeks and defended sternly: "I, this is an abstract style of painting! I don't pay attention to the form, but only focus on the characteristics that are in common. Look at the combination of black and white. How does a round figure look like a round figure?!"

Hum╭(╯╰)╮!

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If you insist on saying so...

Tang San was silent for a moment, Shao Qing, and sincerely suggested: "Honey, otherwise... you should consider traditional ink painting."

This kind of advanced art is really not something ordinary people can understand (doge).

"But I think there's nothing wrong with it." Taking the painting from his hand, Tang Lingyi propped her head on one hand and muttered with a somewhat frustrated expression: "Is it really ugly?"

"It can't be said that it's ugly." Tang San leaned over to her ear, pointing at some places that seemed strange to him and said: "Maybe it's too different from reality. In a secular sense, it's just very ugly. In line with impression cognition.”

"But according to what you said, it's actually... not bad."

Tang San quickly distinguished the difference between "concrete" and "abstract", and tried to use Tang Lingyi's thinking to understand the rather unworthy painting in front of him: "Although it is indeed difficult to adapt to it at first sight, but It'll be fine after a while. Is this one eating bamboo? Is the slightly larger one next to it its mother?"

"You see it?!"

Tang Lingyi, who was shocked, immediately cheered up after saying these words, his eyes brightened: "Yes, yes, this is what I drew. Did you see a kind of 'don't bother, naughty child' on Gungun's mother's face?" Am I impatient? These two are carefully selected by me. They are fat and cute. They are so cute when they are young. But when they grow up, they are tsundere. Why don’t they eat the food that comes with them? It’s so fun. And... …”

When she talked about the old days, a smile naturally appeared on her face, like a flower about to bloom in spring.

[Emotion is a very strange thing. It can easily and completely destroy a person, and it can also work hard to pull a person up from the darkness. She is not weak, she can even be said to be open-minded... But there is still a long way to go before she is relieved...]

When what you care about is no longer hurt, does that mean that the shadow has gone away?

Tang San felt relieved, and the gaze cast on her was so soft that it seemed to drip with water.

The time was stretched inch by inch, and golden strands of clothing were sprinkled through the gaps in the window.

The two people leaned against each other and listened to the whisper of the poem, and those bitter and hard-to-swallow things were eventually cut into fragments by the feather eyelashes, and piece by piece, they were stuffed into the torrent of time.

The young man is unruly.

Although the turmoil in the mainland in the past few years has indeed brought many rapid changes to the world, the gap between towns and villages still exists.

Ordinary people do have more means to make a living and strengthen themselves, but for remote areas where education is scarce, these means... are still a flower in the mirror and a moon in the water.

He was unwilling to bury his life in this small village road, and always wanted to go out for a walk, even if it was just to gain experience.

But the people around him had a funny attitude towards this child with a weak martial spirit and no outstanding soul master qualifications.

His parents advised him to learn more crafts while he was still young, so as not to look like the leper in the village when he was old; after listening to his words, the younger brothers only dreamed about it, thinking that this was some kind of "daydream contest"... If you want to ask, who else is reluctant? If he was on his side, it would be Village Chief Old Jack.

——They believed each other’s absurd stories.

"There was a god who walked out of Shenhun Village."

“One day I will be the person who changes the world.”

Like lonely birds, they have become close friends across all ages.

There are returning geese perching on the white clouds. In the shackles of reality, dreams look up to the sky and roar.

"If you want to try again, ask your husband."

When the young man heard such a passage from Old Jack, he was not surprised or surprised. What he felt in his heart was a sigh of "Sure enough, it is so."

No matter how gorgeous the language is, some things cannot be hidden.

The calmness from the inside out, the weird mechanisms, and the casual examples... this rough disguise is almost nakedly different.

But the young man who was not very knowledgeable at the moment didn't think much about it and just thought that this gentleman was just well-informed.

It was not until later that he passed the examination of the Mechanical College, won the ranking in the competition across the continent, and was allowed to enter the Qunxian Pavilion and saw the painting at the end of the corridor. He suddenly understood that he had received "divine guidance" as a child. What a blessing!

However, that was all a long time ago.

Today's teenagers, although they have the foundation for their dreams, are still arrogant boys with ambitions as high as the sky.

"gentlemen."

"Huh?" Tang San looked at the young man in front of him: "What's wrong?"

The young man's face was filled with confusion: "You are obviously very powerful, why are you willing to stay in this small village and spend your days idle?"

Tang San smiled: "Because you are poor."

His calm look made the young man speechless for a moment, as if he was saying, "Do you think I believe it?"

The man who was led astray by Tang Lingyi couldn't help but curl his lips when he saw this.

He sat on the hillside and pointed into the distance: "Standing here, what can you see?"

The young man subconsciously looked at it, and saw the green city stretching like small black dots shining in the sun: "Mountains, trees, and majestic cities."

"Yes, but in my eyes... there is only the peace in front of me."

The young man was a little confused, as if he didn't understand.

Tang San explained patiently: "You want to go outside and have a look, so you can't help but look far away. But I just want to stay here, so the scenery in the distance has nothing to do with me."

"We don't all want the same thing."

When he said this, his tone suddenly became gentle, and his bright eyes made the young man couldn't help but feel a little sweetness.

"You are eager to make great achievements, but I just want to spend the rest of my life with my wife."

The young man nodded as if understanding, and then asked, "But sir, don't you think this is a waste of your talents?"

He frowned and said: "Although I don't know what the level of teachers outside is, but..."

He glanced at Tang San, who looked very ordinary, and said, "I think I can't compare to you, sir."

"Then let's waste it."

Tang San started to pack up the parts around him, and said slowly: "I am just a teacher, you think too highly of me."

The young man was a little dissatisfied and was about to continue the debate when he saw the man who moved quickly had already walked to the door.

The light that day was particularly discerning, rendering Tang San's back powerful and slender.

In the haze, the young man felt that he heard a chuckle. Then came that casual remark that he would never forget.

"In this life, some people are mediocre and some are outstanding, but that is all from the perspective of others. Life is precious, so you must try to live it for yourself."

“Just don’t forget what you want most—what it is.”

The words of an old man who had gone through a thousand sails sounded a bit heavy. The young man, thinking that he had touched something sad about his husband, said "yes" and did not dare to talk about it anymore. He just subconsciously remembered it in his heart and let it accompany him. Walked through high mountains and low valleys by myself.

Young man (confused): Maybe...sir, due to some reasons, he once lost something very important.

He decided to take care of some more "vulnerable" gentlemen for this reason.

But many years later, the young man who knew the truth almost shed tears.

If this counts as your inaction, sir...

So, who are they?

A puppet just filling the world?

Young man (bitter): I spent all those years trying to comfort my husband, but in the end I made a mistake┭┮﹏┭┮.