color blind love

My name is Yimeng, Yan Yimeng.Dad said that my name came from the idiom Nankeyimeng. He said that when I was just born, he was grading papers at school, and when he saw this idiom, he gave me this name hastily. (Don't be fooled by the words, I'm a guy.)

I found out I wasn't "normal" when I was six years old and got my first box of colored pencils, a birthday present from my dad.Children generally seem to relish these things, but I don't-all I see is black and white.When the other kids took my crayons and doodled, they would say, "Look, I painted the flower green, and the sun is red." And another one would say, "No, the flower is red, and the sun Red too." I've never been interested in these because they all look black to me.

At that time, I thought it was because I was not smart enough, so I couldn't see the red and green that other people said, and I didn't dare to tell my dad.

I didn't know the word "color blindness" until many years later, and I seem to be the most serious kind - full color blindness.

There is nothing strange about color blindness. It is said that one out of every four people is color blind, but I seem to be more serious.

I try to behave like those "normal" people.

I try my best to learn every subject well, but keep a respectful distance from art class.When other people are drawing with their newly bought colored pens, I will be doing homework, Chinese or mathematics, and the art teacher will not say anything about me even if they know that I am good at studying.I didn't turn in a single art assignment from elementary school until high school. (Except for the art test in the senior high school entrance examination, after I drew a horrible snake with a ballpoint pen, the teachers knew that I had no art talent at all.)

My clothes are only black and white, and I don't know if there are other colors mixed in. I can only see black and white.The clothes are all bought by my father, and I ask him to try to only buy black and white colors that he can see.

After I took the first place in the class several times in a row, I knew that it was not that I was not smart enough but that my eyes really had problems.I hid it so well, Dad found out I was colorblind when I was a sophomore in high school, last year.The grandma next door gave our family a basket of tomatoes she had grown herself. My dad put a few on the table and took the others into the kitchen. When I saw it, I picked it up and ate it without hesitation.Then when I turned around, Dad was looking at me in surprise by the kitchen door.

I actually asked, "Is this unfamiliar?"

Then my dad said, "I just put it on the table when it wasn't ripe. It's green and hard."

Me: "I want...a change." Then, I was exposed.

"Come here." Dad pulled me to the TV, and the science channel was showing Animal World. "What color is it?" He pointed to a field of grass, and the grass was all green, so I said without a doubt:

"Green."

"What about this?" The camera stopped in front of a flower,

"Red" I said.In fact, I don't know, it's all black and white.

"No, it's autumn" (he said it was autumn on TV) "The grass is all yellow, and that flower is purple. Son, don't you see the colors?"

"seems like it."