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Since my right eye was able to see, I was back to my old self.

Painting, selling paintings, earning money while studying in graduate school.

After all, I lost one eye. Even if my painting skill has not decreased, my painting skills can no longer be improved much.

If I want to break through, my paintings will always lack a sense of coordination. After a few tries, I give up.

Only once in a while, when I am interested, I will make a few strokes. Maybe there will be people who appreciate my style after I die?

Like Van Gogh.

I always vaguely thought that I would meet He Zhou again, but it came so quickly.

I'm not ready yet.See him again.

On that day, the autumn colors were slightly thick.

The first student I ever taught came to my studio.

He said, "Hey, long time no see."

I nodded.

He Zhou looked at me, looked at me closely, and said just now: "Ah, do you have anything to say?"

I guess he has already found out all the ins and outs of the matter.

I do not escape.

In this matter, I really feel sorry for him.

So I apologized very seriously: "He Zhou, I'm sorry."

He Zhou looked at me and suddenly said, "Ah, can you draw me a picture?"

I replied: "Okay."

He Zhou took out the school uniform, the Suhe High School uniform I gave him, and slowly put it on himself.

Compared to when he was in high school, he has grown a lot taller now, so the clothes he wears are so nondescript.

But in my eyes, it fits so well.

That's where we started.

It will also be our end.

I start drawing.

The pencil slowly outlines He Zhou's figure, which is slender, pale and handsome.

I can draw his eyebrows, eyes, bridge of nose, corners of lips with my eyes closed.

Time passed with the sound of rustling, He Zhou didn't say a word, and neither did I.

I stopped my pen slowly, leaving a shallow stroke on the drawing paper in a daze.

I handed the painting to He Zhou and let him see it.

He Zhou took the painting and looked at it. He was stunned for a while, and suddenly, for some reason, tears fell.

Typed on the drawing paper.

Normally, I would be extremely angry.

However, at this moment, I am silent without any words.

I didn't expect him to cry, maybe not even himself.

When he traveled across the ocean alone as a child, he didn't cry.

When I rejected him many times, he didn't cry.

When his father died, he didn't cry.

He didn't cry when I broke up with him.

This time, he cried so sadly.

That was the first time I saw He Zhou cry.

Also the last time.

Perhaps he already knew.

We're fucked.

From the moment he didn't believe me.

Since I lost an eye.

We're all done.

There is no more possibility.

He Zhou came just like that, and left quietly.

He is a proud man.

To be able to come to me has pulled down the last dignity.

I covered my right eye and looked at the direction he left, a blur of chaos.

He Zhou...

My entire youth, my entire youth, was buried in that painting along with He Zhou.

In that painting, I painted the boy who broke into my studio for the first time.

Wearing a good-looking uniform of Huanyi High School, with eyes bent and smiling happily, in order to hide from the peach blossoms, he casually barged into my studio.

It turns out that I have loved He Zhou for so long.

Turns out, I love him more than I thought.

I finally couldn't help it, hugged the drawing board and started to cry.

It hurts.

It hurt so bad I couldn't breathe.

When I went home that night, Cheng Yang had just come back. He was making a fruit platter, and when he saw me, he greeted me and told me to rest for a while before making dinner together.

I looked at Cheng Yang's busy figure in the kitchen and murmured softly.

"Cheng Yang, thank you."

"Thank you for accompanying me through those dark and lightless years."

In the end, I couldn't help but stepped forward and hugged Cheng Yang, he patted my hand, and said shamelessly: "Although I know that my brother, I love the tires in the workshop, but you treat me with a flat tire. You don’t have to be so fanatical about your admiration.”

I laughed and kissed him, and suddenly said: "Cheng Yang, let's go abroad to get married."

Hearing this, Cheng Yang opened his mouth, and tears suddenly fell down uncontrollably.

Obviously one second he had the same expression as Two Hundred and Five, but the next second he looked like an idiot.

This transformation made me laugh out loud.

So I jokingly asked: "Why are you crying?"

Cheng Yang: "It's windy."

Me: "Why didn't I know there was wind? Cry when you cry, I won't laugh at you."

Cheng Yang: "I didn't cry."

Me: "You treat me as blind."

Cheng Yang: "Aren't you half blind?"

I:"……"

——THEEND——

The author has something to say:

This is a bloody article. I originally planned to write 10,000+ words, but this kind of subject matter itself is not flattering, so I just let it go, and just released it all.

All in all, I am almost satisfied with this ending. He Zhou is not suitable for Bai, his love just makes Bai feel panic, and Cheng Yang is suitable for him to go on.

Although it's sloppy, my logic is like this.

Hugs, I love you all.Compare heart.

Thank you for watching all the way down, bow down.