Spring wasted

Lan Xing went to the hospital to see Chen Mo every week. Although autistic patients lived in a self-enclosed world, what Lan Xing had to do was to constantly test his acceptance of external stimuli and intervene gently step by step.

After several months, Chen Mo gradually recognized him, and would not suddenly scream and attack when Lan Xing consciously guided him.

Originally, it was just a job pushed to him by his girlfriend He Xi who prevented him from continuing to see "clients". Chen Mo can integrate into real social life.

And Lan Xing found that he gradually fell in love with this job. Every time he went to see Chen Mo, he would prepare today's topics, such as reading, such as music, until one day he found that Chen Mo was unusually sensitive to colors. It is a good breakthrough.

He began to bring some simple paints to see him, such as oil pastels and watercolor pens. During the short two or three hours in the hospital, Chen Mo could smear on the canvas as he wished. Like the paintings of contemporary avant-garde artworks, Lan Xing tried to understand Chen Mo's unknown heart through these paintings.

He likes bright colors. Once he drew colorful spots on a drawing board, which looked like a sea of ​​flowers and spots of light from a distance. Lan Xing asked him what it was, and Chen Mo said blankly: "Spring."

He took Chen Mo to his own studio in the school, where there were more paints, Chen Mo would definitely have more fun.

The director of the hospital authorized Chen Mo's trip, and only stipulated that he must be sent back by a certain time.

It was evening when we arrived at the studio. This time, Blue Star asked Chen Mo to try something different. He gave him acrylic paint and gave him a brief demonstration of how to use the paint. Chen Mo seemed very interested.

Lan Xing put the two drawing boards back to back so that he and Chen Mo could draw together face to face.

The evening in early summer was very long, and the two of them painted for a while until the sun had completely set, and Lan Xing walked up to Chen Mo to see what he was painting.

He saw a large expanse of blue.

It should be said that there are many, many blues, from light blue to dark blue to dark blue. Then Chen Mo picked up the yellow paint and used a brush to gently draw long lines among them.

"What is this?" Blue Star asked him.

Chen Mo was stunned again, he looked out the window, and said a word: "Lan."

The sky light at this time is exactly the same as that on the canvas. The blue night is approaching. Between dusk and night, there are large patches of thick and colorful blue.

Chen Mo looked at Lan Xing again: "You, blue meteor."

Obviously there were yellow shooting stars on the canvas, Lan Xing smiled and patted Chen Mo's head: "Yes, it's me."

Suddenly, there was a tenderness in his heart, and Lan Xing didn't know that the way he looked at Chen Mo became soft. He realized that he liked staying with such Chen Mo very much.

Chen Mo probed towards him: "What did you draw?"

Lan Xing's painting is Chen Mo, but it's not finished yet, there is only one outline and one eye.

But Chen Mo glanced at it and said, "You're painting me."

Lan Xing smiled: "Yes, it's you." The face he drew was chaotic and fuzzy, but the eye was as clear as a lake, and it was Chen Mo's eye.

He raised his head and wiped his face, not noticing that his hands were stained with paint, and there was a red mark on his cheek.

Chen Mo looked at him and suddenly smiled.

This is the first time Lan Xing has seen him smile since he knew him, like a soft cloud stretched out in the studio, curling up.

Then, Chen Mo seemed to have discovered something new and interesting. He dipped his finger in the paint pot, and then wiped it on Lan Xing's face, laughing loudly.

"Hey!" Lan Xing took a step back, following the sparks in his mind, as if he had found a way to play that was more suitable for Chen Mo.

So he also wiped Chen Mo with his finger stained with paint, and Chen Mo laughed even harder, and the two had a crazy fight around the studio, and finally Lan Xing took off his T-shirt and said, "Come on, come here!" Let me paint on you."

Chen Mo understood, and he didn't say yes or no, but he liked this way of playing, and his always dull eyes were shining brightly.

Lan Xing had scratches from playing, and he pointed it out to Chen Mo: "Just don't touch here, understand?"

Chen Mo's hands were soaked in paint, and he smeared on Lan Xing's body, but he carefully avoided the wound. There was a small scrape on his shoulder. Chen Mo hesitated, and gently pasted it with his lips.

Lan Xing was a little surprised, but he stood still and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

"Kiss, it won't hurt anymore." Chen Mo whispered vaguely, his lips still remained on the skin.

The boy's lips were as soft as petals, and Lan Xing suddenly had a strange feeling, the sky still had the last touch of deep blue, the sound of cicadas mixed with the early summer wind poured in, Lan Xing raised the jaw of the person in front of him with his fingers, The petal-like lips were stained with some messy paint.

Chen Mo opened his eyes wide, looking at him innocently and confusedly.

Lan Xing rubbed that lip with his fingers, his heart was beating fast, but in the end he just hugged each other.

After a while he let go, but Chen Mo took the initiative to stick it up, and kissed the scratched skin with his lips again, it became very itchy, and Lan Xing felt like an electric current surged through his heart.

When the two let go again, they found that He Xi was standing by the door of the studio at some point.

She saw it all, but said nothing, and waited until the end.

Seeing other people coming, Chen Mo subconsciously hid behind Lan Xing, and He Xi walked towards them. When Lan Xing first saw He Xi, he was flustered for a moment, but somehow he calmed down quickly. He said to Chen Mo: "It's not someone else, it's sister He Xi who accompanied you, do you remember?"

He Xi had taken him with him for more than a month, but at this time Chen Mo obviously didn't recognize him anymore, he shook his head violently and held onto Lan Xing tightly.

He Xi stopped two or three meters away from them, and she said: "I'll wait for you outside, you send him back first, I'm afraid he will have a sudden stress reaction, let's talk when we come back."

After saying that, he turned and walked away.

After she walked far away, there was no sound in the corridor, and Chen Mo slowly walked out from behind Lan Xing.

After a while, he seemed to have forgotten the little episode that just happened, and he leaned towards Lan Xing, this time his lips were close to Lan Xing's face, and said, "Come again."

Panting, Lan Xing pushed him away: "It's late, I'll take you back."

He washed Chen Mo's hands, but he didn't care about the paint all over his body. He put the T-shirt on outside and took a taxi to send Chen Mo back. When he returned to the studio, He Xi was sitting on the painting he had drawn before smoking.

This is a girl who is rebellious and has her own light. Such a girl can do anything she wants to live, and she can do whatever life she wants to live. They have huge energy on them, like the sun.

However, Lanxing knows today that what he wants is not the sun, he is a star, and what he likes is the moonlight.

He Xi didn't ask what was going on today, nor was she shocked that her boyfriend was having an affair with another boy. In her understanding, love is open and fair, and there are no taboos regardless of gender. However, she felt a little sad .

"Is it impulsive?" she asked.

Lan Xing couldn't tell: "Yes, maybe."

"Will there be such an impulse?"

"I think, yes."

He Xi was startled, and the boy in front of him spoke his answer calmly and surely.

He forgot to smoke the cigarette on his finger, and nodded after a while: "Okay, I understand."

She stood up and walked to Lan Xing. She was tall, and she only needed to raise her head slightly in front of Lan Xing: "But you still hurt me."

When she said this, she was still beautiful and unruly, but her eyes had changed. This gentle boy who didn't seem to have any edges and corners was not the type she used to take a second look at. At first, she held it fresh, but gradually she really had it. I like him a little bit, who said that hurting from the unconscious hurts the most.

He Xi threw away the cigarette butt, stomped on it, she walked out, and stopped at the door: "Chen Mo won't remember you, autistic patients won't remember one thing forever, you leave him for three months , he doesn’t remember anything, just like he doesn’t remember me today.”

"It's okay." Blue Star said.

He thought of the painting Chen Mo drew today, you are a blue shooting star, yes, a shooting star streaks across the night sky, burning only for a moment.

enough.