The Luck Child is Fascinated By Me

[He Zhijun, who has experienced gossip, reluctantly gathers himself up to prepare for the concert.

I want to be worthy of my career, and I don't want to disappoint my fans.

The concert ended steadily.

He Zhijun was about to leave the stage.

Suddenly a group of media jumped out from every corner.

"Mr. He, it was rumored on the Internet that you suffer from color blindness. Is it true?"

He Zhijun silently pushed the media away.

"Are you defaulting?"

He Zhijun stopped.

"I don't think that being colorblind has anything to do with my profession being a pianist."

"I rely on my hands, not my vision."

"Then you admitted it?" The media still pressed hard.

"I'm colorblind."

He Zhijun looked at the camera with a calm expression and a firm tone.

"Even if I am flawed." His eyes were burning.

"No one can stop me from making my own way in the music industry."

"Don't you think your styles have converged?"

Reporters are still not giving up.

"Because it's different from everyone, there's no way to grasp the way ordinary people express their emotions, right?"

This is indeed the case.

He Zhijun couldn't deny it.

"I'll find a solution."

The media got the answer they wanted.

"How do you solve it? This is not something that can be solved by hard work."

"You couldn't have done better."

"Isn't it?"

"How is it possible to create immersive music without knowing what color is?"

The audience came together and seemed to accept that statement, too.

Their eyes were strange.

He Zhijun turned pale and was surrounded by the media.

"So, can you still write good works?"

"Are you still inspired?"

"You can't feel the world in everyone's eyes, can you really express emotions?"

From the beginning.

The real purpose of this turmoil is not his flaws.

But thoroughly, through this flaw, let everyone doubt his work and question his ability.

"I have done everything you asked."

"Yes, yes, it's just a push for public opinion."

"Everything you asked me to say was also said in front of everyone at the concert."

"Yes, the effect is very good, but unfortunately you didn't see the expressions of the audience below."

"In terms of my compensation..."

"Okay, if you have any more requests, just contact me."]

He Zhijun ran into some trouble.

Lost inspiration first.

Recently, my illness has spread on the Internet.

It's obviously just a small matter, but the louder it gets, the more fierce it gets.

He wants to solve everyone's doubts.

Shrinking in the music room, he tried to regain his state day and night.

Or as suggested by Mother He.

to find a new style.

"How to do"

He Zhijun bit his fingers tightly.

Paper is scattered all over the place.

"Still can't write it."

"Open the door!"

Xinghe slammed the door vigorously.

"He Zhijun! Open the door for me!"

"Let me go to my parents' house for a few days and say that I have something to do!"

"And ended up hiding here?"

When Xinghe noticed something was wrong, He Zhijun was already too deep.

"You open the door for me first."

Xinghe slowed down his voice.

He Zhijun leaned his back against the door and listened to the sound outside the door.

How am I qualified to face you?

Do I have to admit that it is exactly what they say.

I'm simply not capable of completing new works.

"How am I worthy of you?"

"I want to spend a lifetime with you, what will I support you?"

He Zhijun slowly wrapped his arms around his legs and murmured in a low voice.

Xinghe waited for a long time, but He Zhijun didn't open the door.

"Are you afraid?"

Xinghe was a little annoyed.

"Did you admit defeat?"

"He Zhijun! Did you just admit defeat?"

- Respond to me quickly!

"Is that all you can do?"

- Open the door!

"Are you crying in there? Are you bowing your head to those who mock you?"

- Don't cry. I am here.

"I'm disappointed in you."

--why did not you tell me?

-Why don't you share with me?

-Why do you have to endure it yourself?

Looking at the door worriedly, Xinghe turned and left.

"I'd like to see."

"What kind of scumbag is in the gutter!"

"People who dare to bully me!"

It was quiet outside the door.

Has the galaxy gone?

He Zhijun stuck it on the door, holding his breath.

"Don't go."

He Zhijun was a little scared and finally spoke.

"I wanted to tell you, but I was afraid you would be worried."

"I asked my parents to take care of you, and I'll take you home when I write this song."

"But I really can't write it."

"I'm so scared."

He puppy choked, his ears shrank, and his tail drooped down.

He opened the door.

I was about to hug my lover in grief.

There was no one outside the door.

"gone."

He Zhijun pulled the door handle.

"He was disappointed in me."

"He doesn't want me anymore."

"Have you found it?"

"It's all the network addresses of a studio?"

"Send it to my phone."

Comparing the address, Xinghe came to a studio.

"I want to see the head of your studio."

"Ah, who am I?"

Xinghe's face turned cold.

"He Zhijun's boyfriend."

"It's okay, it's okay, just calm down."

He Puppy kept telling himself.

"Go and apologize, go and apologize right away."

"Last time Xinghe said that if you make him angry again, just paint a picture."

"Draw! This is painting!"

"Where's the paintbrush?"

Turning the house upside down, He Zhijun found the paintbrush.

Lay out the pen and paper.

He Zhijun took the photo of the two seriously.

"Black hair, pink lips..."

According to the label, He Zhijun colored.

"Draw it!"

With the drawing paper, He Zhijun ran out of the house.

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