But his family supported him after knowing that he was serious about his decision.
Also comforted him and encouraged him.
Sometimes, Zhou Yao would think... "Those few years may have been the derailment of my life."
"Later, my life got back on track."
"It took a lot of effort..."
Zhou Yao's voice was a little hoarse.
"It took a lot of effort to get off track...it took even more effort to get back on track..."
"Ha...what am I doing?"
A sigh couldn't help but escape Zhou Yao's throat.
Low.
Heavy.
…
"Aren't you fine now?"
He did not comment favorably on Zhou Yao's abandonment of painting.
This is a personal choice.
Even after initially hearing the news he felt really sorry.
But if it was Zhou Yao's own decision, he would accept it.
"You have been admitted to the university of your choice and will be able to stay and teach there immediately."
"This is not certain yet."
Zhou Yao twitched the corner of his mouth.
"I believe you can."
Zhao Luzheng's determination brought a real smile to Zhou Yao's face, "Thank you."
…
"ah."
Zhou Yao let out a long breath.
"Sure enough, I feel much happier when I say it."
"I'm just sorry, monitor, for listening to such a boring and unpleasant story."
…
"Won't."
Zhao Luzheng shook his head.
"I'm glad you told me this."
"I'm glad to see you're doing well too."
…
Zhou Yao pinched his fingers.
"yes."
"At last I am not unlucky."
Sharpening his skills in battle allowed him to succeed.
"I'm really not suitable for painting."
Zhou Yao smiled bitterly.
Because he insisted on pursuing something beyond his ability, he would be so depressed during that period.
People, it’s better to see yourself clearly.
Blindly pursuing something that is out of reach... is very painful.
…
Zhao Luzheng opened his mouth and said, "I think your painting is very good."
Zhou Yao was stunned.
Then he laughed and said, "Thank you, monitor."
…
"Are you really not going to draw anymore?"
Zhao Luzheng couldn't help but ask this question.
Zhou Yao looked slightly startled.
"……have no idea."
Zhou Yao gave an uncertain answer.
"In order to prepare for the college entrance examination, I had no time to paint."
"Maybe I spent too long preparing for the exam, and I gradually forgot about drawing."
"Maybe it's partly because I deliberately avoided painting."
"After all, the memories of painting during that time were terrible."
"I don't want to remind myself."
"Moreover, after I left the art class at that time, I had almost no opportunities to get in touch with information related to painting."
"Everyone is talking about all kinds of topics."
"None of it is about painting."
"In such an environment, it seemed easy for me to forget about painting..."
"If I hadn't met the squad leader..."
Zhou Yao felt a little emotional.
He obviously felt that he had completely forgotten that memory.
But the monitor just said casually: Are you a painter now?
That memory, a mixture of light and dark, played clearly in his mind as if the play button had been pressed.
He didn't even have time to react.
"I may not remember this memory."
Even if I think about it, it may take a long, long time.
By then he was old and retired, old enough to start thinking about the past...
Maybe he will recall this memory and tell his grandson or granddaughter about this experience as an anecdote.
…
"...It's good to think about it..."
Zhou Yao murmured.
Now when he talks about this memory, he doesn't feel upset at all, but he can treat it calmly.
"It was just an attempt that failed."
"People always have to try a lot..."
He tried painting.
He wants to be a painter.
Unfortunately, his talent is not enough to support his dream.
He gave up.
He gave up on his own.
No one is to blame.
No wonder...Teacher.
…
He had thought countless times that it would be great if the teacher was still here.
If the teacher were still here, would he be able to realize his dream?
Wouldn't he be like a defeated soldier... transferred from the art class to the ordinary class?
So embarrassed.
…
I think of the confusion I felt when I first transferred to a regular class... and the forced smile on my face when my classmates asked curious questions...
His heart was still a little depressed.
Unhappy things are unhappy things.
Nothing will change with time.
But now that I think about it, the emotions I felt at that time have indeed faded a lot.
…
Zhou Yao shook his head.
It’s been so many years, what’s the point of still thinking about it?
The past is the past.
Can not change.
Can only accept it.
…
"Zhou Yao."
There was some hesitation on Zhao Luzheng's face, "You...do you still keep that painting?"
"That painting?"
Zhou Yao asked subconsciously.
Immediately, he seemed to have thought of something.
really.
"It's the painting that the teacher changed on your graffiti."
Zhao Luzheng explained.
…
"That painting..."
Zhou Yao frowned, his expression indescribably complicated, "It should still be there."
"I put the painting away after I was transferred to the regular class."
There were a few moments when he wanted to tear off the painting that was a stark reminder of his failure.
My hand has already been placed on the drawing paper.
But in the end, he couldn't bear it.
Such a beautiful painting...
It is the only painting left to him by the teacher...
The teacher even modified it from his random scribblings.
This painting, he was shameless about, could be regarded as a joint work between him and his teacher in a sense.
Significance.
Even though he was very immature at that time and blamed his failure on the teacher for leaving without saying goodbye, he still couldn't bear to destroy the painting.
But he didn't want to see the painting either.
Out of sight is pure.
He put the painting away.
So as not to make you angry just looking at it.
...
"...Put it in the warehouse."
"If you look for it, you should still be able to find it, right?"
Zhou Yao suddenly felt some impulse.
He wanted to go back and find the painting.
Take a look at that painting with your own eyes again.
Let the vague paintings in my mind that have been covered by a veil of time fade away and become clear again.
…
"oh oh."
Zhao Luzheng nodded.
It's good that the painting is still there.
He smiled slightly.
Zhou Yao also laughed.
"Monitor, you still like to worry so much."
Zhao Luzheng was stunned.
Then he smiled bitterly and said, "I haven't worried about it for a long time."
"I was the smallest one in our dormitory in college."
So he is always the one being taken care of.
…
"The youngest is not bad either."
Zhou Yao's eyebrows are slightly curved.
"Monitor, thank you."
"You don't have to feel sorry for me."
"Everything is my choice."
He can also choose to keep drawing.
No one forced him not to paint.
It was because he couldn't stand the frustration that he finally chose to give up.
