Chapter 2152 Painting

But his family supported him after knowing that he was serious about his decision.

Also comfort him and encourage him.

Sometimes, Zhou Yao would think... "Those few years may have been the time when my life went off track."

“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…”

"Huh...what am I doing?"

A sigh couldn't help but escape from Zhou Yao's throat.

Low.

heavy.

……

"Aren't you feeling well now?"

He had no good words to say about Zhou Yao giving up painting.

This is a personal choice.

Even though he really felt sorry when he first heard the news.

But if it was Zhou Yao's own decision, he would accept it.

"You have been admitted to the university of your choice, and you will be able to stay on to teach there soon."

"That's not certain yet."

Zhou Yao twitched the corner of his mouth.

"I believe you can."

Zhao Luzheng's confidence made Zhou Yao smile sincerely, "Thank you."

……

"what."

Zhou Yao let out a long breath.

"I feel much better after I say it out loud."

"I'm sorry that you, monitor, had to listen to such a boring and unpleasant story."

……

"will not."

Zhao Luzheng shook his head.

"I'm glad you told me that."

"Glad to see you're doing well now, too."

……

Zhou Yao pinched his fingers.

"Yes."

"At least I'm not that unlucky."

Sharpening his skills before the battle helped him succeed.

“I’m really not suitable for painting.”

Zhou Yao smiled bitterly.

Because he insisted on pursuing things beyond his capabilities, he was so depressed during that period.

People, it is really better to see themselves clearly.

It is painful to blindly pursue something that is out of reach.

……

Zhao Luzheng opened his mouth and said, "I think you draw very well."

Zhou Yao was stunned.

Then he smiled and said, "Thank you, squad leader."

……

"You really don't want to paint anymore?"

Zhao Luzheng couldn't help but ask this question.

Zhou Yao was slightly stunned.

"……do not know."

Zhou Yao gave an uncertain answer.

"Before, I was preparing for the college entrance examination and had no time to paint."

"Maybe I spent too much time preparing for the exam, and I gradually forgot about painting."

“Maybe it’s also partly because I’ve deliberately avoided painting.”

"After all, the memories of painting during that time were terrible."

“I don’t want to recall it.”

"Besides, after I left the art class, I almost lost the opportunity to get in touch with information related to painting."

“Everyone was talking about all kinds of topics.”

“None of them are about drawing.”

"In that 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 clearly thought he had completely forgotten that memory.

But the monitor just asked casually: Are you a painter now?
That interweaving memory of light and darkness seemed to have been played clearly in his mind as if the play button had been pressed.

He didn't have time to react.

“I may not recall this memory.”

Even if I want to remember it, it may be a long, long time later.

By then he was old, retired, and old enough to start reminiscing about the past.
Maybe he will recall this memory and tell his grandchildren about this experience as an anecdote.

……

“…It’s good to remember…”

Zhou Yao murmured.

Now when he talks about this memory, he doesn't feel any waves in his heart, but can treat it calmly.

"It was just an attempt that failed."

“People always have to make a lot of attempts…”

He tried painting. He wanted to be a painter.

Unfortunately, his talent was not enough to support his dream.

He gave up.

He gave it up himself.

No one is to blame.

No wonder...teacher.

……

He had thought countless times in the past that it would be great if the teacher were still alive.

If the teacher were still alive, would he be able to realize his dream?
Wouldn’t he be like a defeated soldier…transferred from the art class to a regular class?

So embarrassing.

……

Thinking back to the initial confusion I felt when I transferred to a regular class... and the forced smile I had to put on in response to my classmates' curious questions...

He still felt a little depressed.

Unhappy things are unhappy things.

Nothing will change because of time.

But now thinking back, the emotions I had at that time have indeed faded a lot.

……

Zhou Yao shook his head.

So many years have passed, what's the point of still thinking about those things?
The past is the past.

Can not change.

Can only accept.

……

"Zhou Yao."

Zhao Luzheng showed some hesitation on his face, "You... do you still have that painting?"

"That picture?"

Zhou Yao asked subconsciously.

Immediately, he seemed to have thought of something.

really.

"It's the one where the teacher changed your doodle."

Zhao Luzheng explained.

……

"That painting..."

Zhou Yao frowned, his expression was indescribably complicated, "It should still be kept."

"I put the painting away after I transferred to a regular class."

There were a few moments when he wanted to tear up the painting that was such a stark reminder of his failure.

His hands were already on the drawing paper.

But in the end, he couldn't bear to do it.

Such a beautiful painting...

This is the only painting that the teacher left for him...

It was a painting that the teacher modified from his random scribbles.

This painting, he did with a thick face, can be considered 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's 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.

Lest you get angry just by looking at it.

".Put it in the warehouse."

"If I look for it, I should be able to find it, right?"

Zhou Yao suddenly felt some impulse.

He wanted to go back and find the painting.

Look at the painting again with your own eyes.

Let the blurry picture in my mind, which has been covered by a veil of time, fade away and become clear again.

……

"oh oh."

Zhao Luzheng nodded.

I wish the painting was still there.

He smiled slightly.

Zhou Yao also laughed.

"Squad leader, you still like to worry so much."

Zhao Lu was stunned.

Then he smiled bitterly, “I haven’t worried about it for a long time.”

“I was the youngest person in my dormitory in college.”

So he is always the one who is taken care of.

……

"The youngest one is not bad either."

Zhou Yao's eyebrows curved slightly.

"Thank you, squad leader."

"You don't have to feel sorry for me."

“Everything is my choice.”

He can also choose to keep painting.

No one forced him not to paint.

He couldn't stand the feeling of failure and finally chose to give up.

(End of this chapter)