B-level director

Chapter 33

All day long, I was very anxious, but also had a small sense of excitement. Coca-Cola bubbles came to my heart in strings, which were refreshing and bursting lightly.He wanted to grab Qi Geer's hand, to take a step forward, nose to his nose, toes to his toes, to blow on his eyes, to see how he blinked, and to Put your arms around his shoulders in a possessive pose.But he just stretched out his finger and flicked the mole on Qi Ge'er's ear.

Brother Qi trembled like an electric shock, and protecting his earlobe, he said, "Are you sick again?"

All day long, he is mean. When facing the person he likes, he always has to disturb him to be comfortable. "A mole on the ear is a sign of a teenager's fortune. Usually, those with a mole on the left ear are smart, fantasizing, and prone to illness."

Brother Qi was overjoyed: "The master is very accurate, how many heresy things do you know, and you just open your mouth."

"Bowen memorizes by force, and only memorizes useless things." Cheng Tianlu said, his mind was already out of his mind.Brother Qi blushed when his ears were touched.

All day long, Lu's heart was racing, and the originally vague desire suddenly became concrete.They almost said at the same time: "Why are you so red?" They took a step back at the same time, surprised and a little embarrassed, it turned out that all the thoughts were floating on their faces.

Cheng Tianlu knows that Brother Qi will not show his gaps from time to time, this is a good opportunity to show his heart, if he misses it, he doesn't know when he will have courage again.

He hardened his heart, looked into Brother Qi's eyes, and said, "I like you."

Brother Qi's normal pupil suddenly dilated, the same size as the disabled one, and the heterochromatic pupil disappeared. He became an ordinary man, because he was caught off guard by the sudden confession.Thousands of books, so many thrilling stories, countless hypothetical lives, all melted into a soft background, none of which is bigger and sharper than "I like you".

until--

A voice behind said: "Xiaoqi is also liked by someone, how rare."

The two jumped up almost at the same time, and the melted books went straight back to the cabinet one by one, and the illusory scene returned to the simple old house.As far as he could see, an old lady came out of the corridor wearing cotton slippers.

The two were extremely embarrassed, but the old lady greeted with a smile: "Is this your friend?"

Brother Qi: "Uh, I... my friend, Tianlu."

Cheng Tianlu said obediently: "Hello, Auntie. I woke you up? I'm here at this time, sorry for the interruption." His heart was still beating wildly, but his social instinct recovered, and he instantly turned back into a well-educated and polite young man.

He waved his hands with the old lady, and said enthusiastically, "Don't bother. Have you two eaten yet? Can I have a meal with you?"

"Eat, don't be too busy." "Mom, go to sleep, Tianlu will spend the night here tonight, we both packed up and went to bed right away."

"Okay." The old lady looked at Cheng Tianlu with a smile.Cheng Tianlu almost bowed his head with a guilty conscience, and the old lady looked at him with kindness and weighing, which reminded him of the embarrassment he felt when he first entered the society for an interview.

Brother Qi had already accompanied his mother to the door of the room.Said to the old lady: "It's rare to come back early, rest early today, don't be overwhelmed, boy. Look at your little face, you can't pinch a piece of meat even if you try hard."

Brother Qi was helpless: "Old lady, you are picking pig heads from the vegetable market. I will order to eat them hard tomorrow, so as to get them out of the market as soon as possible. Don't worry, go back to sleep."

The old lady returned to the room, and the two walked along the corridor to the last room.Turn on the lights, close the door, and the walls form a closed space.

Qige'er's bedroom has two styles from the outside, blue, green, yellow and red, full of colors, a thread is drawn on the wall, many drawings are hung, various alien and monster figures are placed on the white desk, and several "Metal Hurlant" Comic magazines are piled up in a stack, and there are painting tools, art books and photo albums in the cabinets, so that the bed and wardrobe are isolated like a surrounded island.

This room is almost exactly the same as Cheng Tianlu imagined, but he never expected that Brother Qi was born in such an ordinary family of scholars - a successful father, a gentle and nagging mother, and an outgoing and pleasant sister, It is simply a model family that can go to the Spring Festival Gala.

Interrupted by the old lady, the ambiguous atmosphere of the confession dissipated. Now that the two of them are alone, the air has thickened again.They were out of subject for a while.In order to dispel the embarrassment, Cheng Tianlu looked at Brother Qi and smiled: "You are not bad at popularity. There are many stars on the set, and Uncle Hai regards you as a sweetheart. Why is the old lady worried that no one likes you?"

Brother Qi lazily leaned on the bed, "I'm withdrawn. When I was young, they thought I would spend my whole life with those toys."

Cheng Tianlu casually picked up the muscular monster doll, weighed it in his hand, and said, "It's normal for the older generation of cultural people to look down on popular culture. Wang Shuo scolded Jin Yong for nothing back then. They grew up in different environments, and all of these Think of it as rubbish produced by consumerism. Especially since your father is a great writer, he has high expectations of you, right?"

"He didn't expect much from me," Qi Ge'er laughed sullenly, "It's just that I behaved too badly. Come to my bed!"

Cheng Tianlu walked lightly to the bed, and was pulled onto the bed by Brother Qi.Brother Qi's bed is not soft, but all day long he feels that he has no safety line, and his heart is soft and numb.This is an old-fashioned double bed with a width of only 135 centimeters. It is inevitable that two adults will be unable to use their hands and feet. When Brother Qi turned over, he bumped into Cheng Tianlu's arm.

Cheng Tianlu's heartbeat soared like clockwork again, and he couldn't control it.Brother Qi knelt on the mattress without any image, and his upper body moved towards the head of the bed. With a deft movement of his hand, he lifted a large piece of the cracked wallpaper.

Cheng Tianlu thought to himself: No wonder Brother Qi discovered peacock paintings. People in this group of painters have a habit of hiding secrets?The wallpaper was opened, revealing a lot of faded graffiti, all of which were immature children's paintings. It can be seen that the past was full of colors, wild and unconstrained, weird species, scenes and messy texts connected into a large mural.Cheng Tianlu looked at it carefully, at first he only admired the work, but later his smile froze.

He should have guessed it long ago.

Brother Qi: "How do I draw?"

"Very good," Cheng Tianlu touched a word on the wall, "I've never seen you write, so that's how it is." The word "hand" on the wall is reversed, the so-called mirror word.The few words that appeared in the whole graffiti were almost incorrect, either the strokes were missing, or they were reversed; in terms of painting techniques and control, Brother Qi was at least eight years old and nine years old at the time, so he shouldn’t have even "" I can't even write "by hand".

This is characteristic of dyslexics.Cheng Tianlu felt sympathetic: "Your parents never knew?"

"I was only diagnosed when I was 14 years old. Before they thought I was poor in brain, playful and did not learn well, they found a bunch of famous teachers to teach them, but they didn't work, and then they simply ignored me. I don't know what happened to me. At first, because my grades were too poor and I couldn’t concentrate in class, the teacher arranged a special seat for me, and I sat in all four corners, and all I had to do was set up a glass cover around me so that I wouldn’t spoil others.”

All kinds of strange creatures are painted on the walls, with horns where they should not have horns, and where there should be eyes, there is nothing.should.Unfortunately, many people do not grow up according to "should".The number of people with dyslexia is actually very large, but it is difficult to detect. Patients are usually mentally healthy, even very intelligent, and are no different from ordinary people except that they cannot correctly recognize the order of words and numbers.Such children will only be mistaken for being stupid or not interested in learning.Which parent can agree that the child's misfortune is due to bad genes?So in the end, it is always blamed on laziness, and the children are forced to work harder.

Brother Qi continued: "Mr. Editor-in-Chief, when you write about events and people, you must have a standard in your heart, what kind of 'people' should be, right? If his behavior is not in the standard, if he cheats, he will become news."

Cheng Tianlu thought for a while, and said with a smile: "This is quite reasonable, the generalization ability of the great director is quite strong."

"That's what Ling Lingjiu said, I just like to think about it."

All day long, Lu laughed without saying a word.Qi Geer: "But I discovered from a young age that people are fundamentally different. What you see with your eyes is completely different from what I see with my eyes. At that time, I was in a glass cover, and everything was very difficult. I understand, and none of my classmates are willing to play with me, so I have to play with myself, scribbling all day long, but the teacher complained to my parents, saying that I learned like shit because I didn’t pay attention to the class. My father confiscated my paper And pens, notebooks, and paints are all gone. If they are gone, they will be gone. Where can I not paint?" Brother Qi

Looking at the wall, "I can draw anywhere, my father's books, the floor, clothes..."

Cheng Tianlu couldn't bear it: "How did they find out later?"

"My father took great pains to get me into No. [-] Middle School. My grades were still bad, and I couldn't do sports—the coordination was so bad that my left and right hands would fight even if I tied my shoelaces."

"Ah!" Cheng Tianlu felt sore in his heart.Dyslexia is the dysfunction of the cortex around the left Sylvian fissure of the brain, resulting in speech defects and motor defects. As a result, some people cannot grasp the distance and direction, cannot accurately throw the ball to the person's hand, and are slow to fasten buttons.It turned out that Brother Qi couldn't take care of himself, and besides laziness, there was another reason.

Brother Qi: "I have a bad temper. I got into a fight with someone within half a year of entering school. The grandson lost four teeth. I injured my eyes and permanently damaged my sphincter. I had to recuperate at home for several months. After that My parents stopped forcing me to study, and took me to find doctors everywhere, fearing that I would become crazy. One doctor diagnosed me as born with dyslexia, brain damage, and no matter how hard I worked. After that, I never went to school again. Hanging around in the studio." Qi Ge'er's voice became softer and weaker, like a scene in a movie that is gradually fading: "Until the age of seventeen or eighteen, drawing comics, and before people knew each other, I was by myself. When I was young, I had no friends, and I had no interest in others. I was different from anyone, different from my father, and even less like you..."

Before finishing a sentence, Qi Geer suddenly had a strange premonition and stopped talking. Almost at the same time, his body warmed up, and Cheng Tianlu's arms wrapped around his shoulders and waist from behind, hugging him tightly. arms.

Brother Qi's mouth froze, and he couldn't move his mind, allowing Cheng Tianlu's voice to penetrate into the ear with the "juvenile mole": "Needless to say, you are a weirdo, I knew it when I knew you .Ah, poor thing, from brain to eyes to hands and feet, there is nothing good. Who would want you like you? How about I serve the people and accept you. What do you think?"