When he heard the word red, the paintbrush in Hu Zize's hand fell to the ground with a "snap", and in the originally silent classroom, everyone's eyes looked towards the last row.

Because of Hu Zize, and also because of Xiao Bei.

His limbs were stiff, his body seemed to be unable to control himself, and Hu Zize's face was as hot and uncomfortable as fire.

The classmate next to him looked at the gouache painting in front of Hu Zize in amazement.

The male classmate's face was not tasteful, and looking at the more and more eyes around him, a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Right...... I'm sorry......"

Hu Zize stared straight at his picture, his eyes were blank, and he didn't say a word.

The teacher went to chase Xiao Bei, there were only about two dozen students left in the classroom, and after Hu Zize behaved abnormally, a few people secretly stretched out their heads to look at Hu Zize.

The atmosphere was a little weird, the classmates whispered among themselves, Hu Zize's face was expressionless, and the roots of his ears were red.

Time passed little by little, until the classroom door was pushed open again, and Mr. Lu, who had two beards, explained to everyone:

"Xiao Bei is fine, it's just that something happened to her family suddenly, and she forgot about the result of asking for leave, but now I think about it, don't be distracted, continue to paint, and put it outside collectively at ten o'clock to comment. ”

The teacher said as she watched the progress of the students' picture back and forth.

It was very quiet all around, and Hu Zize could almost hear the sound of his own heartbeat, and the feeling that his body was getting stiffer and hotter.

He didn't move, eager to find a hole in the ground and get in.

The footsteps around him got closer and closer, and Mr. Lu finally stopped behind Hu Zize.

The male classmate next to him squinted at Hu Zize, with a very complicated expression on his face, but it was still not difficult to see the meaning of wanting to see a joke.

Teacher Lu looked at Hu Zize's picture in disbelief:

The original blue hue was painted in flower tones by Hu Zize, bright red and bright interlining, blue apples, purple pears, bright yellow backgrounds, and colorful folds......

All the colors, each one of them does not match the original picture, and each one of them is very wrong.

Hu Zize still didn't speak, he breathed heavily, and kept telling himself in his mind: It's going to be okay, it's going to be okay, it's going to be okay......

But no matter how many times he said it in his heart, no matter how much he hinted at himself, he couldn't change the facts in front of him.

Yes, his world has no color.

His eyes were cured, but he became a color blind, a complete color blindness......

Teacher Lu behind him rubbed his eyes, still surprised: "Hu Zize, you ......?"

Gritting his teeth, he only felt that he was fluttering, and only the burning sensation on his face remained.

"Teacher ......"

"I can't see the colors anymore......"

The words were thunderous, and everyone looked at Hu Zize with a brush, and the expressions on everyone's faces were different, but they were more or less curious.

People who draw are rarely colorblind, and they are curious about what the world looks like in the eyes of colorblindness.

It cannot be denied that most people are selfish, people like to gather around to watch the excitement, and like to make up for others when they fall.

People are born to cry, no matter what state their mother is in.

The long morning class ended, and the people of the elite class left one after another.

Hu Zize still paints gouache over and over again, even if his world is only black and white.

Teacher Lu half-squatted on the ground, he sighed and said to Hu Zize: "Don't worry, there must be a way, maybe you can memorize the color?"

"Yes, but apples aren't just red, tablecloths can be blue or green......" Beard Zeze's voice was a little hoarse.

Teacher Lu looked embarrassed, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

With a wry smile, Hu Zize shook his head and said, "Thank you, Mr. Lu, I think I can practice sketching and sketching well, if I can get a full score......

His voice became deeper and lower: "Perhaps, I can barely pass the three books......"

The last sentence sounds unusually depressing, but it is impossible to refute.

Teacher Lu wanted to say something, but Hu Zize said to himself: "In the future, I will probably become a joke forever...... Downright ...... A joke......"

"Don't think so, your sketches are so good......"

Hu Zize didn't answer, just shook his head and smiled bitterly, and tears couldn't help but burst out of his eyes.

Outside the classroom, people gathered in twos and threes, and they exchanged words and gossip.

"I heard that the elite class Hu Zize is colorblind!"

"Oh my God, color blindness, the exam is coming soon, how can he take the test? color blindness......"

"Who knows, it's cold!"

……

The light blue bed curtain was still raised in the wind, and in the classroom, Hu Zize was munching on bread while looking at the picture book in his hand with a blank face.

The bread in his mouth was inexplicably bitter, and he sobbed uncontrollably.

Inside the door was the sound of intermittent crying, while outside the door and downstairs there was the sound of discussion and laughter.

His thoughts died little by little in the dim world, and just when Hu Zize was almost sleepy from crying, a nameless face full of indifferent smiles appeared in his mind again.

Just the day before yesterday, Teacher Wu smiled and said to him:

"I can help myself achieve my wish......"

Wish......

The bread in Hu Zize's hand fell to the ground, he covered his head, and kept repeating a word in his mind:

"My eyes, I want back my eyes, my eyes, eyes ......"

- "Squeak." ”

The door was pushed open, and Hu Zize looked up at the door.

But when he saw the comer, his face was stunned.

Because the person who gradually walked towards him was a nameless man in a gray robe.

"Teacher Wu...... Why are you here?"

For some reason, Hu Zize felt a chill behind him.

With a demagogic smile on Nameless' face, he looked straight at Hu Zize, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised.

"I heard your obsession, and I am here to fulfill your wishes. ”

Hu Zize's feet moved, he wanted to speak and stopped, and looked at Nameless vigilantly.

"Good, as long as you come with me, I will give you back your eyes, you are still the pride of the whole school, you are still the honor student......"

Nameless is getting closer and closer, and the smile on the corner of his lips is not diminished, but for some reason, Hu Zize always feels that something is not quite right with this Teacher Wu.

His smile was full of temptation.

"Good, come with me......"

Nameless Xiao Yingying stretched out his hand in front of Hu Zize, and he still kept repeating a sentence: "As long as you go with me, I will return my eyes to you......"

The voice was like a ghost, and thousands of strands entwined Hu Zize's thoughts, and finally swallowed them up little by little.

Eyes, eyes.

That's right, he just wants to get his eyes back, eyes, no matter what the price, he just wants his own eyes.

His body stiffened a little, Hu Zize's eyes were all white, and his body stood up little by little like a puppet, and finally reached out and held the nameless hand.

"Eyes, can you give me eyes......"

A smile appeared at the corner of Nameless's lips, he leaned into Hu Zize's ear, and said in a low voice: "Okay, give me your life, and I'll give you your eyes, how about it?"

Hu Zize nodded mechanically, and said in a stiff voice: "Okay, I'll give you my life, you give me your eyes, okay, great!"

At the end, Hu Zize actually laughed.

"That's good. ”

Nameless smiled undiminished, obviously satisfied, and then, the curtains around him were windless, and the walls twisted and finally shattered.

The original classroom was gone, and only a mountain path leading into the distance remained, surrounded by fallen leaves and tall dead trees.

Hu Zize stood motionless beside Nameless, and the original Nameless disappeared.

Instead, there was a negative kendo man in a Tsing Yi Taoist robe, the Taoist wore a black and white mask on his face, and the Taoist robe was windless and automatic.