In 1960, in an ordinary family in Houston, USA, a brown-haired and blue-eyed boy was born.

The little boy is smart and well-behaved, and he has an aura all over his body. The child's parents loved this gift from God, and they gave him a beautiful name: Dior.

Soon, surprises began to appear frequently around Dior's parents - they were surprised to find that little Dior turned out to be a genius that was rare in a century!

At the age of half a year, Dior can accurately and clearly call out the names of his parents, and even his grandparents; In less than ten months, he was able to run and play on the ground; At the age of one, addition and subtraction within a hundred can no longer stump little Dior.

What's even more surprising is that Christian Dior has an incredible talent and comprehension for painting. At the age of four, he was able to pick up an oil brush and create breathtaking paintings that would have left all the painting teachers and even the great painters in the dark.

An old painter in his fifties was surprised to see a work created by Dior when he was four and a half years old, and he excitedly announced it to everyone present

"This kid is the greatest drawing genius mankind has ever seen!" There is only one thing that makes young parents a little uneasy, and that is another of Dior's hobbies - it is so different.

Children of Dior's age are clamoring for their parents to take them to playgrounds, zoos, or toy cities, but these childlike places don't seem to appeal to Dior.

There was only one place Dior liked to visit, and whenever his parents were free, he would ask them to take him to the Christian church.

The first time Christian Dior went to church with his parents was when he was two years old. Since then, he has asked his parents to take him there almost two or three times a week.

At first, Dior's father thought that his son would like to come to church purely for fun. But soon, he discovers that things are not so simple.

Once, after praying, the pastor of the church once again told the people about the life of Jesus Christ, and when he told that Jesus was betrayed by his disciple Judas and finally crucified, Dior's father accidentally glanced at his son, and his eyes widened in surprise.

Tearful, two-year-old Dior, looking sad and pained, sat silent, trying to control his emotions — as if the priest's account evoked some of his memories — and the whole scene left Dior's father dumbfounded.

He couldn't understand how a two-year-old could react and resonate so much with these things.

The father touched his son lightly with his hand crutches, pointed to the pastor on the pulpit, and asked, "Dio, can you understand the meaning of the story he is telling?" Dio turned his head slowly and replied with something that surprised his father even more.

With tears on his face, he said, "No, Dad, he said it...... Not a story. Dior's father was stunned for a long time and asked softly, "How do you know what he said...... I mean, by what are you judging? ”

"Dad, I don't want to say it." Dio bowed his head sadly. That day, he didn't speak again. Later, Dior's parents discovered that whenever their son heard anything about the crucifixion of Jesus, he always had a sad look on his face, which was genuine and sad, and it did not look like a child of a few years old.

Dior's parents were in dizzy for a long time. Later, they figured out that Dior was a once-in-a-century genius - geniuses always have something out of the ordinary, and this is not surprising.

And, apart from that, everything else is normal at Dior. So, they gradually got used to this different child.

One morning, five-and-a-half-year-old Dior and his father went to the street to buy food. After buying two bags of food at a nearby supermarket, they prepared to cross another lively street to go home.

As soon as they turned the corner, Dior and his father stopped at the same time. They noticed that hundreds of people had gathered on the street, and they all looked up at the roof of a building, and stretched out their hands to point upwards.

Dio and his father approached the crowd and followed the gaze of the people—the building, about twelve stories high, and at the edge of the top floor stood a woman of about thirty years old, with unkempt hair, looking blankly at the people below.

At this time, several police cars appeared in the crowd. Dior's father understood what was about to happen, he took his son's hand and said, "Dior, let's get out of here." ”

"But, what is that aunt going to do when she is standing in such a dangerous place......" Before Dio could finish asking, someone in the crowd exclaimed: "Oh my God! She really jumped off! Before Dio and his father could react, they heard

With a "bang", the woman's body fell straight down, falling less than five meters away from Dior.

A bloody bright red appeared in front of Dior's eyes, and he remained motionless, as if he was frightened stupidly.

Dior's father screamed, quickly stepped forward to cover his son's eyes, picked him up, quickly jumped into a taxi, and left this terrible place.

When he got home, the father found that his son's expression was still sluggish, he poured a glass of warm water for his son to drink, stroked his head worriedly, and asked, "Is it better?" Dior. There was no reaction on Dio's face, he didn't say a word, his eyes staring straight ahead.

"It's horrible! It's horrible......" my father muttered profusely, sweating profusely,

"Poor boy...... I was only five years old, and I saw such a terrible scene! After about ten minutes, Dio slowly raised his head, looked at his father, and asked, "She's dead, isn't she?" The father was stunned, he didn't know what to say.

"Why would she do that?" Dior asked again.

"Kid, let's leave this alone, okay? Let's forget about it! ”

"No, Dad. Tell me, why did she do this? ”

"I ...... I don't know. ”

"There's always a reason why she does it."

“…… I think she may be bankrupt, and of course, it may also be a relationship problem...... But, you see, it's impossible for us to know the real reason. Because, there could be many reasons for her to do this...... Dior, can we stop talking about it? Dio lowered his head, sadness and confusion between his brows.

After a while, he looked up and asked, "She...... It's painful, right? The father snorted: "Dior, I really don't know." ”

"It must be! She was in pain, and that's why she wanted to escape from it. Dio exclaimed,

"Daddy, do you know why she's in pain?"

"Because she's human." The father said,

"As long as it's human, there will be pain." Dio looked into his father's eyes, and after a while, he lowered his head and whispered with a gloomy expression: "Yes......" Then, Dio did not speak again.

The father shook his head and sighed and left his son's side. Dio quietly walked into his room and locked the door.

That day, he barely left his hut except for dinner. The night passed.

The next morning, the father went to Dior's room and called his son up. When he pushed the door open, he was shocked - Dio hadn't slept at all, his eyes were red, and he had obviously stayed up all night.

Dior was smearing paint onto a large canvas with an oil brush in his hand. The father stepped forward in surprise and asked, "Dior, you didn't sleep?" Don't...... Did you draw an all-nighter? Immediately afterward, his father discovered something that shocked him even more.

He glanced at the almost finished painting in front of Dior and exclaimed, "Oh my God! What is it! What do you draw? Dio quickly took the painting off the easel, turned it back, and said with a frightened expression: "Oh no, Dad, you have seen this painting!" ”

"I looked at this picture...... So what? The father asked, puzzled,

"What exactly are you drawing? It's so scary, weird, why...... Do I feel chills all over my body after watching it? ”

"Because of this picture...... Humans are not allowed to see, otherwise, they may die. ”

"You say...... What the? Dio looked at his father solemnly: "Dad, you promise me one thing, never ask my mother what the name of this painting is." And this picture, you must not let your mother see it! ”

"What do you mean? Why can't I know what the name of this painting is? So how did your mom know? ”

"Last night my mother came to my room and saw me preparing my painting tools and asked me what I was going to paint, so I told her what the name of the picture was, but I hadn't started painting at that time, so she wasn't in danger."

"Dangerous?" The father's brows furrowed, and he became more and more puzzled,

"What the hell are you talking about? I don't understand at all. ”

"Dad, you remember, this painting is not for mortals to see, if a person looks at this painting and knows the name of this painting at the same time, he probably won't live long."

"Mortal? Aren't you mortal? You've seen it now, and of course you know its name......"

"Yes, I'm a mortal now, too." Dio lowered his head, with a little sadness,

"So, I ......"

"Alright, Dior!" The father suddenly looked straight and said angrily,

"Don't say these strange things again! Also, don't paint this weird picture again, or I'll confiscate your painting tools. Today you will stay in your room and will not be allowed anywhere! With that, my father turned around in anger and slammed the door.

All morning, Dio spent the rest of his little room in peace, as his father thought.

Like, Dior grew up until he was five years old. 4. A few hours later, when it was time for lunch, the father came to his son's room again and opened the door.

Dio lay flat on the bed, seemingly sleeping. He had his eyes closed, and he slept in a strange position - his hands folded in front of his chest.

The father walked in front of the bed and called out his son's name several times, but Dio did not respond. The father went to push his son, and as soon as he came into contact with Dior's body, he screamed violently.

Dior's whole body was cold, and his hands and feet were stiff. The father trembled and put his right hand in front of his son's nose. This time, my father only felt his brain

"Buzz" exploded, his legs went limp, and he knelt down. Christian Dior had stopped breathing.

"Dior, Dior! Oh my God, son, what's wrong with you! The father hugged Dior's body and screamed hoarsely.

When the mother heard the noise, she heard that her son was not breathing and passed out on the spot. Ten minutes later, an ambulance arrived at Dior's home with a doctor, who, after the diagnosis, regretfully told Dior's parents that their son had died two hours earlier.

"Impossible! Oh, my God! My son! "Dior's mother grabbed the doctor's clothes like crazy and cried so hard that she was crying,

"He was fine in the morning, how could he suddenly die!"

"My son...... How did he die? My father asked with grief. The doctor's face was full of embarrassment and he shook his head in confusion: "To be honest, none of us have ever encountered such a strange thing, your son...... There were no external injuries on the body...... Moreover, during the examination just now, we did not find that he had any fatal diseases. Everything looks like ......"

"Like what?" Father hurriedly asked.

"I know it's ridiculous, but ......," said the doctor, after a moment's hesitation,

"It looks like he died of natural causes."

"Natural death? What do you mean...... Die in one's bed? "Dior's father was incredulous.

"I'm sorry, it looks like that...... Not necessarily accurate, of course. If you allow us, we will take your son's body to the hospital for a further autopsy......"

"You're crazy!" At this time, Dior's mother rushed over and shouted at the doctor,

"You quacks! My son is only five years old and is healthier and more lively than any other child of his age! You think he's going to die at the end of his life......" Before she could finish speaking, she cried out again.

"My son...... I can't let you take it away, I'm going to give him a funeral. After saying this, the tears in my father's eyes finally slipped down.

The fact that a five-year-old genius child died mysteriously for no apparent reason caused quite a stir in the local area.

There was speculation about the cause of Dior's death, and reporters from newspapers, magazines and television stations tried to interview Dior's parents through various channels, but the couple refused to say a word in front of any media.

On the afternoon after Dior's burial, Dior's parents returned home exhausted. After twenty minutes of sitting silently in the living room, Dior's mother got up from the couch and walked to the door of her son's former room.

"What are you doing?" The husband asked his wife.

"I packed up everything in Dior's room, and in the days to come, I couldn't face everything he used, I couldn't stand it." With that, she pushed the door open.

At this moment, Dior's father suddenly remembered something, and he shouted: "Wait, don't go in!" The wife turned her head and looked at her husband: "Why?" Dior's father thought for a moment and asked, "Did you go to Dior's room once the night before he died?" ”

“…… Yes. Dior's mother thought for a moment,

"What's wrong?"

"He was about to paint an oil painting, right?"

"Oh," said Dio's mother, with a tired and pained expression,

"What's the point of talking about that now?"

"Nope! Do you think about it, that night, was he preparing to paint an oil painting? And, he told you what the name of the painting was, right? ”

“…… Yes, he told me that he was going to draw a picture called ......"

"Don't say it!" Dior's father shouted,

"Don't pronounce the name of that picture!"

"Why?" His wife looked at him puzzled. Dior's father did not reply, but he hurried into his son's room before his wife, found the oil painting he had only seen once, wrapped it tightly in layers of old newspapers, and stuffed it into the innermost part of the storeroom.

The wife was amazed by what the husband had done, and she asked with a confused face, "What are you doing?" Why do you care so much about this picture? Dior's father, sweating profusely, turned his head and said to his wife, word for word: "Remember, never look at this picture." "No one ever knew where the painting was.

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