To get straight to the point, I'm an art lover. But let's be honest, I didn't achieve anything in art. Loving and being good at are two different things. My name is Big Stupid, big stupid stupid stupid

I'm sure those who know me know that my experience has been extraordinary. I often encounter incredible things that I can't explain by common sense, but they really happen to me. My world is the impossible world, but my world gives birth to the truth.

In the past, others told about my life, but this time I told it myself, and I said that I could prevent others from misunderstanding caused by false rumors, I am a self-aware person, and I can be 100% responsible for what I say.

What I'm going to talk about today is my song of life. As you usually hear, this time I was met with something strange. Don't worry, I'll take my time.

As I said at the beginning, I love art but have no grades. This is a big problem that bothers me. This question is innate and consistent. When I was born, I didn't cry a lot, but I was quiet. My father, my stupid father, immediately decided that my life was destined to be extraordinary. He was right.

For as long as I can remember, I've attended various training courses. Dance, music, writing, keyboard, drawing, everything. And I, to be honest, have a lot of interest, but little achievement.

I learn everything, and I don't know anything about anything. Of course, in these hobbies, there are also high and low. What I like the most is writing. My least favorite thing is drawing. Why. Because what I wrote was relatively okay, and the painting was relatively rubbish, the answer was revealed. As for other hobbies, they are so-so, and learning is the same as not learning, which only increases a little blind self-confidence.

I finished kindergarten in ignorance, and I finished elementary school in a daze. When I was in junior high school, I didn't participate in any interest classes, and I spent all my energy on studying. Writing, on the other hand, is still valued by me because it accounts for a large proportion of the language. On the one hand, I work hard to get into a good high school and then a good university in the future, and then graduate and find a good job, and finally live a good life. On the other hand, I hope to one day become a great writer who attracts the attention of the world.

Dreams and reality are intertwined in the course of my life. So I did my best every day, and then I saw the stitches and write. To be honest, I'm still relatively mature among my peers, which is evident in my grasp of dreams and reality.

Writer, what a noble word. And what a tough word. How many people can't become writers in their lifetime, dreams are always dreams, and there is always the possibility that they can't be realized.

The novels I write, in general, are not too bad, but they are not top-notch either. Whenever I finish a work, I always have mixed feelings. On the one hand, I'm very sober, and my work is almost hot. On the other hand, I have a bit of a boring expectation that my work will be recognized.

Although you put me in the whole Chinese literary scene, I am not even a fart. But if you put me in an ordinary class in my junior high school, I would be a great writer. That's right, it's true.

My classmates threw themselves at the five bodies I admired. I always say, "Big stupid, you're such a genius." I admire your love for art so much. Especially your novels, which are amazing. I've heard that you learned a lot when you were a child, and you're really a model of all-round development. ”

Whenever I hear something like that, I can't help but flutter. Come to think of it, I did learn a lot as a child, even though I gave it up. Fortunately, I still write, and I finally get involved in art.

I remembered drawing.

I can responsibly say that my literary level is outstanding in my class. But the level of painting can only be at the bottom, which is very bad.

I often thought more than once that when I was a child, the writing class and the painting class were the same time, so how could there be one in the sky and one in the ground.

My Chinese teacher and my art teacher had very opposite attitudes towards me. The Chinese teacher praised me to death every day, and the art teacher sighed at me every day.

In this way, I rushed all the way to the third year of junior high school.

In the third year of junior high school, I will take the high school exam, and except for the exam class, all other classes will stand aside. Art is not an exam class, and there is no extra point for the high school entrance examination, so it disappeared, and one of my major concerns was finally eliminated.

At this time, the students in the class were panicked. In addition to those who are determined to enter high school, there are many students who have other ideas.

"I didn't get good grades and couldn't get into high school. It's useless to take the secondary school exam, I want to learn to do business, and I can support my family in the future. My table mate told me.

"It's better to finish the books you can read. Even if the technical secondary school has a low academic qualification, there is no harm in finishing it. I persuaded him bitterly.

"Big stupid, we're good brothers. No matter where you are in the future, you must keep in touch. "My table mate's eyes were moist.

I was also excited: "Friends forever." ”

Some students know that their grades are poor, so they are ready to pay money early to prepare for private high school. Others want to learn technology, and so on. What's more, he said that he would go to Wudang Mountain to learn martial arts, and he would become an immortal in the future. I scoffed and said that if that guy became an immortal, I would make offerings to him every day.

My goals are clear, and my ideas are mature. Writers, for a while and a half will be impossible. You must recognize the situation, take the exam first, and have a stable job in the future. Don't worry about food and clothing, and then slowly develop your writing without changing your face and heartbeat, there will always be a day when you succeed.

If I don't say that I am a genius, I was successfully admitted to a key high school, and I successfully got a high score in Chinese. According to my analysis, the reason for the high score in Chinese is definitely the high score in composition.

Happy, so happy.

For the next three years of high school, I studied like crazy. Finally admitted to a prestigious school. I didn't hesitate to learn Chinese.

To be honest, in today's China, even if you learn Chinese, you don't necessarily have to become a professional writer. This is not the same as in the United States. Most of the writers in Lao Mei graduated from the Department of Creative Writing, while the composition of Chinese writers is more complex, and there are not many who learn Chinese.

I know the situation well, but I have my judgment. Even if a writer doesn't necessarily learn Chinese, it certainly doesn't hurt to learn it. To become a writer, talent, hard work, and persistence are indispensable, and if you learn Chinese, you will definitely only cheer and not pull back. I believe that I will become a great writer who has gone out of the Chinese department. At that time, public opinion will comment, saying that I am not only talented, but also from a professional class, which is not easy.

After graduation, Lao Yan flew separately. When I eat casual meals, I have mixed feelings in my heart. This is the end of my student life, and I will make great strides into the wider society.

Although I have always been a writer, I have not published a single piece of work. It's sad and seems to be getting farther and farther away from my dreams. Now I have to face the prospect of finding a job, and the time is not yet ripe to become a writer, so I can only find a realistic job.

I searched left and right, and there was no suitable one. Frustrated, I went home to see my stupid parents and stupid parents, the second elder has always been concerned about me, and I also miss the second elder.

"You studied so many classes when you were a child, and you were always at ease. Prove that you are capable from the start. I can't find a suitable job now, and it's definitely only temporary. Rest assured, tomorrow will be better. My stupid dad said.

My stupid mother also advised me when I was a child: "You can dance and play the piano, you can write and draw, and you can find a job." ”

Hearing them say this, I was also helpless: "My so-called specialties are not called specialties, they are simply half a bottle of vinegar." Especially painting, that's the pain in my heart. It's better not to learn than not to learn. Although the writing is finally better, it is still far from being a writer. ”

"It's better to know a little than not to know. Even if it's half a bottle of vinegar, it's half a bottle of good vinegar, and half a bottle of vinegar with a thousand gold. My stupid dad said categorically.

"Your dad is right. We didn't learn in vain. You might be able to use it one day. Why is it half a bottle of vinegar, I think it is a full bottle of vinegar. My stupid mom was also firm.

I don't know what to say: "Okay, I'll be quiet for a moment." Don't persuade me, I won't be unable to think about it. ”

Stupid dad and stupid mom stopped talking.

After a few days, I analyzed my current situation from various angles and came to a conclusion. It's that I may not be able to look for a job right now. Since you are not suitable for finding a job, what should you do? Entrepreneurship is even more unreliable, my family has no money for me to toss, and there is no money to start a business. I want to travel on a budget.

Mind you, I'm a backpacker. My family is not rich, and if I want to travel the world, I will normally go bankrupt. But if you're a budget traveler and a backpacker, my conditions are perfectly fine.

I discussed my thoughts with my stupid parents.

"Poor travel? Backpackers? My stupid mom and dad were amazed in unison.

I nodded solemnly.

The two old men looked at each other:

"We've heard about backpackers. It's just spending very little money to travel around. There are a lot of doorways in this, do you know them all? ”

"I'll study it slowly." I said, "Everything is learned." When I've traveled the world, I can write about my experiences. Walk thousands of miles and write thousands of volumes. It just works well for my writer's ideals. ”

The second elder stopped talking. After a while, my stupid dad said:

"If you've already decided, I'm not against it. You're so old, it's time to make up your own minds. People only have one life, and they can have a clear conscience. If you always live against your will, you might as well die. ”

"I'm okay with that." My stupid mom said, "You'll always be a good son I'll be proud of, and I'll always be proud of you." ”

Affirmation from the people closest to me, I almost wanted to cry: "The truest love is understanding." You can understand me, and I can't repay it. In the future, he will become famous, return to his hometown, and repay the second elder. ”

I started looking up all sorts of information on the internet to see what backpackers need to prepare. See articles from other backpackers. I need to be as prepared as I can so that I don't get caught off guard when I encounter a problem.

After careful planning, I put on my backpack, said goodbye to my parents, and started my journey on a budget.

2

Before I went to Tibet, I had no idea at all. When I came to Tibet, I regret not coming sooner.

Pure, mysterious. Everything here fascinates me.

In an ordinary small hotel, I met Xiao Tao, who is also a backpacker. Xiao Tao is from Beijing, and Tibet also drives him crazy.

"Big stupid? Hello. Your name is very distinctive. My name is Xiao Tao. The first time they met, Xiao Tao grinned.

"Hello, Xiaotao." I return the favor.

Two of us backpackers with the same illness stayed in a room.

The world is always surprising. The next day, I accidentally fell and my right hand was deformed, but it didn't hurt.

"Go to the hospital, I'm afraid it's a fracture." Xiao Tao said worriedly.

"But it doesn't hurt at all. And the activity is no problem. "I tried to move my deformed right hand, and it seemed to be more flexible than before.

"It's deformed, it's definitely broken. It's strange that it doesn't affect the activity at all, so let's go to the hospital and ask the doctor. Xiao Tao insisted.

I nodded in agreement.

On the way to the hospital, Xiaotao and I started a family routine.

"My dream is to be a writer, but I haven't achieved it yet. I want to travel thousands of miles and write ten thousand volumes. "I opened the conversation first.

"I'm not like you." Xiao Tao said, "I want to be a painter, a great painter. ”

I couldn't help but laugh when I heard it:

"I also learned to draw, but it was terrible."

"Then I'll guide you later." Xiao Tao pointed to my head.

"Spare me. I don't have the cells to draw. I'm still self-aware. I forced a smile.

The hospital arrived quickly. We registered, then waited.

We were received by a middle-aged doctor.

"Fell your hand? Yo, it's all deformed, it should be broken. Why, can you move flexibly and it doesn't hurt at all? It's weird. Let's make a film first. The doctor said and gave the order.

The film came out, and the doctor took a closer look: "It's indeed a fracture." How can it be so flexible? And it doesn't hurt at all. ”

"It's like no broken bones." I said lightly, "It's even more flexible than it was before the fracture." ”

"Well, you go back and observe for a few days. If you're not feeling well, come here. The doctor told me.

Xiao Tao and I went home.

In the evening, Xiao Tao and I worked on a printed introductory article on Tibet.

"Look here, Xiao Tao, there is a place in Tibet that is very mysterious." As I spoke, I put the printed article within Xiao Tao's eyesight, manipulated the pen with my right hand, and drew a line under the sentence.

Xiao Tao witnessed the whole process of my line drawing, and his eyes were straight.

"Aren't you terrible at drawing?" Xiao Tao didn't answer my question, and asked me a question that was unrelated.

"yes. Why do you suddenly ask this? I asked him, puzzled.

"The line you just drew proves that you are very good at drawing." Xiao Tao said word by word.

I was stunned for a moment: "Just because I draw a line, I conclude that I am very good at drawing?" It's outrageous. ”

"You're underestimating me. My judgment was absolutely correct. You try to draw another line. Xiao Tao urged me.

Confused, I drew another line with my broken right hand.

"You're an absolute genius at drawing." Xiao Tao said categorically, "You try to paint a complete picture." ”

As soon as I heard this, I began to suspect that I had copied the Mona Lisa when I was a child. At that time, the teacher criticized me for being too ambitious, and said that the paintings were like ghosts, and there was no beauty at all.

I started painting the Mona Lisa from memory.

The paintings came out very quickly.

Xiao Tao snatched it over:

"It's better than the original. You're such a genius at drawing. ”

I also saw that it was unprecedented: "It's a good painting." But I used to draw really rubbish. ”

"Hands, it's your hands." Xiao Tao suddenly grabbed my fractured deformed right hand.

"What hand? What happened to my hand? "I didn't react.

"Your hand is broken, but it's still flexible, even more flexible than if you didn't have a broken one. And it has been deformed. We've always wondered why. Now there is an answer. Because that's how you have the talent to draw. With your right hand, you can draw world-famous paintings. Xiao Tao finished in one breath.

"Understood. I had a broken right hand just right, so I could draw something outstanding. "It dawned on me.

"You don't have to treat a fracture in your right hand, even if it's a little deformed. You're a genius at drawing from now on. Xiao Tao said excitedly.

I nodded: "I really didn't expect it." At a time when my dream of being a writer was not realized, I was not far from being a painter. ”

"Big Stupid, it's an honor to know you. By the way, there is a contest that has a lot of weight, so you can participate. The painting you draw will definitely win the prize, and it must be the first prize. Xiao Tao became more and more excited.

"Good. I participated. "I don't know if what awaits me tomorrow is good.

Subsequently, I drew a picture and submitted it to the organizing committee. Then end the budget trip, go back home, and wait patiently.

My stupid mom and dad gave me a grand reception. When I heard that I had become a painter because of a broken bone, I was amazed.

I carefully explained the cause and effect to the second elder, and their mouths were very round.

I painted some more at home. Each one is incomparable.

Here comes the news that I have won an award. First prize.

I became an overnight success. Public opinion reported that a painter with a somewhat deformed right hand was born, and his paintings were unprecedented. No one beats it.

Fame, wealth rolls in.

I'm rich, and I'm big. Life is like this, what should come will always come. I can sell a painting to feed an ordinary working-class family. I became a wealthy celebrity.

People say that if you are poor, you will think about change, but if you are rich, you will think about change.

Now people don't know the truth. I wasn't trained, I had the talent to draw because I had just the right fracture. I don't know if that's deception.

I decided to make the truth public. I believe in one word, and I am worthy of it.

"I've been hiding it from everyone." I said at a big press conference, "It was because of the fracture of my right hand that I had the talent to paint, and I was able to paint a masterpiece that was beyond the ordinary." ”

Whispering begins. Then there was silence.

"Please make your own decisions." With that, I bowed. Then exit.

What happened next touched me. Instead of thinking that I was cheating, people recognized me as a fracture painter.

I've painted a lot of world-famous paintings.

On this day, I found a piece of news that I almost didn't jump up.

The news says that countless people have deliberately broken their right hands in the hope of becoming fracture painters. But not a single one succeeded. If you break a bone, you will break a bone, and you can't become a great painter at all. The entrance to the hospital was lined with people treating broken bones.

It seems that only I fell just right, and it is impossible to copy me.

There are still people who break their right hands one after another, but the failure continues. But people didn't give up. Every day, someone breaks their right hand, and everyone grins in pain. Looking at the news, I was helpless.

I don't know if I'm lucky. I think the reason why people want to throw their right hand like me is definitely not all because of the desire for art. It could be the money behind the art. Personally, I don't dare to say that I'm absolutely for the sake of art.

People are always selfish.

Over time, the number of people who have broken their right hand has increased, but people have no intention of stopping. What drives this society, I think, is the desire for money.

Suddenly, I felt like I had to do something.

Why did my right hand fall just right? What happened to my right hand that made me famous? Why didn't anyone else fall like me? Can I copy my right hand?

In my lifetime, I want to unravel these mysteries.

I began the hard quest. I carefully studied the structure of a normal person's right hand. I also carefully studied the structure of my right hand. Found various parameters of my right hand. As long as I change the right hand of a normal person according to these parameters that I have found, it should become my right hand. My right hand, it should be reproducible.

I knew that if my research was successful, it would be disruptive to the entire industry.

I quickly zeroed in on an experimenter. I operated on him according to the various parameters of my right hand that I had found, and asked him:

"How's it going, does it hurt?"

He moved his right hand: "It's flexible, it doesn't hurt." ”

I suppressed my excitement:

"You draw a picture."

He picked up the pen and quickly drew a world-famous painting.

It worked.

The parameters I found are correct. As long as you operate on your right hand according to these parameters, you can become a great painter.

For a time, public opinion was in an uproar.

Then, countless people came to me asking for surgery. I'm in a new predicament.

Who should be operated on and who should not be operated on, I don't know where to go.

Some people say that my discovery completely turns people's ideas upside down. It turns out that if you want to become a painter, you need to train rigorously. Now, thanks to what I've discovered, it's all I need to do is have an operation.

My findings touched all walks of life. Experts from all walks of life have discussed whether such an operation is justified or not.

I'm also tormenting, I'm wandering.

To be sure, you can't come and refuse, not everyone is qualified to be a painter.

I am determined to establish a rigorous assessment system. This kind of evaluation system is naturally very different from the previous system of selecting painters. What I want to assess has been thought out a lot.

The state has adopted my assessment system. In the future, if you want to become a painter, you have to pass my assessment system, and then you have surgery to become a fracture painter like me.

"Big Ben changed the whole art world. As the first fracture painter, he made a bloody path. He discovered an astonishing secret and carried it forward, influencing human civilization. "Someone is speaking out in the media.

My mission seems to have come to an end. I've done everything I need to do, and everything is on track. I was reminded of my ideal, the writer.

What everyone's ideal is is a very mysterious thing. It is difficult to have a standard answer as to why there is such an ideal. I was in a dilemma.

In a sense, I've made a name for myself and deserve the rest of my life. But I can't let go of the dreams I once had. I picked up the pen with my right hand and started writing again.

A new picture of life is slowly unfolding in front of me.

This time, there were no just right fractures, everything was real. If I become a great writer, it's all my personal effort, nothing else.