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[Why do you say that suddenly?
[I saw them talking about you today.
[Don't worry about the gossip, what's wrong?Did they make you unhappy?
[No, I just want to... If you have a lover, support each other together, like Xiaoduo and Xiang Cheng...]
[Life is alive, each has its own happiness, don't have to envy others, you won't be envious, let alone I think this is very happy.
Chen Zhen first saw his younger brother when he was twelve years old. He was so busy crying that day, unaware that this little baby would accompany him for life.
"What about Zhener... Zhener..."
As he died, his mother was still calling Chen Zhen's name.
Chen Zhen was taken to the ward by his father, and his mother was pale, holding his hand tightly, murmured a few words intermittently, and gently lifted her fingers.
"This is... your brother. Take good care of him." After she said this, she closed her eyes.
"Mom?" Chen Zhen's voice was shaking.
"Go out."
The doctor began to rescue, the nurse carried the baby Chen Lang to the nursery room, Chen Zhen stood helplessly outside the ward, everyone was busy, but he was ignored.
He looked at his younger brother who was shining across the greenhouse.
After the mother had finished the funeral, on the day Chen Lang was discharged from the hospital, his father had some business trips and could not go home, so Chen Zhen asked for leave in the afternoon, took a taxi and took Chen Lang home.
The baby's hand moved unconsciously and grabbed Chen Zhen's finger. Chen Zhen took a lot of effort to break his hand.
After returning home, relatives who took the time to help teach Chen Zhen how to heat the baby bottle and how to change the diaper. Chen Lang was born deaf and blind and would not cry. He would only make strange screams. Pay attention to the performance of this fragile little life.
He gave a messy order. After Chen Zhen probably remembered, his relatives left and the nanny also left.Because of the occupation of the parents, the family cannot ask outsiders to come and help them all the time.
So Chen Zhen brewed baby milk powder, carefully held it to Chen Lang to drink. After drinking, he picked it up, but was thrown up.
Chen Zhen:"……"
Chen Zhen was just about to take a bath, and Xiao Chen Lang was moving again, Chen Zhen was so busy and exhausted.
Until late at night, his father Chen Rong returned.
Chen Zhen lay down at the table to do his homework. Next to the table was a baby shaker. Chen Zhen wrote for a while before shaking it a few times.
"Have you eaten?" Chen Rong asked.
"I have eaten it." Chen Zhen said.
"I ask you." Chen Rong said again.
Chen Zhen just remembered and said, "Forgot."
"There are vegetables on the table, I look at him, you go eat." Chen Rong said.
The nanny cooked and put it on the table. Chen Zhen ate something casually. He saw Chen Rong holding his younger brother, humming a song in a low voice, shaking slowly in the living room, Xiao Chen Lang lying on his father's shoulder, closing Keep your eyes.
"He can't hear." Chen Zhen said to his father.
"He can't hear him." Chen Rong replied, "I can hear him in my heart."
"Is he invisible to his eyes?"
"Newborns are all like this." Chen Rong said, "Don't think about your ears, and you will have a check later."
Chen Zhen looked at his sleeping brother and was silent.
Autumn in Beijing is full of yellow leaves, and the window is bleak. From then on, Chen Zhen’s mission in life has been to take care of his younger brother in addition to learning the piano, practicing the piano, cram school, and learning spells.The hair must also be cut into inches to avoid being caught by Chen Lang.
Chen Rong said to Chen Zhen, "Look, your brother is talking to you."
When Chen Zhen changed Chen Lang's diaper, Xiao Chen Lang waved his hand aimlessly and grabbed Chen Zhen's little finger.
Chen Zhen always thought that this little thing would not live long, and the newborn's hearing was initially screened, and the congenital deafness was screened out, and later he was found to be blind from birth.But it seems to have survived with the strong and tenacious vitality of the mother before her death.
Chen Rong tried every means, but after all he couldn't solve Xiao Chen Lang's congenital problems. Chen Zhen walked carefully through the living room and saw his father pacing at home, talking to himself.
"Even if you can hear it or see it," Chen Rong murmured: "Otherwise, how can I contact the outside world... Zhener?"
Chen Rong heard the sound, and Chen Zhen immediately stood aside, with the back of his hand behind him.
"What's in your hand?" Chen Rong asked.
Chen Zhen shook his head, and Chen Rong said, "Take it out."
Chen Zhen stepped back a bit, and Chen Rong stepped forward. Chen Zhen had to take out what was in his hand-it was a coat his mother wore during her lifetime.
"What do you do with your coat?" Chen Rong said.
"Brother is uncomfortable." Chen Zhen said: "I keep moving, still screaming and can't sleep."
Chen Rong didn't say any more, Chen Zhen took his coat and left, and wrapped Xiao Chen Lang with it, and Chen Lang gradually fell asleep.
In the middle of the night, in the bedroom, twelve-year-old Chen Zhen hugged his mother's coat and lay on his side on the bed, choked with tears.
The sun is still rising, the winter is boundless, and the whole city of Beijing is snowy and pale.
"Hey! Chen Zhen!" the classmate shouted: "Go and play billiards!"
"Don't go." Chen Zhen said with a bag on one shoulder, "I have something to go home."
"Let's go."
"Not going."
"What have you been doing these days? Run home after school."
Chen Zhen said nothing. He got on the side of the road and waited to pick him up from school. When he returned home, he heard two nannies talking in a low voice.
"This kid is too pitiful... it's better not to be born... hey..."
Chen Zhen walked over in front of the babysitter. The babysitter immediately stopped talking. He threw his schoolbag aside and saw his brother open his mouth, making a hoarse, ahhhh, like a poor baby in a dead nest waiting to be fed. bird.
The hands are small, the feet are small, and the mouth is small. Everything is so small. Chen Zhen touched his brother's gums with his fingers, and it seemed that teeth were growing.
Chen Lang hugged his brother's index finger with both hands and calmed down.
In the middle of the night, Chen Zhen was so sleepy that Chen Lang began to cry again. Chen Zhen checked the diapers and had no problem, and he had just fed breasts. He didn't know what he was calling. Chen Zhen was rushing homework while shaking Chen Lang's crib, but Chen Lang Keep calling.
The cry sounded meaningless, but ah-ah-, the sound was very small, bursts of sound, just like the cry of a kitten.Chen Zhen began to think that babies were all vocalizing, but gradually realized that Chen Lang seemed to be crying in this way.
Chen Zhen had to pick up Chen Lang, walk around and sing.Once Chen Lang was picked up, he stopped screaming and lay obediently on Chen Zhen's shoulders.
In fact, it's okay for him to cry like that, and his voice won't be dumb, after all, it's not crying or annoying.Chen Zhen thought to himself, but when Chen Lang called, he couldn't sit still.
"There is no way." Zhou Maoguo's voice said in the living room.
Chen Rong sighed, Zhou Maoguo said, "I have pity for the brothers."
Chen Zhen held his younger brother and glanced inward from outside the hidden door. Chen Rong walked over and closed the door. Chen Zhen looked at his younger brother who was lying on his shoulders.
After graduating from junior high school, Chen Zhen entered a high school a little far away from home, still repeating his home-school life.
"Chen Zhen." A classmate said, "Shall we go skating in Beihai after school?"
"No." Chen Zhen replied, "I have something to go home."
"Your father is so strict." The classmate said again.
Chen Zhen waved his hand and said, "It's another day."
"The day will change." Others cried and laughed: "How many times has this been changed."
Chen Zhen just smiled, didn't speak, put on a scarf, and got on the bus waiting for the pick-up at the school gate.
Chen Zhen returned home, changed his shoes, and saw Chen Lang holding the armrest of the sofa, moving step by step.
"Yo." Chen Zhen said, "What are you looking for?"
Chen Lang moved to the other side of the sofa and reached for the telephone receiver.
"Are you in a good mood?" Chen Zhen asked, and gave him the handset. As soon as Xiao Chen Lang felt Chen Zhen's return, he immediately stopped the handset. He held Chen Zhen's hand and stayed alive. Chen Zhen hadn't changed his clothes yet, so helpless. Had to pick him up.
Chen Zhen was sometimes very depressed. His father was busy at work, so he had to take care of him. He wanted to leave it to the nanny several times, but he often saw the nanny busy. Chen Lang was too young and just learned to walk when he was two years old. Jin, Chen Zhen didn't look at it, Chen Lang either broke something or wrestled.
When doing homework, Chen Zhen had to carry Chen Lang on his back, and for a while, he changed his back to holding, and then set up a small table on the bed and let Chen Lang crawl around next to him.As long as Chen Zhen is around, Chen Lang will gradually calm down, and sometimes he can even leave Chen Zhen a little bit, find something, and entertain himself.
Spring is here. When Chen Lang was four years old, Beijing had a very good spring climate.
Chen Zhen made an exception and took the teammates of the school debate team home to prepare the draft of the debate competition. Two men and two women, Chen Zhen was the captain, responsible for the free man and the conclusion of the debate.
"Hello."
"Hello there--"
"Hello."
"This is my brother." Chen Zhen said, "Chen Lang."
Chen Lang was grabbing things in the living room. The teammates came in. Chen Lang felt the vibration on the ground and patted the table.
"He can't hear or see." Chen Zhen said to several teammates nervously.
"Oh--"
Chen Zhen didn't want to tell his classmates about his family, his father was an exorcist, and his profession could not be exposed in the secular society.Chen Lang was born with three mistakes. Once the classmates knew about it, they would immediately spread the word and start talking.Whether it is sympathy or understanding, Chen Zhen does not want to become a conversational resource among his peers.
"Let's prepare the manuscript first." Chen Zhen said, "I will have dinner at my house in the evening."
"Your brother is so cute," said his teammate.
Chen Zhen said: "Don't hug him. He doesn't like being held by strangers. He gets nervous and sometimes attacks people."
The teammates nodded and watched Chen Lang for a while. Someone asked, "Chen Zhen, don't you tell your brother that you are back?"
"First... don't care about him." Chen Zhen had so many things that he had no time to accompany Chen Lang, and said: "I'll talk about it later, as soon as I meet him, he will let me hug him. It's too clingy. Come, start now. "
Everyone hummed. Chen Lang was grabbing something before they came back. Now he is standing still, as if he is feeling the presence of his brother. Everyone tries to avoid alarming him, and walks past the living room lightly.
"Does beauty exist objectively or is subjective feeling..." Chen Zhen turned over the manuscript and began to prepare the debate.
The teammates looked around from time to time and saw Chen Lang sitting alone on the sofa outside.
Chen Zhen accidentally glanced at the four-year-old Chen Lang sitting quietly.
"Continue." Chen Zhen said, "Don't whisper, he can't hear it."
Halfway through the simulation, there was a sound outside, everyone was shocked.
The sofas and tables in Chen Zhen's home are all wrapped in anti-collision materials, and the floor is also carpeted, which is not too nervous.
"Your brother fell." said his teammate.
Chen Lang overturned the wooden cup on the coffee table and fell to the ground by himself.
Chen Zhen motioned not to help, and observed for a while, then said to his teammates: "He usually stands up by himself."
Little Chen Lang opened his mouth and yelled a few times without receiving a response. Chen Zhen was a little confused. After a while, Chen Lang really stood up by himself, so Chen Zhen and the debaters ignored Chen Lang.
"How do people know the world? The world is what people see..." Halfway through the conversation, the teammate noticed that Chen Lang was grabbing a toy and said with a smile: "What does your brother like?"
Chen Lang was playing with a wooden sculpture.
Chen Zhen looked up and said, "He likes things with patterns. From this we can see that beauty is a subjective feeling."
Everyone laughed. After a while, Xiao Chen Lang slowly crawled towards the place where Chen Zhen was. Everyone consciously lifted their feet and let him crawl under the table. Chen Lang climbed back and forth a few times, and finally sat under the table. Moved.
Chen Zhen tried to put his feet down, and Xiao Chen Lang immediately hugged Chen Zhen's feet.
Chen Zhen had to pick him up. Little Chen Lang started to make trouble. He would move his hand into Chen Zhen's mouth after a while, making Chen Zhen unable to speak. Finally, Chen Zhen said, "Come here first."
Everyone started to eat, Chen Zhen fed Chen Lang, and Chen Lang overturned the bowl.Chen Zhen hurriedly apologized to his teammates, wiped the table, and said: "He occasionally feels a little uncomfortable because of seasonal changes."
On the same day, leaving his teammates away, Chen Zhen carried Chen Lang on his back and confessed goodbye to his friends. Everyone said it was okay and thought that Chen Lang was cute.At night, Chen Zhen saw Chen Lang sitting on the bed alone, feeling a little uncomfortable.
"Have you heard? They praised you as a handsome boy." Chen Zhen said, "They said you look handsome than your brother."
Xiao Chen Lang just sat without any response.
Chen Zhen sometimes thinks, is Chen Lang a human?His genes are human, but he does not have any knowledge of the human world. In his spirit, the world is pitch black, there is no past or future, no color and no sound. Sometimes he is curious. What is it?
In their world of thought, the never-ending darkness will perceive the outside world with their touch, and will it have spiritual waves?
Chen Zhen knew that Chen Lang could distinguish himself from strangers, perhaps by smell, but he did not know his father much.
On the day of Chen Rong's death, it was raining lightly in Beijing. Chen Zhen was dressed in a black suit and held Chen Lang, who was also dressed in black.
There were many people who came to express their condolences. Chen Zhen greeted them one by one to express his gratitude. When he sent his father into the incinerator, Chen Zhen put down his five-year-old brother. Chen Lang was rarely obedient.
"Kneel down." Chen Zhen whispered, and touched Chen Lang's knee, motioning him to kneel on the ground.
The two knelt facing the coffin that was sent into the incinerator, and Chen Lang climbed onto Chen Zhen again to hug it.
Chen Zhen's eyes were red, and Chen Lang was asked to kneel down several times. Chen Lang was only very upset. Chen Zhen vigorously pounded him to the ground, crying, and said loudly, "Kneel! Dad is dead!"
Chen Lang felt it, startled, panting constantly, trembling all over, with an expression of hesitation on his face.
"Knock your head." Chen Zhen endured his crying and said, "Xiao Lang, kowtow to father."
Chen Lang knelt on the ground, at a loss, Chen Zhen pressed his head and let him lie down. Chen Lang didn't dare to move, Chen Zhen kowtowed from the side.
That night, Chen Zhen hugged Chen Lang and leaned in front of his hair, choked up.
"Do you miss Dad?" Chen Zhen said sadly: "You don't know him, do you?"
Chen Lang stretched out his hand and scratched aimlessly. Chen Zhen took his hand and pressed it on his face, hugging Chen Lang and crying.
"Do you miss mother?" Chen Zhen said, "Xiao Lang?"
Chen Lang wiped away Chen Zhen’s nose and tears, and wiped Chen Zhen’s face. Chen Zhen cried and laughed, laughed for a while, and cried sadly for a long time. He fell asleep on the sofa for a full night at dawn. Up.
Another day, in the room, Chen Zhen sat cross-legged on the ground, lit his heart lamp, and the darkness drifted away for an instant.
The rune revolved around Chen Zhen's body, and a blurred outline of a soul beast appeared in the light.
"Xiao Lang?" Chen Zhen said, "Can you see me?"
Seven-year-old Chen Lang sat opposite Chen Zhen and moved restlessly, the light of his heart lamp illuminating the souls of the two brothers.
Chen Lang's seven soul forms emerge, becoming seven soul runes, which are embodied as chakras, rotating in front of him.
Chen Zhen's central spirit turned into a shining mink, stretched out his paws, and carefully tried to touch Chen Lang's central spirit.
The moment the soul beast touched the Chen Lang chakra, there was a loud hum, and a big flash appeared in the souls of the two brothers.
Chen Zhen finally saw his brother's spiritual world.
In this world, everything is concretized into a variety of weird symbols, like weird simple strokes, like the ocean, and in the center of the ocean, there is a huge sculpture standing upright.
The sculpture is like a stalwart totem, standing tall.All the cluttered impressions undulate, rotate, and make irregular movements around it.
It is like a human image, human characteristics, and not a figurative person.
As shown in modern art, it is a conceptualized "person" made up of fragmented composition.
He is composed of lines, points and surfaces, and stands crookedly in the deepest part of Chen Lang's heart.
He exists here for granted, guiding the world of thought and supporting this chaotic galaxy.
He glowed, illuminating the ocean of impressions that could not be seen to the end.
——To be continued——