After breaking through the secret of the disabled academic master

"Where did you hear that?" Bo Xun couldn't hold back, laughed out loud, and hastily tapped the corner of his lips with his sleeve.

"No, why do you still believe in this?"

Yu Jin looked at him firmly, and said very seriously, "I believe in science, but I still have to put an end to any possibility of breaking up with you."

Bo Xun coughed until he laughed.

"Okay, then don't sit down."

They came early, before the pavilion opened.

Bo Xun bought a bag of corn kernels, lay on Yu Jin's shoulders, and fed the pigeons that were too fat to fly in the square area under the Ferris wheel.

From time to time, she took out her mobile phone and dragged Yu Jin to take a photo together.

Facing the camera, Yu Jin was obviously a little embarrassed, with a slightly stiff expression.

But no matter what the expression is or what the shooting angle is, it can't conceal the superiority of this face.

The clouds were so thick that the sky couldn't see through, and there was still morning fog in the gray-blue sky.

The pavement of the square is flat and suitable for wheelchairs.

There are many children running back and forth, and most of them hold various toys in their hands.

Bo Xun's gaze was attracted by one of the little beans.

I saw a Gatling-style bubble machine in his hand. The black body glowed with metallic luster. When the button was pressed, densely packed bubbles burst out from the launch port, accompanied by laser light, which was very cool.

"Yu Jin, look at that." Bo Xun pointed to the bubble machine in the child's hand with his eyes, "Why didn't you see that it was sold just now?"

"How old are you? Why do you still want to play this?" Yu Jin followed his gaze and smiled helplessly when he saw that it was a bubble machine.

After counting, he waved his hand when the kid ran over.

The kid looked back at Yu Jin.

He ran towards Yu Jin in an instant, and before Yu Jin could speak, he said in a childlike voice, "Sister, you are so beautiful."

Hearing this "sister", Bo Xun held back his laughter.

Yu Jin corrected patiently and softly, "It's brother."

"..." The child tilted his head, looking at Yu Jin's face.

Yu Jin didn't correct the gender question anymore, and continued to ask, "Where did you buy the bubble machine in your hand?"

"My dad modified it for me," the child finished, and handed the Gatling Bubble Machine to Yu Jin, proudly saying, "Isn't it super cool! My dad told me that this is the world's Best bubble machine ever!"

Just didn't continue to ask.

Suddenly, a middle-aged and elderly woman walked quickly from the east. In front of them, she picked up the child, snatched the bubble machine from Yu Jin's hand, and reprimanded loudly, "How many times have I said, don't talk to that girl?" People who talk like that, people in wheelchairs are trying to kidnap you. Have you ever seen a real disabled person go out? Anyone who can go out must be a liar."

"But she's just a pretty older sister. I want to talk to her."

"If you talk to her for a while, you will be infected like that, and you won't be able to walk by then..."

Bo Xun wasn't sure if Yu Jin heard those harsh words just now.

If he hadn't dragged Yu Jin to look at the Gatling Bubble Machine just now, Yu Jin wouldn't have called the children to ask questions, and wouldn't have...

The movement of him laying on Yu Jin's shoulder was a bit stalemate.

In school, most of the students showed some curiosity about wheelchairs when Yu Jin first entered school, but everyone had a tacit understanding not to expose Yu Jin's scars.

Many students even rushed to take care of Yu Jin.

Over time, Bo Xun thought that the world outside the school should treat Yu Jin in the same way.

But they came out in less than half a day.

The things I met became more and more suffocating.

Yu Jin's expression was still calm, "It's 10 o'clock, the exhibition hall should have opened, let's go." After speaking, he reached out and patted Bo Xun's hand on his heart, motioning for Bo Xun to push him.

Bo Xun was still immersed in the incident just now.

"Xiao Xun." Yu Jin called softly again.

Only then did Bo Xun come back to his senses.

When walking towards the exhibition hall, Bo Xun still couldn't hold back and asked, "Have you been here all these years?"

"what do you mean?"

"I have been enduring strange looks from the outside world, living in discrimination, and constantly listening to these harsh words."

Yu Jin paused, his voice was still as flat as ever, "That's right."

"..." Bo Xun was dumbfounded.

Yu Jin probably guessed what Bo Xun wanted to say, with a bitter smile, "At the beginning, I would really cry for a long time because of a stranger's words, hiding at home and refusing to go out, even resisting going to the hospital for reexamination. After getting used to it slowly...it's not a habit, it's more like numbness, after numbness, it doesn't feel harsh anymore."

Seeing that Bo Xun didn't reply for a long time, Yu Jin laughed again, "Those who are willing to go out in a wheelchair are basically the ones who have been tempered in their hearts and are definitely not as fragile as they look, so you don't have to worry about me being sad when I hear these words."

"En." Bo Xun's voice was still muffled.

How could it not be sad.

He didn't talk about this topic with Yu Jin again.

The pavilion next to the square was newly built last year. The exterior walls of the building are made of irregular broken glass, like a broken giant rose window, which is very artistic.

It is probably a new building, and because it is often rented by art exhibitions around the world, the barrier-free facilities in the exhibition hall are well done. There are spacious and gentle ramps outside the venue, and there are many barrier-free elevators in the venue, even Yu Jin alone People can come and go without hindrance.

Once in the exhibition hall, Yu Jin was attracted by the various works in the showcase.

Urging Bo Xun to push him between the various showcases.

Bo Xun looked at the sculpture in the glass cabinet.

He couldn't understand the artistic attainments in it.

It can only be seen that...it looks so plump.

The further you go to the infield, the more you turn on the heater.

Bo Xun took off the outermost denim jacket, and hugged Yu Jin on his lap.

Originally, I wanted to roll up my sleeves, but felt that it was not suitable for this occasion.

In the center of the exhibition hall, Bo Xun saw a familiar painting in the main exhibition area.

The portrait with him as the model.

The tone and structure are not very different from the semi-finished products seen during the summer vacation.

It's just that the details are much more refined.

Especially the light and shadow and facial features, as well as the material details of the cloth rope, are extremely realistic.

At first glance it looks like a photo.

Look at yourself in the painting.

Bo Xun fell into deep thought.

then……

Does he have this expression?

Obviously at that time, he remembered that when his wrist was hung up and his head was forced to look up, he was in great pain.

"Mr. Yu."

On the left, a middle-aged male voice came from a blunt voice with a strange tone.

Bo Xun and Yu Jin turned their heads at the same time.

It was a silver-haired foreign man with smooth long hair hanging in front of his heart, many rings on his hands, and a straight figure.

Walking towards them, leather shoes made a crisp sound on the floor.

Yu Jin turned the wheelchair and faced the man.

Even if he could only look up at the opponent's height, the aura in his phoenix eyes did not diminish at all.

The man stretched out his hand, and Yu Jin shook him politely.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, I didn't expect that you will come to this exhibition in person..." The silver-haired man stumbled and said halfway, and suddenly his tongue seemed to be tied, revealing a mask of pain, and he couldn't continue.

Suddenly, he switched to a language that Bo Xun could not understand, and said a few words to Yu Jin.

Yu Jin frowned.

The atmosphere was so deadlocked.

When the silver-haired man left, Bo Xun asked, "What's wrong with him?"

"He said that his Chinese proficiency is limited, so he went to find an interpreter, please wait here for a while, and we will be back soon." Yu Jin whispered.

Bo Xun: "So you can understand."

"Of course," Yu Jin moved his five fingers on the armrest of the wheelchair, his tone a little helpless, "He is one of the representatives of the gallery and a core member of the organizing team of this exhibition. If there is no accident, we should They will ask about my future growth plans and routes, and if they are lucky, they will discuss cooperation with me."

"If you tell the truth that you want to start a business after studying finance, will they not discuss cooperation with you?"

"Well, for sure. The premise of being willing to cooperate with me must be that I want to paint for a long time."

Silence.

After a long silence, it seemed that Yu Jin sighed.

Then he spoke, "Xiao Xun."

"Huh?" Hearing his name, Bo Xun bent slightly to get closer to Yu Jin.

"If, I mean if. I really choose to sell my family's company, go overseas to study in my dream school, and pursue my dream completely, you will go with me, right?"

"..." For this question, Bo Xun fell silent for an instant as if his reading had been interrupted.

In fact, Bo Xun is a person with no dreams.

When he was young, he practiced martial arts, but it was because his father scolded him for being ignorant, and he didn't understand the meaning of "not learning and incapable". He thought it was his father scolding him for not learning martial arts, so he decided to learn it.

Swimming was also a coincidence, and Peng Juan reported it to him.Although he has a certain talent for sports, he has no interest in competition.

As for regretting not going to the provincial team, it is only regret that he did not fight Peng Juan to the end, and regret that he was not brave enough or rebellious enough to have a complete falling out with Peng Juan.

If he really went to the provincial team to become a professional athlete, he would most likely lack fighting spirit and retire early.

Going to sports school was nothing more than the teacher told him that a good physical training could make up for the lack of cultural courses.

As for saying that the target is the North Body...

It's not that I have any obsession with this school, but it sounds a little face-saving.

If he can be admitted to another school of similar level, it will not be a problem for Bo Xun at all.

But not having a dream does not mean that he is willing to give up everything in his hometown and accompany his boyfriend who has only been dating for a few months to go to the ocean to pursue his dream.

It is impossible for him to make an instant decision and commitment on such a matter.

Feeling Bo Xun's silence, Yu Jin said again, "I understand. In fact, misty dreams are not that important. People still have to be more pragmatic. Honestly, running a company after graduating from a business school is not an option for me." The wrong way, I will make it clear to them later."

"No, don't you think about what you want to do in the future if I don't accompany you?"

"In addition to money, what supports dreams requires strong emotions. The two complement each other and are indispensable."

When Yu Jin said this, he paused.

"You already have family and friends who love you, and I'm just icing on the cake for you. But I'm different, I only have you, and you mean nothing to me...Forget it, these words mean to you It’s very heavy to say, it shouldn’t be said.”

Bo Xun just wanted to say something more.

I saw the silver-haired man who left briefly just now turned back again.

There was an extra interpreter in formal attire with a work badge beside him.

"Mr. Yu, may I invite you to the reception room? The organizer wants to have a private talk with you."

The interpreter had a sweet voice. After speaking, he said to Bo Xun, "Please come with me. There are tea and pastries in the lounge. You can sit for a while and wait for your friend."

"Can I go outside for a walk?"

"Of course." The interpreter smiled and said a few more polite words before turning around and taking the wheelchair from Bo Xun. The three of them walked to the elevator and went to the upstairs reception room.

After watching Yu Jin leave, Bo Xun lowered his head and looked at the floor.

In fact, he couldn't understand all the exhibits in the exhibition hall.

Today is obviously a date with Yu Jin.

But since leaving the house, nothing has gone smoothly.

Even the art exhibition that Yu Jin was looking forward to the most was full of twists and turns, and disagreements occurred.

When he was with Yu Jin, he didn't think about that much at all.

Didn't think about the future.

It's just that at the moment he really likes Yu Jin, and Yu Jin is pretty and can arouse his desire for protection and sympathy, so he agreed.

At that time, what he thought most was where Yu Jin was escorted, and he tried to get into the same city.

Who would have expected that Yu Jin's dream would be so far away.

Bo Xun paced back and forth in the exhibition hall irritably.

Suddenly, there was a shadow beside him.

Stand beside him.

Bo Xun raised his head, turned around, and saw a young boy, slightly older than him.

He handed over a business card with both hands.

Bo Xun took the business card in no hurry, "You are?"

"That's it. If I'm not mistaken, you are the model for this painting, right?" The young man looked into Bo Xun's eyes, and then glanced at the paintings in the showcase.

"En." Bo Xun nodded.

"My boss is also an independent painter. He just saw this painting and he liked you very much. He wanted to ask if you are a professional model and your schedule?"

"Not a professional model." Bo Xun was irritated when someone came to interrupt him suddenly, with an unfriendly tone.

The other party not only did not leave, but still greeted him with a smile on his face.

"Is that possible—"

Bo Xun didn't wait for the other party to finish speaking, and interrupted violently, "No."

Just as he interrupted, there was another figure behind him.

His shoulders are much wider than the young man who handed him his business card, and his stature is also tall.

Bo Xun looked up.

I saw the man wearing a long windbreaker with a slender figure.

Sharp eyebrows, thin lips, with one hand in the pocket, the pace is very unruly.

Bo Xun noticed that he also had one ear pierced.

"Sorry, just now—"

Before the man finished introducing himself, Bo Xun turned and left without looking back.

He's bored and in no mood to socialize with strangers.

"Did you ask his name just now?"

"No. He just said that he is not a professional model, and he didn't accept his business card."

"No wonder, I checked all the registered models in this province, but I couldn't find any traces. I looked through the resumes submitted by the company in the past, but I didn't find him....Since he is not a professional model, he should be the same as the author of this painting. I know it, start searching from the author's name, this one, Yu Jin."

Walk out of the stuffy exhibition hall and return to the empty square.

When the cold wind blew, Bo Xun shivered.

The coat is still at Yu Jin's place.

He glanced at his phone, it was past twelve noon.

Bo Xun wandered aimlessly in the square.

Even at noon, the mist still did not dissipate, there was no sunlight, and the gray-blue sky did not change gradually.

In dry and cold weather, the nasal mucosa hurts when breathing.

Since I'm here on a date with Yu Jin today, I must be happier.Since the future matter can't be resolved temporarily, then simply don't think about it.

After all, today is their first date.

Bo Xun looked around at the vendors in the square.

See if there are any interesting gadgets on sale, and plan to buy one. After Yu Jin finishes talking with the organizer, he comes out to tease Yu Jin.

I am searching.

The phone rang without warning.

Bo Xun thought it was Yu Jin, and answered the phone happily.

"Yu—"

"Why did you answer the phone? I called you all morning, did you block my new number again?" On the other side, the woman's voice was aggressive.

Bo Xun's breath stagnates.

Then he put down his phone and glanced at the number.

It's strange again.

"Bo Xun? Bo Xun? Hello? Bo Xun?"

"Mom, tell me." Bo Xun resisted his irritability and said in a nice voice.

"When did Bo Guoqing make a will and say that he would give you the inheritance? When did it happen?" The voice of the woman on the other side was hysterical.

heritage?

will?

Bo Xun was a little confused.

In an instant, he realized that something was wrong, his tone was suddenly anxious, and he clenched his phone tightly and said loudly, "Where is grandpa now? Where is he?"