The most uneconomical "transaction" Xu Mingchen ever made in his life was when he picked up the little blind man who was curled up in the corner of the orphanage and covered with thorns on a rainy night.
He cannot see, he cannot speak, and his diagnosis says autism. Everyone, including his "well-meaning" relatives, said this was a burden that could not be shaken off, an abrupt scar on the Xu family's perfect resume.
Xu Mingchen just sneered. What do they know?
Only he could see that in the depths of those foggy, empty eyes, an occasional spark of fire was enough to ignite the entire silent wasteland. That's not a defect, that's a rare piece of jade that hasn't been carved.
He personally searched through ancient books and found the word "Qingzhi", which means dawn.
"From now on, your name will be Xu Qingzhou." He put the newly engraved name badge into the young man's cold hands, "Follow me home."
Xu Qingzhou didn't respond. He just traced the raised carvings over and over with his fingertips late at night when no one was watching.
Xu Mingchen gave him everything: the best Braille teacher, the quietest room, a piano within reach, and a set of ancient books that always carry the fragrance of ink. He still has a sharp tongue and is still picky, but when the young man becomes anxious because he cannot understand an abstract concept, he will put down the billion-dollar contract in hand and use the most clumsy way to break it down for him.
"Xu Qingzhou, here," he held the boy's hand and stroked the verses raised on the page, "'Look at the sky at dawn and look at the clouds at dusk'... It means, look at the sky at dawn and the clouds at dusk." Even if the other person may never truly understand what "sky color" and "cloud clouds" look like.
The young man remained silent, his fingertips cold. Only when Xu Mingchen approaches, the tense back will relax slightly, like a cub that has put away all its spikes.
Xu Mingchen thought he had built a strong enough fortress. He thought that this child whom he picked up from the dust and carefully wiped clean would always be like this, living under his wings woven with wealth and rigor, quietly blooming his amazing genius.
Until that day, the carefully cultivated white rose garden was dyed with dazzling bright red.
The funeral was solemn, and the guests whispered, lamenting the fall of the genius and the misfortune of the wealthy family.
Xu Mingchen stood in pure black and white, his face more stern than before, and no sound could be heard.
He was just thinking that those eyes that he thought could never reflect the world had already clearly reflected everything about him, and then he chose to use the most decisive method to completely erase the reflection.
He gave him a name, gave him light, and gave him a home.
But he left him a silent funeral and a heart that will stay dark forever.
I give you the name Qingzhi, and I give you the dawn of dawn.
You gave me eternal burial, and from now on, there will be no more dawn in my world.
Reading Guide
◆The young master with a poisonous tongue who is cold on the outside but hot on the inside × a blind and autistic genius orphan
◆pseudo-orthopedics be year on 1v1 sc
Intention: In the unspeakable loneliness, love is the only salvation and the deepest bond