But his family supported him after knowing that he had made a serious decision.

He also comforted him and encouraged him.

Sometimes, Zhou Yao would think… “Those years may have been a derailment in my life.”

"Later, my life was back on track."

"It took a lot of effort..."

Zhou Yao's voice was a little hoarse.

"It took a lot of effort to derail...it took a lot of effort to get back on track..."

"Ha...what am I doing?"

A sigh couldn't help but overflow into Zhou Yao's throat.

Low.

Heavy.

...

"Aren't you very good now?"

He didn't like Zhou Yao's abandonment of painting.

This is a personal choice.

Even after first learning about this news, he really felt very sorry.

But if it was Zhou Yao's own decision, he would accept it.

"You are admitted to the university you like and you will be able to stay in school to teach soon."

"This is not necessarily the case."

Zhou Yao pulled the corner of his mouth.

"I believe you can."

Zhao Luzheng's determination made Zhou Yao smile sincerely, "Thank you."

...

"ah."

Zhou Yao let out a long breath.

"Sure enough, I feel much more happy when I say it."

"I'm sorry, the squad leader heard such a boring and unpleasant story."

...

"Won't."

Zhao Luzheng shook his head.

"I'm so glad you told me this."

"I'm also happy to see you're good now."

...

Zhou Yao pinched his fingers.

"yes."

"After all, I am not unlucky."

He succeeded in sharpening his gun at the last minute.

"I'm not suitable for painting."

Zhou Yao smiled bitterly.

Because he insisted on pursuing things that he was not capable enough, he was so depressed during that period.

As a human being, it is better to see yourself clearly.

It is very painful to blindly pursue things that are out of reach.

...

Zhao Luzheng opened his mouth, "I think you painted very well."

Zhou Yao was stunned.

Then he laughed, "Thank you, squad leader."

...

"Are you really not drawing?"

Zhao Luzheng still couldn't help asking this question.

Zhou Yao's face was slightly stunned.

"……have no idea."

Zhou Yao gave an uncertain answer.

"In order to prepare for the college entrance examination, I didn't have time to touch the brush."

"I probably have been preparing for the exam for too long, and I gradually forgot about painting."

"Maybe there is some reason why I deliberately avoided painting."

“After all, the memories I had brought to me during that time were so bad.”

"I don't want to recall myself."

"And, when I left the art class, I almost never had the opportunity to get in touch with painting-related information."

"Everyone is talking about all kinds of topics."

“No one is about drawing.”

"In such an environment, it seems like it's easy for me to forget painting..."

"If I hadn't met the squad leader..."

Zhou Yao felt a little moved.

He clearly felt that he had completely forgotten that memory.

But the squad leader just said casually: Have you become a painter now?

The memory, which was intertwined with light and darkness, was clearly played in his mind as if the play button was pressed.

He didn't have time to react.

"I may not remember this memory."

Even if you want to remember it, it may take a long time.

At that time, he was old and retired, and was so old that he began to recall the past...

Maybe he will remember this memory and then use this experience as an interesting story to tell his grandson or granddaughter.

...

“…It’s good to think about it…”

Zhou Yao murmured.

Now, when he talks about this memory, he doesn't feel any disturbance in his heart, but he can also treat it calmly.

"It was just a failure in an attempt."

“People always have to make a lot of attempts…”

He tried to draw.

He wants to be a painter.

Unfortunately, his talent is not enough to support his dream.

He gave up.

He gave up on himself.

No wonder anyone.

No wonder... teacher.

...

He once thought countless times that it would be great if the teacher was still there.

If the teacher is still there, can he realize his dream?

Wouldn't he be like a defeated soldier... transferred from art class to regular class?
To be continued...