part19 Huarong: You are my belief across dimensions.The attic on the top floor of the villa.The floor-to-ceiling windows offer a wonderful view of a sea of roses, wafting in the wind and wafting in the attic with an intoxicating aroma.This is the largest rose estate.The attic was unlit, half dim, half illuminated by the sunlight pouring in from outside.The boy is at the junction of light and shadow.The interweaving of shadows and sunlight outlined his extremely deep face, his eyelashes glowed with gold, his eyes were blue, and his thin lips were pursed.His gaze is focused, and the canvas outlines the scenery outside the window, and the colors gradually emerge.In the presence of any world-class master, you can't help but marvel at the talent of the young man, but you will also be choked by it.Because, one of the most important things is missing from his paintings.He lowered his eyes, what was missing?"
Knock knock."
There was three knocks on the attic door, and the woman's figure walked in and said softly: "Rongrong ......"
The young man's name is Huarong.He was still looking at his painting, his eyes were unwavering, and he didn't react.The woman could only continue: "Your watch has been repaired. ”His eyes finally rippled slightly, and he looked at his mother, still expressionless.The woman's eyes were slightly red, and her mood was extremely complicated.Hua Rong has been different from ordinary people since he was a child.From the age of one.He will deliberately avoid the eyes of others, and stiffen when others hug him.Even if the other party is his own mother, he refuses to touch it.They only think that their children are shy, but this reaction is even worse when they start school at the age of three.He fell down the stairs and broke his arm, but he still didn't cry or make a fuss, endured it alone, and continued to go to class.It wasn't until he fell into a coma that the teacher found out that something was wrong with him and took him to the hospital.The doctor gave a report that there was a slight fracture.But after diagnosis.He suffers from autism, popularly known as autism – locking himself in the world and refusing to communicate with anyone outside the world.For more than ten years, Huarong's condition has not been relieved.Until one day, he saw a virtual singer watch launch on TV.For the first time, he showed what he wanted.So his parents bought him a virtual singer, Sweet Sang.He likes to listen to Tian-san singing, otherwise he can't sleep.Some time ago, the virtual singer had something wrong and was sent for repairs, and now that he has finally returned, he has shown a hint of other emotions other than indifference.He took the watch, lowered his eyes, and paid no attention to the woman.She smiled wryly and turned to leave.…… Hua Rong opened his watch.The faint blue light shone out, and the shadows soon outlined the figure of a girl.Tian Sang is the first generation of singers, belongs to the healing system, has a bilingual mode, and has a very sweet and warm voice, which has been loved and sought after by many people.It's just that later, due to the gradual popularity of virtual singers.More people are seeking after singers with diverse functions and pleasing personalities, such as royal sisters, coquettish cute girls and so on.Sweet mulberry can only sing, so it looks extremely ordinary, and finally it is eliminated by the market and recycled and destroyed.The only one who still has a sweet mulberry is a teenager.The girl's long hair hung down, bangs fell down her cheeks, and her dark eyes were smiling."
Hello."
Her voice was soft and waxy, like a soft and harmless kitten."
Hello?"
The girl repeated again, tilting her head.She was waiting for his response.