Chapter 129 The Color in Your Eyes

The real life of hatching eggs is completely different from what Mei Yang imagined.

Many times, Mei Yang felt that he was the one being accompanied.

These five unhatched elf fruits were placed in a small nest in the living room. Every morning, they would wake Mei Yang up instead of Sparrow Barley, then roll behind Mei Yang and accompany him downstairs for dinner.

In the morning, Mei Yang likes to do some outdoor activities, or follow other adult elves to learn about planting, smelting, construction, etc. At this time, the fruits will gather together to bask in the sun.

They weren't always so energetic. In the afternoons, Mei Yang would take them to the rooftop terrace, where they could spend time with the Elf King and be nurtured by his guidance—essentially, Mei Yang pestering him with stories, conversation, and afternoon tea. The fruits were always much more well-behaved in the presence of the Elf King, quietly enjoying the breeze and sunshine without making any noise.

When Mei Yang is in the mood, he will use paint to draw on the eggshells, drawing cute graffiti such as flowers, birds, insects and fish, and then show them to the Elf King.

"Yes, the color combination is excellent." The Elf King asked, "Why these colors?"

Mei Yang replied, "Because their hair is these colors."

The Elf King paused.

He put the dustpan on the shelf, stopped the canning work, looked back at Mei Yang, and then looked at the several elf fruits with distinct color themes.

Mei Yang was frightened by his gaze and was a little at a loss.

He thought he had done something wrong by scribbling paint on the bodies of several elf fruits, so he tiptoed and put them back into the padded basket.

"Come here, cub." The Elf King pulled out a chair and sat down, waved his hand, and called Mei Yang over in a gentle voice.

"Oh." Mei Yang walked over obediently and sat down at the round table.

The Elf King casually handed him a plate of dried fruits. These days, the Elf King discovered that Mei Yang seemed to prefer the preserved fruits that were more sweet after being dried in the sun and pickled in honey, compared to the original fruits. So he personally dried some for him in the garden. It was because one night, before going to bed, the black-haired cub pulled his sleeve and said softly, "King, I really like what you make."

Even the Elf King would find it hard to refuse such a lovely request.

Mei Yang pinched a piece of dried strawberry and put it into his mouth. These days, he was well taken care of by the Elf King. The Elf King personally watched over his diet and daily routine. There was an adequate supply of meat, eggs and milk, and fruits had to be consumed in a fixed amount. There was no junk food, and he exercised every day. Mei Yang looked particularly fresh and tender like a sapling.

The dried strawberries were sweet but not greasy. Mei Yang noticed that the Elf King's gentle attitude did not seem like he was going to scold him - in fact, the Elf King had never really scolded him at all, but after all, it was his daddy's majesty, and he was intimidating without being angry. Mei Yang was still a little afraid of him - he showed a sweet smile, with curved eyebrows, and used practical actions to tell the Elf King that he liked his feeding.

Sure enough, the Elf King's expression became increasingly gentle.

It was undoubtedly a relaxing chat.

The Elf King asked Mei Yang: "Can you see the color of the Elf Fruit?"

"Yes." Mei Yang didn't understand why the Elf King asked this, so he explained, "Isn't the eggshell a transparent membrane? You can see the outlines of the cubs inside, and the color of their hair. It's faint, but you can see it."

"What colors do you see?"

"Red, orange, blue, cyan, purple."

Mei Yang said it according to the colors of his future friends.

In fact, at this stage, all he could see were pink, orange-red that was similar to pink, blue, cyan and purple. It took him some time to distinguish them clearly.

But Mei Yang didn't know that the elves couldn't actually see what was inside the elf fruit.

In the eyes of all elves, including the Elf King, the Elf Fruit is not a translucent membrane, but milky white.

The inside was also milky white and turbid. I could see the outline of a baby when holding it up to the light, but I couldn't make out the color at all.

What an incredible talent this human cub has.

Mei Yang still didn't understand what was going on. Seeing that the Elf King didn't say anything, he thought for a moment, took out his small drawing board from the side, and started drawing quickly.

He never pursues details in his paintings, as long as they are vivid and people can understand what he is painting.

With just a few strokes, Mei Yang painted five elf fruits on the paper, then dipped the brush in water and pigment powder, spread out the colors, and showed them to the Elf King.

This watercolor painting surprised the Elf King even more.

He looked at the painting for a long time, and then, under Mei Yang's increasingly puzzled eyes, he leaned back in his chair, relaxed his body, and supported his chin with his hand.

This is a very elegant and relaxed posture, a pose that the Elf King deliberately adopted.

The man looked at Mei Yang with his pale eyes and asked softly, "Zizi, would you mind drawing a portrait for me and then telling me what color I am in your eyes?"

"Okay." Mei Yang agreed.

Although this request was a bit abrupt, Mei Yang had no idea why the Elf King suddenly posed and asked him to paint his portrait, but it was not an excessive request that was difficult to fulfill.

Mei Yang changed the paper and started sketching with a pencil.

His painting skills were really average, and he only gave a rough outline of the shape.

But when he put down his pencil and began to dip his brush into paint, his talent was truly revealed - a blurred, yet holy and gorgeous portrait appeared on the snow-white paper.

During this time, the Elf King maintained this posture, mainly to facilitate his observation of the boy who was painting seriously. However, after seven or eight minutes, Mei Yang put down his brush, placed the drawing board on the round table, and showed it to the Elf King.

He pointed at the figure in the painting with his delicate fingers, explaining each part one by one, "It's a little rough, I hope you don't mind."

"Your hair is a beautiful platinum blonde, with a sheen somewhere between silk and metal, and it shines brightly in the sun."

"Your eyes are a little lighter than your hair, similar to the color of a shimmering lake, that light green lake water that's been illuminated by the sun and has a golden glow, but a little whiter."

"Your eyebrows and eyelashes are a similar color. Your lips are a pale pink, your skin tone is healthy, and your blood vessels are purplish—you have cold fair skin."

At this point, Mei Yang smiled a little embarrassedly. He felt that it was very strange to praise a man, a sexy middle-aged man, for having cold white skin. But he couldn't think of a better description for the moment.

After listening to him, the Elf King smiled and sighed.

Afterwards, the Elf King asked Mei Yang to simply draw the general appearance of the flower stand, the albino moose Rumi, the mother tree and a corner of the forest.

This sudden painting test took nearly an hour.

Mei Yang had good patience. Anyway, his daily life was very leisurely now, so he did not complain about the Elf King asking him to draw. What's more, the Elf King could produce many snacks made of fruits for him with just a snap of his fingers.

The Elf King sipped his tea, quietly watching Mei Yang paint, thinking about something.

When Mei Yang finished the assignment that the Elf King had given him in one breath and showed him the colors he had used, the Elf King finally confirmed that thing.

He suddenly leaned in close, his handsome face magnified infinitely in Mei Yang's black pupils. Just when Mei Yang panicked and thought he was going to kiss her, the Elf King simply held Mei Yang's face and said with a sigh, "Mei Yang, you have a natural talent that is even more wonderful than that of the elves."

"Huh?" Mei Yang blinked in confusion.

He had really thought the Elf King was going to kiss him, for whatever reason.

In short, this speculation filled with expectation made his cheeks turn red. Being held in the Elf King's somewhat cold palms, Mei Yang was sure that the Elf King could feel the heat on his cheeks.

"Have you never known? The world in your eyes is different from that in the eyes of ordinary people. You are special." The Elf King pinched Mei Yang's hot little face, then let him go and returned to his original position.

After they had distanced themselves, Mei Yang dared to breathe hard. He subconsciously rubbed the corners of his eyes, which had tears welling up from the throbbing. With his beautiful, wet eyes, he asked the Elf King, "What does this mean? I don't understand."

The Elf King seemed to be in a very good mood. He thought for a moment, pulled out the portrait of himself, pointed at the paint on it, and said to Mei Yang: "The me you painted is completely different from what I see in my own eyes and what others see in their eyes."

"Baby, I have albinism."

"Albinism is the definition given to me by the human companions I knew. Although I don't agree with it, it does accurately describe my appearance: my hair is white, my eyes are white, my eyebrows, eyelashes, and skin color are all white. Oh, and my lips are indeed pink."

"In my own eyes, and in the eyes of others, I am this color. My skin color isn't healthy. I wonder, perhaps in your eyes, I'm just a little whiter than other elves? Do I have a little more radiance and color than Rumi, who has completely turned white?"

Mei Yang nodded slowly.

Before he could raise any questions, the Elf King continued, "The red, green, and purple you see... these colors are correct, but they are much richer than what ordinary people see. In other words, we can only see the primary colors you paint. On this point, our understanding of color is the same. But," he pointed to the center and edges of each subject in Mei Yang's paintings, the shimmering highlights and shadows, "these, these wondrous colors, our eyes cannot capture—you possess a special pair of eyes that can see even more magnificent colors in nature."

When he was halfway through his words, Mei Yang already had goosebumps and his scalp was numb.

For the first time, Mei Yang realized that the world he saw was actually different from that of others.

Mei Yang was so grateful for this belated realization that his whole body was throbbing with emotion.

He muttered a few words, not knowing what to say. He was completely immersed in great shock.

Moreover, his shock was soon doubled - the afternoon passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye it was already dusk. While he was immersed in shock, the Elf King personally walked over and brought over the five Elf Fruits that were basking in the sun. He rubbed Mei Yang's head in a good mood, and when he looked up at him dully, he said something that made Mei Yang's jaw drop to the ground:

"Come on, let's go take a shower together."

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The author has something to say:

Mei Yang is a tetrachromat. He only just found out about this now, and he must be regretting not studying art in the first place.

The last sentence fell on deaf ears.

Also, in reality, tetrachromats are mostly women; men with these cells will become color blind. This is a private post.