Chapter 75 Chapter 75 [VIP]
Drawing simple drawings shouldn't be a problem as long as you can hold the pen steady.
In the second half of painting class, Megan fetched a small bucket of water to soak her brush tips and squeeze paint onto her palette. Once the brush tips were soaked, she shook off the water and began painting on white paper with gouache, following the teacher's instructions for a composition consisting of a circle in the center and multiple semicircles. A small flower was quickly completed, but it was only green. After outlining the green, the interior was a mixture of different shades of green. She learned without any instruction how to add white to adjust the color purity.
She was painting the green flowers that Poison Ivy had cultivated.
The child’s drawing was actually not very pretty, because she had just tried, the shapes were a bit weird, the coloring was illogical, and it was impossible to tell what kind of flower it was, but she was satisfied with it.
But after class, when she took the bucket to wash the utensils, the teacher asked her if she wanted to keep the painting. Megan shook her head slightly. She didn't like it. Even if she had drawn it herself, she didn't like it at all.
Even though Megan has come out of the empty world she originally was in and has been brought into this world with the people she loves very much, and can perceive and recognize many things, there are very few people and things that can remain in her heart. She is a stingy child and is unwilling to give anything to people and things she doesn't like, not even a word, a glance, or attention.
She left with the bucket and went to the children's sink. When her hands touched the water, she was no longer as confused as before.
Then, when the class ended in the afternoon, she asked the staff for a small plastic fish tank.
The lady asked, "What's the point of having a small fish tank?" Adults always ask a lot of questions about children's choices, but most of them are out of concern rather than questioning and control.
Megan lay on the low bar, which was just high enough for her to rest her head on it. After slightly tiptoeing, she could put her palms on it and rest her chin under it to make it less painful.
She thought about this question seriously, because it involved her own needs, so she stopped being stingy and expressed it normally to others, "I want to raise some small fish."
The lady smiled in surprise and told her, "But there are no fish here!" Her tone was very gentle, wanting to know where she got this idea.
Megan's furry head moved, indicating that she knew about this, but she put down one hand to touch her pocket. The other party originally thought that she would take out a leaf or a piece of paper. Some children here have mental disorders... which can cause them to have cognitive errors and cause similar misunderstandings.
But what she took out was a small plastic fish, and what she said was: "Raising a plastic fish."
The lady was puzzled. She looked at the child in front of her. She looked very young, with a childish look on her face. But the gaze she raised to meet hers was very serious. She was a little puzzled as to why her wish was not being met. Suddenly, her heart softened and she tentatively reached out her hand. She probably recognized this child.
Among the faculty and staff, she was a very autistic child who was generally recognized as not liking to communicate with others. Even the most professional psychologist here said so. But now she seemed to have no obstacles in that regard and did not shy away from her actions. So, she touched her cheek gently and carefully.
Oh my god, what a soft touch it was. It was the first time she faced such a gentle child in the special care center. She did not react or reject him. Even though his clear green eyes reflected her image, it seemed as if there was nothing in them. Yet, there was still a hint of stubbornness in them.
But why would she keep a little plastic fish?
“But Megan, it’s not alive.” She said this softly, for fear of startling the child opposite.
Megan nodded. She knew that the plastic fish had no life. She had known this since the first day she got it. But looking at the lady's expression and posture, she suddenly realized something: the other party still wanted a reason.
Wanting a reason is also a form of demand. Megan looked at her for a long time, and finally tilted her head, "...little fish, stay in the water."
Even if it is a lifeless fish, it can still stay in the water. This can barely be considered a reason, at least there is some strange logic, but it makes Megan confused.
Why do you want something and find a reason for it? People always care about various meanings, but in the process of Megan coming out of her own world and getting to know the outside world, she has done enough "meaningless" things, and no one has ever asked this question before.
But in the end she got the small plastic fish tank. It was very small, but big enough for the small plastic fish to float and swim in it.
Before Megan filled the fish tank with water, she put the fish in and then held the fish tank on her head. Since it was not stable, she had to hold it with her hands. She thought this was very interesting. There was a mirror fixed on the wall in the dormitory. She went to look at herself and was very satisfied with it.
"Fish tank, fish." There was no one here. Megan was used to being alone. She was very happy, but the expression on her face was subtle. Only her tone was full of high spirits and joy. "I am also a little fish."
She had not yet seen the boundaries of the world, but she knew that she lived in a vast body of water. Sometimes there was a current that belonged only to her that came to drown her, taking something away and then leaving; sometimes it was the waves of the world that came over.
On Friday, the last day of Megan's first week at the nursing home, just after two o'clock in the afternoon, the person who came to pick her up was Bob.
In Arthur's script, Bob is a relative. They had lost contact a long time ago, but after Damon's family's life finally got better, this poor guy came to the door. But he was really pitiful. His parents died in an accident and there was no compensation. He had to come to Gotham to work with almost only travel expenses and clothes. He was cheated several times and even lived on the streets. He suffered a lot of grievances before deciding to ask relatives for help.
Arthur took him in because he couldn't take good care of Megan alone, but he only asked him to find a house nearby. Only after he got to know his character did he let him come to the house rented by Damon's family to take care of Megan.
Bob was a young man who was not greedy. Even though he could only get a small amount of money working for the Damon family, as long as it was enough for him to live on, avoid experiencing any more setbacks, and have some savings, he would be satisfied.
Now that Arthur has to go to work, Megan is entrusted to him to take care of her on weekends, as well as to pick her up and drop her off. Her salary has also increased a little accordingly.
There are still a large number of children in the foster care center who have to go home every week. When people come to pick up the children, they must carefully check the information to prevent any accidents from happening to them.
Bob's identity was registered, but the staff still asked Megan, who nodded in response. She did not talk to Bob while following him, maintaining a safe distance between them. They underwent several identity confirmations on the way out.
But Bob was a laborer who was paid to do a job, and he was also a low-level gang member. He had experienced worse things before, so he had no patience with this, but he could not help feeling embarrassed.
When he came to pick up Megan, the only means of transportation were buses and cheap subways. Taxis were not even considered. However, Megan and Arthur did the same when they went to the daycare center, and the child accepted it well.
When they returned to the familiar two-story building, Megan trotted in as soon as Bob opened the door. Then, after taking only two steps, she threw herself to the ground and simply lay on the plush carpet, spreading herself out like a little fish.
Bob was so scared that he quickly stepped forward and asked, "What's wrong? Are you okay?"
Megan raised her arm and patted it, and he knew that this meant that he didn't want to be disturbed.
Because of her newfound unhygienic habits, the clown picked her up when he returned, looked her over, and asked in confusion, "Who told you to roll around on the floor?" The care center wouldn't teach her that, would it? If so, he'd probably be considering setting off some fireworks for the facility.
He really didn't understand this problem, but Meghan didn't realize the seriousness of the problem yet. She hugged him and talked to herself: "Dad..."
But she only expressed this much and didn't know what else to say.
The Joker raised an eyebrow playfully, "I know, Megan, you missed me."
Megan nodded.
It's boring to have an unstimulated child. The clown is too familiar with her. Anyway, he lets her stay next to him before going to bed, either squatting behind a chair or sneaking around and trying to pull his clothes to get a sense of security.
The clown thought of a joke, "Hahahahaha! You're like a robot, ah... a clockwork man,"
"I remember that you were a clockwork puppet at first. Someone had to wind your spring to move. You asked me to wind you up countless times, but fortunately, later on—"
He suddenly burst into laughter, turned to look at Megan, and patted her shoulder with a leather-gloved hand. "Now that you've upgraded, you can recharge yourself." Look at Megan. She has to get enough from him, get enough, a sense of security, energy, courage, whatever. But if she is a machine with solar charging function, then he is likened to the sun? This is ridiculous.
Not even the funniest comedian at the Imperial Theatre could have told such a joke.
This was a crazy joke that only he knew about.
The clown couldn't help laughing and put his hand on her shoulder, "Alright kid, do you still have any medicine?"
Megan handed over the empty vial, and he took out a handful of pills from his pocket and raised his hand to let them fall in. This was her medicine for a while, which meant that he was going to leave and would not be with Megan for a long time. They both knew this.
After all, his child is already grown up, so he has to accept that adults are not around often. Otherwise, will he always be her babysitter and take care of everything for her?
Of course Megan was happy to do so, but the Joker had no such intentions.
After she took the medicine but before she went to sleep, the clown was about to go out again. He was fully armed, wearing a rose-red tuxedo, a neatly tied tie, and a cane. He opened the door and left without saying anything.
While muttering: "Theater, it's theater again; game, it's game again..."
The author has something to say:
Ugly dad is so careless...
Watch out for Megan's night run, it's going to start in a few chapters.
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