Tokyo life starting with painting.

Chapter 1 Higashino Division (for collection)

In 2003, the streets of Shibuya Station in Tokyo, Japan.

Two or three little girls in blue and white high school uniforms were gathering together, chatting excitedly.

"Look, the little brother who draws pictures over there is very pretty, Mizi, why don't you go up and ask for a phone call?"

Beside her, there was a friend smiling and encouraging Ayoyako.

"Huh?" Ai Miko looked away from the little yellow book in her hand, and she was still muttering: "I still have a boyfriend, and you asked me to ask for someone else's phone number? Is that plausible?"

"Maybe you will fall in love with it at the first glance, Miko? It's really beautiful, and I feel like a star in a movie."

"How is it possible to like one when you see one? What do you think of my love?"

Aiseiyako replied to the other party not convinced, but subconsciously glanced at the direction pointed by the little friend.

She couldn't move her eyes when she looked at it, and it took a while before she sighed from the bottom of her heart——

Really handsome.

The boy pointed by the little friend is probably a street painter. At this time, the boy is staring at the blank drawing board in front of him, his wrist is swishing, and the brush is very decisive and stable, which makes people feel pleasing to the eye.

Of course, Aiseiyako doesn't know painting skills, and has no interest in painting.

But it may be because of the bonus of 'serious boys are especially handsome', her sight is like being attracted by a magnet, and she can't move away.

The other party has a healthy white complexion, short hair with slightly curled ends, a delicate face with deep facial features, and gentle and clean eyes

But apart from these, what attracted Ayoyako's attention the most was the unreasonable sense of self-confidence she felt from the other party.

This sense of self-confidence is particularly eye-catching in the crowd.

Shibuya Station is crowded with people.

Even a female photographer mixed in with this group of people couldn't help but secretly shot the shutter at this handsome and confident boy, her eyes were not much different from a boy looking at a beautiful woman.

"how is it going?"

"Go! Go! Mizi! If you don't let the fat and water flow to outsiders, even if you have a boyfriend, we are still single."

The little friend next to him laughed and incited Aiseyako's emotions.

Ai Yako is the most beautiful girl among them, she looks sunny and cute, as long as she smiles, she will surely win her over.

Doesn't the fat and water flow into the fields of outsiders?

Ai Miko muttered inwardly.

This reason is barely enough for her conscience——

This is not considered cheating, at most it is creating opportunities for girlfriends!

Aiseyako found an excuse for herself, and then walked over with a shoulder bag in small steps with peace of mind, like a proud little peacock.

She is also a veteran in love!Feeling like you've got the other person swooning isn't a problem.

Almost a meter or two closer to the 'target'.

The delicate and handsome boy who was drawing suddenly showed a smiling face from behind the drawing board, and at the same time smiled and nodded at her and said, "Hello."

He smiled very nicely, which made people feel like a spring breeze.

This unexpected greeting caught Ai Yako off guard, and her little heart beat violently a few times because of this clean smile.

She blushed and greeted in a low voice, and her peacock-like pride was inexplicably removed:

"Hello, what are you doing?"

It was obviously superfluous to ask this question, the other party could tell at a glance that he was painting.

Aiseyako also realized that she had said the wrong thing, she waved her hands in panic, and couldn't help saying, "Sorry, that me"

"It's okay." The boy smiled politely and said at the same time: "Speaking of the topic of painting, it's a bit of a long story."

He paused, "Will you listen?"

Perhaps because of the convincing appeal in the other party's voice, Aiseyako couldn't help but subconsciously nodded.

"There was a girl who chased me for five years, but I rejected her confession twice."

"Hey?"

Ai Yako originally thought it was an old-fashioned love talk, but she didn't expect such a sentence to come out of the other party's mouth suddenly.

The boy seems to be stuck in memory. "A few days ago, she said that she missed me very much. She didn't expect to fly all the way from Osaka to Tokyo to see me yesterday."

so romantic

Ai Yako is a relatively pure high school girl, she especially likes this kind of clean and romantic love, so she couldn't help asking:

"and then?"

"This time I didn't reject her, she cried, crying like a child. Maybe this is"

"Wow, is that why you came out to draw?" Ai Miko exclaimed and asked back.

In order to support the girls, they came out to sell paintings, and the two of them depended on each other in Tokyo, which was too romantic.

"No." The boy smiled and waved his hands: "I just want to say, maybe this is what boys call bragging."

Then he added: "It's true that selling paintings."

"" Only then did Ai Yako realize that she had been teased by the other party.

She showed a face of reproach, but she also felt a little closer to the boy she had just met in her heart.

Under the boy's feet is a wooden board with words written on it.

One piece is 5000 yuan.

At his feet are all kinds of paintings, including oil paintings, needle pen sketches, traditional Japanese Ukiyo-e hand paintings, and even Chinese ink paintings—but most of them are pencil sketches.

These paintings of various shapes are placed on the ground, and the only feeling for Ayayako is "good-looking".

She doesn't know any painting skills, doesn't know what to leave blank, doesn't know what shadows are false or solid, and doesn't know anything, but she just feels very beautiful intuitively.

I feel that none of the art teachers in the school are as good-looking as the things drawn by this boy.

Most of these paintings are stamped with his name in the lower right corner.

"Tonoji."

Aiseyako chanted this name, but thought it was very easy to pronounce.

Looking at the neatly arranged paintings on the ground, she felt that it would be no problem to buy them and hang them up.

but 5000 yen

This is not a small amount for her high school student.

She thought for a while, and finally fastened her small purse and said, "Can I trouble Mr. Dongye to draw a picture for me?"

"Okay." Dong Yesi smiled, and said again: "But I think the lady is only about the age of a high school student? 5000 yuan is the adult price, which is too expensive for you. The lady is also so beautiful, so I will give it a try. Let me charge you 2500 yuan."

She looks so pretty.

This is an ordinary compliment that Ayamako hears from boys in her grade every day.

But for the particularly good-looking Higashinoji, the effect is different.

Obviously she was tired of listening to the words usually, but it made Ai Yako's little heart beat again and again, she blushed and said 'huh'.

Good-looking is really a privilege, 2500 yen is the rip-off price, but Ayayako just eats this.

Dong Yesi removed the drawing board from the easel, and laid out a new sheet of paper: "I don't know what Miss wants me to draw?"

"Can you still specify the content?"

Aiseyako was slightly taken aback again.

Generally speaking, this kind of paid street painting is just a picture of your own head—if you are exhausted, you can draw more upper body.

After all, it is faster and more convenient to make money.

But listening to the meaning in Dongyesi's words, it seems that he can specify the content.

"Well, almost, but I'm a little worried." Higashino looked a little hesitant.

"Worried?" Ai Miko was puzzled.

"Miss, you are so beautiful, I am worried that I can't draw that youthful and bright feeling."

Higashino said with a smile again.

This is undoubtedly a joke again.

Ai Miko's face turned red, and she was speechless for a long time.

She has quite a lot of love experience among her peers, but she is not a rank at all in front of Dong Yesi, and she was killed and disarmed.

"Then can you please draw me a full-length portrait?"

Ayoyako was teased to lower her head, with a weak and bullying look on her face.

This completely throws her own words "what do you think of my love" to the back of her mind.

"Full body portrait? Do you need a background?"

Dong Yesi did not continue to tease.

After all, work is work, and he is not a cowboy, so flirting with girls is enough.

He lowered his head and asked a question, and immediately started. He moved his wrist and moved the pen quickly and steadily. He looked extremely experienced. With just a few strokes, the overall outline of Ayakako was already vivid on the paper.

"It's fine, there's no need for background." Aiseyako said hastily.

"I see." Higashinosi nodded with a smile.

He seems to have a natural kindness, and he is also funny and talkative, and he can attract many women just by smiling.

At least during the time he was sketching, several female college students who were shopping in Shibuya came over to chat with him.

Among them were two or three female college students who were going to pay Higashinoji to help him paint.

But Dong Yesi refused with a smile.

There is a high probability that these Japanese female college students who come out to play are staring at his face.

Painting is fake, and talking to him about a billion-dollar business at night is real.

The Japanese are very indifferent to the aspect of 'sex'. This kind of girls who come out to play and strike up a conversation are old fritters. I don't know how many boys they have eaten.

It's still easier to get along with a high school girl like Ayoyako who doesn't understand anything.

But even if he refused, Higashino managed it very well, neither too close nor too distant, and laughed and chatted with him throughout the whole process.

From a distance, it looks like he stepped on several boats without capsizing.

The old captain.

"Okay, Miss Mizi. Come over and have a look. If there is anything wrong, I can correct it in time."

After Higashino finished the painting, he made room for Ayayako.

"Alright, Higashino-kun."

In the communication just now, Aiseyako has raised her address to a higher level, and she can be called with the suffix of 'Kun'.

She couldn't wait to come to the drawing board, wanting to see how Higashino Si was doing.

But seeing this, she couldn't move any further.

Not ugly.

But it's so beautiful!

Even Ayoko was dumbfounded.

It is obviously a very standard sketch, and the face on it is still my own face, it should be round, it should be flat, it hasn't changed much, but I don't know why it looks good!

That's right, it's the same face, but the one drawn by Dong Yesi's hands seems to have added special effects, and it looks so good that several female college students who are watching are applauding.

Different from the things drawn by the art teacher in the school, the paintings under Dong Yesi's hands have an indescribable flavor.

Ayakako in the painting has short hair, a sailor suit, and a navy blue mid-length skirt, with a little pride in her eyes that can't go away, vivid and vivid, and her eyesight seems to be superior to others.

Eye corners, face shape, posture, movement.

With just a few strokes, Aiseiyako felt that another self, who was cunning and slightly proud, seemed to be watching her with a smile in the painting.

the most important is.

Just looking at this painting, Aiseiyako felt an indescribable feeling of happiness and peace in her heart.

She is a freshman, not only has to deal with homework every day, but also takes time to go to cram school, which is extremely stressful.

But for some reason, looking at this sketch, the pressure that had been accumulated in my heart dissipated a lot inexplicably.

Aiseyako was stunned as she watched, and only reluctantly woke her up when her friend came over.

She was surprised and puzzled, and then heard Dongyesi's concerned voice:

"Miss, what's the matter?"

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(End of this chapter)