Parrot Aoi and Raven Ado

In the quiet tea room, only the sound of chess pieces falling on the board can be heard. Beside the bright floor-to-ceiling windows, a father and daughter sit kneeling on both sides of the chess board, contemplating all their attention on the black and white chess board.

In this game, Maruo Yoshitoki took the black stones to play the first move, but even though he had the advantage of the first move, the situation on the chessboard at this time was gradually unfavorable to him.

With his hands clasped in front of his chest, the old man fell into deep thought. The chess game has reached the most critical moment, but he fell into a passive state.

His black dragon on the chessboard has fallen into the encirclement of the white pieces, and there is always the risk of being cut off or strangled.

But the most difficult thing is that he knows that it is not good, but he can't think of a way to get out of trouble.

A few minutes later, Maruo Yoshitoki threw the warm chess pieces that had been squeezed in his hand back into the chess joint, and said as if throwing the pieces, "You won."

"Thank you father for your guidance, you have accepted."

"I didn't give up, not at all. You won it by your own ability."

After saying this, Maruo Yoshitoki stood up, stroked the folds of his old-fashioned kimono and said, "The weather is fine today, I'll go for a walk."

Mr. Takazawa, the housekeeper who was standing aside, immediately wanted to arrange for people to follow him, but was stopped by Maruo Yoshitoki. He wanted to wander around alone, and he didn't want anyone to follow and disturb him.

"This... this... well, then please be sure to bring your mobile phone."

Even the housekeeper who has a temper with his master didn't try to persuade him, but just told his master who doesn't like to bring a mobile phone when he goes out to bring a communication tool this time.

Nanako Maruo, who was sitting by the window, said suddenly when her father was about to leave the house: "Dad, I will cook at noon today. Remember to come back for lunch."

Mr. Maruo, who had already walked out of the gate, didn't look back and didn't stop when he heard the words. He continued to walk forward and replied: "Got it, don't cook those steaks, French food, etc. I am not used to eating foreign food."

With arms folded in front of his chest, Maruo Yoshitoki walked forward along the gravel road without discerning any direction.

The sound of clogs under his feet did not disturb his mind at all, and all his mind was still immersed in the chess game with his daughter just now.

When thinking about it, Maruo Yoshimi couldn't figure out which move he made a mistake in the chess game just now, so that he finally fell into such a passive situation.

His daughter's Go was taught by him, but now she has surpassed him in Go. As a father, Mr. Maruo is happy, but there is still a little bit of unwillingness and loneliness in his heart.

Thinking about Mr. Maruo, he fell into the memory, and the scene at the company's mid-year summary shareholders meeting couldn't help reappearing in front of his eyes.

No one knew what kind of mood Maruo Yoshimitsu felt when he suddenly saw his daughter appearing at the company's shareholders' meeting, sitting on the chair of the second largest shareholder, only under him.

He knew about the change of ownership of the company's shares, but he never expected that the person who bought those shares was actually his daughter.

Thinking about the rhetoric that my daughter said many years ago when she left home to study, and looking at Nanako who is sitting next to me now, looking business-like, it is the first time in his life that the old man knows what it means to be speechless.

Some of the senior management in the company must have known the news in advance, and those old people in the family did not disclose any information to themselves. It seems that many people insisted on Nanako's acquisition of the company's stock. What is more is a wait-and-see attitude, and it does not rule out that those people are waiting to watch the show with the mentality of watching a joke.

No, it's not just watching a show, I'm afraid it's going to add fuel to the flames.

Anyway, both he and Nanako are members of the Maruo family. If he is the winner, then everything will be smooth and life will be as usual. If Nanako wins, it will be better, the next generation heir of the company Is there anything more convincing and reassuring than a position that you can grab with your ability?

In short, no matter who the father and daughter eventually obtain the majority of the company's shares, the family and the company will not suffer losses.

With this opportunity, the company can still take back a lot of scattered shares floating outside, why not do it?

The more he thought about it, the more depressed Maruo Yoshitoki felt, but he couldn't blame anyone. After all, businessmen valued profits more, which is understandable.

He walked forward with his head buried all the way, and walked a long way without knowing it. When Mr. Maruo heard the impact of the waterfall and came back to his senses, he found that he had come to the place where the waterfall and pool were yesterday. area.

Maruo Toshihito is still sketching here today, the quarrel with his father yesterday did not affect his creative mood.

Maruo Toshihito, who was engrossed, did not notice his father's arrival, but he hung him in the birdcage under the easel. Cockatiel Axiong saw Mr. Maruo.

Twitter, twitter, look, master, the old master is here.

However, Xuanfeng's crisp cry did not wake up Mr. Painter, who was intoxicated in the creation. Just when Ah Xiong wanted to raise his voice, the old Mr. Maruo who had already walked up raised his finger and put it on his mouth to shake it. shaken.

Hey, does this mean to keep the bird silent?

why?Master, he didn't see the old master coming, and the bird wanted to remind him.

Xiaoxuanfeng, who tilted his head, couldn't figure out what human beings were thinking, but the parrot, which was occupied by most of his thoughts, was really silent, and Maruo Yoshitoki walked all the way behind his son, looking at him silently.

Maruo Toshihito is luminous in creation, he puts all his enthusiasm on his paintings, his eyes are bright, the corners of his mouth are raised, his arms are so brisk and powerful while holding the paintbrush, the whole person is like a high rise The sun is so dazzling that people dare not look directly at it.

Maruo Yoshitoki has never seen such a son before, this is completely contrary to the image of the taciturn otaku in his memory who always lowers his head and doesn't talk much.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, even he himself wouldn't have believed it. The radiant young man in front of him was the 'cowardly' and 'cowardly' little son he said.

Am I overlooking something?Or is it really like what my daughter said, I only want to see what I want to see?

After a lot of fun, the painting on the drawing board was almost completed. Maruo Toshihito waved his sore arm a few times, and when he turned around, he suddenly found that his father was standing behind him! ! ! ! !

It was absolutely such a shock that he lost his footing and fell straight onto the grass.

"Father... Father... When did you come here, why didn't you make a sound?"

Maruo Yoshitoki did not answer his son's question, but stared at his painting for a while and then suddenly asked: "Can this painting be changed now?"

"Ah? Oh, you are not satisfied? Then how do you want to change it?" Maruo Toshihito said anxiously.

"Can you add me in?"

The old Mr. Maruo stepped on clogs, walked to the side of the shallow pool with a few strides, sat down on a big rock, and asked, "How about this? Can you add me?"

After hearing the words, Maruo Toshihito took a closer look, and found that his father had chosen a very good location, which was just a blank space in the painting, adding the distant view of the characters here, although it somewhat destroyed the original composition, but it was not too abrupt.

"Yes, do you really want to draw? Will it take a long time?"

"Draw it, I'll sit right here."

After hearing this, Maruo Toshihito picked up the paintbrush and began to sketch on the canvas again, while the old Mr. Maruo sat on the stone and looked at his son.

Under the sun, the young man's face seemed to be coated with a layer of light, which made him look radiant. He held the paintbrush in his hand with a concentrated expression, as if he had poured all his heart into it.

This child really loves the brush in his hand and the world under his brush. He paints every stroke seriously, never perfunctory or compromising.

He is really living for his dream again, bursting out all his enthusiasm on the career in his heart, as he said, every step he takes is down-to-earth, but this does not prevent him from looking up at the sky.

"Father, I'm done."

Upon hearing this, Maruo Yoshitoki stood up, moved his hands and feet, and slowly walked to his son and looked down.

In the canvas, the old man in green shirt sitting on the boulder has a serene expression, although his expression is slightly serious, but there is kindness and expectation in his eyes.

So in my son's mind, my image has always been like this?

This kid, even though I keep belittling his ideals and saying harsh words, he has never resented me.

"It's a beautiful painting, can you give it to me?"

"Huh? Of course, as long as you like."

"I like it very much, thank you." Thank you for always accommodating my arrogance with gentleness.

"Well, it's almost noon, let's go back, your sister said she's cooking today."

"Really, sister is here? That's great."

"Your sister said she wanted to donate a new art gallery to the school you work at."

"what?"

"I think her proposal is very good. Children's education cannot be ignored, so the art gallery is definitely not enough. How about adding a gymnasium, and Dad will pay for it?"

"scare!!!!"

"Isn't it just art galleries and gymnasiums? That's right, schools are places for learning, so add another teaching building and a library, and that's it."

Maruo Toshihito, who is always in a state of being out of his mind:  ……

On the morning of the second day, in the hotel lobby of Hayakawa's house, the two-day holiday of Maruo Industrial executives had ended, and Mr. Takazawa was checking out at the front desk.

In the lobby rest area, the two old seniors and the old junior continued to chat while drinking tea.

Compared with the depressed mood when he was drunk before, Mr. Maruo is obviously in a much better mood now.

He carefully took out a canvas from his carry-on luggage, unfolded it and said to the old Mr. Hayakawa as if showing off: "Hayakawa, look, this is painted for me by my son. He has a very good technique and painted me. very good."

Mr. Hayakawa could only say nothing about this senior's showing off.

Fortunately, Mr. Maruo, who was sitting opposite him, didn't care much about his opinion, but this gentleman's behavior attracted the attention of another guy.

Du, who flew over early in the morning, was now landing on the back of the seat in the rest area.

It was in such an excellent position that it could clearly see Mr. Maruo's flaunting movements and the painting in his hand, and then it suddenly spread its wings and flew towards Aoi.

"Yeah, yeah, Aoi~~, Du also wants to draw with you."

"Painting together? Did you say a typo again? Standing together is right?"

The little raven that landed couldn't help jumping on the spot when it heard the words, but it couldn't explain clearly, so it had to take Kui to the rest area to watch.

Pointing to the words in Mr. Maruo's hand, the little raven yelled, almost splashing the feathers from its wings.

"Oh, Du wants to be a model in the painting? I'm going to trouble Teacher Maruo for this."

"No trouble, I am very grateful to have you as models." Maruo Toshihito, who rushed over to join his father and sister, heard Aoi's words and said so immediately.

"But it doesn't work now. I'm going to check out soon and go down the mountain with my family to go home. Wait for the next time, okay?"

After sending off the Maruo family, Aoi saw that the little raven was not in a very high mood, and knew that the little bird must still be thinking about painting.

But Maruo-sensei has gone down the mountain, and none of the people in the hotel know how to draw. At the Hayakawa family...well, Ms. Miyuki’s painting skills are considered top-notch in the Hayakawa family. Let me see that kind of painting style. The little thing must have blown the feathers.

The sunflower parrot with its head tilted tried to use its brain, wondering if there was any other way to solve this problem.

After thinking about it, Aoi's eyes suddenly brightened, and it thought of a way.

Cheng Yi, who was reviewing documents in the office, was blasted out by his own parrot. Holding his mobile phone, he grabbed a few feathers from his clothes in embarrassment, and asked inexplicably, "Kui, what are you doing?"

"Wow, wow, take a photo~take a photo~, take a photo of Aoi~."

"Taking pictures? You want to take selfies again? Is it not enough to take so many photos? I saved all your selfies in my last phone, so I ran out of memory and had to buy a new phone."

"Cheat the bird, lie the bird, Cheng Yi wanted to buy the phone, and used Aoi as an excuse to hide his private money, Aoi wants to tell the hostess~~."

Having raised a smart sunflower parrot for more than thirty years means that you have no secrets in its eyes.

"Shh, keep your voice down, what good will it do you if my private money is confiscated? Don't you want toys and snacks? Don't you want to replace the bird's nest?"

"Aoi doesn't need it. Aoi has a salary. Aoi can use her salary as she wants."

"Hehe, is this the mocking of a single bird to a man with a family? Sorry, I don't accept it. I have a wife and children, and you are still single."

"Kui Freedom." The sunflower parrot flapped its wings vigorously.

"you are single."

"Kui Minzhu." The hopping sunflower parrot retorted vigorously.

"you are single."

"Kui Xiaosa." The crest of the sunflower parrot was erected in a hurry.

"Well, you're still single."

..........

The human-bird combination who hurt each other complained to each other for more than ten minutes and felt that they were scarred. After looking at each other, they decided to give up this quarrel.

Aoi called Du over, and a group photo was released a few seconds later. In the color photo, two big birds, one black and one white, were cuddling head-to-head. Extraordinarily soft in light.