Yinhua and Dream

The son exhaled a puff of smoke, and it seemed that it took a few seconds to see that the person in front of him was his son.

"I'm back."

He heard his father's hoarse voice say so.

Futian nodded, and took a step forward. He felt his eyes a little sore in the smog. He stepped forward and patted his father on the shoulder, "Dad, I will take care of her when she is discharged from the hospital. Don't worry. .”

Looking at his taller son, the middle-aged man frowned, "Ah."

The mother's condition stabilized soon, and the Futian family took a photo on the day she was discharged home a week later.

"Brother, is it really just for work that you want to go back to Tokyo so soon?" In a few days, Miya Fukuda will have the child aborted. At this moment, she is actually reluctant to part with Shinta Fukuda, but it may be because of the habit of bickering with her brother No, even the last parting words can't change the ridicule.

"Boom——" Fukuda slapped Miya Fukuda on the head, who didn't dodge, "Do you think your brother still has time to waste in other places? Take good care of your body and wait for me next time." Come back and let me see Weiya who can eat anything."

"Hey, bro, you're getting emotional!" Wei Ya squinted her eyes, hiding the moisture in them.

"Weiya, it's cold, let's go into the house with your mother. Zhentai, I'll see you off."

Shinta Fukuda looked at his father who came to him, nodded, and said goodbye to the woman standing at the door: "Mom, I'm leaving. Come in quickly."

"Be careful on the road. No matter how tired you are at work, you should pay attention to your body and take a good rest!"

"Understood!" Futian waved his hand until he saw his sister and mother walking into the room.

Fukuda looked at the trees passing by one by one, and the sound of children playing in the field in the distance, this kind of scene was a bit like when he was a child, but most of the partners at that time are now They parted ways, and the only one or two gradually lost contact after he arrived in Tokyo. Although he would still rush to the door every time he came back, it was difficult to maintain the intimacy of the children.

"Madam, do you still think there is a future for being a manga?" His father's voice may be caused by smoking all the year round, and it is very hoarse. Fukuda still remembers that his father's voice was the leader in the village when he was a child.

Feeling the tranquility of the countryside which is different from the city, Futian seems to have calmed down. If it was before, he would definitely quarrel with his father again, but this time he decided to have a good talk, "Dad, I I remember I said at the beginning that the future in your eyes is not worth a penny in my eyes. I know that you will be angry again if you say this, but I still feel the same way now. Because only when I draw manga Only then do I feel that life is real and warm, like fireworks that bloom for a moment, but fireworks are only for a moment, and what I am doing now is a flame that will not go out until the moment I can no longer hold the pen ...Dad..."

The middle-aged man with fifty-fifty hair suddenly put his hand on Futian's hair, and rubbed it gently, "My wife, I understand. Now that you have reached this point, then, fulfill your dream for me Let's see!"

This sentence made Futian's eyes full of smiles after he recovered from his stupefaction, "Of course!"

At a fork, both of them stopped.

"Then I'll send it here."

"Oh, Dad, goodbye."

"My mother and I and Wei Ya are waiting for you to bring a girlfriend when you come home next time." Fukuda hadn't seen such an expression of a middle-aged man with a smile for a long time.

"Let's talk about it at that time." This is not perfunctory, who knows the future variables, maybe the plot in the anime may really appear, well, look, people who talk too much, even if these are created by their profession I can't help but have fantasies. In fact, or because I'm a cartoonist, I can't help but have such flirtatious thoughts. He looked at his father who was waving at him and nodded, "I'm leaving."

"Be careful on the road."

On the way back to Tokyo, Fukuda Shinta has never been so relaxed. It seems that all the shackles of his family living above the manga have been untied, and then... it is time for him to really use his strength to start the future!

When he returned to the apartment, he saw the female assistant standing at the door, although she still had a cold face, but after he said inexplicably——I’m back—, even though she still had that expressionless face, from that The words uttered from the opened and closed lips made him feel that the weather in early winter was slightly warm.

--Welcome back.

The world will never stop because of someone's absence,

A person will not stop because of someone's disappearance,

But as long as, I know it's changed,

I also want to witness the changes afterwards,

So please move forward together.

Fork [-]. Straight lines and curves

When I was young, I was always mischievous and deliberately hid things.

When I grow up, I really can't remember certain things.

"Sawano, this short story will participate in the short story award. You should work harder when drawing. There will be a period of free time after this time is over." Fukuda lay on the work table and looked at Sawano Sharo who was drawing opposite , The original shoulder-length hair is getting longer and longer.

"Sara, let's go celebrate then!" Kyono Hanako, who was sitting on the sofa beside her, looked excited, and after she finished speaking, her eyes secretly turned to Shinta Fukuda.

Fukuda was very happy to respond, and Sawano Sharo, who was about to complete the last picture, said in a very puzzled way: "When I am free, I will find another job."

"Hey?! Shaluo, there is always time for celebration, right?" Kyano stood up and walked to Sawano, with his chin on the table and a sad expression.

... Sawano Sharo looked at the face with both expectation and sadness on one side, and then looked up at Fukuda. The expression of the silver-haired man was not too surprised, but there was a subtle incomprehensible meaning in his eyes.

Sawano didn't think about hiding anything, and explained directly: "I don't know when enthusiasm will go out. Once you finish your assistant's work..."

"It's only temporary." Fukuda pointed out.

"Well, temporarily. So as soon as I'm afraid I'm free, I'll go back to my old… life."

"My previous life... Sara, is there any difference between your past and your present?" Kyano looked at Sawan in confusion, and Fukuda understood the meaning of her words.

"So, I'm going to look for a job tomorrow. It's almost ten o'clock now, the celebration... well, since Fukuda agreed with you just now, in order not to spoil the fun, you can have fun with Hanako." Sawano posted the last A dot, looking up and smiling, swept across the two of them.

"I'll do whatever I want." Shinta Fukuda really doesn't care, and tomorrow he will take turns off at the Tsuruta Convenience Store, and the owner of Miracle Clover will let them rest tomorrow for purchasing.

Although Kyano Hanako knew that she shouldn't be smiling happily when Sawano was not going, she couldn't help smiling after getting Fukuda's answer, and the stretched friend beside her poked her with an elbow.

"Thank you during this period. It is estimated that the next job will be next month. Before that, don't relax your training on painting skills. I don't want my assistant to only train while working." Fukuda said to Ze standing at the door Ye said, with a slightly teasing expression on his face.

"I won't be that stupid." Ze Ye replied in a provocative tone, but now the two of them seldom go off on the surface because of the sharpness of the dialogue, and most of the time it is just a verbal victory , but often a draw.

On the other hand, Kyano Hanako didn't know, she thought the two of them were going to quarrel, so she quickly grabbed Sawano's arm, "Mr. Fukuda, let's go."

"Fukuda, don't you need to send Ms. Kyano off?"

Kyono's face turned red all of a sudden, and Fukuda glanced at the light-blond woman who seemed nothing had happened. The slightly raised chin made him want to pat that head.

"Kyono, I'll see you off"

As soon as the two walked out the door, they were chilled by the cold winter night. They were both tightly locked in their scarves. Futian on one side looked at the two girls whose necks could no longer be seen, and couldn't help laughing.

"Let's go."

Sawano pushed Jingye who was stunned, and leaned into his friend's ear, "Come on."

When Kyono Hanako walked to the stairs again, she looked back at Sawano Sharo who was still standing there, with a sweet smile on her face, ——Sara, thank you.Silent thanks are expressed through lip movements.

Sawano felt very tired when he got home. He took off his coat and went into his room and lay down on the bed. After rolling around, he stared blankly at the ceiling.

Then he turned his head to look at the photo frame on the bedside table. The photo of wearing a hat and scarf that he took last time was inlaid inside. Sawano, who was feeling tired at the moment, curled up at the corner of his mouth with his bright smile.

...My original path was a straight line, blindly heading towards a point, but now...because of the appearance of Futian, it is bent, and maybe in the future it will be bumpy and winding, so...just walk on this curve .

It doesn't matter, you will always find what you want, and you will always find your dream.

Sitting up from the bed, Sawano took his pajamas and went into the bathroom.

The next day, Sawano Sharo came out of the house early. It snowed heavily outside the window at midnight, but it has stopped now. The weather is always very cold when the snow melts. From the window, she knew it must be cold outside. Ze Ye frowned and opened the door, gritted his teeth and closed the door.

When standing outside the door, she saw a figure who was about to reach the stairs in front of her.Sawano suddenly thought of what she said yesterday, and ran to walk beside the silver-haired man. She looked at the turban on the man's head, how did she bring it?