Yinhua and Dream

"Sawano, let's make up."

Sawano Sharo stared blankly at the hand in front of her, the wide palm, the fingers with separate joints, and the callus that grew out of holding the pen all the year round, "You know I'm still angry..." She didn't reach out her hand, and it was placed on the The hand on her leg was held by Fukuda, and she looked at Fukuda who touched her nose and smiled in amazement, "If it was the usual Sawano, he would have started to fight back with sharp teeth and sharp mouth. Okay. Come on, don't be angry, I still need you to be my assistant." Fukuda stretched out his left hand and rubbed the top of Sawano's head.

... Just like what my father used to do when I was a child, Fukuda's hand was slapped off five seconds later, Sawano stared at him fiercely, the man laughed and said happily: "Some things the teacher taught me this time, I also want to tell you, after all, even if you are just an assistant, you need some experience, right?"

She didn't understand where Futian was happy at all, "Is it funny? It's so noisy."

"The next time I make it, I will definitely eat it without any leftovers, because it is really delicious."

"Isn't it worse than the store manager? =="

"But it's enough to satisfy my taste buds.... Sawano, thank you for the cake. It's good to cry, isn't it?" Besides, it's a good thing to cry sometimes, to be able to cry out.

Looking at Shinta Fukuda who was full of smiles in front of him, Sawano thought, let's make up.

"Not working today?"

"Ah, come to my house on time tomorrow. By the way, Hattori Yujiro-san will come over tomorrow. Sawano, you haven't seen him yet, have you?"

"I'm not interested." Fukuda, who was in high spirits, was extinguished by Sawano's cold words.

"... Futian..." Sawano looked at the man, met Futian's eyes at once, and then fell silent.

"...Uh,... Sawano..." Fukuda suddenly felt that the atmosphere was a bit subtle, and after moving his eyes away, he heard Sawano Saro say, "It's nothing. Fukuda-kun, do you want to stay here? I am I don't care, but it seems to have caused big news when we were at the door today. Maybe tomorrow our names will be arranged together and passed on by the residents nearby. To me, this kind of thing doesn't matter..."

"Cut, let them talk nonsense. Since you don't care, I'm a big man, so I don't mind. But Sawano, you really mind, if you like it someday... okay, okay, I didn't say anything , I'm going back, see you tomorrow."

Standing at the door, "Wait." Sawano called to Futian who was about to go out, "Futian, if I really can't find my dream...does it mean that I am...dead." The word death , has an intrinsic meaning.

Fukuda shook his head, "Sawano, you have always been alive, and those who have dreams in this world may not necessarily follow the road of dreams, but they still live wonderfully. In fact, Sawano, you don't need to learn to find your dreams at all, maybe Last time, my words were a bit rigid. You don’t have to actively search for them. Some things will be found by you in the dark. My dream of becoming a manga artist was just a simple painting at first. Later, I wanted to make myself Draw what you think in your mind... step by step, and slowly come to the present. Sawano, wait until the day you find your dream maybe... maybe I have lost the original thing." Everything in life is impossible Forecasts, ideas, and even dreams are changeable. Fukuda thought about it when he was a boy. Now he wants to become a manga artist. At some point, he may change his course and move on to another path...Of course, whenever he is in his hands This kind of thinking is always blown away when I live with a brush, as if it never existed.

"I will look forward to seeing Fukuda-sensei's manga works. It will be serialized." Sawano pushed Fukuda, and held the corner of his mouth while talking, until the smile in his heart was like his heart... the transmission was too slow, and now I feel it of sweetness.

"Ah, serialized! That's for sure!" Fukuda grinned.

On this day, after sending Futian away, Sawano, who was washing the dishes after eating the few cakes left, thought of himself crying and felt inexplicable, and the reconciliation of the two...is also inexplicable.Thinking of this, I laughed.

It seemed that instead of using words, it was an invisible pair of hands that deepened the original pure friendship between the two.

Don't force yourself, Sawano Sharo, even if you can't find it all the time, your life is good now. Someday... If you can see Fukuda's comics one day, it should be even better.Today, it should be soon.

——When I was looking for my dream, I was walking on the broken arm of the cliff. Now, after I gave up, I looked up and saw the blue sky that made people sigh.

One side of the head, it turns out there is still a road.

Cha Nine, Endeavor and Ambiguity

In fact, as long as you want to, some things that were originally on your shoulders can be easily unloaded.

A gust of wind blows, and what I see is a wider landscape.

"I'm Sara Sawano, Mr. Fukuda's assistant." In the evening, Fukuda's editor came.Although he said last night that he was not interested in the appearance of Yujiro Hattori, when the responsible editor arrived, Sawano's attitude was surprisingly good.

Hattori Yujiro has shaggy-looking curly hair, and he is not very old. He looked at Sawano Saro's outstretched hand and shook it, "Hello, Miss Sawano, I have been hearing Fukuda-kun mentioning this for a while. Yours. May I ask, when did you and Fukuda-kun meet?" Actually, Hattori is really curious. Although Fukuda looks like a delinquent boy who looks scary, as long as he gets along for a long time, he will I understand that this person is surprisingly good-natured, hard-spoken and soft-hearted. Although his words are sharp, he is not evil. It can only be said that this is a matter of personality, but it is also because of this that Hattori has not seen him since he met Shinta Fukuda. The reason why I feel so close to any woman is that whenever Fukuda mentions the name Sawano Saro, his expression is always more helpless than the complaint he expresses in his mouth.

Originally, as a manga artist, he lost a lot of opportunities to meet women. In addition, most of Fukuda's life was occupied by work except for manga. Hattori was actually curious about the women he kept mentioning.

Sawano glanced at Fukuda, Fukuda shrugged, "Mr. Hattori, why didn't I know that you also gossip like this."

"Ahaha, this, I was always curious about which woman caused you, Fukuda-kun, to complain. Now that I see Ms. Sawano, I think...it's completely different from what you said." Hattori didn't wait for anyone to say hello , sitting on the sofa and leaning against it, with an expression that expresses a really comfortable enjoyment.

"I'm going to make tea." Sawano didn't answer Hattori's question either. This person obviously asked in a joking manner, but... this question also reminded Sawano of when he first met Fukuda Shinta.

Now that I think about it, it was really naive to drag my anger on the silver-haired guy who was sitting next to me because I was told to break up at that time... However, maybe even now, Sawano's approach will not change. .

Sawano didn't close the door, so the voice from the outer room could not be heard clearly when making tea.

"Mr. Hattori, do you really want to be the editor in charge of your new wife Eiji?"

"Ah, the editor-in-chief has already told me exactly about this. By the way, I will pick up my new wife-kun to Tokyo with the editor-in-chief in March next year."

"Mr. Hattori, you specifically told me this..." Fukuda saw a figure coming out of the kitchen holding teacups. Sawano pushed the two cups in front of the two, sat opposite them, and took a drink. After taking a sip, he calmly said, "Go ahead."

"Thank you." Hattori nodded politely, and was not in a hurry to explain. He first blew away the floating tea leaves, and then took a sip. Drinking tea in a warm room in this winter is really a happy thing.However, he also knew that Fukuda was so eager, so he didn't laugh, and said directly: "Mr. Fukuda, you don't want to lose to the new wife, do you?"

"Of course." Futian didn't hesitate, his back was straight.

"I will be the editor of the two of you in the future, so I will definitely see the gap between you immediately. At that time, I don't want you, Futian, to be farther and farther away from your new wife."

"...Mr. Hattori, I know that the new wife Eiji is better than me in terms of storytelling and drawing, but I will never give up. In order to realize the dream of a manga artist, I must keep moving forward, so I must also Progress." Fukuda stood up and bowed to Hattori, "Please take care of me when the time comes."

Sawano's hand holding the cup paused in mid-air. He looked at the silver-haired man's bent waist, and even if he couldn't see the expression covered by his long hair at the moment, she could imagine that it must be serious enough to make people feel fierce. the point.

Hattori's straight lips curved deeply, and he also stood up and patted Fukuda on the shoulder, "Fukuda-kun, you are capable, and I look forward to seeing you create more outstanding works." Editing, what I am most happy to see and have been working hard to see. "And, you are already a cartoonist now."

And Fukuda just smiled, and didn't say anything about the topic of sexual expansion in the three words of manga artist.

Afterwards, Fukuda and Yujiro Hattori chatted a lot about the manga to be created in the future, but Sawano didn't want to continue after listening for 15 minutes, so he said bluntly that he was fine and went home.Fukuda nodded, and said when Sawano went out, "See you tomorrow."

"Well, see you tomorrow."

It seems that this word has become something that the two will say every time they say goodbye. Hattori looked at the door, knowing that the door is over, his expression