Yinhua and Dream

Ye Shaluo's mouth seemed to really feel that way.However, the way Sawano smiled was the first time he felt that it matched his own appearance... He wanted to sigh inexplicably, but he still asked what he had been thinking about since the afternoon, "I heard from Jingye that you are studying art. Assistant, how are you?"

"Assistant?" This was something that Sawano had never thought about before, "Mr. Fukuda, my relationship with you is not to the level of friends. ... You are acting in a strange state today."

——Every time I can't help being sarcastic, when I get along with Fukuda Shinta...it seems to have become a habit.

"It's not up to you. Although what Jingye said is excellent, I haven't seen it. Who knows what it is like. Forget it, just pretend that I didn't ask, Sawano, goodbye." Turn around and go to the workbench and get something from the drawer.

He is really worried again, when will this mentality change? Damn it!Fukuda, who was roaring in his heart, had an expressionless face. Speaking of which, this kind of face that makes people unable to see emotions was also learned from Sawano Sharo. He only moved to Tokyo half a year ago...

"Give me paper and pen."

Fukuda, who took out the band-aid and was about to stick the wound, saw a hand stretched out in front of his eyes, and then retracted it, and heard a clear female voice say in a sarcasm, "This paper is useless, right? I'll take the pencil."

Fukuda was so dazed, watching Sawano Sharo took the paper and pen and bent over to draw on the paper.

……

A childhood image of the protagonist Wukong in "DRAGON BALL" was born in Sawano's pen. The time is not fast, the speed is medium, but... It is indeed what Jingye said, and the word "excellent" can only be described as excellent.

"How is it?" Although he said that he didn't necessarily need this job, and his tone was weak, but he still wanted to be affirmed in his heart... After all, he was able to draw with his own hands.

"Never thought of becoming a manga artist?" Shinta Fukuda took the piece of paper and asked seriously.

"No. I learned manga at the beginning because someone asked me to learn it together." Originally, it was because I didn't know what path to take, and it was also because of a whim at that time. As a result, everyone around me was struggling to become a manga artist... She just wants to finish her college career this time.And for the rest of my life... who knows... maybe this life will just end in such a muddle.

I can't hear anything from Sawano Saro's tone. From the expression...it seems that the smile before is another Sawano Saro. Some time ago, the two were enemies, but Fukuda couldn't imagine such a calm conversation now. Yes, but I have to say that if you ignore Sawano's sarcastic words—although it is difficult to do it all the time—the chat between the two can go smoothly, and... Fukuda also realized that he knew Sawano well. It only stayed on the surface, at least today he saw many sides of the woman.

Fukuda took a deep breath, put down the drawing paper, and stretched out his hand: "Come be my assistant!"

The second hand on the wall powers one second.

Facing gazes, the woman held her hand up.

The night sky outside the community is dotted with countless stars, such black makes people feel dreamy.

——"Come be my assistant!"

Such a sentence, what I said before... at this moment, it really splashed into the lake of peace in my heart.

At that moment, Sawano saw himself in those silver eyes.

It was at this moment that Sawano Sharo felt that... his existence seemed to have found a foothold.

Chapter、6 Wind

The wind blows on the cheeks,

when you close your eyes,

I thought I was flying.

Sawano Sharo has never thought that her future will be magnificent and magnificent. "Stay in the present and only need the present." leave.In addition, their family moved here from the countryside, and they cut off contact with those relatives early, so the 19-year-old Sawan has been living alone since he was 13 years old.

She also thought about whether she should try to find her former relatives... After all, when she was five or six years old, she remembered that there were a few people who gave her lollipops or other things in the depths of her memory. Spoiled by cowardice and the idea that "one can live alone".

Gradually, until now, she no longer thinks about what she can rely on, what else she can use to fill the gradually eroded heart besides liking someone.

So, in the final analysis, Sawano Sharo is just a guy who is so empty that he can't find the emptiness that can enrich himself except for his lover. ——Sawano sometimes likes to use such a literary tone to describe himself, of course, it is only in his small notebook.

"You can have dinner here after work. You start work at seven o'clock, and the off-duty time is set at eleven o'clock. How about it?" Fukuda moved to the bathroom, put on a band-aid in front of the mirror, and said something before Sawano said anything. He said bluntly: "I won't do anything to violate you, and to be honest, Sawano, you are not my type." The tone was frivolous.

"Hmm." I was a little upset about Fukuda Shinta's last words, although Sawano didn't seem to be entangled in it, he still couldn't help but retort, "You don't need to worry, Fukuda-kun, I don't like a guy like you. Also, please tell me more about the salary.”

"Tch, what a philistine." The man came out of the bathroom and saw Sawano flipping through the drawing paper on his desk, "About salary..."

That night, the two talked very late, and of course they choked many times inevitably. It seemed that even if the two wanted to avoid the rivalry scene where they despised each other, they would still start to choke for no reason, and most of the time it was because of some things that were too small to A smaller word.

"Ha~" Sawano Sharo covered his mouth and yawned, stood up and stretched, "It's eleven o'clock, I have class tomorrow, Fukuda-kun, I'll go back first."

"Ah. See you tomorrow." Fukuda didn't say much, picked up the pen on the table and continued to prepare for the battle.

"Well, see you tomorrow." Zeye walked to the door and turned his head inexplicably.

Fukuda really bent over, a few strands of silver hair slipped from his shoulders and fell onto the table, his head was slightly lowered but he could still see his expression at this moment...serious and serious, completely missing the usual frivolity and ruffian.

——The Sawano family.

Sawan hugged the pillow and felt tired after rolling on the bed for a while. He closed his eyes and thought that falling asleep in the current state was not suitable. It seems that since yesterday, there is really little time to think of Ji'an Takenaka. They all felt astonished, if it was before... probably Sawano would be crazy for a while.

Perhaps, it was just because of Futian's appearance that disturbed her thinking and strangely made her less attached to love.

——Sawano, you still have something to learn as an assistant.

——This short story was prepared by me for participating in the Golden Future Cup, cut, what a blow to self-confidence, you are not qualified!Besides, my comics are in this style!

——Although you are the only assistant now, you will not be alone in the near future.

——When I become a popular manga artist, I will definitely change the manga form of advanced JUMP.

……

Sawano and Fukuda, although they are not in the same situation, their relationship cannot be lived in peace. But at this moment, Sawano Sharo suddenly felt that they might be able to get along well with Fukuda in the future.

——The Fukuda family.

It was already twelve o'clock when Fukuda came back to his senses from painting. He leaned on the back of his chair and rubbed the space between his brows. Do it as the same profession, but... In fact, he is more inclined to be a manga artist, but for Fukuda now, just as an assistant, even if he is about to get the Golden Future Cup - he has confidence - is not satisfied at all His ambition, so - he has to work harder.

—— Fukuda-kun, if you ask me to be honest, this story is a bit violent.I'm sorry if it hurt your self-confidence.

——Although I know you are a gentleman, I still feel a little scared. When Fukuda-kun becomes a great manga artist, I must find another female assistant.

—Dream, I never had it.

"Yo~ good morning."

When Shinta Fukuda closed the door, he heard the door open next door, turned around and saw Sawano wearing a uniform, changing the messy hairstyle he saw yesterday, and wearing a ponytail.

Ze Ye twitched the corner of his mouth and nodded.

"It really is an arrogant guy." The silver-haired man turned his head and muttered,

"Mr. Futian, are you slandering others behind your back? If so, I advise you to lower the volume next time."

When the eyes of the two met, sparks flew everywhere.

Even though there is a closer connection than before, most of the time it is really no different from the past.

Sawano looked at the motorcycle riding beside him, Fukuda took off his hat and shook his hair, "Come on."

"Aren't you going to work in a convenience store?" While asking, Sawano didn't take the hat in front of him, and kept walking.

"I know your school, so I happened to be on the way." Fukuda followed closely behind at the slowest speed. In fact, he didn't think deeply about such a move, which in the eyes of outsiders is like pursuing a woman's ambiguous behavior.

Ze Ye suddenly stopped, turned around, and Futian also stopped, scared!He was startled by the approaching face all of a sudden, "Mr. Fukuda, your behavior like this will give me the illusion that you like me."

In fact, Sawano Sharo is not such a direct person in many cases, but after saying this sentence, she felt her face became hot,