the world

Just some familiar scenery.

Taki Ruoye saw a lot of tents set up on campus, she took a closer look and found that it was a bazaar.

The Dongyi university student wearing a logo shirt saw Taki Wakaba approaching, and quickly handed her a flyer: "This is a charity sale for Dongyi university students, all of which are student works. If you like it, you can buy it. The reserve price is not high. , Half will be given to the author, and the other half will be donated to charity for art education of disabled children. Of course, if you have the willingness to do charity, you can set your own price."

"If I bid myself, will I also give half of the ratio to the author?"

"Yes." The student was afraid that Taki Wakaba would mind, and quickly added, "This is also to stimulate everyone's enthusiasm for creation, so that more and better works will enter the charity fair. If your works are bought at a high price at the fair It’s something to be proud of.”

"It's nothing, I just think it's good." Taki Ruoye said with a smile, "There are so many people coming and going, why do you give me such a detailed introduction."

"Because... Miss, you look rich? To be honest, I feel like a rich lady with good taste and money."

Taki Wakaba smiled, and started to stroll around the exhibition area.

"He's getting better and better at painting, more than a little better than before..." Taki Wakaba stopped in front of a picture, which was Yaguchi Hachiko's work. I didn't expect him to participate in this exhibition .

"Do you like this one?" The college student of Dongyi who was following her poked her head out, "This one is really good. Miss, you have really good taste!"

No matter which work he took a fancy to, he would probably say that.Taki Wakaba thought silently.

"This is the one I want."

"Okay, I'll wrap it for you now." Although he just wrapped the painting with old newspapers, he acted like a luxury teller, "Cash or credit card?"

Although he asked this question, he still felt that Taki Wakaba would use cash, because the price of this painting happened to be [-] yen.

"Swipe the card, I have to set my own price."

"Okay, thank you for your contribution to charity, how much do you charge?"

Taki Ruoye said a number, he was stunned, and then asked again: "I'm sorry I didn't understand it just now, how much did you say?"

His address to Taki Wakaba has become "You".

"200 million yen." Taki Wakaba repeated.

This has already surpassed the total amount of marketing excluding her today. His brain was shut down for a second. What kind of family can afford 200 million yen to buy an oil painting with a base price of [-] yen?

Is this the life of the rich?No, no, they are doing it for charity, it's because their structure is too small.

He forced his consciousness to return, and then said with a smile: "Of course, miss, you can swipe your card with me to register, and it will be published in the school newspaper later."

Taki Wakaba sat at a small table under the tent, with a folder on it, and the paper between them recorded today's purchase records.

"Sorry, there's only this place."

This kind of shabby desk and chair doesn't look like a place to discuss a 200 million business deal!

"It's okay." Taki Ruoye looked at the information that the buyer had to fill in, and put down the pen, "Just buy anonymously, no need to leave your name."

"I think it's better to leave a name for doing good deeds!"

"In my heart, this painting is worth so much." Taki Ruoye didn't know whether it was true or not, "Put it here first, I'll get it later."

"What a rich lady." He looked at Taki Ruoye's back and said silently.

Taki Wakaba walked to the landscape lake of Dongyi University and walked to the grass in the distance. There were fewer people here. Taki Wakaba sat comfortably on the grass and took out a sketchbook and pencil from her bag .

Without eraser.

After feeling empty, Taki Wakaba flipped to the white side of the sketchbook, and began to draw the eraser.

After confirming the accuracy of the picture, she shook the paper, and a piece of eraser came out.Taki Wakaba picked up the eraser and tried to erase the handwriting on the sketchbook.

Sure enough, there is no way to erase it, even though its appearance is nearly 100% similar to a real eraser, it is not an eraser.

The soul of an eraser should be able to erase the traces of pencils.

The soul of a key should be able to open a specific door.

But Taki Wakaba used [Realization] to make items, the former could not do it, but the latter could.why is that?

The manifested key can open the door as long as it has hardness.But the material of the eraser is more special, and its function is more dependent on its material.

Most people know that keys are made of metal, but what are rubbers made of?

Taki Wakaba threw the eraser into the bag, turned over the sketchbook, and settled down to draw the scene in front of her.

When she wanted to highlight the highlights, her hands were empty.

"Do you need an eraser?" A voice came from behind.

"need."

"You draw very well." It was a short black-haired young man with a mole in the center of each cheek. He found an eraser from his schoolbag and handed it to Taki Ruoba, "Are you a student on campus? Or off-campus?" person?"

Unexpectedly, when I came to Dongyi University, I met someone I knew before. The same student who participated in the training camp with Yaguchi Yahuo back then, and also ate the rice ball made by Taki Wakaba-Takahashi Setasuke.

Yaguchi Yako is an art genius who is difficult to get along with, but if you want to say, isn't Yaguchi Yako also an art genius in the eyes of others?

"Those who are off-campus should take the entrance examination for Dongyi University this year."

"Oh." He let out a long sigh.

"Do I look older than I think?"

"No, it's your painting skills that are seasoned. Have you learned from a very young age?"

"...Maybe it counts?"

"But judging from your sketch, you are already very strong."

He also said this before, Taki Ruoye thought.Takahashi Setasuke's basic sketching skills are very good. During the training camp, Yaguchi Yahuo paid attention to him, but he got such praise from him.

"I just want to draw more aptly and realistically."

"Just chasing it?"

"But obviously I'm not even doing that right now."

"In my opinion, in terms of realism, you have achieved 100% completion. But, painting is more than that?" Takahashi Setasuke said, "After the advent of the camera, why hasn't painting been replaced? Because the painter is Incorporating his emotions into it, the world in the eyes of the painter is different from that of the camera, not only based on reality to record, but also the God in front of the canvas."

"The scenery in front of me is beautiful, but I don't think it is cute, so the scenery I wrote is not so cute." Taki Wakaba wiped out the sparkle on the water with an eraser, "Thank you."

"..." Takahashi Setasuke was silent for a few seconds, he was not good at saying this kind of words, "Are you going to take the exam in December this year? Don't be too nervous, I know, this paragraph Every day, I have to think about how many paintings I want to draw and how to complete the topic, just do it like that, and don’t think about anything else.”

"Thank you, I accept it."

"...onigiri." Takahashi Setasuke suddenly spit out a word, and then immediately closed his mouth. Seeing Taki Wakaha looking at him, he said, "It's okay, it's just that I suddenly want to eat rice balls. I have eaten rice balls before, and they taste ordinary...have we seen them before?"

"I don't think so."

"That's right...Actually, what I told you are just some very common truths, it's not a big deal."

"But it did remind me that when I first came up with the idea of ​​painting, I just wanted to record it. Maybe I should think about it later." Taki Wakaba closed the sketchbook.

Takahashi Setasuke has also grown a lot, Taki Wakaba thought, he is more mature than when he was in the studio, and his mind is wider.

A few years ago, Taki Wakaba would go to the art training before the exam. Like what Takahashi Setasuke said, when I woke up in the morning, I thought about how many pictures I would draw today, and what kind of ideas I would use to complete it. Teacher given topic.But by this time, Taki Wakaba's painting skills could no longer improve as quickly as before, and the training camp was not that meaningful to her.

Takahashi Seta once said: "Training is not a place to teach you how to draw well, but a place to teach you how to draw in order to pass the exam."

"If you are admitted to Dongyi University this year, you can come to me, my name is Takahashi Setasuke."

Setasuke Takahashi will not say encouraging words like Yaguchi Yahu. This is the Tokyo University of the Arts with a one-thousandth admission rate.

"I'm looking forward to that day more than anyone else." Taki Ruoha said with a smile, "It's just that my painting skills are good. If I don't have thoughts, my paintings will be judged as rubbish, right?"

"The painting is what I like. If the people who evaluate it are not as good as me, it's better to treat their evaluation as garbage." Takahashi Setasuke frowned.

"The more I study, the more I feel that I am not enough. Painting is born of records, and it exceeds the records. Maybe its existence itself is infinite." Taki Ruoye closed the sketchbook, she asked Takahashi Setasuke, "Do you like drawing?"

Takahashi Setasuke was taken aback for a moment.

Taki Wakaba put the eraser into his palm and smiled, "I just want to say, so do I."

When the street lamps came on one by one and the night fell, Taki Wakaba left Dongyi University with the painting in her arms. The streets were filled with the hot and dry air of summer, and bursts of cool air gushed out from the shops with open doors. Returning students gathered at the entrance of the snack bar, eating takoyaki with a smile on the street while holding a cardboard box in one hand.

"Boss, here are three takoyaki."

Taki Wakaba, who was attracted by the fragrance and popularity, stepped into this small shop.

The uncle who made takoyaki had just turned over a whole pot of takoyaki, and after poking the students' portions, it was just enough for the three portions that Taki Wakaba wanted.

Taki Wakaha held the plastic bag in her hand, picked up a bamboo stick and poked a piece of takoyaki into her mouth, biting it open, hot air came out of her mouth.

"Hot...but delicious."

She looked at the sky, and the buildings illuminated by the lights were shining with intertwined light, and the lively voices were reflected against the quiet crescent moon.

"Whether it's the emperor who has been completely reduced to a mascot, or the shogunate that has become a tourist attraction, or the unpredictable future, there will always be people with happy smiles. It's as if nothing has changed. It's really... super Great."