honey color

Rubbing his eyes with his hands, he realized that the world that existed only in that spot of light had long since disappeared.

There is still a bright but slightly lonely sunset in front of my eyes.

23Chapter23. Cat Diary

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I finally have a free chapter, it's not easy!

Painting is different from photography.

That is a process of creating the world.

……

With a maritime monsoon climate, Osaka's winters are wet and cold without snow.

I hid in a bright studio, the weather was sunny, and the white sunlight painted a thin layer of glitter on the window lattice.Sitting sideways in front of the window, beside a vertical mirror.

The self in the mirror still has an indifferent expression on his face, and the long hair that has gradually grown up flows across his shoulders like a small river that is not long.

Make eye contact with yourself.Looking at the pair of dark brown pupils on the increasingly fair skin, accepting the strong sunlight reflected from it, shining two shining light spots, as well as my own faint white reflection, it is a quiet but magical process .

Mr. Ueda's homework today is related to a photo.

Strong winds pass by, and the sky is full of cherry rain.The soles of the feet are soft cherry petals, and the scent that diffused suddenly became several times thicker at that moment, and the fine pink raindrops covered the sky and sun, and fell in a rustle.

The thrilling moment, but only a black and white world.

Mr. Ueda briefly explained before leaving: Colored drafts are required, and what’s more, draw yourself in it.

Strange assignment, but interesting.

So after a simple composition, I put in the coloring.

In front of him is a large enough drawing paper, and time flows slowly by his side.

Imagine the scent of cherry blossoms, but in fact only the strong smell of paint drips from the tip of the nose.

The bright pure white sunlight gradually turned yellow, and the drawing paper in front of him was slowly filled with color.

In fact, after nearly a year of painting training, my painting skills have only reached the average level.Mastered some conventional painting methods, knew some common painting skills, that's all.Although Mr. Ueda often praised me for my achievements in color.

So this is the first time I have encountered such an open assignment like today.

When it was close to dinner, the picture had already begun to emerge.

I stared at it a little tiredly for a while, and when I was about to raise my hand to draw something more, I was interrupted by a creature that jumped onto the window sill.

"Meow——" the leisurely meow of the cat, which rises in harmony with the light yellow world, makes people feel peaceful for a while.

Turning sideways, looking over the drawing board, looking at the fat cat in front of him, he whispered in surprise:

"Godzilla?"

So I hastily put down my painting tools and stared at the flower cat.The cat is also very fearless, standing on the window edge, turning to look at me.From her bright pupils, I seem to find a little shadow of time.

"Godzilla——!!!" Suddenly, a loud shout came from outside the window, breaking the cat's and my gaze.She turned her head and looked out the window, and finally chose to jump into the room independently, and ran all the way to my side.

I sighed slightly, and had no choice but to bend down and pick up the fat cat, and rolled the wheelchair to the window:

"Baishi-kun!" I yelled.

Under the pale golden sunlight, a boy in a white down jacket jumped into view.Silver hair fluttered in the cold air, and when the boy's clean eyes looked at me, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"Hanata-san?"

"Godzilla is here with me!"

"Eh?"

We were separated by a grass belt and a row of black chain link iron fences, and we looked at each other for a second.

"It ran in by itself." I finally broke the silence.

"so……"

"Mr. Baishi, come in and pick her up!"

"Can you?" The boy hesitated for a while.

"It's ok."

I asked my father to help open the door, and seeing the boy bowing his head in embarrassment in front of his father, I actually felt a little funny.

There were footsteps in the corridor, and soon there was a knock on the door outside.

"I'm sorry to interrupt you!" The boy's voice echoed with the creaking of the door gears, "Hua Tian..." The moment the boy pushed the door and entered, he was slightly taken aback before he could finish his sentence.I turned my head, and when my eyes turned to the boy at the door, his gaze was attracted by the picture frame in the center of the room.

"Why...?" I stroked the warm Godzilla in my hand and asked strangely.

"This is...?" The young man squirmed his lips, then took two steps closer and looked carefully at the painting that was not completely dry, "Sakura...?"

"Yeah!" I nodded with a smile, "Fortunately, you can see that it would be terrible if it was too outrageous."

"Blue... Cherry Blossoms?" The young man showed a bit of surprise on his face, and then his surprised eyes turned to me.

"It's the color of the sky." I replied with a smile, "I want to try it a little bit."

Because I remembered the thrilling blue in the boy's eyes under the pink background in the camera when I was young.

"Amazing!"

"Huh? But I'm afraid I will be reprimanded by Mr. Ueda." I was a little scared because of my whim.

"This white point is...?"

"it's me."

"Eh? So small!"

"Human beings are insignificant in front of nature."

The boy nodded upon hearing this:

"Actually, I don't really understand it, I just think this painting is very interesting."

"Thank you!" I nodded.

"I have a friend who also learns to paint."

"is it?"

"Let's meet again next time!"

"Well, definitely!" I leaned on the back of the wheelchair, and the sunset behind me gently pressed my shadow on the floor under my feet.

"Ah, come to think of it, Godzilla is really..." The boy finally walked around the painting in front of him, and said shyly while smiling narrowly.

"Cats are spiritual." I bent my mouth and reached out to touch Godzilla's soft body.The cat yawned, flicked its tail leisurely, and fell asleep on my lap.

"You said that Godzilla is also spiritual?" Shiraishi looked at the cat on my lap, as if he didn't believe that this fat cat would have something to do with the word "spirituality".

I watched him and still couldn't help laughing:

"Of course! Lend her to me as a model sometime!" I stretched out my hands and picked up the cat and handed it to him.

He accepted the cat in embarrassment, with a slight uneasiness on his face:

"If you don't dislike this fat cat!" But in the end, he still teased his cat, but was scratched by the clever female cat.

"It hurts! It hurts so much!!" The boy tiptoed in the studio and screamed, while I covered my lips and laughed.

In such a leisurely evening, a bright young girl's voice came from the street outside the window soon:

"Brother Baishi—!"

I turned around and looked out the window a little strangely.I saw a young girl, wearing a yellow sweater and a black skirt, looking angry:

"Really!" She bit her lip angrily.

I turned my head and quickly stopped Bai Shishang, still sighing in pain:

"Mr. Baishi, is that girl outside the window looking for you?"

Hearing that, Shiraishi seemed to think of something, and even murmured "Oops" reflexively, then hurried to the window behind me and leaned over:

"Youxiangli, I'm here!" He shook his hand, "Godzilla was found too!"

Hiding in the shadow behind him, I saw her turn around and frowned:

"Really! Brother, you actually chose her between Godzilla and me without hesitation!" Her words were sour, but it made me feel very interesting.

Soon, however, she seemed to spot me.She quickly covered her mouth, and bowed in surprise and shame:

"Sorry to trouble you!"

I froze for a moment, suddenly not knowing what to do.Until Shiraishi turned his head and looked at me with a smile:

"She is my younger sister, Youxiangli. She was studying abroad before, and she just came back from the winter vacation." After speaking, she looked at the girl on the street again, "Okay, Youxiangli, say hello to Ami."

"Ami?" The girl raised her head and stared at me for a long time.

"Hello, Youxiangli, my name is Huatianmi. In terms of age..." I looked up at Baishi, "It's been a year with your brother."

"Hello..." She seemed to notice that I was sitting in a wheelchair, with a slightly embarrassed expression.

I don't like this feeling, but I don't blame Yukari Shiraishi.

For a person with physical defects, ordinary people cannot easily include you in their circle of existence, just like now, I must not exist in the consciousness of that bright girl.

The young man seemed to smell the faint disharmony in the middle, and finally interrupted the unnatural layer with a few dry laughs.

So later, when I hid in the shadow of the room and watched them leave, I still heard the voice of the girl outside the window trying to suppress:

"That girl is...disabled..."

"Youxiangli!"

I lowered my eyes, and finally looked away while the sky was getting dark.

When I saw my father standing outside the studio with a little worry, I dispelled his worry with a smile.

Because now I must have such resilience.

24Chapter24. Flowing through memories

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About the next chapter, the male protagonist whom I haven't seen for a long time will come out... OTZ

Ueda-sensei seems to like my homework very much.

Although when she saw the blue cherry blossoms, she couldn't help saying "This is too messy!", but there was no trace of blame in her expression.Instead, she reached out and took off the drawing board.In the slightly drunken sunshine of winter, the woman looked at the painting in her hand with a little smile and seemed to be pleasantly surprised.

"Ueda-sensei...?"

"Mi, maybe you are really talented in color." The woman's eyes never left her eyes.