honey color

In addition, they also swept all the snow in the garden for me.

The boy pushed me into the garden smoothly, and after that, he turned around and closed the iron gate, and soon he reached out and pushed my wheelchair at that unhurried speed.I want to laugh inexplicably in my heart, this young man really has a temperament like water, even if he is just being pushed by him, he feels so empathetic.

Opening the door of the room, unexpectedly, I found that my father hadn't come home yet.

The message button was flashing, I pointed to Chitose, and the boy pushed me to the side of the unremarkable white landline.

It was a message from my father, saying that I am sorry for not returning all night, I have to visit a senior in the morning, and I will not be back until about noon.Let me go to the microwave to warm up leftover onigiri from last night, and he'll bring something back for lunch.

Afterwards, some parents complained, and I suddenly had the urge to laugh while holding the phone receiver.In my impression, my father didn’t have so many conversations about food, clothing, housing and transportation when he was young. He was very selfish at that time. Maybe this is why he left me at Aunt Matsumoto’s house for nine years, but he hardly saw me s reason.

But time has rounded those originally sharp edges and corners. As the age approaches, the perversity in the father's blood gradually subsides, and the kindness that replaces it conceals the previous sharpness in the years of training.

After putting down the phone, I let out a long breath.When I went to look for the figure of the boy from before, I found that his dark blue pupils reflected the light yellow sunlight that penetrated through the curtains.

Chitose's gaze went straight to the half-closed door not far away, and in the gap, the drawing board placed on the side was spreading shades of green.

"Let me see your world, Hua Tianmi?" The next second, the boy turned his head and asked, and I finally saw the expectation for the first time in his calm eyes.

28Chapter28. Wei Liang’s Decision

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Codewords in the morning are now, and continue to work hard in the afternoon. [No, even normal speech has become literary... OTZ

Before this point in time, he used an example to tell me what his world looked like.If I had to use one word to describe it, it would be "changing rapidly".

But the time slipped to this point, yet he was already standing in front of the drawing board, looking at the dark green and light green drawing paper.

Criss-cross, our worlds are overlapping in parallel.

"What do you think, Chitose-kun?" I tilted my head and sat under the window of the studio, bright and transparent light poured down from behind and spread to his feet.

"Forest?" Half of his face was blocked by the drawing board. When he got the answer, he reached out and picked up the photo beside the easel, and waved at me, "It seems that I guessed it right."

I pursed my lips and smiled:

"Excellent observation," I commented, but he was already looking at the thin photo paper, "That's a photo of Dad." I explained.

"Black and white?" Chitose who discovered the mystery finally asked in surprise.

"This is a game that Ueda-sensei and I have been playing all the time."

"...What do you mean?" Chitose obviously didn't understand, the boy raised his eyes and asked.

"A drawing exercise."

Having said this, Chitose finally understood, he nodded, and put the photo back to its original place again:

"But I think what you draw must be more than the world in this photo."

"Have you ever seen a forest in the Amazon Basin, Chitose?" I asked with a smile, "Tropical rainforests are wild and mysterious, while the forests bred by Japan's oceanic climate are gentle, but colder. Places like Canada, where the forests are tough."

The boy listened carefully to my words, and not long after, his eyes fell on the drawing board again:

"So this painting has all kinds of forests, right?"

I smiled and nodded.

The boy raised the corner of his mouth, time passed slowly, and the sun quickly climbed up his ankles:

"Your world is wider than mine." At the end, the young man straightened up, "delicate, full of emotion, and full of elasticity." His gaze crossed the drawing board and finally fell on me, "The most important thing is kindness."

"?" I looked at him suspiciously.

"It's hopeful."

When I heard the word "hope", my eyes shifted to the legs wrapped in the orange kimono at the moment.

Sometimes think about it, the world is so ironic.

The person who is obviously the least hopeful is evaluated as "full of hope".

I don't know what kind of expression I should use to face such an evaluation, but I know that Chitose must not have done it on purpose, or he was just discussing the matter, he is not me, and it is impossible for him to understand my slight psychological changes.

Maybe I should feel happy. After that dream died, this dream was encouraged by more and more people, grew slowly in the eyes of more and more people, gradually became my support, and became a vine for me to get rid of depression.

It's just that until now, when I hear the word "hope", I still feel so harsh.

It’s like the word in the dictionary that you don’t want to be touched the most. Before you feel pain and tears, you just want to close it as quickly as possible, and use a strong shell that no one can see to escape all prying eyes.

Father once said:

"Honey, you are me when I was young."

Maybe now, I can more or less understand the meaning of it.

As sharp as him, as strong as him, as stubborn as him.

Even knowing it, the result is often physical and mental exhaustion.

"honey--"

Thank you for the calling that saved me from my almost debilitating struggle.When he looked up, his father pushed the door open and entered, with a familiar expression on his frozen red cheeks.

"Well, are you a friend?" My father was a little surprised when he saw the slender boy on one side.

"Yes." I replied.

"Then let's have lunch together!" His expression melted into gentleness after a while.

The afternoon after that night of snow was filled with unbelievable peace.

My father asked me why I wore a kimono, how Chitose and I met, and even happily told Chitose the story of his almost dying in the African desert.

Even I heard it for the first time, so the glutinous rice balls in my mouth almost didn't fall off.

Fortunately, Chitose, who had poor eyesight, quickly caught it with a porcelain bowl, which prevented the tragedy from happening.

Then the sound of laughter seldom overflowed from the room.

After the meal, I sent Chitose to leave.

On the streets, the snow has already melted a lot, and on the branches, the white snow falls in pieces, which will arouse small tremors in the eardrums.

The boy's dark brown down jacket and the hat on the back of his neck were covered with fur fibers, undulating up and down in the cold winter wind.He stood under the electric pole, looked up at the white sun that was cut in half by the electric wire, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly again unbearably.The boy put his hands in his trouser pockets, and wanted to turn around in a chic manner, but Ah Ba, who came out of the garden across the street, bit his trouser legs.

He froze for a moment, stretched out his hand and only stroked Ah Ba's head, and it retreated to my side with a "woo-woo--".

Thinking about going from "enemy" to "new friend", sometimes I feel that Ah Ba's world is as simple as a child's, and it is so simple that people yearn for it.

"Hanatian-san, do you want to come to Sitianbao Temple after spring?" The young man turned around, and when he said this, white air rose in front of him.

I was sitting in a wheelchair, the sun was just right, and the boy's dark blue hair was plated with a layer of bright gold:

"..." I didn't answer him, but obviously, the embarrassed expression on my face showed everything.Although going to high school is also planned, after all, I am not an ordinary 16-year-old girl, I can't run and jump, and a year of leisure and cultivation has even made me gradually alienated from the crowd.

It's just that I am afraid that I, who is not good at dealing with people, will face a new round of challenges with such a heavy body, and the end will be defeated.

He looked at me who didn't speak, maybe he had already noticed something from the exchange of eyes.This time, his frankness was so unreasonable:

"Is it because of the legs?"

But such straightforwardness made me breathe a sigh of relief.

The person who is willing to speak frankly with you will never be the one who hurt you.So this kind of frankness finally got my nod.

"Why should you care about that?" Chitose raised his head sideways, "That's their world, and it has never had anything to do with us."

Perhaps besides "quiet", I should add the word "chic" to him.

"Right, Hanada-san?" the young man tilted his head and asked.

But at that time, I couldn't make up my mind because of his words. After all, I was the one who had to accept the sharp gaze and huge burden after entering school, and I was not yet mentally prepared.

So I still responded to the boy's inquiry with silence, but Chitose raised the corner of her mouth:

"Sitianbao Temple Art Department, I'll wait for you there." When he turned around and walked into the distance, he stretched out his hand and waved to me as farewell.

I squinted my eyes and watched the boy's figure gradually shrink, shrinking to the size of a cherry leaf, like an ant, and finally being painted into light and shadow by the scorching white sun, and disappearing.

That day, I was sitting in a wheelchair thinking about his words, weighing his so-called "others" and "myself", and even started to recall from the autumn of a year ago, recalling all kinds of life after the turning point.Recalling the camera in the drawer, the photos in the cabinet, and the undeleted message in the phone.

At this fork in the road, I don't know whether I should live in my own world from now on, or try my best to integrate into the world full of "others" again.

I believe that those friends in the elementary school have long had a vague impression of me, I believe that people who used to be in the same class or in the same club in the elementary school will soon wipe me out of memory, and even believe that the boy who once made an agreement with me to "not turn around" He must be living peacefully at this moment.There will be no "other" who takes you as that essential factor, who will