honey color

Later I asked Lan why she pushed the wheelchair for me that day.

She just laughed lowly:

"Because that day, Ami was shining from behind!"

"Eh?" I looked at her suspiciously, "You're kidding me!" Then I laughed.

"Really!" Lan nodded hurriedly.

"puff!"

Even I find it incredible that in the past 16 years, I have never been so close to a girl of the same age. I can share secrets with her and advise her, not to mention that my current situation is so humble.

And on the first day of school, when Lan stepped on Luoying and pushed my wheelchair up, I even had a feeling of "flying" that I had never experienced before when my legs were good.

Obviously half a meter away from the sky, but my heart is closer to it because of one person.

So afterwards, even if my abruptness would be casted in the usual eyes by my classmates, I would bear it with a smile.I believe that the strength given by the girl behind me is the support for me to be brave.

……

When filling out the club application, I did not hesitate to write down the words "Department of Fine Arts".

In fact, Chitose walked into the first grade group that afternoon.

At that time, Lan and I were eating bento, and we turned our eyes to the corridor outside the classroom after hearing a soft exclamation outside the door.

When they reunited not long after, the boy's dark blue pupils were now polished to a gentle powder by the skylight from the window behind him.It is no longer the innocence of a winter afternoon, and it is a bit surprising to see each other in such a place - wearing similar school uniforms to each other, sitting here as his junior, and seeing each other within five meters of each other.

After all, I once thought that we would meet again in a world full of drawing boards.

"Well, it's so high!" Before Lan bit the spoon and sighed, I leaned over to operate the wheelchair. "Honey?" Of course, the girl stopped me strangely.

"Sorry." I looked at her and apologized.

"friend?"

"Ah."

There will always be such a person who impresses you. Here, in Osaka Prefecture a year later, this young man I met by accident is the person who impresses me.

Driving out the door, the boy removed his arms-folding posture.

When I got up, he stretched out his hand and pushed my wheelchair without even saying a word.

I don't know what language to use to start celebrating the reunion, so silence has become the most effective way to talk to each other.

——It's like going back in time, back to the noisy street of that day, full of voices and vast drums.Only he and I maintained a peaceful posture.

It wasn't until they drove out of the teaching area and those strange eyes were all left behind, that the boy's gentle voice was mixed with a strong Kansai accent:

"Abiding by the agreement, I will take you to see the art department."

Going straight to the subject, his frankness will always make me raise the corners of my mouth involuntarily at some point.Suddenly, I felt that the beginning of high school was not as scary as I imagined. Although I was still a little embarrassed at the beginning, some warm and kind people were enough to light up my entire sky.

I looked up and took a deep breath, trying to fill my body with those sweet fragrances.

I always feel that if this is the case, I will definitely melt into this 16-year-old spring.

……

It was a sunny room, not as beautiful as in the TV series, but it was a spacious and bright world.Under the sunlight that was dyed pink, the drawing boards were scattered, the oil paint on the ground had not faded, but the images on the drawing paper were already flourishing.

I like this world, I like it from the bottom of my heart.

After leaving the dream of faithfully recording the beautiful pictures of this planet, I was sluggish for a while. It was not until I met Mr. Ueda and the young man behind me that everything improved again.

Different from that straightforward dream, the way of recording the beauty with both hands actually replaced the previous dream that I swore to protect at that time.

In this way, everything changes.

Because you are kneaded into various forms by this world, your world will always have to change at some point.

And this is the first time, the first time it is not a sad thing to feel "change" from the bottom of my heart.

"This is the work of the members. Of course, there are some unfinished ones. It seems that some have been left for a winter vacation." Chitose walked into the room and tidied up the messy drawing boards, just to allow the wheelchair to pass through smoothly.

Operating the wheel in my hand, I travel through the world of oil paint.The bitterness in the nose is so familiar, even the scent of flowers that I laughed at myself just now and finally inhaled into my chest must be polluted by this pungent smell at this moment.

But I like this smell, it's like walking in this bright room, the opposite side is divided into neat squares of transparent glass windows, when the spring breeze pours in, it will lift the broken hair on the forehead, and paint the world very beautifully, so beautifully. Heartbreaking.

Those are their paintings, not their own, they can be touched, they are not from books, they are vivid, not rigid.

I like it here, even if the sketches and colors on the drawing board are good and bad, even if...

The wind blows, the cherry blossoms are raging, and a small wave is set off on one side of the apricot-colored curtain.

Right in front, amidst the gray and white, pink cherry is quietly confiding.The contrast between the strong branches and the delicate flowers is enough to kill all the noise in the world.

The silence is absolute, and even the blank space on the drawing paper has a profound meaning.

It was an unprecedented impact, different from the brilliance of western oil paintings, this chilling temperament was very much like a person.

And this person is slowly walking from my side to the drawing board at this moment.

"This is the cherry blossom of this year." When his monotonous voice curled up, those pink and white things in the distance rubbed against the thin white paper, and even the corner of the paper was slightly raised, making a crisp " rustling" sound.

"Classic...Japanese painting...or..." I opened my mouth in doubt, but couldn't find the words to continue for a while.

"This year's cherry blossoms, I want to express them with ink painting." Standing in front of the huge drawing paper, the young man suddenly looked a little lonely.

"Ink painting..." My lips squirmed.

"Student Huatian's father is a photographer, but in fact my father is a potter." The corner of the boy's smiling lips dipped in the spot of light under the crevice, slightly raised.

"Eh?" Somewhat surprised.

"So the experience of Hanada is always somewhat similar. I grew up watching those ink paintings and Japanese paintings when I was young."

I nodded, sat up straight because of surprise, and finally leaned on the back of the chair behind me at this moment.

The fingers are tightly intertwined, and at the other end of the line of sight, the world on the drawing paper, black, white, and gray overlap each other, and the rest is pure powder.Only at this time will I feel that it is so wonderful to have such a color in the world.It will make people cherish the endless fans outside the window more, and not ignore the shortness of a period because of their prosperity.

That was his world, much purer than mine, with a solemnity unmatched by others, but also as thrilling as a river of waterfalls.

——shock the soul.

The boy in the distance came walking on the terrazzo floor under his feet.

"Chitose, your world is more eternal."

"I hope I didn't disappoint you." He came slowly, with a calm and unrestrained look in the corner of his eyes.

"Never!" I retorted immediately.

"Besides, I want you to take a look at another painting."

He went to the cabinet next to me and took out a large drawing board.Even as tall as him, it took a lot of effort to carry it out.

"It was sent to me by a friend, and it took a lot of effort to move into the studio."

"Hmm." I agreed, but saw that the painting was still covered with a white cloth.

The young man leaned it against the white wall on one side, the sunlight was that soft light yellow, cast from the gap between the cherry trees outside the window, rendering the original pale cloth warmer.

"I want you to take a look."

I nodded numbly, thinking what kind of world would this be?Can it really compare to a thousand-year-old world?

But I was wrong, why, at the beginning of high school, would let me encounter so many beautiful worlds.

I thought that beauty would only be hidden in a certain corner, but I didn't want to see them appearing one by one at this moment.

Those are some deep and shallow powders, clustering and pushing, bursting out their vitality, but spreading across the drawing board like flowing water.What sets it off is the blue of the sky, as pure as the lake in the morning, and even reminds me of the little boy's pupils that were so blue that I can't forget that year.At the top, there is a light golden sun, hanging high in the sky, but hidden behind the flowers.

In the picture of water quality, the water powder penetrates into each other, and the world created is unexpectedly clean and pure.

He must be a delicate and gentle person, otherwise how can there be such a clear pink, calm blue, and warm yellow?

It is the peace that neither Chitose nor I have ever had.

— mine was too intense, his was too quiet.

But even if it is peaceful, it also has an indelible touch.

Just like a little love song, when the music is pushed to □, it is enough to turn a thousand times.

I pursed my lips, trying to sum up the shock in my heart with one word, only to realize that my vocabulary was so narrow.

Chitose stood there, looking at my suddenly shocked and tangled expression, and finally smiled beautifully:

"Don't rush to comment."

"Eh?" I looked at him suspiciously.

"The person who painted the picture, one day, you will know each other."

"Aren't you... from this school?" I couldn't help being surprised when I heard his tone.

"Not here, but he or I will always look for opportunities to communicate."

"Well."

"So when he comes in person, you can tell him your evaluation!"

"Jingle Bell--"

A sudden sound poured from overhead, and only then did we notice the time