honey color

See the sound of the pendulum ticking.It wasn't until he covered me with a thin quilt that my father's deep voice sounded again, which even made me shrink back reflexively:

"I will walk for you. After I die, someone will walk for you."

"..." I stared at his side face, my vision was a little blurry, while he was looking in a certain direction without turning his head:

"...and honey, your dream will take you to a world that no one can see." He slowly turned his head, and I fell into tears again, "So, you will definitely see the most beautiful world." The one with the scenery."

When he turned his head away, I was covering my mouth and weeping uncontrollably.

33Chapter33. Gray-blue shadow

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These two chapters are a bit dark, tsk, so Bu Er, are you doing a disservice to me! 【beat

In addition, Aya has been busy with all kinds of tedious work recently, and she is prone to accidents at the end of the month, but since she is on the list, she will definitely update it! 【make a fist

I sit at the back of the classroom.The redness outside the window was almost gone, and the pale golden sunlight reflected on the clear tabletop, causing ripples of light.I was fascinated by the direction in which the breeze flowed in, and I heard Matsuo Basho's haiku:

"Birds weeping, fishes weeping, still sending them home in late spring."

The elegant voice of the female teacher is like a long song in this quiet morning, expressing the sorrow of the prosperity of the last days.

I lament that the haiku sage can predict this moment and this place after a hundred years, my heart.But after thinking about it, this sentence must have reflected hundreds of years of spring flowers and flowers, and it has made countless people have a tacit understanding.

After all, if black characters fall on white paper and can be passed down for a hundred years, it must be singing the joys and sorrows of the world.

……

The sky is like an upside-down sea above the head, and white clouds are swaying and floating across this suspended mirror.

I sat by the window, absent-mindedly eating bento with Ran.

Not long after, Lan asked me why I was crying that night, and said with a smile, "Obviously the one who cried was me, why did it become you later?"

The corners of my mouth were bent, the wind was blowing with the humidity of early summer, I turned my head and looked out the window, not wanting to confess the truth of that day to anyone.

"Ami, it's only comfortable to talk about some things!" Her voice, which was originally clear, became deep now.

"..." I still curled the corners of my mouth, but I knew that there was no smile on my face.When I looked at her again, I was poked in other directions by her decisive gaze.

"Really!" Seeing that I was deliberately avoiding this topic, she suddenly raised her hand and pinched my cheek, the pain made me almost cry.

"Lan?!" I quickly covered my face and looked at her in surprise.

"I thought you had aphasia!" She looked at me angrily, "Well, since that's your secret, for the sake of fairness, how about we exchange a secret?"

"Huh?" I looked at her strangely.

"I'll tell you the reason why I ran out of the house crying that night." She looked at me, her eyes finally brought a seriousness that she didn't have before.

Perhaps that was the first step towards a deep relationship between me and Lan.

It was she who tempted me to tell those past events. After touching the land of Osaka, she told me the past events of Tokyo for the first time.

Surrounded by classmates who are also chatting, they are used to my specialness.Some of them also asked me why I was in a wheelchair, but I just kept silent until later, no one cared about my affairs anymore.

From the very beginning when I was in the dirt here, I thought that keeping silent was the best way.It wasn't until Lan and I revealed the past in Tokyo, confessed our dream of photography, and confessed to the boy that we realized that the feeling of speaking out was not bad.

"Mi, he must like you." Lan stated her point of view in the simplest language, "and it just so happens that you care about him too."

"..." I stared at her and blushed for a moment.But I didn't refute her. Although I went around and said that his every behavior could affect me, that there was a blurred line between us, but perhaps, Lan's words were the most important point. of.

"So, you're scared?"

"Ah."

"He even knows your current address, aren't you afraid that he will come to Osaka to see you?"

"He's not that kind of person." I responded in a low voice.

"After that..."

"Lan," I interrupted her, and I thought that maybe in her view, my decision was somewhat unreasonable, "There is no future, probably."

"..." She stared at me, although she looked frustrated, she didn't continue.Maybe my expression stopped her, the girl sighed, pushed her glasses and finally changed the subject.

"For me, I actually had a quarrel with my parents that night." She turned her head to look at the black bag beside her desk, which was her beloved Bess.

"?" I looked at her suspiciously.

"Against me playing bass or something." She looked at the musical instrument by the table in disappointment.

"The Qingyin Department..." After all, there are only five people in the Qingyin Department of Sitianbao Temple, including Lan.If she withdraws from the light music department, this society may only have the fate of disbanding.

"I'm not going to quit!" she said decisively.

"Eh?"

"Because someone said, I'm the best for playing bass!" She suddenly raised the corners of her mouth, and when she turned to look at me, the smile on her face almost cleared away all the previous cloud.

"There's...someone?" I tilted my head and looked at her puzzled, only to realize that the girl's cheeks had already been stained cherry red.She looked at me, a little embarrassed.Finally, he laughed unnaturally:

"A...someone I like."

This topic was terminated because of the end of the lunch break, so I didn't pursue it further.Maybe it was because of his personality, but Lan didn't mention it again.

I think she and the boy she likes must be different from my story.They have all the rights of normal people, and they are attracted to each other as a matter of course.

And I, even if I knew that boy was close to me, in the end, I was just the end of sister Yumiko and brother Hiro.

——Gradually drifting away on the trajectory of life.

……

Confiding to Lan made me let go a lot, but that night was still like a nightmare, and I don't even want to recall it.I would foolishly make such an attempt because of a photo, only my father's words would echo in my mind over and over again.

It's time to let go of that obsession, as long as I do my favorite thing wholeheartedly.

Although such thoughts will always seem stretched at some point, but I can only tell myself desperately not to think about it.

The best way is not to think, as if only drawing is left.

So I look forward to the club activities every day, to walk into the art department, and to fill the void in my heart with oil paint.

Chitose's paintings still amaze people, although the boy doesn't care about such praise.

Even the head of the art department, Aoki-senpai, always jokingly said that she would step down early to make way, and this young man put her under a lot of pressure.But Chitose just smiled slightly:

"Everyone's heart is different, and it's hard to say who is good and who is bad."

Indeed, extensive abstract paintings cannot be compared with fine realistic paintings.Similarly, the success of a painting cannot be judged simply by the quality of the painting technique.

Everyone's heart is powerful and complex, and it is by no means a picture that can fully explain it.

Aoki-senpai liked my paintings from the very beginning.Unlike Chitose, she is a humorous girl who often wears a sweet smile.The reason why she likes my paintings is simple, she is very sensitive to bright colors, and precisely, the collision of those contrasting colors in my paintings always catches her interest.

Every time, she likes to stand in the distance and quietly watch me draw from behind me.After a long time, I noticed her habit. Although it didn't bother me, I still couldn't resist the urge to ask.

So that evening, while operating the wheelchair, I quietly retreated to her side and asked her why while other members were quietly painting:

"Because looking at Mihua's paintings from behind puts you in your paintings," she explained.

"Eh?"

"You are in the painting, and your universe extends from the top of your head." After she finished speaking with a smile, she looked at me covered in oil paint and blinked. "Everyone's head has their universe spreading out."

"..."

"Above my head... and the universe?" Thinking about this sentence repeatedly in my heart, I looked into the bright eyes of the girl, and suddenly seemed to understand something. The moment I turned my head, I saw countless universes slowly wake.

Those panels were placed under the western sky, the great sunset that became the backdrop for all of the universe.The water-milled ground reflected an orange halo, the golden powder of a gigantic setting sun hanging in the sky.Those universes are glowing with light, each one is shining brightly, whether it is warm, cold, or chilling, each one is extremely wonderful.Not even the shadow of the panes can enclose their unrestrained lives, which is a shock from the heart.

And when witnessing these lives, the tip of his nose actually instinctively felt a bit sour.

The line of sight scans from one side of the wide classroom to the other, those small universes are slowly growing, each of which is dazzlingly beautiful and frighteningly beautiful.

It wasn't until the dark blue drawing paper appeared that his gaze finally stopped.Now, I look at my unfinished world from such a distance.

Depressed, darker than any of them.It's like a narrow abyss.

"Even if Ami's universe is a little heavy today, don't you think it's much lighter under the sun?" But at this moment, Aoki bent down, she stood beside me, and when she whispered this sentence softly in my ear, I understood her Must have noticed something.

Although she didn't know the photo that was sent, that nightmarish night.But she must have seen something strange in my world