honey color

usual stuff.

And now, she was clearly comforting me.

But at that time, I just sat in the wheelchair silently, because I didn't know how to reply her.

Because the world in the painting is nothing but shadows, the gray-blue night sky, and the back of parting.

And the skylight that this painting is most afraid of is this kind of orange, it is such a continuous orange.After all, that evening about the "farewell" of graduation, when the boy was leaning against the window, the golden silhouette was still floating in sight, but as time passed, his handsome cheeks had been erased by the shadow, and obsessively erased by me.

——Now, I just want to hide in the shadow, hide in the shadow and force him to turn around, force him to let go of Huatian Mi.

34Chapter34. The Sound of Rain

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I finally let the article heal again, and finally got rid of the depression of the first two chapters... =L=

How many years has it been since I saw the flower field in my dream?

It seems that when I was a child, I always encountered that dream unexpectedly.Even if my heart is as stubborn as a small animal, this overly warm dream will always sneak in and disturb my strength.

But after breaking up with it for many years, I met it again last night, and the desire in my heart was greater than the resistance.

"The golden flower, the golden sun, and the indistinct man under the golden light."

It is a memory that I have never imagined.

Even burst into tears over it.

It wasn't until I woke up in the morning and wiped away the tears that were not yet dry in the corners of my eyes that I recalled the person in the dream that never showed up over and over again.

He is a warm person, like Aunt Matsumoto and Mr. Ueda, but he moved me more than them.

But now, after losing a leg and having to sit in a wheelchair and watch the world change, I can use a peaceful attitude to deal with this dream that always lingers in my heart.

Perhaps it has been a talisman from the beginning.

——A talisman with the temperature of "mother".

Because it always soothes the coldness in your heart when you are sad.

So, when my father pushed me to the Osaka Municipal Rehabilitation Center, I felt a little urge to turn around and ask the person behind me about my mother.

His fingers twisted together, and even his eyes became awkward.But in the end, the character that I hated even stopped my impulse.

I took a deep breath, and in the end, I didn't want to break the peace in my heart.

……

In fact, I've always resisted going to rehab.

Having seen my own sorrow, I don't want to witness another's pain over and over again.

Such a reason was initially accepted by my father.

He is the kind of casual person, even in the matter of his daughter's recovery, he is democratic enough to give up scientific behavior.

But after that night, maybe it was my extremely sad words that finally made him make a decision for me.

Maybe he didn't know that an ordinary father would always use a strong attitude to make such and such decisions for his children. After all, he had almost placed me in a place that he couldn't grasp in the past nine years. .

But this time, he ignored my self-willedness all the time and settled this matter for me.

In fact, a long time ago, I hoped that my father could make a decision for me, even though my original intention was totally against his decision.

So now, I embrace his determination.

Driving on an increasingly busy street, the cherry trees have already faded their spring red, and the branches have drawn green and tender leaves.The sky in June is always covered with gray clouds, and a few pieces of drizzle will drop from time to time.

The purple sun by the street has gradually bloomed small flowers, and they are shyly hiding in the lush green leaves. Although they have not entered a complete victory, they have come out cool and beautiful.

June in Japan is gloomy and humid.

I remembered that not long ago, Chitose had shown me a small painting.

It was a small purple sun with flower buds, which was peacefully inserted in a transparent glass bottle.White light shone from behind the flower branches, and the cyan flower bones were faintly stained with tender powder, which was the calmness before the prosperity of Ziyang, and the accumulation of life before the expansion of life.

Every cyan flower bone is set off by the gentle sky light, which is particularly peaceful, as if light is the soul of this painting.The penetrating blue of Ziyang, the water droplets rolling on the flower buds, and the bright glass vessels are all thrown into the water-like light, and everything is finally dyed with a peace and tranquility that is rare in the world.

The small drawing board can make people feel peaceful.

My definition of Ziyang is always filled with too much sadness. The loneliness in the bustling is my definition of it, but I never imagined that it can hit such warm ripples from another angle.

It can only be said that the person who drew this picture is the most amazing.

When Chitose smiled and showed it to me, the sky had just turned from rainy to cloudy, and the sun was shining from the clouds, making this watery world exude a transparent texture.

The empty drawing room, Chitose always likes to come here after tennis club activities.At that time, the only person I could meet was me who forgot the time.

The young man stood opposite the bright glass window with his arms folded, and the sky gradually lit up from behind him, carrying the hope that was rarely seen in June.

The small painting in his hand is like a light feather, and when he slowly sweeps through the hair, it will also be stained with the fragrance that is as light as dust.

"Is it that person?" I slowly put the drawing board on my knees, and when I looked up at him, the boy's dark blue eyes flickered faintly. "Who sent that giant painting in the spring?"

"Ami really recognized it at a glance." The young man withdrew his arm, and within a few months of contact, our relationship has become so good that we can call each other by name. "Even if the style has changed slightly, I guessed it so quickly." When the boy walked to me and sat down on the chair beside me, the sun, which was about to disappear under the horizon, finally climbed over the drawing board and illuminated the space behind the studio. white wall.

"After all, the feeling of the painting will not change." I looked down at the painting again. The warm and peaceful feeling was definitely not something ordinary people can have when I first met it.

"Indeed." The young man also lowered his eyes, and when he looked at the painting, "I have always admired him, and I can't paint such a peaceful and gentle thing." Chitose's voice was faintly affirmative.

"..."

"Later, I liked Ami's paintings very much, because I couldn't draw such powerful things."

"But I," I said after catching up with him, "I can't reach the elegant and serene state of Chitose-kun." After I finished speaking with a smile, my eyes moved to the drawing board unconsciously. The bursting life seems to be in harmony with my spiritual inner quality at some point.

"This person will come to Osaka in June." When Chitose simply said this sentence, the thought of "wanting to see him" came to him in an instant. "Come and play a practice match with Sitianbao Temple."

"Huh?" The three words "practice match" surprised me somewhat.

"I forgot to tell you." When Chitose raised his eyes to look at me, the corners of his mouth finally raised slightly, "He plays tennis very well."

"Oh is that so?" I asked back, presumably the boy in front of me and him are not only painting, but also honing each other's skills.

"However, we hardly talked about tennis when we met," but he denied the idea for a moment, "Because neither of us thought about being a professional tennis player." He smiled, "It's just that I am lucky to meet someone who is so similar to myself. "

After he finished speaking, he looked up at the sun that was about to sink outside the window not far away.The sky is dim, and the light can only attach to each other's hair ends and eyelashes at this moment.

After being silent for a while, I still looked at the boy's side face and asked:

"What is Chitose-kun's dream?"

"Painting, and pottery." When the young man turned his head to look at me, there was a slight smile in the corner of his eyes, "The son inherits his father's career, it's just a tacky dream!" He finished laughing at himself, and just wanted to get up, but was interrupted by my words .

"I used to have such a "cheesy" dream. ’ I blurted out, with faint regret.

"...Photography?" Chitose looked at me again. I was sitting in a wheelchair, and the sky was almost dark.

"Well, there was an accident, so I gave up." I tilted my head and looked at the drawing boards and easels that had turned into shadows in the darkened studio. Navy blue coat, dipped into the night.

"Isn't it reconciled?" Chitose asked back, but I looked at the drawing board in front of me covered with dark blue sky light and chuckled:

"It seems that I am not as unwilling as I was at the beginning."

"Actually, what I like the most is not your paintings themselves." Chitose said softly, when a few street lights in the campus lit up, with a slightly drunken yellow color, and spread to the studio, we were still sitting in the dark as always , "It is such a Huatianmi who can draw such a picture, such a spirit is so powerful that it is frightening."

"..."

I did not answer his words.

Because strength itself corresponds to fragility.

What is strong and what is fragile?

Just like me, seemingly strong but vulnerable; like a painting in hand, seemingly weak but urgently waiting to burst out.

So in the end, I just sigh lightly as a joke:

"I will try my best to make you continue to be afraid!"

Try to make yourself a strong person in the true sense.

……

When I came to the rehabilitation center, it happened to be raining lightly.

Father brought a black umbrella, solemn and solemn.

When I was pushed through the door, the sudden drop in temperature in the hall made me shiver slightly.

It may be due to the marble floor, even though the cicadas are singing in June, it can already be regarded as the beginning of summer.

My father had already contacted the rehabilitation center, and soon I was handed over to a middle-aged doctor named Juchi.He always had a smile on his face, looking