honey color

what.

"Hey, is that so?" Kenzuzu also became curious, and finally opened his eyes wide to look at me.

Sure enough, he paid close attention to that girl, and sure enough the person she liked was...

"What did you say?" When he asked in a hurry, I lowered my eyes, clasped my fingers, and told him those lovely things.

He listened to everything so earnestly, as if he wanted to grasp a treasure, a shooting star, and his cherishment of her.

Finally, when I looked up at the boy, his expression of happiness even mixed with happiness still fell into my sight.

"I didn't expect that idiot to tell you so much about me!" The boy rubbed the tip of his nose again, leaning against the glass window behind him contentedly.

My childhood sweetheart, just like my brother and I used to be.

Even the feeling of "like" is vaguely and vaguely compatible, but the endings are different.

"How about this, call Lan to come over!" The young man suddenly suggested vigorously, but in exchange I was surprised:

"Eh?"

"And Baishi! That big lazy cat in his house was named after me!" He said proudly, but I looked at him meaningfully and said, "I see."

Maybe it's the sympathy for "Godzilla" that arose in my heart?

But I didn't expect that in the morning of this rainy season, my mood suddenly improved.

When Lan and Baishi were forced to come, my training today finally came to an end.

"It's not because you're an idiot that you're here!" I just happened to come out of the training room when Lan finished speaking with a pouted mouth.

"Eh~?"

"Oh, here we come!" The gray-haired boy turned around and finished speaking, and everyone's eyes focused on me.

They all had smiles on their faces. In this early morning when I parted from my father, in this early morning when I should have been lonely, they were like bright suns, suddenly illuminating my eyes.

I always walk alone in loneliness, but in fact, I am more afraid of loneliness than anyone else, and I am afraid of facing those loneliness and those times of strong perseverance.

"Go back?"

"Or where should we go to play?"

"It's raining outside, you idiot!"

"Tsk, you are an idiot!"

It wasn't until we walked out of the gate of the hospital that we realized that the rain had subsided and the sun shuttled through the clouds, showing up from time to time.

Shiraishi pushed my wheelchair, and while I was looking up at the sky, the boy bent down to ask for my opinion:

"Where is Ami going to play?" With a strong Kansai accent, the boy's tone was as gentle as ever.

So Lan and Qianye turned their eyes towards me.

"Or... let's go somewhere to play!" Seeing Qianye's extremely tangled expression, I finally fulfilled the boy's desire to play.

"Aren't you forced?" Lan raised the corner of his mouth and asked.

"Well, not at all!" I nodded.

"Then let's go!" Qian also shouted happily.

I must have never thought that even if I broke a leg, there will still be such a group of people walking with me on the track of time, laughing and printing our footprints and each other's youth on this track.

So finally, when I dialed my dad, the laughter on the receiver almost drowned out my words:

"So father, don't worry!"

Because they are replacing you and walking on this endless optical axis for your daughter.

……

Hopeful people always want to express their happiness in some way.

And the purple sun that has not yet bloomed suddenly jumped into my mind.

So for the next painting, I told Ueda-sensei what I wanted to imagine.

Imagine the purple sun that bloomed with flowers, and imagine many pink and purple flower clusters clustered under the sun and rain.

——I want to experience the tenderness and peace of the boy I have never met before, towards the world.

36Chapter36. Hydrangeas Bloom

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So I'm going to kneel down on the list. I carefully calculated the code word speed of this article today, and the speed is [-] per hour.I'm going crazy! ! !

Cough, hello Brother Cun, goodbye Brother Cun!Those village brothers, you must not forget the real hero of this article! 【Serious=L=

The rainy season is drawing to a close.

The cicadas are singing louder and louder. On the campus of Sitianbao Temple, the summer competitions of most clubs have gradually started.

Saturday, cloudy to sunny.

The night after I made this promise to Mr. Shangtian, I lay in bed all night thinking about that peaceful and warm painting.Until the night was cold and the sky was cold, I gradually lost consciousness, and the dream was still green, and faint yellow and purple.

Like a sea of ​​light, the melancholy large clusters of flower spikes in the rainy season are as soft as cotton wool in the sun, so gentle that it almost makes me fall over.It wasn't until I lay down that the wet touch on my back made me realize that there was a mirror-like blue under the flower stem.The clouds drifted leisurely under the purple sun leaves, and all the rain gathered in the cloud patterns. They moved from bottom to top, and soon after they touched the leaves and flower buds, the pale yellow sun in the distance gradually moved upward with all the crystal clear facing the real sky.

Water droplets suspended in the air paint a magical picture overhead.Directly above, the rainbow swept across the forehead, until a huge cloud gathered in the real sky, covering the sun and dripping rain, all the wonderful scenes came to an abrupt end.

The bizarre dream surprised me endlessly.

Therefore, when the shadow of the bird flew by still remained on my cheek, I squinted my eyes and said with determination:

"Want to… draw it."

……

Just like when I first came to this studio, the sky is transparent sunlight, and there is an empty room in front of my eyes.The scattered drawing boards and the water-milled ground all reflect the elegant dark light.It's just that at that time, the cherry pink sky turned green in an instant, stirring the insects, and the footsteps of summer were not far away.

Recalling the location where Chitose placed the small painting, I maneuvered the wheelchair to the side of a small wooden cabinet.When I stretched out my hand to open it, the small drawing board was stained with the sunlight obliquely cutting into the cabinet, and appeared peacefully in front of my eyes.

Every time I see it, I can smile knowingly.

I have to say that a person who can draw such a gentle picture must also be a gentle person.

Close the cabinet door, and the sound of gear friction pulls out a long line in this empty room, tying up this bright morning, and at the same time lighting up the lonely studio in front of you.

I put the small painting on a chair not far away, and the back of the chair happened to support the drawing board.On the canvas, the shadows of the trees are whirling, and the sunlight through the cracks is falling on the purple sun that has not yet bloomed.The jumping light spots are like time imprints on the film, wanting to seep into the canvas, seep into those colors, and want to be a part of this life.

To make it bloom, let this hydrangea bloom flourishingly.

Now, with a paintbrush in my hand, my heart is pounding just thinking about it.

When it is painted with light green like powder like clear water, the noisy shouts outside the window can be heard endlessly.

Then, there is rain under the flowers and leaves, and the sun on the flowers.

There are hazy images on the paper, whether it is leaves, clouds, or raindrops, they are all rubbed into a large yellow light block, which is the sun and the source of all life.

At this time, I was satisfied with dipping a little bit of blue and purple, and the bristles of the pen tip were quickly dyed darker, and those flower clusters were gradually born on the drawing paper.When the wet pen tip touches the paper, green seeps into it and is assimilated by the soft sunlight.

It's like a purple light spot, in those light-colored dreams that are about to fall asleep.

That's the story I'm going to tell that little painting, a story that goes on.

The enthusiastic shouts in my ears have not stopped, and the sky in the afternoon has not cast a shadow at all because of the light rain last night.The innocence that has been refined, even the sunlight becomes glaring.

But me, still the same posture.The apron around the chest has been dyed in many new colors, and purple is the main color today.

When the light slipped through the scattered gaps between the drawing boards and covered my hair, the huge painting was not yet fully completed.

When the scorching sun in the afternoon steamed up the water under my feet, a few beads of sweat finally oozed from my forehead.

My hair was stroked behind my ears with my oil-stained hands, and I stopped the paintbrush in my hand in surprise when I heard the sound of a bucket being kicked somewhere behind me.

It was like a piece of music with broken strings, leaving a three-point blank in the air, and finally turned around reflexively to look at it.

From bottom to top are white sneakers, gray trousers and a white shirt.

When his cheeks hidden in the shadows turned from dark to bright, I finally opened my eyes wide in surprise.

The pure purple of the brush Ziyang in my hand, mixed with full water, flows down from the pen holder, and when it touches my fingers, I seem to see the peace and tranquility that I always want to express but can't.

"Sorry..." When the boy smiled and walked towards me, he finally grasped the paintbrush tightly.

There is only one response:

"Hydrangea?"

"Eh?"

To use a vulgar analogy, he is like a god or a monster walking out of a hydrangea bush.It even reminds me of Abe Seimei, the shikigami who transformed from vines—the honey bug.

Thinking about it afterwards, I was really outrageous at that time.But that day when the sun was shining, the appearance of the young man walking into the light carried such a taste of not eating fireworks.

"I'm sorry!" I hurriedly apologized, and I threw the paintbrush into the bucket beside me.There was a sound of water stains being hit in the bucket, and black and purple water droplets splashed a little.

When he raised the corner of his mouth and walked to me calmly, there was not even a trace of reproach on his face.The boy's blue-purple hair looks like the depths of flowers and leaves, the most secretive hair