honey color

hydrangea spikes.

When he bent down beside me, the spring breeze carried by the white shirt also gently brushed the hair on the back of my hand, leaving a gentle impression:

"Is it a hydrangea?" When he stared at the drawing board carefully, the hair of those orchids swayed in the breeze, like hydrangea petals being beaten by rain.

"En." I nodded, and when my reason returned to my body, I finally guessed his identity.

It's not an Osaka accent, and I've never seen this person in Shitianbao Temple. It seems that he also knows how to draw, and this kind of gentle temperament is very similar to the previous one...

"What a coincidence! I also drew hydrangeas not long ago." When the boy squinted his eyes and turned to look at me, I finally realized something.

So I stared at him for a while, then pushed away my painting in front of me, and eagerly pointed to the small green painting in front of the glass window under the shadow of the tree:

"Is it?"

He stared at me for a while, and when his eyes turned to the direction of my finger, the boy finally straightened up, and he smiled with his chin in his hand:

"Yes, it was placed here!"

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It's like searching for a long time. When the truth is in front of me, I don't know whether to be happy or surprised.

The person whom I engraved the word "miracle" a long time ago appeared in front of me calmly.With his tranquility and his sunny smile, he appeared in the empty art department classroom at the end of June.

It was simply a miracle. I thought I would be fully prepared for his arrival and the three words "I want to see him" at that time.But I didn't expect that he was like a drop of purple watercolor, falling silently on a piece of blank drawing paper like this, and shattering a few pieces of iridescent color along with the paper texture.

Outside the window is still the sound of insects, the gradually hot and dry wind in June, and the reflection of the green leaves.

The boy smiled and said this, but bent down again.The gentle smile on the face is a little restrained, and only a curved arc is dipped in the corner of the mouth:

"It's really... warm!" His voice is also different from ordinary people's gentleness, and it even reminds me of another boy in Tokyo.

But when I heard this sentence, I didn't know how to explain it.Do you say that you were just moved by your warmth, or that you just had a bizarre dream?

"I like this kind of painting." After the boy finished speaking, he finally turned his head to look at me. We were not far away. On the other side of the drawing board, hydrangeas bloomed quietly a few centimeters away from him, while on the other side of the drawing board, I was peacefully Waiting and watching this beauty quietly presented.

I pursed my lips, and when the smile came to the corner of my eyes, I finally told the truth:

"I also like your painting," I nodded, "that's why I want to look at it and imagine how flowers bloom."

"..." He seemed a little surprised, different from the calm look just now, "Looking at my painting?"

"Hmm." I finally raised the corner of my mouth.

The boy turned his head and looked at his painting again. He somewhat understood why it was placed in such a position, a position facing the huge drawing board in front of him.

One big and one small, one before and one behind, one is the beginning of June, and the other is the end of June.

The development of the story is always full of coincidences. For example, if this young man appears here tomorrow, there will be no possibility of finding the truth about everything.

This is also a kind of "fate". At the beginning, I decided that.

It wasn't until many years later, when I looked back at this day, at this young man who will always be recorded in the light and shadow, with a warm smile at the corner of his mouth, that I was truly sure.

Because from the very beginning, the "fate" of our mutual appreciation, mutual attraction, and mutual sympathy was tied, so after that, he and I will have so many years of memories, and we will have what I never imagined at that time Deep bond.

And all of this seems to have been concluded since that afternoon in early summer when I was 16 years old.

"Really?" The boy turned his head, his chiseled chin was illuminated by the dazzling white light from the window. "Yukimura Seiichi, it's our first time meeting." He finally squatted down and looked up at me with his right hand in an attitude of equality and even respect.In the eyes as clear as the purple sun, there is always peace and warmth.

"Huadami, this is our first meeting." I stretched out my right hand and looked down, only to realize that my fingers had already been stained with too much purple paint.Just when he was about to retract his palm, the boy held it without hesitation.

It's a warm hand, just like my first impression of him.Hands much larger than mine, with thin calluses on the palms, the hands a tennis player should have.

Then I remembered that in the third year of junior high school, when I won the national championship in Qingxue, I had seen this young man from a distance in the audience.

It is precisely because the name Li Haida has been mentioned by too many people, and this young man is at the top of the team, that I still have an impression of him until now.

At that time, it was not because of his iris-blue hair color and peaceful temperament.

At that time, it was only because he was the enemy of Qingxue, the boy who stood at the top of that godlike team.

I even feel that the distance between the stands and the stadium is an insurmountable distance for us to live forever, and it is the whole reason why we can never know each other in our lifetime.

But now, all chances and coincidences are happening here, and he is the person I thought I couldn't know at first.And he was holding my hand at this time, as peaceful as a friend next door.

So the most elusive thing in the world is "fate".

37Chapter37. Time is far away

The author has something to say:

Ren Sen!Every time the list ends, there is a kind of desire for shi!Especially this extremely slow article! !

So I am still preparing to rest and catch up on sleep to save a draft or something, and fight again in a week!Do not urge more, believe that I am with you!Amen! 【Hey=L=

That afternoon was the beginning of the story.

When the sunlight passed through the drawing board and the handshake was frozen in the film of time, the boy's face was covered with gray and distinct tree shadows.

He lowered his eyes, only the smile on the corner of his mouth remained unchanged.The loud cheers outside the window have not stopped, when the boy turned his head to look at the clear sky behind the glass, Xia Chan was still lying on the tree trunk.The cicada feathers vibrate and sing continuously.On his beautiful side face, his kite-blue hair was swept behind his ears by the breeze.The young man squinted his eyes, and for some reason, the distance that he had never seen before was reflected on his face.It seems that my mind has already floated to a high altitude that no one can pursue:

"The me I used to be..." The gentle but slightly confused tone was submerged in June's cicadas in an instant.

I looked at him, but the sentence didn't continue, it was like a thorn, after all, it stuck in the throat, leaving only doubts:

"?"

He finally came back to his senses, but he didn't continue. Instead, he stood up, retreated to a position more than one meter away from me, and stood with arms folded under the bright white sun:

"Student Huatian, can you give me this Ziyang?" His smiling expression was so beautiful that it was impossible to refuse.

"Eh?" I was slightly taken aback.

"It's my Ziyang, what it looks like when it blooms!" The young man pointed to the small painting that was still leaning quietly on the back of the chair, and said with his head tilted.

I opened my eyes wide, not knowing whether to say that he was being unreasonable, or to ask him why.But in the end, I just pursed my lips and looked at him in embarrassment.

He seemed to see my embarrassment, but still raised the corners of his mouth:

"Half of the copyright to this painting by Hua Tian is mine!"

I opened my mouth wide, and just wanted to argue that apart from the style close to yours, this painting is basically what I dreamed of, but I didn't want the boy to laugh out loud.Only then did I know that I was being teased by him.

Hearing his warm laughter like a spring breeze, I still couldn't hold back.

Soon, two bright smiles came from this empty studio.

He may have such magical power from the beginning to the end. Although he has a completely different personality from the surface impression, and loves to tease and even bully people, he always gives me a knowing smile at the end.

It wasn't until the end of the laughter that I was even willing to give him the painting in my hand, then I bent down again and picked up the paintbrush that had been thrown into the bucket:

"I can give it to you, maybe it's just like Yukimura-kun said, this painting, I'm just imitating you."

"..." Out of the corner of my eye, I knew that he obviously didn't understand what I meant. The painting board was in my other hand, and the paintbrush was mixed with the paint. Soon, a new round of purple stamens spread on the painting board again.

"I just envy your peace."

"envious?"

"The process of experiencing makes me feel peaceful," I continued, looking at the purple sun gradually blooming in front of me, "My usual paintings seem to be too emotional." Interrupted by that complex expression.

He withdrew his arm, and the slightest smile when he was teasing people just now was gone.The young man just walked straight towards me, like a cloud that pressed his heart, approaching me along the trajectory of his heart:

"I've seen it." When he said these three words, the wind happened to shatter the tree shadows on each other.

When he bent down from above and looked directly into my pupils, there was even a deep pain on his face.Like a disaster flooding from the depths of memory, it can shatter all dreams at once:

"Have you seen it?" I asked with his shadow on my face.

"A painting called 'Forest'. "

"Huh?" I wondered, it was the first painting that Chitose entered his world, and at that time, I exchanged it with Chitose for the awe-inspiring "Ancient Sakura".

"Chitose sent it to me." He said, "I think I have long wanted to see you because of that painting."

It turns out that from the very beginning, it wasn't one person's appreciation and admiration for another person. It turned out that from the very beginning, our meeting was destined