honey color

one time.It was a different feeling than before, and when the waves licked my toes with white foam, the refreshing feeling still made me bite my lip in excitement.

He supported me and walked to the depths of the sea step by step.This never-before-seen experience made me feel refreshed. Even though one of the two legs has been judged as a permanent waste by the doctor, the tolerance of the sea water still makes me feel the kindness I have never had before—never before Yes, that kind of pity for everything—even at that moment, I began to accept this stumped leg that made me hate to tears.It was a peace I experienced for the first time in two years, an experience of being able to laugh off any of my flaws.

"Do you like it?" Yukimura still took on the role of my humanoid crutch, after seeing my expression of pursing my lips without saying a word, he finally turned his head and asked with a smile.

"Yeah." I nodded awkwardly. From just now, I seemed to be intimidated by something, and words became meaningless in front of it.It has such a charm that it can make you forget the pain in the world.

"In front of it, the so-called pain becomes small." Yukimura turned his head, looked at the sea surface dotted with a series of brilliant light spots in front of him, and finally said with a smile. "So I think it's the best choice to bring honey to see the sea."

Yeah, since when did I forget the power of this azure liquid?Once I trusted it, I chose to jump on the train alone when I was hurt, because the photos in the album have made me willing to give half of my trust to it.It’s just that time flies, and time flies. After suffering a lot in life, I have forgotten the strength it gave me at that time, its calmness, and its tolerance...

It wasn't until the boy next to me brought me back into this world that I suddenly recalled its power.

"Thank you, Yukimura." The eyes that couldn't move away finally moved to the boy beside him after sighing in his heart.I raised the corners of my mouth and looked at him with the brightest smile since the turning point.

He looked at me with a slightly surprised expression.But he didn't say a word, just looked at me like that.It wasn't until the tide rolled over our feet again that he finally lowered his head with a light smile:

"Great."

"?" I turned my head to look at him strangely, but he didn't say a word, instead, he turned his eyes to the bright sea in front of him:

"Mi, do you want to draw a picture of the sea?"

"..." I didn't answer him immediately.

"I want to see what the sea looks like in Honey's eyes."

"I also want to see what the sea looks like in Yukimura-kun's mind."

"I have already photographed everything I want to paint with my eyes." He pointed to his iris-blue pupils and said with a smile, "I can paint immediately when I arrive at the studio."

I looked at him and chuckled, and soon, the painting agreement was reached.

After all, this is where he lives. He is familiar with all roads and alleys. He knows which house can hear the sound of the sea, and knows which angle can see the most perfect sea surface.

After helping Mi through two or three alleys, he finally led her to a studio.They were greeted by an older man.Yukimura said that this is his teacher and friend Mr. Suzuki. This studio is his property, but he often lends it to himself generously.The worst thing is the geographical environment of this studio.

Although speaking of this, I still don't understand its power, but when I walked to the center of the studio on crutches, the blue color outside the window explained all my confusion for me.

This studio is close to the sea, not only can you see the sun rising and setting against the sea, but you can also hear the majestic sound of the tide, as if you are embracing the sea and painting, with a surprising demeanor.So at the end, even I gave them a surprised expression.

Mr. Suzuki arranged the drawing board and brushes for me. He is relatively silent and hardly speaks.But the smile on his face never faded.Yukimura staggered a little away from me and took a seat opposite me.

I am looking forward to painting with others, but it is the first time to paint with him.It's like competing with an academic competitor, but it's not exactly that feeling, but the nervousness is self-evident.But for me, painting has such a magical power. Even though I was in such a panic state of mind before, when I actually paint, my heart seems to be occupied by it, and it will make me throw those distracting thoughts in outside the brain.

Blue, then white, sunny yellow, a little pink...

What color is my sea?If possible, I hope to have some warm feelings between the waves, not just the cool blue in the eyes, but also some emotional warmth.Hope is a softness close to the temperature of the skin, a kindness close to human emotions, it has the power to wash away the sadness in my heart, and the awe of it arises spontaneously every time we meet.

I want to record all emotions, not just rely on imagination, not just prove with eyes.Obviously not long ago, I experienced her greatness with my own skin.

So my inspiration this time will never be swayed by the limited space, limited time, and limited vision!

Not long after this confidence came into my head, I stopped in shock.Suddenly, I realized that the window was filled with orange sunlight, Yukimura not far away, the brush in his hand would make a very soft "swish" sound, Mr. Suzuki who was quietly painting the scenery in the distance, and the thick oil paint in the studio Smell... The drop from dream to reality made me take a deep breath.

In this way, how long has it been since he had such confidence?Not just confidence in painting, but even confidence in life, and confidence in this world that is clearly unfair to me.Obviously I shed countless tears because of it, but I gradually forgave it.This may be thanks to the boy not far away, thanks to his persistence, which made me experience the feeling of flying for the first time in my life full of haze.

……

The process of painting can be said to be accomplished overnight.

I am good at large, exaggerated paintings, while he prefers to trace in details.This has been known from the beginning of our acquaintance.I like his calmness, because it is difficult for me to grasp such a balance, and he likes my eccentricity, because he says he lacks such vigor.

So this time, when I was trying to fill the drawing board with all kinds of indigo, Yukimura and his teacher Mr. Suzuki, who had already stood behind me, looked at my work with amazed eyes.

"Yukimura, your friend is really amazing." The man nodded. He was wearing a gray T-shirt and had a mustache on his lower lip.To put it bluntly, Mr. Suzuki is a very trendy person.

I put all the brushes in the bucket after I applied the last stroke.Turning back slightly embarrassed, I bit my lip and smiled:

"You flatter me."

"Hanada-san, you are much better than the old Yukimura." Suzuki finally took off his embraced arms, and he approached my painting. The corners of the lips are raised:

"Complementary and ambient colors are nice, but these colors are not just ordinary complementary colors or something?"

"Well, the sea is soft." I simply replied.

"Sure enough, she's stronger than Yukimura!"

"Hey, Mr. Suzuki seems to have been making bad comparisons with me since just now!" Yukimura smiled, his painting was put aside, I walked over curiously with a cane to take a look, not far away Mr. Suzuki's voice sounded again:

"At that time, Yukimura's paintings were always cloudy, rainy, gray, and brown. Don't use this kind of thing to embarrass me in the future!" Suzuki leaned over and stood in the distance, still looking at me carefully works, but the teasing of Yukimura did not slow down at all.

I froze for a second. Could it be that the "at that time" he mentioned meant the time not long ago when the boy had to sit in a wheelchair?So reflexively, I looked up at Yukimura, only to find that his face had already been wet by the orange sunset, and his long eyelashes dyed with golden light gradually curled up. He smiled and looked at me, admitting my love quite frankly guess.

So I lowered my head again, and when I walked towards the easel where his drawing board was placed, the painting that was much smaller than mine finally gradually came into view.

I didn't open my eyes wide in surprise until I saw it clearly.

"Eh?" Doubt arose immediately, and when he looked up at Yukimura, the boy's blue pupils were finally covered with a soft orange red:

"I have seen the sea countless times, and this time the biggest harvest is probably like this!" The young man said without hesitation, but this picture still made my cheeks involuntarily climb a trace of red clouds.

"This is... me?" I hesitated for a second and asked hesitantly.

"Well, it's honey!" He admitted generously.

"It's such a beautiful smile!" Even Mr. Suzuki in the distance got up and looked at me from the corner of his eyes, he said quite sincerely.Speaking of which, he didn't care about the fact that I was disabled from the very beginning, maybe it has something to do with Yukimura's experience like this!

I lowered my head again. In the small picture, under the soft yellow light, my smiling expression was well placed in the frame, and the background was infinite blue.But even though there are many daunting blues in front of me and behind me, the rare smile of me in the painting still carries a kind of