honey color

cafe.

With a heart-cooling temperature, not the tenderness in front of you.

The trainee waiter hurriedly stepped forward to open the glass door with a wooden frame for him. When he smiled at her, the young girl's naturally shy expression showed his charm to the fullest.

The 18-year-old Yukimura Seiichi is already a mature boy who can take charge of himself. Maybe he is one step away from a boy to be a youth. He has gradually figured out his own goal and his own understanding of it on the road of his life.

I couldn't stand up, so I just nodded to him as a greeting.

He stretched out his hand to express his politeness, and when he walked towards me, he never left that kind of gentle smile on his face.

"I'm really... sorry, school is about to start, and I asked you to come to Osaka..." The person who spoke was me, and I put away my previous thoughts, and now my head is full of today's conversation.

"Where." He stretched out his hand and pulled away the chic rattan chair opposite me. After sitting down, the trainee waiter behind him handed him the menu.He didn't look at the menu, but ordered a cup of coffee casually, "I just didn't expect Ami to ask me out." He looked at me, but my brain was full of what Chitose said to me: those paintings, and those with I related possible emotions that jumped out of the picture.

"Hmm..." I hesitated, then picked up the lemon tea in hand and took a sip.

With a preoccupied look, the young man in front of him will soon see through, so:

"Could it be that Ami asked me for something important?" He asked tentatively, and when I put down the cup, I shook my wrist slightly, and there was a crisp sound when the bottom of the cup collided with the saucer. Like all goofy dramas, the heroine avoids her gaze in a panic, while the male protagonist on the opposite side looks at her with a more puzzled look.

I have been told many times that I am too simple, and I can't even do the simplest cover-up perfectly, but my clumsy self has been forgiven and even loved countless times.But I think this time, the person in front of me may choose a completely different way to end the relationship with me, and I will have to experience the taste of "separation" again, right?

"The painting of "Honey"..." I hesitated for a second, and finally said the beginning, but I couldn't go any further. So after waiting for a long time, he had to dispel my nervousness with a laugh:

"Hehe, well, that painting was inspired by Ami's photo." He nodded, and when he turned his face with his chin propped up on his palm, I saw that the boy's beautiful cheeks had been slowly faded by time. Polished to a clear outline, it already looks like a person who can take responsibility.

"Congratulations... Congratulations to Yukimura-kun for winning the first prize." But in the end, against my will, I used this sentence to dismiss the direct entry.

"Oh, thank you!" He nodded, "But it's also half of Ami's credit!"

"..." I pursed my lips, and seeing the waiter's extremely embarrassed expression when he brought him the cup of prepared coffee, I finally stretched out my finger and rubbed the smooth wall of the cup.The colors of the painting in my mind will still appear in front of my eyes, and the feeling of standing in the flower field for me is too dreamy.If possible, I really hope that I can stand there forever, but now, the dream has woken up, and he and I are still standing in a different world.

But what separates these two worlds is only my broken leg.

"Yukimura-kun, the girl in the white dress in the painting is... me, right?" I looked at the transparent cup between my fingers, the lemon slices floated among the ice cubes, like my heart.

And he seemed to be stunned for a second, and after realizing what he had realized, he confessed generously in an unabashed tone:

"Well, yes. "A place where dreams continue", I think Ami must be looking forward to this world. "He kept looking at me calmly, but I never raised my head again.

"Thank you." I said lightly, "Thank you for fulfilling my dream for me."

"..." He could see my anxiety, he knew that what I wanted to say must not be these, so he paused for a while, and finally raised his face again, "...Does Ami have anything to say? "Probably my sometimes sticky character, he already knew it by heart.

I pursed my lips again, and the water droplets on the glass dripped from top to bottom, and slid onto my fingers, forming a circle of water stains on my fingertips.I knew I had reached the tipping point where my confession was imperative.In my mind, Chitose's eyes with deep meaning, which woke me up from my ignorance reappeared, and I finally spoke again:

"Yukimura-kun, maybe I misunderstood..." I opened my mouth, and when I bravely raised my head to look at him, the boy's gentle smile finally froze for a moment, "But I think, I still need to ask Asked."

"..."

"Maybe I'm naive, but there's one thing I've never forgotten, Yukimura-kun, are we really in the same situation?" I frowned, and wanted to say something in a vague tone, but suddenly felt I didn't say anything myself.

"What do you mean...?" He seemed to understand something, but he couldn't be sure.

"Chitose showed me the painting you sent to Osaka. It's still the sunset, flower fields, and orange-red." I said calmly, "I seem to be addicted to it after trying it once."

"..." He didn't speak. This time, he seemed to really understand what I meant. Whether "addiction" refers to the dream-like world or the people who created this world, I think Yukimura knew it from the beginning well know.

So after a long silence, he picked up the cup and took a sip:

"Did Chitose say this to you?" He asked calmly.

"... um." I nodded.

"He's really good enough." As if admiring, he turned his head, and the street was still full of people.

"..."

"Ami, I am the one who escaped from the darkness by chance, and the one who knows the horror and pain of that world the most." He narrated plainly.It's not like the warm feeling when you just sat down, now, calmness takes up more.

And I didn't speak, I reached out and rubbed the glass between my fingers.

"So I always think that I am the one who understands you best."

"But it seems impossible for us...to be truly one-world people." I picked him up, trying to refute his statement.

He looked at me with helpless eyes, and he spoke not long after:

"I have admired you very much since Ami's first painting. After I saw you, I seemed to be more convinced of my admiration for you. Maybe it was because I had such a past that made me Trust your own judgment more.”

"You...judged what?" I stared at him, and he looked at me, the cup I clenched as if it were my last straw.Not wanting to lose this friend hurts me as much as not wanting him to fall.

However, he smiled slightly:

"That's my business, honey, and has nothing to do with you from the beginning. But if it bothers you..."

"It's not a problem, Yukimura-kun." I looked at him, and I thought it was the first time our conversation had nothing to do with nature, the first time it had nothing to do with the paintbrush in hand.However, it was the most thrilling time in the time I spent with him. "I want you...to make you understand that this is...somewhat unreasonable."

"..."

"Yukimura-kun, you understand my situation."

"You want to push me away."

"I don't know if doing this really pushes you away."

"You underestimate me." He always wanted to continue in a relaxed atmosphere, "I don't think my feelings for you are so weak."

"But I think that's because you don't know that weak Hua Tianmi." I interrupted him.

"..." He turned his head and looked at me with an indescribable expression, as if he was waiting for my explanation, but he was unwilling to describe myself like this.

"You are much stronger than me at that time." So at the end, he added a rebuttal.

But I just shook my head at him with a wry smile:

"Yukimura-kun should know from Chitose, I actually fled from Tokyo to Osaka." I began to speak slowly, "Because I'm afraid to face those friends in Tokyo with such a ridiculous appearance."

"..." He didn't show a surprised expression, on the contrary, his appearance seemed to tell me that it reminded him of the past.

"And I've been so weak and haven't changed at all, so I haven't been back to Tokyo in the past three years." I stared at him, "Because there is someone in Tokyo that I care about, and I haven't been able to get rid of him until now." The one who throws away."

He seemed to understand what I meant, the "he" couldn't be more clear.

"Even not long ago, I saw him accidentally coming to Osaka, and I lost sleep for many days because of it." I clenched my palms, "It's a bit ridiculous to say, obviously I chose to break up with him first. Yes, but when the other party finally gave up waiting, he missed him so much." This was probably the first time I told Yukimura about that boy in a year, and it was buried in my heart that even my father didn't know about. secret.

"He once made a promise with me in the sunset that he would never show his "back view" to the other party.But fate made him a prophecy. "The ice cube hit the glass, and the sound of jingling and the beautiful piano sounded in the store.

"It's him who accompanied you to Kamakura, right?" It seemed that even heavy breathing would disturb the balance between us. When Yukimura asked this sentence, I shook my shoulders lightly.

i don't know him