honey color

How did he guess it? Perhaps his intuition had given him such an answer a long time ago, but I had always naively thought that I was keeping such a secret.

In fact, he has a far sharper sense of smell than I do on some things.

"Yeah." So I didn't plan to hide it anymore, maybe now, it's more effective to confess everything to this person than everything.

"So that's the case." He seemed to have finally confirmed his long-standing speculation, "But Ami, are you underestimating me?"

"Eh?"

"I know what's on your mind, and you seem to know what's on my mind by insinuating. But since I entered the door, none of us have said those two words."

——The word "like".

"I'm going to say it someday, but I know it's not now." He stared at me, as if after I said what I was thinking, he made up his mind about it, and instead went in a direction I hadn't even imagined go.

"Yukimura, you..."

"I think what you have to do next is how to make me not say these two words, but I think you can't do it." He said confidently, completely different from me, who has always lacked confidence. different.

"Ami, that's my business. Although it also concerns you, please don't stop me."

"Yukimura..."

"Even if everything is said so clearly, we are still friends, right?" He bent his eyes and looked at me with a smile, as if he knew the war game with me well.

"When...Of course!" I nodded, and I admit that until just now, what I was most afraid of was that he would resolutely leave through the door of the coffee shop alone.

"Then, please continue to advise."

"Ah."

I believe that the panic at that time was unavoidable, but Yukimura really, as he said, has been walking resolutely, carefully, and alone on the road he paved for himself.

Up to all these childhood dreams, he had to draw an eternal ellipsis in his world.

50Chapter50. Anxiety coexists

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Thank you Yiqiuyi and the girl for mine~ I love you=333=

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In the end, I always feel that some uneasiness is about to surface.

The heat of the summer vacation of the second year of high school seemed to be able to faint a layer of heat on the skin. In the next summer vacation of the second year, while feeling the same hot summer in Osaka, I finally officially entered the third year of high school.

Chitose and Yukimura entered Musashino together, but with different majors.Chitose newspaper is a subject of Japanese painting, while Yukimura is a subject of oil painting.Shiraishi studied law here in Osaka, and Kenya studied medicine.Many people have found their goals after saying goodbye to their youth.But for me, everything seems a little trance, other than that there is endless loneliness.

For example, on the way to school, there is no scene where the Shiraishi brothers and sisters quarreled. For example, when entering the studio, Chitose, Aoki-senpai and many senior seniors were no longer seen.

But I am still grateful for the washing of the river of time. While soothing the pain in my heart, it is trying its best to change something.Qian is also able to stand in front of Ishida Lan with a more mature attitude. After finally being admitted to the medical major, his appearance of working hard in college seems to make Lan realize something.

She should have noticed that Qianye who showed concern for her a long time ago, when everyone wasted their youth in Shitianbao Temple, in fact, he is also a part of "Huan".But it's not too late, and even if everything is a little green, it's heading in the direction it should be.

Her bass has long been a piece of history, and most importantly, her face has gradually returned to the old happy look.

There are many things that cannot define whether its development is correct. Perhaps all we can do is to pay attention to this one silently, think about the still stable status quo, and then gradually lead it in the right direction.

Since last year, my father seemed to have some problems with his stomach, and his appetite gradually decreased. Sometimes he often watched me eat while he could only take a few mouthfuls.Asked him if he wanted to go to the hospital for treatment, but he just waved his hand and said it was not necessary.He comforted me a few words, but at that time I just nodded and remained silent.

When the summer vacation of the third year of high school came, my father uncharacteristically decided to hold a solo exhibition.I want to review my life of filming all over the world, as if I want to count the pain and sweetness of this life, and I want to turn around and take a look at the past.

But sometimes, looking back on the past itself brings a sense of unexplained sadness, because it seems that I want to make up my mind to give up something, and there is a kind of decisive farewell in it.

But at that time, I didn't understand this truth, and I didn't even grasp the shadow of the slightest crisis.

So I happily accepted the task given by my father and counted the roads he had traveled for him.There are footprints left by my father alone, and footprints left by him and me, the appearance of flowers, the sound of water, and the gestures of animals caressing each other.It is the record of his life and the testimony of his walk on the road.Even if it's just some thin and weightless paper, the emotion poured into it can be imagined.

That's the walk of my father, my great father.And the word "great" can only be realized after seeing his photos.

My father gave me a small task. Although three years of painting time is not too long, it has already begun to take shape. He hopes that this exhibition is not only his own, but also my things.So he hoped that I could draw a picture for him to decorate the rest area, and when he said this, there was an unpredictable wry smile on his face.

At that time, I just mistook this wry smile for a slightly shy smile when I asked my daughter to please me, but I never thought that from the solo exhibition to the layout of the paintings, there were other ideas of his.

——If I knew the truth at that time, I would definitely not face him with a smile on my face.

Ueda-sensei knew about it, including her husband who was very busy during that time for his father's solo exhibition.

Ueda Daisuke is a colleague of his father. He is the editor of Geographic Magazine. He edited many of his father's photos, so he may have the most right to speak about his father's life.Mr. Ueda put in a lot of effort in selecting photos for his father, enlarging them for printing, re-editing, and framing them, including the location of the solo exhibition, which was finalized by Mr. Ueda.

As for his wife, my teacher, Haruka Ueda, began to help me think about painting themes after knowing my father's little proposition.She said that this time, she wanted me to draw a truly complete painting, instead of the usual casual or impulsive ones.

Although this process once made me doubt something, such as Mr. Ueda's frequent anxious expression, Mr. Ueda's dodging eyes, and my father's sometimes pale face, but that flash of assumptions was quickly abandoned by me.I believe that they will not deceive me, and I believe that I will never experience anything more terrible than a broken leg, so I ignore these obviously abnormal things.

I want to work hard to see the bright side, but in the end, fate will only throw you heavier and hurt more.

I made my point, picking one by one from my father's bundle of photographs.I hope to draw something based on my father's photo that belongs to him and belongs to me.So among the piles of photos, I picked one that was related to the sunset.

For some reason, I've been associated with those oranges since a long time ago.Perhaps at that time, my father told me the origin of "honey":

I hope I can love everything in the world with a sweet and warm heart like this color.

So I hope to find inspiration from such colors, use this painting to repay my father's love for me, and to paint a painting that is truly worthy of my father's art.

I hesitated for a long time in front of the huge drawing board, and even put the selected photos on the easel.When I closed my eyes, all that appeared in my mind was the flower field in the orange dream.

So it could be an impromptu smear too.After I arranged a huge drawing board, I made a draft overnight, adding paint one by one according to the ideas in my head with relish.Soon the sky was dark and there was no sound, and soon it was the middle of the night.Because the legs are not good, and this drawing board is really huge, I simply lay down on the ground and draw bit by bit.

No matter how dirty the hands are, this time even the body is extremely beautiful.But nothing compares to the disgusting feeling when I find that the most important yellow in the paint has been used up when I am very excited to paint.I rummaged through the drawers trying to find a tube or two of old paint that might still be left, only to find that things backfired.Looking at the black sky outside the window, I heard the sound of the pendulum ticking in my ears.Only the sound of clothes rubbing occasionally appeared, and it finally dawned on me that it was already late at night.

After closing the drawer, I simply lay down on the side of the cabinet, looking at the unformed flower field, and gradually closed my sour eyes.

From boring to peaceful, when my brain began to lay out beautiful pictures, the gentle woman standing in the flower field in the sunset appeared in the dream again.

This time, however, she was facing me, with her arms outstretched.

51Chapter51. Distant Stories

From childhood to adulthood, this dream often appeared in my mind. I dreamed that in a vast honey-colored sunset, the gentle wind swayed golden flowers, and the scent of large flowers wafted from my nostrils, making everything look dazzling.

She stood among the flowers, and the chest-length flowers swayed gently in front of her, as if they were flowers.