honey color

Goddess, representing the sun in the far west.But she always turned her back to the sun, like a grand play that never ends, she stood there quietly, as gentle as the orange wind around her.

I never figured out who she was and why she kept appearing in my dreams.Even if I walk over, I can't touch her or see her clearly.The only thing I know is that the person standing in the sun is smiling and looking at my expression always makes me feel powerful.

However, this time, she stretched out her arms, standing under the setting sun and opening her arms, as if she wanted to hug something.The silhouette close to the sun is almost melted by the overflowing honey-colored light. I don't like this picture very much. Her thin arms seem to be eroded by those lights.However, she seemed to like this kind of action very much, the camera was still shaking, and even the large leaves that set off the flowers were splashed with golden particles.

At some point, there was another person in her arms...

I haven't seen anyone else in many dreams so far, this has always been my private space with her, except for the sun, except for the flower field, except for her, there is only me.So when I thought it was just a dream similar to the past, the person she hugged dispelled my habitual thinking.

In the scene of being attacked by the golden light, she was still gentle and smiling. When she finally tilted her head and leaned on the man's shoulder, I finally caught a glimpse of the woman's half face from the deflected light.

is a beautiful person.

Surprise climbed into my heart in an instant, and my heart suddenly tightened. When I opened my eyes suddenly, the still strong smell of oil paint on the tip of my nose quickly woke up my brain.What followed was a violent cough. I held my chest and coughed dryly for a long time, but the dream just now still reverberated in my mind.

Her little half face is always lingering in my mind.

I have imagined her appearance many times, but every time I describe her as a gentle woman in my brain.I like this person from the bottom of my heart, and I have never had the slightest doubt about her.Maybe there was something that shook her, so that she could see her face when the sun sank into the waves of flowers at sunset.

And the person in her arms, I can't quite remember the appearance of that person.After all, it was just a dream. As I thought about it over and over again, I told myself that it was not believable.Although it has accidentally become a link in my life, a shadowy existence always seems to be waiting for me to untie it.

The world is falling, and I hold my head.After exhaling lightly, I realized that the darkness had passed, and dawn came out of the window with the sun in its arms, and the sky was full of colorful clouds in the distance.

……

When I bought oil paints in the store, the dream was always entangled in my brain, and I didn't even respond to the voice of Ueda-sensei calling me.

"Mi, what's the matter with you?" When she looked over her head in concern, I finally regained my senses.A capable woman stood beside me, and when I saw her face clearly, I was slightly taken aback for a second.

"No..." She still didn't make up her mind to tell her what she really wanted to draw.

"Really?" She finally turned her face to the shelf, "I heard you slept in the studio again last night?" She screened out more suitable paints for me, while I stared blankly at the shelf in front of me without saying a word , "That's not okay, if you fall ill during father's solo exhibition, you will miss an important thing."

"No, Ueda-sensei, I had a dream..." The long hair with natural curls stretched from my shoulders to my waist.After blurting out this sentence, I felt that it was a bit strange for me to say this, so I quickly shut up, "It's nothing!" When I went to explain again, I realized that Mr. Ueda had already looked at me.

"What...dream?"

"No, it's nothing." I reached out and removed the paint from the shelf.Although she still had doubts in her heart, she cleverly turned the conversation to the other side. In fact, she had already guessed something before such a proposal appeared:

"Honey," she said while putting the paint into the basket at hand, "show me your painting last night, okay?"

I was stunned for a second, although I was also afraid that Ueda-sensei would blame me for rushing to draw cartoons before painting for my father's solo exhibition, but I still nodded and frankly agreed to her request.

After she pushed the wheelchair and sent me home, she stretched out her hand and pushed me away from the studio.

It was a huge, unformed painting, and I laid it flat on the floor.The color on the drawing board has not been filled yet, and there are large expanses of white space there, but it can still be imagined that it should be a majestic painting.

Ueda-sensei walked into the room, and she began to look at my painting carefully.

The lines of the draft can still be seen. After being awakened from sleep in the morning, I hesitated to lie down in front of the painting again, and modified the pencil lines on it. I added a pair of people hugging each other in the middle of the painting, facing The one outside the frame is naturally the gentle woman who made me dream countless times.Only a small half of the face buried on the opponent's shoulder can be seen.Her eyes are closed, her lips are slightly raised, and the corner of her beautiful lips has a small pit on one side of her face, but it has a reassuring power.

It is a woman like the wind, a woman who can soothe the pain of time. When she appeared in the middle of this huge painting with a calm expression, I knew that even Mr. Ueda, who was looking at the painting, was shocked and speechless.

"Who is she?" I don't know if the woman in the painting surprised her, but I just shook my head lightly in the face of her doubts:

"I don't know, the person in the dream... the person in the dream." I tried to explain clearly, but all was in vain.

"That's it..." She nodded, "So you have been drawing this picture last night?" She finally took a deep breath, pushed her glasses and turned her gaze to me.

"Yeah." I looked at the paintings on the floor, "I can't stop working for about a while."

"..." She sighed helplessly, squatting down at the same level as me, Ueda-sensei finally raised her hand and touched my cheek, "You really are..." She turned her head and looked behind her again The painting seems to have something to say but hesitates. "Nobuo seems to have been to a place like this with a lot of sunflowers before."

"Huh?" I was a little surprised, in my memory, there was no such place in the days when my father and I traveled together.

"Well, Nobuo once stayed in one place for three years. During those three years, he was almost half-disappeared. You may not believe it. My husband and I even went out to find him out of worry, thinking he was It's not in danger."

"..." I opened my eyes wide. I never thought that there was such a story about my father.

"But one after another, he will also have some contact, so we don't worry so much. But when we ask where he is, he always hesitates." Ueda teacher looked at the painting around him mysteriously, "Until three Years later, he sent us a photo, although it was in black and white, but a large sunflower field could be clearly seen on it, and finally he told us that it took him three years to expose the photo.”

"Three years...exposure?" I was astonished. I had never heard that it took such a long time to expose a photo. Of course I knew about the extended exposure. After rummaging through the distant memory, I also thought of myself I took a photo like this once at the Fireworks Festival.Strips of light flowed down the photo paper. It was not an instant picture, but a longer, longer picture, as if to leave more time in a small negative.

But even so, the three-year exposure always seemed too long, too long, and it was unbelievably long.

"En." Ueda-sensei nodded, as if she had something to say, she stared at me for a few minutes, and finally chose to remain silent.

"That photo..." I hesitated to speak.

"Your father doesn't seem to plan to show it at the photography exhibition. Even if you persuade him, there seems to be some reason not to show it."

"Can you show me if you have a chance?" I looked at Teacher Uehara, and when I said this request, she finally raised the corner of her mouth:

"Ok."

It turned out that my father concealed such a story from me. After hearing what Ueda-sensei said, I seemed to know him again in my heart. The man who raised me may have experienced it in the years that I did not know. With all kinds of beauty, right?

So this time, I silently buried the expectation in my heart.

52Chapter52. The power of the heart

When that picture appeared in front of me, I can't remember what kind of surprised state of mind I was in. I only know that when the picture is completely reflected in the pupils, the eyes still can't help being surprised.

On the black-and-white film, interlaced sundials cross the sky over and over again in the distance. Under those whitish tracks, the large sunflower fields are hazy but real.It was a magnificent picture, one flower next to another, very similar to the scene in my dream.The small bungalows in the distance are the clearest. The only ones that have not changed in the past three years are those houses, which seem to be the winners in this picture. They stand clean and motionless outside the flower field.

It's like superimposing three years of time into a small photo, all the light is frozen on this thin photo paper.Sometimes I think, what a miraculous thing this is. For Mr. Ueda and Mr. Ueda, the state of his father's disappearance for three and a half years has been well recorded on a small photo paper.It seems that more than 400 million seconds are to be exposed, and then all