honey color

When superimposed and condensed on this piece of paper, he also integrated all the thoughts of the past three years, and what he presented to the world is a whole thrilling story.

It is unimaginable that every time I am surprised by my father, after the appearance of one photo after another, it will all come flooding in.He is always replacing nature and time, telling the world some stories that we have neglected.It may not be an exaggeration to say that he survived because of his beauty, but I never imagined that he could do so.

It is such a surprising part after another that makes the father so great.How much energy does the man in vicissitudes of life have? If you don't take a look at these photos, you may never get the correct answer in your life.Walking into the surging crowd, he is still the same person who will be obliterated in an instant, but if he has seen these shocking photos, he is no longer that ordinary person.

Become respectful, adored.So finally, I decided to revise the huge decorative painting again.

There are twists and turns, maybe this is really the painting I have painted the most in the past three years.There are my dreams, the wonderful photos of my father exposed in those three years, the flower fields, and the honey-colored sunshine.

I lay on the ground, and the process of smearing strokes became the happiest time.Wonderful traces of sundials arced across the sky one after another. Under the orange sky, those huge flower discs that looked like gold were dimly but peacefully facing the sky. Everything seemed illusory, just like the photo that was exposed for three years. Everything that moves is turned into a soft breath, a faint shadow by time.But only the woman with a small half of her face exposed, she tenderly hugged the opposite person, and when she was leaning on him, the face protruding from the shadow finally became the clearest existence in the whole painting.

It’s okay to say that she is the soul of this painting.

For some reason, from the very beginning, I felt that she was born for this golden flower field. Only she can make these three years into eternity. Even if time travels, she has always been there and has never changed.It is my father's visual definition of light and shadow and my obsession with dreams that made this huge painting.So I don't want to have a little bit of roughness. I repeatedly modify the color contrast in unclear places, and the delicate outline is just to make it more perfect.

That is the photo of my father in my eyes, as if time traveled back to three years ago, he stood on the cherry blossom path in front of our house, pushed my wheelchair, and said to me with a gloomy face:

"I really want to see the cherry blossoms in your eyes. They must be different from mine. They must be young and warm."

Yes, now I have been able to draw out what I see well, and spend many days and nights with the pen in the palm of my hand and the drawing paper in front of me to pave the way for my dreams.So I want to thank him, the person who gave me my second dream, the person who stood on the track of time and has been silently recording the beautiful world, my beloved father.

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During the period of painting, my father has been busy with photography exhibitions.He was in the editorial office, showroom, and photo lab all week, so it was rare to even see him.

However, because I also found something important, I stayed in the studio all day, studying that painting with great concentration.But the painting process is very fast. Although the painting is quite large, after a week, I have basically completed the painting.

The music recommended by Yukimura was playing in the studio, and Ryuichi Sakamoto's melancholy voice seemed to cast silver moonlight on the whole studio.In the dark night, the autumn weather will already attract a patter of rain, and when it hits the road, glass, and roof, you will still feel sincerely miserable.

However, this velvety golden orange spreads across the drawing board, and when it gradually comes to the end of the painting, it forms a gentle but oppressive painting.

I supported the chair beside me to stand up, and slowly retreated to the corner of the room.There is a huge painting in front of me, which is shrouded in white light above my head, and I stand in the position most likely to see the whole picture clearly, wanting to confirm something.The woman's face is the only clear thing in this hazy field of flowers, and bright star trails trample across the blue sky over and over again.I just stood there and said nothing.

Maybe it's the first time even for myself, and I will be so shocked that I can't say a word because of my paintings.All of them converged into this painting in my eyes, and I didn't realize until then that it was my power, representing the power of my love.

The achievements of my father's life will be displayed in the photography exhibition one by one. It is a kind of power, a power that wants to influence the world.Although in the eyes of some people, it is insignificant, but he has released his power, wanting to be heard by this planet.But now, I am standing here, looking at this huge flower field, as if standing outside myself, to re-examine myself.Surprised that I can also be so powerful, even if I am teased by fate, I can spread the power of my heart.

I stood motionless by the side, and when I looked at the entire sea of ​​flowers, I used a proud state of mind for the first time to speculate on all the misfortunes in the past.It's like a victor standing on the top of a mountain, finally able to laugh at fate.

The world is so big, the universe is so big, every speck of dust has its existence value.

I will not compare myself to dust, because now, when facing this painting, I understand that my power cannot be ignored, and it is definitely much more powerful than a dust.

Just like these photos representing my father's life, maybe in the near future, these works entrusting my life will also become evidence for me to take stock of time.

So now, raise the corner of your mouth to look at it, that is my strength.

53Chapter53. Lights and Flowers

The weather in autumn is very unpredictable, and the rain in the middle of the night stopped abruptly the next day.

Weather is like a heartless child. After getting angry once, he returns to the previous state, grinning again to release his happiness.But those drops of water on the glass windows never forget the rain in the middle of the night. Drop by drop, when illuminated by the transparent sunlight, there will still be crystal clear shadows on the leaves outside the window, setting off the same bright scene not far away. asphalt road.

The night before the painting was carefully packed and taken away, my father did not come home.

He said he was feeling a little unwell, so he went to the hospital for an overnight drip.Although I was worried, this was what made me angry the most. The broken leg that couldn't even support my own body couldn't take me to my father's side, let alone when it was raining at night.Mr. Ueda simply reassured me that it was not a serious illness. Although I always felt that I could find some unusual expressions on their faces when they cooperated with Mr. Ueda to remove the giant painting, but when they faced me It's all calm and calm.

After my father came back, I asked him about his condition with great concern.His face was still a little pale, but his expression had returned to his usual peace.He also joked with me that it's a pity that I couldn't see that painting, and I had to go to the exhibition hall to appreciate it.

September is already the beginning of school. While looking forward to my father's photography exhibition, I am also concerned about my own education.

In fact, this is almost a matter of convention. Yukimura invited me to Musashino Art University, including Chitose from the same school.Even Chitose, who never uttered wisecracks, said to me solemnly when he came back from the summer vacation:

"I'm not used to seeing Ami."

And I just looked at Yukimura sitting around the other side of the round table with a faint smile:

"But at least you'll be able to see him every day."

"It's not really every day, is it? After all, it's not a major." Yukimura immediately put down his drink and explained, "So if Ami enrolls next year, Chitose still won't be able to see Ami every day, but I might be able to." He stretched out his hand Covering the corners of his lips and smiling, the hot sun was facing him, and he was illuminated extremely brightly, as if being sprinkled with gold flakes.

The conversation with him a year ago was carried out under the inspiration of the third boy.That's because I'm afraid, I've already tasted the pain of being hurt, but at least this time I don't want it to affect another boy I admire.But he just smiled lightly and said it was his business.Even after that, he told me to cherish every minute and every second of the amazing experience.He said that now he is experiencing life with all his heart, including all kinds of feelings, and his feelings for me are also one of them. It has nothing to do with the ending, it is just a process, but the investment will not be less.

That kind of feeling that has nothing to do with me and has everything to do with me sounds very subtle.But I have to respect his decision, although I can feel the gaze that still seems to be looking for something when I see him countless times, but when I think about it carefully, from the beginning to the present, our way of getting along has always been very simple.Even after the conversation, we never changed a little bit.

Although something like "change" may have already sprouted in my heart.

So even Chitose didn't say anything anymore. It may be a miracle that he reminded me so kindly in the third year of high school.I know he always has good intentions for his friends, but he would never interfere in such matters if he could.So from then on, he never mentioned this matter again, until the end of the story between me and Yukimura, when he saw me, he just smiled and didn't speak.

Therefore, Musashino's volunteering became a matter of course, because it is my father's alma mater, and this school has two friends who are very close to me.

Although before this, my Tokyo disease has not been cured.