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I informed Chitose and Yukimura about my father's photo exhibition, maybe it was just a routine, and I didn't expect them to come too much.It's not easy to come here from Tokyo, and it's still the middle of the semester.

But on the day of the photography exhibition, as soon as they stood in the exhibition hall ahead of me, I blushed in surprise.The location of the photography exhibition was a little far from home, and it was already noon when Mr. Ueda finally sent it there.The surprise in my heart when I saw them with a cane is of course indescribable.

I asked how they came, but I was still laughed at as stupid.

"Photography is a good material for painting." Chitose stood in front of a large black-and-white photo with folded arms. It was a picture of a lion mother and her son cuddling each other.I have seen that scene with my own eyes.

"Well, but the most important thing is to come and see Ami's painting." Yukimura was wearing a plaid shirt, and in the cool weather, he put on a knitted jacket. He already looked like a college student, although he didn't look A lot has changed, but there are still some slight deviations from high school.

My father was surrounded by several people, some of them were engaged in news work and were old friends of my father, and they just came to report while reminiscing about the old days.Of course, my father's photography is not very famous in the whole society, but it is still famous in this small circle.So I also saw younger generations who admired him chasing him home, hoping to listen to his advice.Ueda-sensei was standing very close to the door, looking at my father with a gloomy expression on her face.

"Maybe I just want to take the opportunity to meet my friends..." She turned around, looked at the bustling street outside the door and said nothing.I didn't understand what she meant until my father himself came up to me, smiled and asked me to say hello to his friends, and then to Chitose Yukimura.

Before leaving, my father said something to me in a low voice:

"Honey, your paintings are really... amazing!" Although he said yes, there was clearly a trance or even incomprehension in his expression, which made him look weird.I wanted to question him, but he hurried away to meet a group of new friends.

I don't know why, but I still smiled at him.Then, someone finally patted the shoulder lightly.I turned my head, and after noticing the expressions of Yukimura and Chitose, I probably understood that they wanted me to take them to see the painting quietly displayed in the lounge.

"Do you need me to help you?" Yukimura asked in a low voice, perhaps because he was on crutches today.I shook my head, and after leading them through the small half of the exhibition hall, I stopped in the lounge leading to the other half of the exhibition hall.It's just that I didn't expect that there would be many people gathered in the lounge.Some of them were sitting and some were standing, but the same thing was that their eyes were all on my painting called "Dream" under the bright spotlight.

Some of them were talking about something, but all of them looked surprised or pleased.

And this is the first time I see the expressions of those who don't know me when they see my paintings, and I miss exhibitions again and again. Until then, I can feel a little pride.That rainy night, when I stood in the corner and looked at it, the idea of ​​"power" jumped into my mind again.

This is my "power", the "power" that can surprise and delight others.

I clenched my hand holding the cane, as if the movement of clenching a fist could make me feel the rhythm of my heart beating.

Thinking of the two friends behind me, I hurriedly turned my head to talk to them about the painting, only to find that there seemed to be some bright light shining in the eyes of the two of them.I don't know if it's because of the spotlight, or because of the slight wetness caused by excitement.I saw Chitose walking to the center of the painting alone, looking at the large orange sunflowers, the trails of the sun, the only clear female face in the haze, and the woman's gentle expression that seemed to melt everything.He was motionless, just like many people who had just walked in here, with a surprised and happy look, staring intently at the painting in front of him.

It wasn't until a long time later that Yukimura, who was still standing by my side, whispered a word as if sighing:

"You are simply a genius..."

When I turned my head to look at him in surprise, I realized that the boy was still staring at the painting

54Chapter54. Time Leakage

I also imagined the expressions of others.

When I stood in the corner and looked at the huge painting that had just been completed and was even slightly wet in front of me, I imagined what expressions other people would use to face the work.

It is a work based on a long-term dream, with a lot of personal touches. If it is just from the side, can they feel the subtle and unpredictable emotions?Obsessed with flower fields and obsessed with orange, you need to squint and stand among the flowers to look up at that gentle woman, and love that woman with suspicion.

Can they understand it all?

However, when I saw their expressions, I suddenly understood something.

There is no need to understand these things, everyone interprets them differently, that is the art itself, and it is the "power" that is expected to change.

Not long after, one of them was chatting with his father just now, when he saw the elders, he finally smiled and said:

"Ah, the original author is here."

The chattering noises in the lounge soon stopped, and then many people turned around, and when they looked at him with that surprised expression, they finally smiled wryly in embarrassment.

"Is that Mr. Hanada's daughter?"

"Remember it's called Hua Tian Mi?"

"Well, there seems to be such a name on the painting."

Soon, when the discussion in the crowd gradually stopped, more people rushed towards him. It was the first time he experienced such a thing, and when facing them, he suddenly panicked.

There was not much malice surrounding the people, and from the expressions of surprise, it seemed that they had a positive attitude towards the painting.However, it was still difficult to deal with such a thing, until his father rushed to the lounge not long after, and he seemed to be called by Yukimura. He stood outside the crowd, looked frowning, and finally said:

"Thanks to everyone who likes little girls' paintings." The man narrowed his eyes, which made those uncles and aunts around change their eyes:

"Your daughter's painting is really amazing."

"where."

Then came some pleasantries.

"But speaking of it, this painting reminds me of your photo that was published in the newspaper. If I remember correctly, it should have been exposed in the same place for three years?" One of them suddenly said, "But you The back exhibition doesn't seem to have that picture on display?"

It's really interesting to note that, after all, it was such a vital part of my father's photography career, wasn't it?Turning her head to look at her father, even she didn't fully understand why he gave up such an important photo, but when his embarrassed expression came into view, she seemed to be able to vaguely understand the complicated reasons hidden in it.There seems to be anxiety in my heart, since I knew this photo, I have a series of doubts.But now is not the time to decipher. Seeing his father's embarrassing expression, it was the first time he said in front of these seven or eight people:

"That's because I decided to take that photo for painting, so my father decided to cancel it temporarily." The corner of his mouth raised, but his eyes never met any of them, as if a camera lost focus, just stating by:

"I think everyone has seen that photo before, so I discussed with my little girl to remind everyone of that photo in this way." The father continued, and after finishing speaking, everyone nodded.Seems like a good reason, because it wasn't long before someone even praised the idea.

After a few minutes, the crowd finally dispersed.With a long breath, I let go of my crutches and leaned against the wall, Yukimura finally smiled lightly at the passageway.

He probably saw through something, but when he walked over, he reached out and touched the top of my head.Then a little unusual feeling rose in my heart, that kind of tenderness created a little wave in the center of the heart lake, and a blush appeared on my face involuntarily. Before he saw it, I still turned my head and wanted to look for Chitose.

But he has disappeared, which even makes me feel that this person may be doing it on purpose...

But this kind of movement didn't last long, as if seeing me showing a slight panic, Yukimura finally paused the movement of his hands, and then put his wrists behind his back.Even I felt a little bit of regret, which seemed to be a little sorry. The atmosphere between us accidentally entered an awkward< situation, and he finally said "Sorry" in a low voice.

I don't know why, but I felt a little bit of shame in my heart, and even felt a tiny pain like being pricked by a needle, so I quickly shook my head:

"No... what are you talking about...?"

"..." He was stunned for a second, and after realizing what I was thinking, he finally rolled his eyes, "Yes, what are you talking about!" Then he stretched out his right index finger and scraped along the bridge of my nose.

The strength was not small, and the nose was instantly sore.I stretched out my hand angrily, and did the same thing. The boy covered his nose and smiled without avoiding it.

Sometimes I look back and think, in fact, we can finally reach a higher level than mutual admiration, and we can look at each other with a more intimate mood than friends and opponents. Perhaps there are many reasons because of his wisdom.

He understands my character, and knows that apart from painting, I have always been autistic and inferior.That's why he tried to use his method over and over again to let me avoid my weakness and fill in the blank.

That is his wisdom, but a person who possesses this kind of wisdom has paved a darker path for himself.